Jaune wasn't sure if he was dreaming, about to be pranked, or just enjoying the mother of all lucky streaks, but he absolutely was not questioning it. Right now, he had a lot more important things to focus on, and he wasn't going to let the opportunity slip from his grasp just because he refused to accept his own good fortune. He was on a, incredulous as it was to even think it, date with Weiss Schnee . But more than that, it was going wonderfully.
She had approved in his choice of restaurant. She clearly had an incredible time at the movie he picked. They were having such a lovely, sweet conversation between them... everything was going... it was going perfectly.
Weiss took a bite of her salmon. "Mmmm," she sighed, closing her eyes to savor the taste, then opening them to gaze at him with a look that Jaune had never even dreamed he might see directed his way, "Jaune, this date has been such a- a wonderful evening."
But... no, he was certain he was imagining things. But he'd been imagining things all night and- no, he reminded himself. He was just nervous, just looking for the seam that would reveal that this all wasn't real.
And besides, if Weiss's cheeks had a sudden, pinkish hue or she occasionally had a slight hitch in her breath, it was clearly nothing extraordinary. He was just so micro-focused on her, so nervous of how their date might go wrong, that he was noticing things his mind automatically discarded every other day of the year.
But this time, it felt like something might actually be off. A faint tremble in her hand, the slightest movement to adjust herself in her seat, a few signs that seemed like maybe it wasn't just Jaune reading into things. "Is... is everything alright?" he asked, hoping he sounded gentlemanly and not like he was prying.
"Yes! I'm quite fine!" she said, hastily, but in a soft way, to allay his concerns. "I just need to take a moment to freshen up," she added with a smile. Then, quickly dabbing her lips with her napkin, she rose from her seat and walked to the restrooms.
Watching her walk across the restaurant, he couldn't help but be enchanted. Even something as simple as walking was an opportunity for Weiss to demonstrate her incredible grace as she seemed to glide across the room. But he couldn't help but notice that there was a slight sway to her hips, a gentle roll that wasn't there when she walked around Beacon. She couldn't walk like that at Beacon, the way it drew Jaune's eye inescapably to her ass.
Jaune tore his eyes away and sank back into his chair at the thought. She's being polite! He scolded himself, And you're taking the opportunity to- to check out- she would be furious if she knew! He took a sip of ice water, hoping the cold would help calm him down a little. He took a deep breath and reminded himself that, even if he had gotten the date, even if it had gone incredibly well, he was still with Weiss Schnee , and so he had to be on his best behavior if he ever wanted another date, much less- much less- his mind couldn't escape the image of Weiss walking away, almost like she was trying to give him a show.
Brothers. He reminded himself that it wasn't just his happiness on the line. His friends had done so much to help him prepare for this date, and he couldn't imagine telling them he'd ruined it by staring at her butt! Ugh, why did he have to be such a Neanderthal all the time! He could just imagine Pyrrha's disappointment with him, especially after she'd taken such an interest in this date.
He had to smile at that. Pyrrha was great. Easily the best partner anyone could ask for in Beacon. Not content to just save his bacon as a Huntsman, but she had asked him for pretty much every detail about the date, from the restaurant to the show to what he would be wearing, even what they should talk about! And she had so much helpful advice on how to make the night truly special. He had no idea why Nora had gotten so weird about it---they were partners, it was not like they were dating ---and he wasn't sure what she was trying to convey with that look she'd given the both of them, but if he spent his time trying to figure out while Nora was being weird, he wouldn't have time for literally anything else.
But he realized Weiss was coming back and... well, she seemed to have lost a step? Her cheeks looked a little flushed, but... the way her eyes locked on to his in a loving gaze, he realized none of that mattered compared to giving this beautiful, wonderful, elegant, so-out-of-his-league girl the best night he possibly could.
***
Weiss could scarcely stay standing up as she staggered through the halls of Beacon. She'd kept it under wraps for the night as best she could, but as she nearly reached her destination, it just became oh so hard to keep it together.
Tonight had been... oh , did she even have words for it? She and Jaune had gone on a date together, and it was the most wonderful, the most twisted experience she'd ever had! But she knew she'd have plenty of time to remember tonight as she opened the door leading into an unused room, where she found Pyrrha seated comfortably, waiting for her.
Immediately, she lowered her eyes and raised her skirt, to let her Mistress see the buzzing vibrator buried in her pussy.
That perfect, flawless smile nearly made Weiss cum on the spot. She had earned her Goddess's favor! She was overwhelmed with ecstatic delight, knowing that she had- and then she remembered. She had been a dirty girl. A naughty girl.
"I- I was bad, Mistress," she stammered. "I couldn't hold back and," tears sprung to her eyes, tears at both the shame of what she had done and knowing that she was such a stupid and worthless girl that she couldn't even follow her simple instructions, "I- I came."
"And did you come in front of Jaune?" Her Mistress's voice had no censure, but she knew she was displeased by her disobedience.
Now her tears were really flowing. "No, Mistress. I... I excused myself," she felt her face grow terribly hot, "I went to the restroom and came there."
The imperious glare she received shattered any illusions Weiss had about being anything other than her Mistress's horny little fuck toy. Pyrrha pointed to her boots. "Lick," she commanded, and Weiss practically threw herself at her Mistress's feet, thanking her for her mercy to even consider letting a girl as wretched as her kiss her feet. "Tell me about the night."
"It was wonderful! " she cried, kissing the leather and tasting the dirt that was so much worthier than a worthless worm like she was, "Oh, Mistress, I was such a stupid, silly girl not to realize how right you were about him! Dinner was lovely, he was so sweet, and I- Mistress, I- at his door, outside your room , I kissed him!" It was the truth. Jaune had been a lovely dinner companion and she had enjoyed herself, especially because she knew that he was so far beneath her station, her social class, that she was utterly debasing herself by simply accompanying him---but to be enjoying his company? Completely unacceptable!
But her Goddess's voice now took on a faraway tone, like she was talking to herself while watching the scene in her mind. "Yes, it was... wonderful, " she sighed. "You look so beautiful in that dress... Jaune must not have taken his eyes off you once. And you-" her breathing quickened, "fluttered your eyelashes for him, and- and that kiss, it must have- must have been..."
"It was amazing," she replied, wistfully, "he'll never kiss a warmer, softer pair of lips in his life."
"He must have loved it. It must have been everything he ever dreamed of, and, and so much better," she gasped, "than I could have kissed him."
"Yes, Mistress!" she cried, running her tongue up Pyrrha's boot, "I'm so much more desirable than you!"
Pyrrha clearly bit her lip in shame and humiliation at Weiss's words, to know that even a girl as stupid and useless as her realized that she was the one who truly deserved Jaune. It delighted Weiss to know that she could be of such service to her Mistress.
"But you're not just k-k-kissing him, not after the first date." She loved the way her Mistress's fetish turned even her perfect Goddess into a stammering wreck, practically shaking with shame and pleasure.
"Oh yes , my Goddess! There will be so many more dates where he'll fall more and more in love with me!"
"You're going- " her voice caught as she seemed to choke on the hurt and betrayal, "you're going to fuck him, and- and- and I'm... I'm going to walk in on you! " Her whole body seemed to quiver with the fantasy as she clearly imagined how hot it would be to have her love so cruelly stolen from her. Her hands reached into Weiss's hair, raising her head up to her parted legs, revealing that her Mistress wore no panties. Weiss felt her heart quicken as her eyes beheld her greatest treasure as her Mistress's voice became even more strained and far-away as she furthered the plan. "And... and he won't stop . Even though I'm right there. You're too good! You're- oh gods- you're so much better than me! "
She nuzzled her cheek against her Goddess's font, basking in its perfect warmth and whispered, "No, Mistress, he won't even notice you." She shivered as each barbed word cut deep into her worship's heart. "He'll be fucking my virgin pussy and won't- won't be able-" she could barely hold herself together, her imagination running wild with the thought of being Jaune's whore, willingly subjecting herself to his every base depravity, "I'll be so hot and tight he won't want to waste time even looking at a plain girl like you!"
"He's going to- oh gods!- he's going to dominate you! You'll worship him, and he'll- he'll steal you from me!"
"He will! We will! Oh, Goddess, we'll run away together and you'll never see us again! We won't even think about you!"
"Cum for me, slave," Pyrrha husked, her voice hoarse with need, "Cum for me like you'll cum for Jaune!"
And she came! Loudly and wantonly, both at the command of her perfect Goddess and the thought of how Jaune would turn her into the debased pet she was always meant to be. And as she came, her Goddess blessed her with her own orgasm, the wonderful taste of her divinity all over her face, Weiss's tongue lapping it all up in pure bliss.
As her orgasm subsided, she curled herself around Pyrrha's leg, feeling a soft giggle come to her. She looked up affectionately, and met Pyrrha's smiling face, which still had that power to utterly charm her. She broke out in a fit of giggles as Pyrrha reached down to tickle her face.
"What's so funny?" she asked, though Weiss's infectious laugh had reached her, too.
"I just... this. " she gestured around her. "What's Jaune going to think when he learns about us?"
"Well... if all goes according to plan, the way Jaune finds out," Pyrrha gave her a winning smile that nearly sent Weiss into a swoon. "I suspect he won't be doing much 'thinking.'"
Weiss giggled at that, leaving a trail of kisses down her Mistress's leg. She supposed he wouldn't have to fully understand their mutual humiliation fantasies, not when two hot and willing girls were so eager for a threesome. Pyrrha and Jaune would dominate her together, reveling in how wretched and desperate she was for their affection, and then they'd make Pyrrha watch as she would use all of her charms to drive Jaune completely mad, until he confessed that he enjoyed fucking her so much more than he did Pyrrha. He'd satisfy both their fetishes, and, in return, they'd be the hottest and most adoring girlfriends a man could ask for.
It wouldn't be long now. She just had to wait.
⁂
This is for Ruby , Jaune reminded himself, You're doing this to help Ruby.
He'd do anything for his fellow team leader. His first Beacon friend. The person second only to Pyrrha when it came to propping up his self-esteem when he needed it, deflating his ego and self-absorption when he really needed it, and helping him become a real Huntsman. If Ruby needed him to fight a Deathstalker, he'd do it. Ask Professor Port to give a definitive ranking of his top ten adventures, he'd do it. Tell Nora that the syrup was for the whole table and not just her, gods help him, he'd do it.
But right now, that meant sitting down with an arrogant, bemused-looking Yang and a contemptuous Blake while he, of all people, tried to offer some relationship counseling.
As unqualified as he was, someone had to step up. It had gotten out of hand: Yang and Blake seemed to break up every other week, only to immediately get back together, quarreling the whole time. And the fighting was the easy part: then there were the terribly tense moments at meals where both made a show of not talking to the other and everyone else felt so awkward and like they were anticipating a fight that it was impossible for any of them to have a conversation or even enjoy their food. And it had been terrible for RWBY's team cohesion.
Ruby had attempted to mediate like they'd been taught in Leadership class. She wasn't in charge for nothing, and Jaune knew from personal experience that she was really good at helping people realize their problems and getting them to work together to solve them. But... she couldn't help someone who didn't want to listen to her.
Yang had refused to get "lectured by her little sister," while Blake refused because she thought her leader couldn't be impartial when her sister was involved---and if either girl wasn't so self-absorbed, they would have realized that they'd both chosen reasons that were almost tailor-made to shatter Ruby's heart! As much as he was concerned for his friends and for the well-being of their relationship, Jaune couldn't lie---there was a quiet, seething spark of pure anger that was starting to burn inside him.
But he had to suppress it. He knew that intra-team conflicts were best resolved by getting things out in the open in a mediated space, and even if he wasn't their team leader, he could still make use of some of the skills he'd picked up. "Okay!" he started cheerfully, to a less than enthusiastic response. "So, how about we start by having Yang express, using some of the techniques we've been talking about, what she feels is source of the problem."
Yang jerked a thumb at her partner. "I just don't get why Blakey here feels the need to make everything into a fight."
"Okay, so let's-"
Blake scowled, "Not every time I disagree with you is 'a fight,' you just can't accept anything that isn't fawning praise!"
"Okay, Blake, it's Yang's turn so let's try to discuss what-" Jaune attempted to avert it, but the fight was already on, and neither girl had any interest in listening to him. Which, he had to admit, was how they thought of him outside of mediation, so why had he expected anything different here?
"Do you ever get sick of constantly fighting?" Yang spat. "I swear, it feels like you're trying to start fights just because you don't know what to do when we're not! "
"Maybe we wouldn't have so many fights if someone wasn't chasing after every dick in Beacon!" Jaune flinched a little at the intensity with which Blake had said that particular word. This was... not where he had expected this thing to go. At all.
The accusation certainly left Yang reeling, her eyes flashing the terrifying red of her Semblance. "Oh, you're one to talk!" she shouted, "We're not even broken up for an hour before you're draping yourself on Sun like a cat in heat! "
"Oh, and when we're broken up, are you saying you're not throwing those, " Blake gestured to her chest, "at everyone you can?"
They had broken into full on arguing. And then... and then that anger seized up in him. All his frustrations, all his annoyance, and most importantly at all, the knowledge that these two stupid girls' inability to think about how their actions affected anyone other than themselves! How they were hurting Ruby! He didn't think, not anymore, but acted, suddenly yelling "Enough!" and grabbing Blake by the wrist, yanking the surprised girl out of her seat and, before she could react, throwing her down over his knees and in a single motion, flipping up her skirt.
He barely even registered the shocked look on Yang's face before he brought his palm down, hard, on Blake's backside with a mighty SMACK! Blake gasped, but before she could make another sound, his hand was already back up for another. "Why!" smack "can't you" smack "just" smack "REALIZE" smack "that there are" SMACK "OTHER PEOPLE" SMACK "who are affected by your actions!" he bellowed, bringing his hand down for one final smack as Blake cried out in... something he realized wasn't pain.
He looked over to Yang, her mouth hanging open. He glanced down to Blake's face, burning with shame, and his eyes traced down her back to the site of his attention. Her cheeks were bright red, looking quite incredible on her pale skin. He couldn't help but admire it, but that brought him to another realization.
She wasn't wearing panties. These... these sluts! This whole... this "counseling" had... this had all just been some kind of foreplay for them? Have an ugly, public breakup, drag all their friends into trying to help them, and then angry makeup sex? But as he looked at her exposed ass, there was also the undeniable truth that he now realized was painted on her thighs and his right hand: Blake was extremely wet.
He glowered at Yang, realizing the way her thighs were pressed tightly together could only mean one thing. The usually self-assured girl shrank before him as he pushed Blake off of his lap and snarled, "Your turn."
Unable to resist his command, she swallowed nervously, slowly rising from her seat and approaching him for her well-deserved punishment. But Jaune was impatient, and, like with Blake, seized her by the wrist and pulled her into place. He flipped up her skirt and noticed, with disgust, that she was as bare and wet as Blake had been.
"Count off!" he growled, and a trembling Yang proceeded to do so.
Smack "One!" Smack! "Two!" SMACK! "Oh gods, three!" Smack! "F-four!" Smack! "Five!" Smack! "Six! Thank you, sir!" SMACK! " Oh! Seven!" Smack! "Eight, s-sir!" Smack! "N-nine!" SMACK! "Ten- aaaAUGH! "
He then pushed Yang off his lap and looked down on the two dazed girls, looking up at him with identical looks of pure, chastened regret. And, Jaune noticed, with some satisfaction, a trembling eagerness for more.
Yang was the first to speak, her face burning with shame. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, sir! We'll be good!"
"We didn't mean to be so selfish!" Blake pleaded.
"We promise, we'll think about how our actions affect others!"
"A-and we'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you!" Blake added, with an unsubtle note of desire in her voice.
"Strip," he commanded, and both girls blushed as they seemed to race each other to be the first to fully disrobe. Once naked, he pushed Yang to the ground and, grabbing Blake by the hair, roughly pushed her face to Yang's slit.
"If your problems are caused by your girlfriend being a little cock tease, well," he growled, "I've got the perfect solution right here," and he slapped his dick against Blake's backside, before resting it on her crack. With two needy sluts moaning with desire, he described exactly how they were going to solve their problem. "There's only one dick in your life now, and it's mine. You're going to be good girlfriends to each other and if you have a problem, you're not going to have it out in front of your team, you're taking it to me, and I will solve it. " Then, to illustrate how, he thrust himself into a squealing Blake and drove her face into Yang's pussy. "Do I make myself clear? "
Blake moaned her acquiescence into Yang's thighs, the once snooty girl now reduced to his pleasure pet and clearly loving it. Yang's eyes were unfocused as Blake's tongue lashed her, but she babbled her agreement. The sight of both girls, two of Beacon's most desirable and two of the biggest pains in his ass, now suddenly looking so meek and open to him, not to mention the thrill of having spanked both of their juicy asses red and raw, meant that it didn't take Jaune long before he could feel a surge building inside of him. "Remember, ugh, that this is for your own- good!" and then he came inside Blake, feeling her muscles tighten around his member and hearing the girl's muffled cry.
As he withdrew from a panting and gasping Blake, he looked down on Yang and felt his cock stiffen as he realized that he wasn't quite done here. Roughly shoving Blake aside, he moved on the blonde bombshell, the girl who endlessly teased him with those big, heavy tits, acting like he was a perv whenever he got flustered when she thrust them in his face. Well, now they were out, exposed, and totally at his mercy.
Yang gasped as he entered her. As he thrust, he was delighted to see that her breasts bounced and jiggled beautifully, like they were singing their approval of his actions. But he had work to do. Squeezing a fat tit in each hand, he glared and instructed Yang, "You're not going to treat your sister like she's a little kid, not anymore! She is your Team. Leader. And that means she gets your respect." Then, giving her jugs a rough slap, he added, "It's not like either of you could lead a team."
Yang's head nodded frantically. "Oh no, sir! We couldn't!"
Blake pulled herself up to add, "We need someone to tell us what to do. We'll be good from now on, we promise!"
"I promise we'll be so good for you!" Yang added, giving her chest a nice, appreciative bounce.
Jaune felt a cocky, irrepressible grin come to his face. "That's what I want to hear. Now lick my cum out of your girlfriend's pussy!" he ordered, as Blake quickly moved to sit on Yang's face.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes! We'll be good! We'll be so good!" Blake moaned in ecstatic delight as Yang ate her out. It was too good, and best of all, he deserved it, for helping these girls figure out their relationship problems. It was the thought of how he could make sure his girls kept behaving that brought him over the edge as he gave Yang the same treatment he gave Blake.
Watching the girls then move into a 69 for his amusement, Jaune figured, while he might not have handled this the way Leadership class had taught him, he'd certainly found an excellent way to resolve the problem.
Jaune was having lunch with RWBY and the rest of his team and it was going wonderfully. No anxieties hanging in the air, no accusations or infighting, just two teams sharing a meal and enjoying each other's company. Glancing over, he saw Blake and Yang sitting side by side, giggling together and holding hands, looking exactly like two happy girlfriends should look. Then Blake gave Yang a furtive whisper, and both got up to leave.
Weiss looked at them icily. "Oh? And where are you going."
"We're just going to go to the library," Blake said cheerfully, before giving her girlfriend a quick peck on the cheek, "Get some studying done together."
Yang smiled. "I just figured my girlfriend and I could enjoy some time together." Her emphasis on her relationship status was clearly a needle at the still-single Weiss, who bristled at the remark.
"Have fun!" Ruby waved as the pair got up from the table.
"Wow." Ren sounded like he couldn't believe it. "I can't believe it. They haven't had a fight in weeks, and I'm almost starting to feel like this is... like they figured it out."
"Yep!" Ruby added, cheerfully, "there's no arguments, they're spending a lot of time together, and they're so happy." Then she turned to Jaune, her big silver eyes sparkling with happiness. "Whatever you said to them, you really saved the day!"
Jaune blushed a little at the thought of Ruby learning what he had said to them, particularly as the hand in his pocket brushed the remote he kept there, his way of ensuring that they stayed good girls when in public. Perhaps it was for the best if Ruby didn't know how he'd helped her.
"I'm just surprised Arc managed to actually make something better," Weiss observed, airily, as Jaune flinched at her words.
Pyrrha, though, was the one to respond. "I'll have you know," she started, a barb in her voice, "that our leader is quite a bit more capable than you give him credit for."
Weiss was about to respond with some new insult for Jaune, only to get interrupted by Nora. "Uh, are they alright?" she asked, and Jaune looked up, only to see Blake and Yang leaning on each other, exceedingly red faced and embarrassed. Jaune realized that, bracing from Weiss's insult, he hadn't noticed how his hand had clenched on the remote, activating both girls' punishment vibrators. He was about to shoot them an apologetic look, but then realized... they had probably just enjoyed it anyways.
But so distracted by his mistake, Jaune had missed the frustrated look that briefly crossed Ruby's face as she looked over their quarreling partners. A frustration, he might have noticed, had he seen, that was not so dissimilar to the one he had had before, with Yang and Blake.
This... this was an unusual problem.
Roman was, despite his boastful claims, proving to be less-than-able to provide the necessary quantities of dust for her plans. The White Fang was not-so-secretly plotting to betray her once she was inconvenient. Mercury was getting really annoying about how bored he was. And Arthur Watts was, tragically, still alive.
Those, however, were simple problems, in comparison. Manageable problems. Every plan had problems like those, and she was nothing if not a problem solver.
But as far as Cinder's wonderful, perfect cinnamon bun of a boyfriend knew, that's not what Cinder was at all. She was just a sweet girl who loved nothing more than cuddling under a warm blanket with her sweetie next to a crackling fire, sipping hot cocoa and snuggling against his nice, warm chest. And, well, that wasn't wholly untrue, she loved Jaune and loved the way he made her feel, but she really wasn't... that. Rather than cuddling next to a warm fire, Cinder was the kind to be starting a roaring fire, in a crowded warehouse to eliminate a rival. Cuddling her boyfriend was great, but he was the only one who got to see cuddly Cin-Cin (well, he and everyone else in the cafeteria when she would coo as he fed her forkfuls of chocolate cake)---everyone else got the iron grip of Cinder Fall, undermining the institutions of Vale so that it would shatter under a single blow as she conquered.
But... how would her sweet Jaune take it when she was toppling Beacon and subjecting Vale to her rule? When Ozpin was cast down and Salem's banners were unfurled, when she started her dread march against the world of Remnant until all feared her name---would she have her darling boyfriend by her side? Would he refuse her cuddles if she didn't stop her reign of terror?
And that, as pit of dread formed in her stomach, was the real problem. Would he make her choose, between him and her dream of world conquest? She... she had worked so long for this, had sacrificed so much for Salem, she couldn't possibly be thinking of throwing it away for a boy, right? Just because he was cute and sweet and let her run her fingers through his messy hair and made her feel like she was his special little princess and had abs you could grate cheese on?
Cinder groaned. She knew she would pick Jaune. She'd pick Jaune over-
Wait, no! What was she thinking! She was a villain! She didn't have to make difficult choices, she just had to take what was hers! She just had to get Jaune to come around on Team Evil, find a way to convince him to not only accept that she was dedicated to world conquest, but also to join her, to stand beside her, to love all of her. All she had to do was to think of the right way to present it to him, a way that would leave him loving villainy as much as she did!
Well... he might be her little sweetie pie, but Jaune was still a guy. A man. With all the weaknesses she knew of that gender, and if she just... dressed it up a little, she was sure he'd come around. What boy didn't like a bad girl? He might even enjoy it! The thought of her Jaune all villainous and powerful... ooh, it just had her tingling!
Her plan could not afford to fail. Subtlety was risky, and a direct assault, if it failed, would lead to an unthinkable outcome. She could seduce Jaune (she'd certainly done so many enjoyable times so far!) but if he was turned off, if he wasn't driven totally wild by her bad girl persona, all was lost. So she went with a tactic she didn't like to use: Shock and Awe.
Cinder Fall knew she was hot. She was hot as hell, but one woman wasn't enough for some men. So she opted for something to completely blow his socks off so hard, the idea of betraying humanity for the Queen of the Grimm would be something he couldn't sign up for fast enough.
She knew Pyrrha hated her. Hated her with a fiery passion that Cinder couldn't wait to see let loose, possibly on the battlefield, much more preferably in the bedroom. And she knew she hated her because she loved Jaune. The girl's crush was obvious to everyone except her sweet little muffin.
The plan had been simple enough. Forge a note in Jaune's handwriting asking her to meet him at "their special spot," and then, wait for her to head to the roof, so eager and desperate to believe it that she wouldn't nearly be attentive enough to prepare for the blackjack to the back of her head. And then by the time she woke up...
Cinder had to admit, she was really liking the way Pyrrha looked tied up on her bed. Particularly the part where she wasn't wearing any clothes, she really liked that part. But it was made even better as she came to, the look of confusion giving way to fear, then a righteous determination. Oh, she would be so fun to break!
"Cinder!" she protested, "Let me go right now you- you lunatic! "
Cinder gave a seductive, superior laugh that made her wish she'd remembered to bring a glass of wine with her to swirl as she lectured her helpless rival. Ah, she loved villainy! "But Pyrrha," she cooed, "I'm only here to help you." That seemed to put a note of fear in the Invincible Girl's lovely face. "Don't think I haven't seen how you look at my boyfriend..."
Pyrrha snarled at the reminder of her position. "As if he'll stay with you when he learns what you've done! Jaune was always too good for you; it was only a matter of time before he found out what kind of woman you are!"
"Oh, he knows," she laughed, "he knows I'm a bad girl. He reminds me every time he spanks me, or when I beg him to fuck me on your bed." Oh, Pyrrha's face twisted deliciously between disgust and arousal at the thought of that! "But you can be a bad girl, too."
She gasped. "I- how dare you! I'm- I'm not-"
"I'm going to corrupt you, Pyrrha," Cinder patiently explained. "I'm going to make you bad. And once you're my sexy henchgirl, you're going to help Jaune understand just how much he likes bad girls. How much he wants a harem of hot, sexy villains bent on world conquest!"
Pyrrha could only whimper in reply. As much as she might portray herself as Little Miss Perfect, there was a part of Pyrrha that clearly wanted to topple the pedestal she'd been placed on. She was an excellent choice to begin with.
"Can't you picture it, Pyrrha? When Jaune realizes how badly he wants you that all thoughts of 'morality' and 'propriety' disappear as he just needs to fuck you? Don't you want to be bad? "
She whined with need but shook her head. "I- C-Cinder, you're insane! I won't join you! I'll never join you!"
Cinder smiled. "Oh, that was what I was hoping you'd say," as she lowered her face to Pyrrha's delicious snatch. "Don't worry, I'm going to make you feel good. "
Pyrrha was panting, her breaths ragged and needy, and she felt like she was barely hanging on. Cinder kept her on the edge of release, again and again and again , and right now, she was starting to feel like she'd do anything just to get off.
She heard a faint beeping, the sound of a scroll alarm. Cinder glanced down, and then looked up with a smile. "Oh dear," she said in mock disappointment, "how unfortunate! I have a date with Jaune-" that name in her voice was like a dagger in Pyrrha's chest, "and that means I have to leave you here with only Emerald to take care of you..."
Pyrrha was now aware of another presence in the room. Of course, Cinder's loathsome little toady was there. Stepping up to dutifully assist her leader. But there was a chance here! Emerald, she knew, had an obvious crush on her leader! Surely, surely that could be exploited, and she could be reasoned with!
As Cinder left the room, though not before modelling two different pairs of crotchless panties to get Pyrrha and Emerald's opinion on which one Jaune would like more (and Pyrrha hated herself for how the lacy red pair made her heart start racing), Emerald whirled on her.
"So," she teased, "you're the girl who thinks she's too good for Cinder?"
"P-please, Emerald, I know you don't want Cinder and Jaune-"
"Don't try to tell me what I want," Emerald warned her, cooly. "Cinder expects you broken when she gets back, so unless you're going to tell me you're ready to submit to my mistress's will, I-"
But she was cut off by a sudden arrival.
It... it was Jaune. Pyrrha couldn't believe it, but it was- it was him! Her brave, heroic knight! She knew he'd be there for her, she'd held on as long as she could, and now Jaune was here! Jaune was there to save her, to-
No. No, it couldn't, it wasn't-
But it was. Jaune was not alone. Cinder's arms were wrapped around Jaune's waist, her tongue licking Jaune's ears with lustful intent. Jaune looked down on her with a critical eye, making her feel like he was assessing every inch of her naked skin to see if she measured up to the succubus whispering dirty promises into his ear.
"What do you think, Jaune," her poisonous voice hissed, "She's hot, willing, and wants you so bad. "
"I told you, Cinder," he said, a note of scolding in his voice, "You're the only girl for me. I like my girls a little more wild than Pyrrha."
"No, no, Jaune please, " she begged. "This isn't you! Y-you're kind and sweet and-"
"And he loves girls who aren't like that!" Cinder interrupted, before slipping Jaune's cock in her mouth and blowing him in front of Pyrrha. Jaune moaned in pleasure, lacing his fingers in Cinder's hair and roughly fucking her face.
Jaune was lost in the blowjob, barely even aware that Pyrrha was even there anymore. "Yeah, oh, Cinder, uhn , that's so good," he sighed, "Fuck! I love it when you're bad."
"No... no!" Pyrrha sobbed.
"Oh, stop whining," Emerald cut in, "it's just my Semblance. All you're seeing is an illusion. He's not actually here."
"Why..."
"Oh, I just wanted you to see what it looks like. It's just so arousing to watch when Jaune takes Cinder, don't you agree?"
No! She didn't! It wasn't- she wasn't turned on by this! And yet, seeing Jaune lost in his pleasure, Cinder bobbing on his length... "Stop it, stop it, please," she begged, "I don't want to watch-"
"You don't have to," Emerald teased, "You can just close your eyes. You'd still hear it, but you wouldn't have to see it. I mean, if you wanted to not see it..."
She was right. All she had to do was close her eyes and why was that so difficult? The sight of Jaune, her beloved Jaune, now bearing down on her hated rival, giving her the pleasure, the intimacy she so deeply yearned for. The look on the illusory Cinder's face, moaning in erotic delight as Jaune filled her tight pussy, that should have been her. She was the one who had been there for Jaune ever since the Emerald Forest! She'd been the one who'd trained him, who spent so many nights with him on the rooftop!
"I don't blame you," Emerald mused, "It's so lovely, whenever Cinder allows me to watch. The chance to see your betters making love..."
And she'd been the one who watched him as Cinder made her move. As the powerful, sexy bad girl enthusiastically rode him in illusion, she realized now she was just seeing the details. She'd already seen how she'd intrigued him, with her revealing outfits and her obvious willingness to satisfy his desires. Cinder was hot, but so was Pyrrha, right?
No, it wasn't looks that made Pyrrha lose. It was attitude. Pyrrha was boring. Plain. Too timid to be honest with her feelings when she'd been given chance after chance. It was her fault that Jaune overlooked her---how could she expect him to notice her shy, needy desire when Cinder practically smouldered with hot, dirty lust? Who wanted a boring goody two shoes when a bad bitch like Cinder would put out every night? Would enthusiastically suck him off, would take it up the ass, would tie up her romantic rival just to corrupt her into becoming her boyfriend's eager sex pet!
And that realization broke her will and the dam burst. "Yes!" she cried, joy mingled with lust, "I want it! I want it! Oh Cinder, you were so right! I wanna be bad! "
All of a sudden, Cinder was there, the real Cinder! She'd been there the whole time, concealed by an illusion, Pyrrha realized with delight. "Then cum for me, cum like the hot, naughty slut you are!"
And Pyrrha came! She came, gloriously, feeling her pussy spasm in joy as years of shackles were loosed from around her. She was free and powerful, a liberated woman, a- ooh!- a bad girl. She smiled, wickedly, at Cinder, "And here I thought you had a date with Jaune , " she said with a naughty purr.
"Oh, I do . But it's later tonight, and we're not quite ready yet..." Pyrrha immediately picked up her meaning. Of course they weren't quite ready yet. They needed only one little piece more, and Pyrrha couldn't wait to pick her up and get her ready.
Emerald, however, seemed to think now was the moment to cut in. "C-Cinder, please," she mewled, "you promised me that if I broke her, you'd let me... y-you promised...."
Cinder looked over to Pyrrha. "What do you think? Does she deserve a reward?"
All this whining... it was just so annoying! Emerald was just a needy, useless little girl, like Pyrrha used to be before she realized how much better it was to just take what you wanted like the hot bitch you were! She was a bedwarmer, at best, hardly deserving Cinder's attention. "How about..." Pyrha said, feeling a wicked grin rising, "I use Emerald here as a practice run, show you what I've got planned for our third... "
Emerald looked up, fearfully, but, oh! That just made it so much better!
Ruby had figured that something was up.
Pyrrha goes missing for a day, same with Cinder? And then Pyrrha sends Ruby a vague message to meet her in a far corner of campus? Yeah, this was a trap. Obviously a trap. But while Cinder may have been able to take out Pyrrha, she was going to find Ruby a much more difficult rival for Jaune's heart.
Pyrrha was too nice. She would have certainly suspected nothing and made herself vulnerable. But Ruby came prepared, she thought with a grin, as she gave Crescent a nice pat. As she saw the figure ahead of her, she knew that Cinder was about to learn-
But it wasn't Cinder. It was... It was Pyrrha. She wasn't dressed in her Beacon uniform or her armor, but in a strange black robe.
She raised her hand, and it seemed to glow black for an instant as Crescent was suddenly ripped from her hands! Before she could realize what had happened, a metal bar caught her in the back of the knees, knocking her flat on her face. And then, with a click , she realized her hands and feet had been bound together in handcuffs. She glanced over to Crescent Rose, lying out of her reach, and then looked up, helplessly, to Pyrrha.
"P-Pyrrha!" she squealed, "what are you doing! "
"Helping you," she smiled, and then she threw off her cloak and revealed...
Oh my.
Ruby's eyes went wide at the black leather outfit Pyrrha had squeezed her voluptuous figure into. The tight corset made her breasts look huge. Those long black gloves she wore now had a lacy design that Ruby could already imagine seductively running up and down her body. And those garters... it took everything for Ruby to remind herself that this was a bad situation she was now in.
"I- I don't know what you want," she said, hoping that she could manage the panic running wild in her voice, "b-but whatever it is-"
"I told you I want to help you, Ruby," she chided her gently, "I want to help you the way Cinder helped me. Helped me realize how I could have Jaune. "
Ruby paled at her words. It was... it was insane! Lunacy! Impossible! Cinder would n-never share Jaune! A-and it... gods , did Pyrrha's outfit have to be so distracting?
Pyrrha giggled. "It seems like you've already figured it out, too! It's so simple, Ruby: Jaune likes bad girls. Hot, bad, naughty girls who like being part of a big, sexy harem. Girls like you. "
"N-no!" she protested, weakly. She wasn't... that wasn't what she wanted...
"But you want Jaune, Ruby. You want him to fuck you like the sexy slut you are," Pyrrha said, crouching down behind her, rubbing her fingers teasingly just above her pussy. Oh no! She could- she could see how wet she was! And the only thing worse was how hot the shame was making Ruby! Pyrrha giggled as she noticed her wetness. "You've always wanted to be bad , Ruby."
"That's not true!" But it was. It was so true. Nobody paid attention to her; she was just the nervous, socially awkward kid sister. Jaune would never notice her, not when girls like Cinder and Pyrrha were willing to break every rule she was too scared to for his pleasure. He wouldn't want her. He wouldn't want a girl who struggled to keep her lusts in check, who acted like she never ogled and fantasized about her teammates' bodies. He'd want a girl who took what she wanted, a hot, slutty bitch in heat. He wanted a bad girl.
Oh , but Ruby could be bad for him. She could be so bad...
"You just have to-"
She would! She would do it! Unable to resist anymore, to even wait for Pyrrha's explanation, she cried out, "Yes! I'm a bad girl! I'm a bad, bad girl!"
And Pyrrha rewarded her with sweet release, but the real pleasure came from finally admitting it, from no longer having to hold back that she was a dirty, lustful girl who needed sex, who needed to be a sex object, a toy for her beloved's pleasure.
She was a bad girl. She would dress like a bad girl, wearing a tight, shiny leather outfit like Pyrrha was in, the kind that showed off her breasts---no, her tits!--- for Jaune's pleasure. She'd have to talk like a bad girl, too---and she couldn't wait for that! "Oh Jaune," she'd moan , "I need your cock in my tight, wet cunt!" And she'd be a bad girl.
That would be the best part. Now that she'd experienced how magical it was to be a corrupted, fallen woman, she knew she had to share this joy with her team. Blake would learn a new place she was welcome to stick her nose into. And her big sister, oh, it'd be such a joy to squeeze those big boobs into a corset, tie her up, and put a little bow on her as a present for Jaune. And Weiss... she knew Weiss was in love with her. It'd be so delicious to taste her tears as she told Weiss she wasn't good enough for her, that she wanted nothing to do with a goody two shoes like her. She'd have to be Jaune's personal pet whore for a month before Ruby would even touch her!
And she just knew Weiss would be totally addicted to her new Master within a week.
"What now?" she asked Pyrrha, eager to begin her new life as one of Jaune's little pets.
Jaune pocketed his scroll. Today had been... weird. Cinder was nowhere to be found, which wasn't totally unheard of, she frequently had business that took her into Vale, but was a little sad. She was such a sweet girlfriend, and he loved her softer side. A day without her just felt... sad. But whenever he was missing his girlfriend, he was used to spending time with his partner, training or studying---he was so incredibly grateful that Pyrrha was so kind, to be willing to spend so much of her time getting him up to speed. But he couldn't find her anywhere either. Just a message from her scroll that she had some business to take care of. And Ruby was missing, too, so he didn't have anyone to hang out with.
He was feeling sad and lonely, and then he got the message that told him to go to a high-end hotel in Vale, get a key from the front desk, and head straight to a room on the top floor. Invited to a hotel to meet her in her room... Jaune had to admit, he was excited. Yes, he loved his sweet and cuddly Cin-Cin, but he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy her kinky side.
Though he didn't get why she was so preoccupied with having sex on Pyrrha's bed? Just seemed rude.
But he arrived at the door and slipped his keycard into the lock. The light turned green and the lock whirred as the room was opened to him. He entered, eager to find out what his girlfriend had prepared for him, but he couldn't have imagined what was waiting for him inside.
Cinder, his adorable Cin-Cin, was lying on the big, king-sized bed in a short black robe. Except... she wasn't alone. Two other women, two very familiar women, were lying beside her in matching robes. They seemed to slide off the bed like a trio of serpents, his girlfriend at the center, but he literally couldn't believe the pair that flanked her.
Pyrrha and Ruby, green and silver eyes clouded with lustful gazes, looked back at him with mysterious half smiles. Jaune was far too stunned to say anything. Was this- what, what could it be?
Cinder turned her head to give Pyrrha a long, slow kiss, then turned to kiss Ruby, both girls nuzzling and fondling his girlfriend.
At that, they stripped off their robes, revealing all three were wearing matching outfits, shiny and black and making all of their boobs look amazing. Even Ruby, the smallest of the group, looked proud and busty as she bounced her naked chest for his approval. Pyrrha's hefty, naked tits, her olive skin making a fantastic contrast with Ruby and Cinder's paleness, were dangling invitingly like a pair of ripe fruit. And Cinder, his hot, sexy girlfriend, stood between the two, presenting them like they were his birthday gifts.
"We want to be your bad girls, Jaune," Pyrrha cooed.
"We'll be so bad, so naughty, all for you!" Ruby promised.
"You just have to make us feel good, " Cinder purred.
Suddenly, they were upon him. Pyrrha kissed him as Ruby and Cinder got him out of his jeans. His cock sprang out, rising to the occasion, and somehow growing even harder as Ruby gasped in amazement. Oh, but then he felt as two pairs of lips traced kisses up and down his length as Pyrrha started whispering.
"We love you Jaune," she moaned as she nibbled his ear, "we all love you so much. We just want you to love us, too."
" Uhn, oh yeah, yeah, I love youuuuuuu-" his voice rose as he saw Cinder and Ruby started making out over the tip of his dick.
Pyrrha kept going, her voice a breathy purr, "We just want you to love all of us. All of our dirty fantasies, our sexy desires, our quest for world domination!"
...world domination? That sounded- oh, Cinder and Ruby started sucking so eagerly on his cock he completely lost track of the way words worked.
Yes. Yes, he was down for whatever they wanted. World domination or whatever it was, yeah, they could conquer whatever they wanted, just don't stop!
Cinder looked up at him sweetly, helping Ruby as her little mouth struggled to deep throat his cock. "You can do that for us, right honey?" she asked in her cutesiest voice, "you'll let your girls conquer Vale, won't you?"
Ruby's tongue- how did she know how to do this! "Ohhhh, yes, yeah, of course, whatever you saaaAAAYYY," and he came gloriously. Looking down, seeing his cum ooze out of Ruby Rose's very pleased mouth, he very nearly fainted... which he promptly did as soon as Pyrrha swooped down to give Ruby a lusty kiss to get her share of his load.
The Queen of Vale was quite happy, ruling over all she surveyed.
Her royal secretary, Beacon's former deputy headmistress, though now in a much more fetching uniform, was giving an update on something or the other. Their personal bodyguard, the Invincible Girl, stood beside them, admiring how powerful, how sexy, the ruling couple looked. Alas, Ruby and her team were out, quashing some opposition to her rule. It had been so long since she and Jaune had been able to enjoy a proper orgy.
But she had more important things than orgies right now. As she sat in her King's lap, her mouth open, her eyes focused on that forkful of chocolate cake he had for her, all Cinder could do was wait for him to slide her delicious treat into her mouth. "Nyam, nyam, nyam!" she tittered cutely as he fed her.
"Who's my good girl?" he asked, running a hand up and down her thigh.
"I am! I am!" his cute little Cin-Cin cheered. And it was true. She was a good girl. She was a very good girl. But only for him!
The world was a place of incredible joy and light. It was something that she knew to be a fundamental truth. She stood on the steps of a fairytale castle, a bastion of the hopes of the world, a bulwark against the threat of the Grimm. She and her sisters were the next generation of heroes who would turn back the tide of darkness and bring hope to all the people of Remnant.
And yet... Joan Arc was miserable.
Miserable because this wasn't a place of joy and light. Not now. Miserable because it was all her fault. She knew she didn't truly belong here at Beacon; she barely belonged at any Huntress's Academy! Joan was a fraud. A deceitful, cruel fake, and worse, one that tore apart the bonds of sisterhood that should be forming here at this hallowed institution.
She was poison, a pollutant that marred everything she touched.
This morning, at breakfast, she had hoped to make a peace offering, a way of mending fences, and yet, it had been a disaster. She had made crepes for her team and her friends in Team RWBY, and while the girls were clearly delighted, and she foolishly dared to hope that, perhaps, food was the way to harmony, it quickly collapsed.
She could still picture it so vividly: Weiss, the sweet girl who she had only just made headway in finding the vast depths of warmth hidden behind her frosty exterior, came to her, complimenting her cooking as Joan blushed and deferred that anyone can do what she had done. But Weiss was insistent, telling Joan that her crepes were finer than even her best chefs in Atlas could make, and, if she was interested, Weiss would be more than happy to hire her to-
And then Blake cut in, enraged. Joan loved Blake dearly, and had done all she could to help her feel more comfortable as a Faunus at Beacon, even if most of what Blake asked for was ear petting. And something that involved a collar and leash, and Joan didn't quite understand how it was supposed to make her feel more comfortable as a Faunus girl, but she was willing to do it! But Blake suddenly had a dozen accusations, that Weiss was trying to buy Joan, even accusing her of intending to enslave her---a rather ridiculous accusation, though Joan wasn't sure how to read Weiss's face when Blake had said that.
Pyrrha, her wonderful, perfect partner who had sacrificed so much of her time to make Joan a capable Huntress, particularly in terms of grapples and holds, had wrapped her arms around her protectively at that. She insisted that nobody would be taking Joan anywhere, though Joan ware barely listening, so embarrassed she was by the fact that Pyrrha, in her passionate defense of her undeserving partner, had accidentally not realized where her hands were. And she certainly wasn't aware of how her fingers were squeezing her poor chest, and certainly couldn't have been aware of how good it felt!
But by that point, it was chaos. All the girls Joan loved most in the world, from her first friend Ruby to her bubbly teammate Nora, they were all at each others' throats. All thoughts of crepes and harmony were lost as in a melee of bickering and then a melee of... a melee. Weapons were drawn, words were said, a fight was had---though Joan had been pulled away by her quiet teammate, Lily Ren, before the fighting could start for real. And staring at Ren, clearly trying to articulate something to her, but being far too shy to say it, Joan realized what she was trying to tell her.
Her moment of heartbreaking realization came when she noticed that as soon as the rest of the girls had realized Joan was gone... the fighting stopped. That was clearly what Ren wanted her to notice, and there was only one conclusion she could draw from that.
She was poison. Everywhere she looked, she caused strife. It was no wonder Miss Goodwitch was so quick to assign her to personal detention---and making her clean her personal quarters in that humiliating maid's outfit? Because she knew, even if she couldn't prove it, that Joan only belonged there as a janitor!
It was only a matter of time before she was found out, but Joan could no longer even care if she was expelled. It was what a wicked, selfish girl like her deserved. No, she was afraid that the damage she had done might be permanent. That she had ruined the friendship of seven dear girls, all so lovely in their own way, and she couldn't imagine a punishment bad enough for someone who had done that. All she could hope for was to throw herself at their mercy and beg that, if they could not forgive her, that she at least be allowed to make some restitution!
Everyone but her was stupid!
Ruby furiously slashed apart combat bot after combat bot. Every! Single! Stupid! Person! Was! In! Her! Way! And-
Well, she caught herself, not everyone was stupid...
There was Joan. She could never think of Joan as stupid. Joan was pure sweetness and light, like cotton candy or a sunny day come to life, so radiant and cheerful that even now, as Ruby furiously tore apart robots in her anger, it felt like the clouds were parting and everything would be good from here on out.
But of course it wouldn't. Because of her stupid teammates and stupid friends.
Joan had made them crepes! Sweet, kind Joan who never thought of herself before everyone else had made them all a painstakingly difficult and delicious breakfast that made Ruby's heart sing and her stupid partner, she thought, quickly firing six shots into the heads of six drones, had to ruin everything! She'd spent so much time explaining to all of her team the ground rules she'd negotiated with Pyrrha---stupid, stupid Pyrrha!---and they'd ignored her. Like always. Like she was just some stupid kid.
And what really hurt---she felt the sting of tears starting to well in her eyes---was that Joan probably thought of her as a kid, too. The goofy kid sister, her "first Beacon friend," and nothing more. Joan would never feel for Ruby what Ruby felt for her. Not her desire to kiss her soft lips one million times, not her desire to snuggle her under a warm blanket, not her desire to grind Joan's innocent face into Ruby's pussy until she grew addicted to her taste and lived only for her Mistress's pleasure. Joan would never even think of Ruby for any of those. Not with sophisticated and beautiful full-grown women like Pyrrha or Blake or Weiss or Yang throwing themselves at her.
Stupid Yang!
Stupid Yang and her stupid big boobs that she was always mashing Joan into like she only wanted Yang's boobs and didn't, maybe, kind of, maybe want to bury her face in Ruby's-
A metal bar struck her from behind and sent her tumbling. And now thinking about her stupid teammates had distracted her in the middle of her training! She just wanted to go back to her room and have an angry cry at how frustrating everyone else was!
Of course, as she hit the ground and the robots around her depowered, she found she couldn't wait for her room. The sniffling was already upon her, and she hoped, she so, so hoped, that Yang wasn't around to tease her for being a crybaby. She felt the sob coming as the trickle of tears crossed her cheek.
And then she felt a hand on her shoulder. A compassionate hand, a kind hand, a hand that had no judgment for her, who wouldn't call her a crybaby and just made her sorrows just dry up... until, of course, she looked at whose hand it was.
Who else could it be?
That angelic face framed in her messy, golden hair. Those soft blue eyes and full, kissable lips, that look of pure sweetness and concern...
Her angel had watched her get beat down by a robot and throw a tantrum over it. She moved to bury her face in her hood, step one of her rapidly forming plan to die of shame, only for Joan to catch her hands before she could. And now she was- she was practically- it was close enough- she was holding Ruby in her arms!
"It's okay, Rubes," she said, softly, "I think I... I could use someone to cry with, right now."
W-what? What? All thoughts of her own sorrows were immediately forgotten.What could Joan, her sweet perfect Joan, have to cry about? Which bitch did Ruby have to scythe down for marring her sunbeam's face with sadness? "Joan, what's wrong?" she asked, silently pleading that it was something she could fix.
"N-no, it's nothing- nothing important," but Ruby knew her sniffles, and knew that it wasn't "nothing."
"It's okay," she said, softly, "It's okay, Joan. Whatever it is, you can tell me, and we'll-"
"I'm ruining everything!" she wailed, and it took all the self control Ruby had not to kiss her sweet tears away. "I d-don't belong here!"
"That's not true!" Ruby protested, "Joan, you've changed everything. With Weiss and Blake and-" her voice hitched tremulously for a moment, "and me," she added, softly. Joan had been the girl to make her realize so much about herself. That she could be a leader, or that her enthusiasm and optimism weren't weaknesses as a Huntress, or that she had a lesbian dominatrix fetish---Joan had been the cause of Ruby realizing all of it!
But Joan shook her head. "I'm-" she croaked, "I'm a fraud. I forged my transcripts. Ruby, I don't belong here! "
Ruby paled at that. She couldn't believe it. She could scarcely understand it. "It's, I mean- well, nobody knows , so, if you just- just need me to keep your secret, I can!"
"Pyrrha knows," she answered, sadly, "And she's been trying to help me become a better Huntress, but, Ruby, that's the problem! It's not that I'm not a fighter, it's that I've ruined everything. I've poisoned the school, Ruby! I've tainted everything!"
"Joan! You make everything better, you-"
But the girl's mind was made up, the look of horror and self-directed disgust in her eyes was unavoidable. "What happened this morning, Ruby? All of you, you're all such wonderful, lovely girls---you should all be the dearest of friends! But with me... I am the apple of discord, Ruby. My weakness, my shamelessness... I have brought strife into this school, and with it, I've torn apart the bonds of both of our teams!"
Ruby looked at her, horrified by the words she couldn't believe her dear, kind Joan was saying. It- it wasn't her fault! She was blaming herself for what those jealous, scheming sluts were- and then she realized what Joan meant. Ruby would gladly have gone to war with the entire school just to see Joan smile---and so would every other Huntress. They'd rip the whole school apart until Beacon was no more, and the negativity would bring an unending tide of Grimm down upon Vale, now on half strength, forced to rely on Huntsmen alone... it would be the end.
But as she hopelessly stared at Joan as she denounced her own shamelessness, Ruby felt something like a solution grow stronger within her. She couldn't bear the thought of blaming Joan, the very picture of innocence, for a problem caused by the jealousy and insecurity of others, as much Ruby's fault as anyone else's. But, perhaps... a little injustice might be the solution, a way to negotiate the pride and desires of her friends. Joan, she realized, could be the scapegoat, the sacrifice that allows them all to mend their differences. And she had been... a bad girl. A very bad girl, Ruby thought with an unexpectedly eager thrill.
She lay a reassuring hand on her Joan. "I-" she swallowed, "I have a solution. For everyone. You're just going to have to..."
And as she whispered her plan to Joan, Ruby couldn't help but feel a surge of desire as her sweet angel blushed furiously... but did not object!
Ruby had summoned JNPR and RWBY to a "top secret" meeting. Well, she'd summoned JNPR, but Pyrrha had no idea where her leader could be. After the events of this morning, where she'd only been interrupted from giving a few tramps a well-deserved beatdown by the realization that her beloved Joan was gone, she'd gone on a tear to find her. She'd nearly lost her patience with Ren, the treacherous sneak of a girl who'd attempted to abscond with her leader, when Ren could only say that she'd lost her nerve, and hadn't been able to tell Joan the confession of love and devotion she had planned.
All around her was treachery. Ren and Nora, two of her closest friends, girls she thought of as though they were her own sisters ... they were both treacherous skanks when the chips came down. She knew they had a plan to team up and share Joan between them. Like she was looking for quantity over quality.
They knew nothing about Joan. All they had was just a silly infatuation; they had no idea about her partner's true desires. Only Pyrrha truly understood her. She was the only one who knew her darkest secret, she was the one who was actively protecting Joan from all that would threaten her. The late nights spent practicing, the study sessions... she was only moments away from Joan realizing that they were destined for one another.
But she had to handle these sluts first. She found a seat in the empty classroom, glaring as the RWBY girls showed up. Weiss acting like she was too prim and proper to even consider the lustful thoughts she so clearly had, Blake, always trying to seem the victim to capture Joan's sympathies, and Yang, with her overt whorishness. Of all the girls in this nest of vipers, she hated them the most. Except... where was the worst of them? Where was Ruby?
But she didn't have time to look around. "Come on," an impatient Yang barked, "What are we all here about?"
"Me."
And then Joan revealed herself. And... what she was wearing. She was wearing a tight black corset---and that was all she was wearing. Her heavenly breasts, those lush, happy handfuls that Pyrrha struggled not to grope and squeeze every training session, were fully and joyfully exposed. But every happy bounce of those lovely titties was in stark contrast with her shamed, sorrowful face.
She looked almost to be at the point of tears. "I've realize that there is strife between our teams, and strife within our teams, and I-" she choked, "I realize that I am the cause. But!" she spoke up quickly to prevent any interruptions or objections, "I know I am also the solution."
For once, all the girls were silent. Part shame, for having caused such sorrows for the girl they'd all happily give their lives for, but also astonishment to see the most innocent and pure girl at Beacon dressed so brazenly.
She struck her chest with her fist three times, and Pyrrha had to stifle a moan at the way her flesh jiggled with each blow. "I am a dirty, naughty, sinful girl. I need to be punished for my transgressions so that I can be forgiven. Slake your lusts on my body. I deserve it. Use me for your pleasure. Let my body become the bond that makes us sisters!"
Pyrrha was horrified. This couldn't be allowed! Not in the least! She didn't want to share- Joan wasn't some toy to be used by anyone who wanted her! She- she wanted to protect Joan from this! To be her shield, her strong arm that held all the dangers of the world at bay! How could she let-
"Pyrrha?" Ruby asked cheerfully, "You're Joan's partner: would you like to go first?"
She... she had never thought she'd be offered... she swallowed heavily, knowing that today, she would be the one to take her innocent Joan's precious virginity. "O-okay," she said, thickly.
Joan gave a quick pirouette that left every girl in the room drooling and then bent herself over the desk, legs parted to reveal that she, too, was drooling. Oh, that naughty, naughty girl!
Suddenly, Ruby was beside her, an armful of sex toys in hand. "It's going to be so beautiful, to watch you and Joan strengthen your bond as partners," she said as she passed Pyrrha a strapon with a long, black phallus, delightfully bumpy and ridged. "Break her in half and shatter this silly feud!"
Pyrrha needed no more encouragement as she felt the strapon slide right into Joan's slippery pussy. "Oh!" the girl cried, feeling as Pyrrha's rough thrusts relieved her of her virginity, "Oh, take me, Pyrrha! I've been a dirty girl, and I need to be punished for inflaming your desires! Use me like you've always wanted to!"
Though it was hard to focus on anything other than her blonde beauty's wanton cries, and even more wanton body, Pyrrha was too well trained to ever fully let her guard down. And yet... instead of feeling the glare of furious jealousy she expected, Pyrrha only felt amorous stares of pure lust. The air was perfumed with the soft, feminine moans of arousal as she knew every woman in the room was touching herself to the sight.
And then Ruby came forward, her own, cheery red rubber phallus proudly thrusting forward as she strode over. "I felt the two of us could bring our teams closer together," she purred, "if we made a truce through Joan."
Pyrrha smiled, and roughly forced Joan off the desk and in place so she and Ruby could take the little blonde slut from both ends. Hearing Joan's virginal throat gagging on Ruby's fake cock made Pyrrha realize that Ruby wasn't her enemy. As they spitroasted Joan together, Pyrrha noted, to her amazement, that she really had no reason to dislike the girl, now that they had figured out their differences with Joan. And with that obstacle out of the way, the scales fell from her eyes as she realized that Ruby was actually a very sweet girl, whose enthusiasm and kindness made her a treasure to know. How had she allowed herself to become so blind? But with Joan choking on Ruby's strapon as her hips shook and quivered with Pyrrha's harsh thrusts, her body was becoming the bond between the two Huntresses.
She loved Ruby. Tears sprang to her eyes as Joan came again and again, unable to resist their two-pronged assault. As she was released from their torments, she slid to the floor, looking now like the slutty mess that hid behind her perfect appearance. "More," she gasped, "N-need to m-make everyone... everyone happy. Need to... need to fuck, need mooooooore ." And Pyrrha and Ruby were all too happy to give her exactly that.
She graciously allowed Team RWBY to go first in making use of Joan's ravaged body, and while she had expected some pushback from Ren and Nora, they seemed to have realized that it was as much pleasure to watch Joan be used like a common whore as it was to treat her like she was their personal sex pet.
Yang nearly suffocated Joan in her boobs, making her lick and suckle every luscious inch. When it was her turn, Blake had produced a collar and leashed her, declaring Joan to be her new pet puppy. On command, Joan barked, rolled over, sat up, and licked Blake to orgasm. And Weiss, insistent that she get to claim one of Joan's virginities, bent her over a desk and fucked her up the ass with a strapon. Joan moaned and yelped as her Snow Angel cruelly dominated her with frequent, hard slaps on her jiggly butt.
And all through this, Pyrrha sat and watched in fascination, watching as these girls she, only moments before, considered the most treacherous vipers she knew released their every depravity upon her beloved Joan. And all she could think was how she wanted more . More abuse, more girls, more bonds made by sharing Beacon's hottest piece of ass.
It was now JNPR's turn to ruin their leader's pussy, but Pyrrha was surprised when Nora and Ren both turned to her, tears in their eyes. "Pyrrha," Nora began, "W-we, before this, Renny and I, we'd already come to a decision..." her voice trailed off as she struggled to find the words.
"We didn't want Joan if it meant losing you!" Ren burst out.
"We t-though we could... share her? We want our first time with Joan to- to be with you , Pyrrha."
Pyrrha teared up as well. She felt so, so guilty that she had thought that her two closest friends could ever betray her, at how often she'd suspected these lovely girls of disloyalty. "I'd love to," she said through her sobs as they all hugged.
Each girl took a strapon, and Pyrrha savored the sight of her teammates descending upon the exhausted and overwhelmed girl before Ren nimbly slipped herself underneath Joan, sliding the panting blonde onto her rigid phallus. Joan silently gasped, her voice too hoarse to do more than squeak, as Nora took her from behind, and Pyrrha, her heart bursting with love for her team, stuffed Joan's last hole by plugging her mouth with her strapon.
United in a single purpose, the three began coordinating their thrusts, and Pyrrha loved the way Joan squealed and shook while coming again and again from their relentless onslaught. Turning their leader into their fuckdrunk sex toy had been the best thing to ever happen to them, and Pyrrha, Ren, and Nora relentlessly pounded their darling little subby toy.
All around them, the lust in the room had reached a boiling point, and even as the girls had satisfied their desires with Joan, it seemed that their release had only unleashed more desire. Pyrrha could see Blake dominate Weiss, the prissy girl now leashed and collared for play. And Ruby was cruelly tugging at Yang's hair as she forced her own sister to suckle, praise, and worship her breasts. She knew she couldn't wait for her own chance to make Ren's serene face all twisted in need, or to teach Nora the meaning of discipline! And it had all been made possible by their sweet, subby, slutty leader, choking on Pyrrha's fake cock as her teammates made her airtight.
Eventually, alas, all good things had to come to an end, as the orgy finally dissipated into something less riotous and lewd. The girls, naked and satisfied, lay sprawled out comfortably around the room.
"You know," Yang spoke up, "Coco and Velvet would pay top dollar for a chance to dress Joan up and make her their bed slave for an evening."
Weiss giggled. "Heh, Neptunia would double whatever Coco offered---she's been lusting after Joan since she first got to Vale!"
"Ooh!" Blake chimed in, "How about I get Velvet and Sunny for an all Faunus orgy! I'll call some of my girls from the White Fang, too, so we can show how much humans are committed to the peace process!"
"What about Cinder?" Pyrrha suggested, "I'm sure she and her little pack of sluts would be willing to lick my boots clean for a week in exchange for a night with Joan."
"Ms. Goodwitch and the Headmistress are going to expect their cut at some point..." Ruby added.
Pyrrha looked over at her partner as her friends eagerly discussed how to best whore her out to the school. She was a wreck. Her face, smeared with runny mascara, drool, and various girls' juices, had lost some of its angelic glow. Joan was a fallen woman now, the thought bringing Pyrrha to new heights of desire as she watched her moaning lewdly on the floor, her hips still bucking and shaking as though she still needed to get fucked.
She crouched down. "How do you feel about fucking every girl in this school for money?"
"Woul' it make 'em happy?" the fuckdrunk girl slurred.
"It sure would!" she answered, cheerfully.
"So happy..." she murmured happily, her finger slipping down to rub her clit. "Joany wan's to make everybody so happieeeee..."
Pyrrha slid her own finger into Joan's pussy as she ruffled her partners hair. She would make everyone so very, very happy. She was such a wonderful girl, and she couldn't believe her luck that such a sweet little whore had been dropped into their lives. They were all so lucky to have her.
Arslan Agonistes
Arslan had vowed that this year, at the Vytal Tournament, she was going to finally, finally defeat Pyrrha Nikos. No, not defeat. Humiliate . She would beat her the way Pyrrha had always done to her, and she'd finally have satisfaction for a lifetime of defeats. At Sanctum, at Regionals, every single match between the two of them, always the same ending.
Arslan left flat on the ground, Aura well in the red, fury churning in her gut as that girl loomed over her with that insipid, apologetic smile and... offered her a hand up. Like Miss Perfect was her friend, like she hadn't just humiliated her in front of everyone. Every. Single. Time. It didn't matter how much she practiced, or how hard she tried, she always lost.
But not this time!
Sun had befriended some of the members of Pyrrha's sister team, and despite the fact he echoed Reese's warning that she was coming off a little crazy, it hadn't been hard for Arslan to coerce him into giving her the information that she needed. It seemed that Pyrrha went onto the roof to practice with her team leader---if it was anyone other than Miss Perfect Goody Two Shoes, Arslan would be certain what they would actually be "practicing" up there, but Pyrrha actually would be honing her skills.
It'd be the perfect spot to confront her, to let her know what to expect from this year's Arslan Altan! To get some good digs in, to engage in a little pre-Tournament psychological warfare. Yes, this was going to be the opening salvo in her victory this year.
She heard the grunts and scuffles of training and the hated sound of her rival's voice was clear on the air. It aggravated her to hear it as she opened the door and-
They weren't training. At least, not how she expected.
In the corner of the roof, Pyrrha was bent over, gripping the railing, as her leader, as he... he was... Arslan didn't even really have a word for it, it was so...
"Pyrrha," his commanding voice cut through the noise of her pants and whines, "When we're up here, what did I say about being quiet?"
"I'm sorry Master!" she cried out, "But your cock is just so big and stuffing me so full that I-" and then she yelped as Arslan heard the juicy smack of Arc's hand across her rump.
Arslan staggered backwards, watching the door slowly swing shut. One voice in her mind told her to stop it from closing, before it cut off her view. Another said to get the hell out of there. And a third voice, quiet, but furious, told her to march right in there and...
Stop them. Obviously, stop them. It was... what they were doing was... it was obscene! Lewd! Completely inappropriate and worse, stolen! Arslan knew she should have been the one getting dominated by-
Dominating! Dominating! That's what she meant! She should be the one bending the Spartan over and teaching her a lesson, grinding her face into the ground, the rough texture of the roof against her cheek a constant reminder of her inferiority, that big, powerful cock stuffing her tight pussy while he slapped her ass like she was a common-
Arslan realized her hands were doing things on their own that needed to stop right now.
She couldn't be here any longer. Another moment standing before that door and she'd do something truly insane. But still, her legs seem rooted to the spot, some part of her clearly desiring nothing more than to go forwards, but she couldn't allow it to get a foothold on her. She turned and ran down the stairs, desperate to just be anywhere else.
Breakfast was awkward.
Bolin was awkwardly rehearsing a speech, which was quickly becoming garbage love poetry, he swore he would give to Yang Xiao Long, the blonde Beacon girl seated across the hall that had so enraptured his attention. Reese, sweetheart that she was, was doing her best to make him reconsider, and was sending quite a few looks Arslan's way, trying to get her to do the leadership thing and talk him out of embarrassing himself.
But she had other things on her mind.
When Bolin had gestured towards Yang, Arslan couldn't help but notice two of the people she was sitting with. A blond and a redhead, sitting down at the breakfast table, chatting with their friends, acting to all the world like the two of them hadn't consumed all of Arslan's dreams last night. Dreams of lying on the floor at the center of the stadium, utterly defeated, too exhausted to even prop herself up, much less move, and so she could only lie there and watch as Pyrrha greedily licked and slurped her reward from her team leader. Or another, where she was the dominant one, only to slip and suddenly, the both of them were upon her, taunting, mocking her and her delusions that she was anything other than their subby little toy.
But she was jostled from her fantasies- her dreams, when a girl she immediately recognized as the singer and heiress, Weiss Schnee, was now clearly giving Jaune a rough dressing down that he was taking with embarrassed awkwardness. Absolutely nothing at all like the man she'd seen last night---that man would have put the bossy girl in her place, on her knees, where she belonged. Was that- had that actually happened last night? Or was it just a... she didn't know, but her memories now seemed so aggravatingly implausible that she struggled to bring every detail she could to mind. It had to have been real, right?
Bolin had gotten up from the table, Reese's efforts to stop him had clearly been in vain, and she sprang after him in a last ditch effort to try and stop him from embarrassing himself. Arslan looked back to her breakfast. Whether or not what she had seen last night had happened was independent of the bigger issue: she had it bad for Jaune Arc.
Nadir got her attention with a chuckle. She looked up with a scowl. "You know... this whole time, we've been talking about your deal with Pyrrha as an ego thing..." she bristled, at the accusation of her ego, but even more so that the rest of her team was talking about her like that behind her back, "but I think it's a much simpler story, isn't it? You and Pyrrha---you don't want to punch her face..."
"Shut up, Nadir."
"Arslan," his voice was no longer teasing, but concerned, and Arslan felt momentarily guilty for her hostility. "This isn't healthy. You like who you like, and there's nothing wrong with having feelings for someone you have a rivalry with. But you have to admit it, have to get it out in the open, so you're not doing... this."
She groaned. Nadir was right, and that was terrible: she hated whenever he was right. But she couldn't deny it. She deflected his further questions, but, inwardly, she resolved that she needed to take action. She had to find Jaune.
And then... well, she'd have to play it by ear.
Finding Jaune had not been easy. Sun wasn't giving her help as she was starting to "sound obsessed" with JNPR, and even her most furious glare wasn't enough to change his mind. Neptune was made of less stern stuff, but he, unfortunately, had no idea where to find him. It was actually on her way to track down Team RWBY to try to force one of them to give up Arc's location that she happened to stumble upon the man himself.
"Oh, hey, you're from Mistral, right?" he asked, sounding like a pleasant dunce and not the man who had seized command of her entire sexual identity. "My partner's Mistralian, and I was wondering- oof!"
Cutting off whatever he was about to say, she grabbed him and dragged him into a nearby classroom, and then slammed him against the whiteboard. She stared at him. He was clearly terrified; she knew that he was no match to her, even if he had been armed, and she felt furious... and also, very uncertain.
What was she supposed to do now? Challenge him? Tell him she knew about him and Pyrrha? Kiss him?
And so, with nothing else to go from, she slugged him in the gut.
Arc doubled over from the hit. "Urk-" she hadn't thought she'd hit him that hard, but she had to admit, she was in an emotional state right now. "W-what was that for! I didn't- whatever happened, I didn't mean it!"
She stared at him. "Are you going to fight back?"
He looked at her incredulously. "What? No! Why did you-"
"Hit me!" she demanded, "Fight back, damnit!" and she shoved him against the wall again.
The look he gave her, incredulity mixed with fear, was not what she had been hoping for. "I'm sorry? I don't know what you want with me, but-"
"I don't care, just hit me! Punch me in the face, or take a swing, or bend me over your knee and spank-"
She turned red, realizing what she had just said to him. Arc, though, seemed to be coming to a dawning realization. "I'm... guessing that maybe you saw something with, um, me and Pyrrha?"
Her face burning with shame and struggling not to start rubbing her thighs together, she nodded.
"And you..." She couldn't bring herself to answer.
He sighed. "Okay, there's a lot of ways we could have done this without sucker punching me in the stomach. Go talk to Pyrrha; she'll explain everything."
No! She wasn't going to have to go through this again! Not with Pyrrha of all people! "What? I-"
"Oh no," he cut her off, "this is your punishment."
Arslan felt her mouth get very dry and another part of her get very wet at hearing that.
Finding Pyrrha had been comparably easy. She was, of course, training, a small gaggle of admirers watching as she effortlessly dismantled a set of combat drones set to... Level 9? Arslan only ever soloed- no, she took a breath. That's not what she was here for.
As she finished her match and quietly accepted the applause, compliments, and naked flirtation, Arslan felt a moment of sympathy for her rival. None of these spectators understood her at all. She'd just finished a rigorous training session, and she certainly didn't seem to be in the mood for conversation, and yet this crowd of fans pressed in on her, completely oblivious to the fact that her pleasantness was clearly forced?
"A- hem," she cut in, and suddenly, the crowd parted. Their rivalry, two women of different sides of Mistral, the very image of the Mistralian tradition of Agonists, locked into a long conflict of unmatched skill and ability, was well known. "Pyrrha?" she asked, her voice iron and severe, "A word?"
The crowd gasped, but none dared intervene as she led Pyrrha away from them. Once she found a secluded spot, she turned, looking at her rival. Her dear, hated rival. "I'm sorry if I scared you," she said, "but I felt you could use a reprieve from the crowd."
She watched as a smile lit up Pyrrha's face, and hated herself for how happy it made her. "Arslan," she laughed, "that... actually means a lot. I really thought you... didn't like me."
I don't! Her mind protested. But... No, she had other business. "I... also spoke with Jaune." Pyrrha cocked an eyebrow at that. Arslan's eyes went to the floor. "And I said I had to speak with you... to be punished."
She felt two hands suddenly clasp her shoulders, and Arslan looked up, right into those shining, emerald eyes that seemed now to take up her whole vision. "Arslan! I-" she pulled her into a sudden hug, "I- oh, of course you can join us! I really- I-" and now she was tearing up on Arslan's shoulder.
"W-wait!" she protested, "Jaune didn't t-tell me anything about- anything! He just said you'd explain things."
Pyrrha pulled out of the hug. "Oh." She paused for a second. "B-but you do want to sleep with us, right?"
Her breath caught in her throat. Yes? No? Clearly, part of her wanted Jaune to grind her face into the dirt and take her like a bitch in heat, but another part of her refused to ever bow to anyone, ever. "I- I don't know," she admitted, hopelessly.
Pyrrha gave her a sympathetic and reassuring look. "Well... w-would you like," and Pyrrha's eyes suddenly flashed with something that Arslan recognized all too well. The dominant gaze of a champion took her breath away, "Would you like to get a sample?"
Arslan could only shake her head yes, finding words far too intimidating at the moment. Pyrrha looked down on her with a haughty expression. "Kneel, slut."
She knelt before she even realized she was doing it. Reflex and instinct told her what she wanted, now staring right back at her at eye level. She could practically taste it.
"I hope you don't mind," Pyrrha said, slipping out of her armor, "but I worked up quite a sweat out there..."
Arslan inhaled, the scent of Pyrrha's perspiration driving her to new heights of lust. She couldn't help herself as she leaned forward, only to get grabbed and shoved back. "Naughty, naughty," Pyrrha teased. "You don't have permission yet..."
"Please," Arslan whined, "please, please, I-"
"Will you submit to Jaune?" she asked, "Become his personal pleasure toy and admit you don't deserve any better?"
"Yes, Pyrrha, I-"
"Yes, Mistress!" she commanded.
"Oh yes, Mistress, forgive me, Mistress," she babbled, words from a place deep inside her she never realized she had spilling out, "I'm a stupid needy whore, Mistress, I don't-"
She was cut off as Pyrrha gripped her by the hair and yanked her forward, right into her snatch. Arslan needed no instruction, eagerly kissing and licking her Mistress's slit. She loved it, loved it so much, the scent, the taste, everything about it drove her more and more wild as she realized how much it... it degraded her!
As she ate her out, Pyrrha started to explain things. "Master likes strong, muscular girls... and he loves us all weak and needy and helpless. It's a huge turn-on for him when we can't resist him, when our bodies are overpowered by our horny little pussies." She licked eagerly. She had been overpowered! All her strength and discipline meant nothing against how much her drippy pussy needed to get filled by her Master's cock!
Pyrrha suddenly released her from her delta, but Arslan was left with her mouth agape, drool and Pyrrha's juices running down her face. She must have looked like a total messy slut, and Pyrrha's smile confirmed it. "Now," she said, her smile turning dark and predatory, "Are you going to be a good little slut for Master?"
"Yesssssh," she slurred, her jaw and tongue exhausted from the exertion.
"Will you obey his every command, accept every humiliation, and live for his pleasure like the cock-starved little cunt you are?"
"YESH!" she cried, the realization, the act of finally admitting what she wanted, awakening a deep and powerful need within her.
"Well, if you can be a good little sub..." Pyrrha pondered out loud, "I suppose I could help you offer yourself to Master."
Arslan whimpered with delight, but before she could say anything, Pyrrha grabbed her by the jaw, roughly pulling her to look her straight in the eyes. "But let's get one thing straight," she said with a terrible fury, "I'm not about to lose to you! I've never lost to you before, and if you think you can outdo me in Master's eyes... bring it on," she challenged.
But there was no hatred in her fury. No, it was something... arousing. As she panted, "Yesh, yes Mistress!" she felt a new feeling tingling in her. Not just sexual desire, but a new, yet still familiar, fire now lit inside her.
"No, not 'Mistress,'" Pyrrha corrected, though still as severe, "Pyrrha. We're both equals before Master now."
"Y-yes, Mis- Pyrrha," she corrected. And then Pyrrha smiled and kissed her.
"He's going to be so excited!" she gushed.
She loved her new collar.
It felt so snug and tight and her little tag, emblazoned with "Master's Pet Whore," jingled as she walked, tottering in her high ballet boots, with her hands bound behind her. Pyrrha yanked on her leash as she struggled to keep up---her balance, she had to admit, was far better than this, but it was so much more fun to let Pyrrha punish her and make her struggle to walk.
She was led into a room, stumbling, struggling to stay upright, but then she saw... him.
Sitting on the bed, giving her a critical look over---but she could see a hint of approval in his eyes!---was Jaune Arc. Seen for the first time since she'd accepted her new place. Since she'd submitted to him as her Master.
Pyrrha, smiling, removed the ball gag from her mouth. "Master!" Arslan gasped, "P-please let this-"
"Did I say you could speak?"
Jaune's voice had no trace of his earlier character. This was the Jaune from the rooftop, the one she watched turn the unbeatable, implacable foe of Arslan's entire life into a silly little sex pet. She was terrified, realizing that she'd only been in his presence a few seconds before she offended him. She furiously shook her head, knowing not to protest out loud, lest she anger him further.
"Tell me..." his words were slow, measured, "what is your place here, Arslan?"
"W-wherever my Master would have me," Arslan stammered, desperate to regain his favor. "In any position h-he would like!"
Jaune smiled, and Arslan struggled not to come at his mere approval. This was a test of true discipline, and Arslan had never realized how much she needed a man who would make sex as rigorous and demanding as the rest of her ascetic life. Then he pointed to the ground in front of him, and Arslan could scarcely accept her own fortune.
She knelt before him as Pyrrha unzipped Master's jeans. She sighed as she looked upon what she had struggled against for so long. It felt like it was imbued with all the might of her struggle, of the truth she could not deny. Looking upon her Master's cock, it was a symbol of her new reality, her new truth. As she wrapped her lips around it, she graciously took it into her loving mouth, adoring the way it finally sealed her position forever. She was his now. His happy, submissive lover.
And Pyrrha, with her hands guiding Arslan's head as she bobbed back and forth, struggling now to take as much of her Master's cock into her throat as she could, Pyrrha was her best enemy. Her beloved, wonderful rival. Their contest now was not for the other's defeat or destruction, but the joyful struggle to outdo one another, to drive her opponent to new depths of servitude and submission, as her rival would, in turn, drive her to go further as well.
Her anger, her rash vow, it all dissipated into the warm, happy lust that now swirled all around her. As she sucked his cock, she felt an inner peace, a tranquility she had long sought in meditation and training finally settle upon her.
It was a long, crazy trip to get here, but now that she was, it simply felt right.
It had been a long time since she'd last seen Pyrrha. Seated at her kitchen table, a steaming mug of coffee in her hands, Weiss listened as Pyrrha pointed out all the features of the newly remodeled kitchen. It was very nice; Pyrrha had certainly done well for herself after graduation, and her fighting career had certainly brought in more than a comfortable income.
However...
Weiss continued to listen politely, but her mind barely registered what her friend was saying. It wasn't right. None of this was right. A girl like Pyrrha, a woman as incredible as Pyrrha, deserved more than a nice townhome in Vale. Her home was nice, but she just- she deserved more! She should be living in nothing less than a palace, the very lap of luxury, in- in-
She should be in the Schnee manor!
A quizzical look crossed Pyrrha's face, and Weiss was quick to tamp down her anger. No, she hadn't waited this long, she hadn't risked so much just to spoil the plot now. She could discipline herself. For Pyrrha. She waved her concern off, and Pyrrha went back to talking about
It had been love at first sight. Weiss had been stupid and arrogant, then, in their first year at Beacon, and had foolishly ruined her chances. But for the next four years, as she nurtured her crush into full-blown love, she had undone much of what her younger self had set back and built a friendship with the girl. And yet, despite how close they grew, Weiss had not been able to stop... this.
Just as she had that thought, Pyrrha gestured to her new dishwasher, and the act of pointing had been marked with an unmistakable sparkle. A diamond. His grandmother's engagement ring. And the gold wedding band beside it, a permanent reminder that Weiss had lost. She had lost the most beautiful, lovely girl in all of Remnant. She was achingly perfect, no longer the already-incredible teenager she'd first met, but now a fully mature woman. She was statuesque, with the elegance and poise of a tigress, the Queen of the Ring and the Queen of Weiss's heart. But she was- she was-
She was his.
To even think his name would break her composure, and she couldn't have that. Their wedding had tested her discipline more than any of the boardroom brawls or family power struggles she had overseen in her post-Beacon career. Only Ruby, her partner and closest friend, had realized that anything was amiss. She had comforted her after the ceremony, and had helped create an excuse for her to leave the reception, holding her as she cried and cried in her hotel room. She had felt awful about it---Ruby was such close friends with... him---but Ruby had insisted she be there for her.
But she knew that she had to maintain her composure now. As the torch she carried for Pyrrha burned into a full bonfire, she had known that, one day, she would be hers. She'd have that statuesque body pose for her, naked. She'd see that gorgeous red hair pooling around her thighs as the tongue that was right now telling her about contractor issues would eat her out. She just had to keep her focus, and everything would go exactly as planned.
Weiss was finally going to take what was hers.
While Pyrrha had won fame in the ring, her husband had sought out humbler employment as a Huntsman specializing in Search and Rescue. A rather skilled one, at that---she knew he'd become somewhat famous for his exploits. She could respect him enough to know that he did good work, heroic work, and if he hadn't stolen the love of her life, Weiss would say that he was proving to be the finest of them all.
But that work meant that he simply... wasn't always home. And it had simply been unfortunate coincidence, and not at all bribing an official to get her the assignment schedule of Vale's Huntsmen, that her visit had coincided with a time when he would be out of town. An assignment, she had noticed with some surprise, he'd be undertaking with Ruby. But it had seemed to be a fairly easy and tedious security job, which would help her manage some of the guilt of what she had planned.
She knew Pyrrha would feel lonely, and she'd seen it confirmed when they met in her kitchen for coffee. She'd almost leapt at the offer to meet for drinks later, and, since she knew Pyrrha wasn't one for the club scene, she'd used her connections to get them a table at a discrete, expensive restaurant in downtown Vale. A few drinks in, and they were chatting like it was Beacon all over again. No awkward small talk about remodeled kitchens, just funny stories as two girlfriends-who-could-have-been-girlfriends caught up.
Weiss had just finished a story about a particular gentleman from her sister's almost-comical dating life that had left Pyrrha cracking up. She sighed, "It's a shame you came when Jaune wasn't here," she said, a hint of a slur in her voice---Pyrrha had never been good at handling alcohol.
"Yes, well... his work is important." Weiss held her composure, though she wasn't thrilled to hear that name.
"So important," she sighed, "so important that it seems like he's always out..."
Weiss blinked a little at that. Had... had she misheard? That didn't sound like... She had thought she'd be the one to bring that implication up! Again, though, she reminded herself: composure. She had to maintain her composure. Even as giddy as the wine and her words had made her feel.
"I'm sorry," she offered, sympathetically, "I have to imagine that's something you've had to figure out, as a couple."
"Yeah..." Pyrrha responded sadly, rubbing her finger on the base of her subtly-topped-off wine glass. "But it's hard. Especially because..." and she bit her lip and blushed.
But Weiss couldn't pass up the chance. "Come on," she said warmly, "we're both girls here. We can talk about... those things."
Pyrrha giggled a little at the implication. "I shouldn't be drinking," she confessed, "Jaune's not home and..." she leaned down to whisper, "I always get horny when I drink."
No! She- no, she had to focus! "Pyrrha!" Weiss teased, "I didn't need to know that!"
"You said we could talk about these things! That's what I thought you meant!"
Weiss laughed, light and musical, as she put up her hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, I did say that. I'm sorry. Please, continue." And please, please continue sipping your chardonnay.
Which, of course, Pyrrha did. "I just... well, when he's not home, and I miss him, well..." she trailed off
"I mean," Weiss nervously giggled, "you take care of yourself, right?"
Pyrrha looked momentarily scandalized, then blushed. "It's just... it's not the same. I get lonely, and, um, self, um, care just makes it worse. It just makes me feel more alone. The house feels so big when he's gone and I just want him to be back." Weiss felt both a wave of sympathy for her friend and a momentary surge of anger that she would ever be left in this condition. Pyrrha deserved the world, and if her husband couldn't... but Weiss wasn't going to rise to it. Not when she was so close she could almost taste it.
"I'm so sorry, Pyrrha, I would never have-"
"No, no! It's okay!" Pyrrha quickly interrupted. "I'm really glad we got together, really! Seeing you, well," she blushed a little, "it's made my day a lot less lonely."
"I'm glad," Weiss replied. "But I still... I'm sorry, Pyrrha, I've missed you all while up in Mantle and I've felt so bad that I haven't visited sooner."
Pyrrha's eyes teared up a little. "I've missed you, Weiss. We've all missed you, a lot."
"I... I know." Weiss felt a stab of guilt. But she couldn't come back to Vale before now, not with... everything that had happened. "And I want to make it up to you. You were mentioning how empty your home felt when you were on your own. If it wouldn't be too much of an imposition, well..." now it was time. Now was the moment of truth, "I could spend the night."
Pyrrha's eyes, practically sparkling with gratitude, sent Weiss's heart into the stratosphere. Her words, the quiet, almost reverential, "That would be lovely," sent her even higher.
Pyrrha giggled as Weiss followed her to the door. "I feel like we're misbehaving," she tittered, "like I'm sneakin' home and tryin' to hide that I'm tipsy!"
Weiss laughed, "You're not that drunk, Pyrrha. You're just a lightweight."
Pyrrha pushed her, teasingly. "I'm not a lightweight!" she protested, "They just kept refilling my glass!"
More true than not, but Weiss didn't want to dwell on it too much. She helped Pyrrha a little with her key as she opened the door and the two stumbled in. Of course, in the motion, with Pyrrha leaning on her and the sudden surge of them going through the portal... Weiss had ended up palming Pyrrha's ass.
"I- I'm so sorry!"
"Weiss!" Pyrrha cried in shock, but... almost a little teasingly. "Naughty, naughty," she giggled and Weiss felt like she was about to die. "I should, snrk, I should give you a spanking!"
Oh yes. Oh yes, she should. "Pyrrha, I-" she stammered.
But Pyrrha flopped down on the couch. "Oof! Why did we put our bedroom upstairs," she whined. "M'tired."
But Weiss felt a small pang of sympathy as she looked at the tired champion, her sweet Pyrrha, flopped on the couch. She stroked her hair, loving the way Pyrrha sighed at her touch. In a better world, she'd do this for her every time she had a little too much to drink. But could she really bring herself to take advantage of her, like this?
No, she couldn't.
"Alright, come on, I've got you," she said, helping Pyrrha up from the couch.
"Weiss, I'm fine..." she complained, but didn't particularly oppose her.
She led her up to her bedroom, letting her steady herself on her as she approached the bed. But something in Weiss made her do something she shouldn't have. She paused. She stopped just enough that Pyrrha was thrown off her balance, which spun the girl around as Weiss caught her in her arms.
Suddenly, she was holding her beloved. Her face was just inches away from her. Her lips...
And Weiss kissed her.
And then Pyrrha kissed her back.
With a slight shove, Weiss pushed Pyrrha onto the bed and the two made out on the bed. It was amazing, incredible, everything Weiss had ever hoped, had ever dreamed of! Pyrrha's lips were so soft and she was such a wonderful kisser as her tongue forcefully explored the inside of Weiss's mouth. And Weiss was all too happy to let her.
Finally, they broke the kiss, the both of them gasping for air. Pyrrha giggled. "I-I told you I always get horny when I drink."
"Should have gotten you drunk at Beacon, then," was Weiss's sultry reply.
"You should've!" she gushed, and then she tackled her into another kiss. Clothes were coming off, though Weiss wasn't sure which ones and how. But her redheaded goddess, the woman of her dreams, was soon wholly revealed and exposed before her. Weiss wasn't sure when she'd gotten on top of the amazon, but she paused a second, drinking in the beauty before her.
Pyrrha struck a little pose. "I guess you've been waiting for this for a long time?" she asked, playfully.
"So long," she moaned, as she dove into Pyrrha's breasts. She kissed and licked and nipped and adored every inch of skin she could as her lips wrapped around her nipples, playfully grazing them with her teeth. Pyrrha gave a little yelp and a quick swat on Weiss's ass that brought her attention back to Pyrrha's gorgeous, gorgeous face.
"You told me... you'd make me less lonely. And then you squeezed my butt. So you've got to make things up to me!" she cheered.
"H-how?" Weiss asked, trying to suppress her obvious hunger.
But she could feel Pyrrha wiggling her legs, with obvious meaning. Weiss scooted to the bottom of the bed and set her eyes on the purest thing she'd ever seen. Pyrrha's pussy, wet and inviting and oh-so-perfect. She uttered a silent prayer of thanksgiving and then did her level best to make Pyrrha forget that she'd ever had a lover besides her.
"Oh!" It seemed like it was working. "Oh, oh, oh! Oh, Weiss, don't stop! D-don't stop!"
She had no intention of it, her tongue darting to Pyrrha's clit, teasing and toying with her button as she felt her walls start to tremble. Kissing, licking, sucking---Weiss had fantasized about this moment for years, and she deployed every trick in her arsenal to bring Pyrrha to climax.
"Oh gods, Weiss, oh, oh, OH!"
And she came! The taste was exquisite, and Weiss could have lived off of Pyrrha alone if she could. She looked up, eagerly, at the flushed face of her dream girl. "Did you like it?"
"I, oh, Weiss, that was... that was..."
She sensed something in Pyrrha was starting to waver, some sense of guilt and marital responsibility, the hooks that the enemy had in her. But Weiss wasn't going to allow it.
She quickly moved upon the other girl. "So," she purred, "how about you return the favor?" parting her own legs.
Pyrrha seemed to hesitate, but that hesitation was only for a moment. Weiss knew she was intrigued, but moreso, in her state, with arousal mixed with alcohol, her inhibitions were down, and the lure of infidelity was stronger than even her bridal vows. Haltingly, she lowered her face to Weiss's slit, her tongue slowly extending...
But Weiss, after so many years of waiting, had used up all her patience. Grabbing her by her lush, red hair, she pulled the girl into place, finally seeing the sight that had haunted her dreams, as her lap was full of lustrous crimson and she introduced the champion's dexterous tongue to the pleasures of lesbianism.
And Pyrrha took to it well! It was amazing to feel her uncertainty vanish as she took to pleasuring Weiss. This was how it was supposed to be! No Jaune, just two women who loved each other showering each other in that love! She was so much better for her than him! She would treat her like a Queen, like she deserved, she would never have a night alone, she would never feel the need to cheat!
"Oh, Pyrrha! I n-never should have let you marry him!" she pressed her legs together, trapping Pyrrha from responding. "I'm going to make love to you again and again and again until you've forgotten all about that silly boy! Just like it- a-always s-should have- should have- haaaapppeeEEEENED! OH YES!"
And with that, she gushed, coming all over Pyrrha's sweet face. But that was fine. She'd be very happy to clean her up.
And as she licked her taste off of Pyrrha's smiling face, she just knew, just knew that she had won.
Weiss slowly woke from her sleep. Had it all been a- no, no it hadn't been. She was in Pyrrha's bedroom, in her bed. It had happened. She had finally made love to Pyrrha Nikos!
She felt a surge of joy flutter in her heart, and she rolled over to give Pyrrha a quick peck. Except... Pyrrha was gone. She looked around, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. It was still dark, and she wasn't sure where Pyrrha had went. But then she heard her voice, faintly, coming from downstairs.
Weiss crept to the stairwell, where she could hear Pyrrha talking---she was on the phone.
"...sorry if I woke you, honey. I just... needed to hear your voice."
She should have felt guilt for this. For knowing that she'd driven a wedge in Pyrrha's marriage, that she'd made her beloved feel so guilty herself, but all she could feel was a surge of perverse joy, the satisfaction of victory. Go ahead, she thought, call Jaune. Hear his voice. Realize who you belong to. Who you truly deserve.
"Yeah, Weiss came by to visit... mhmm, yeah, she's um... she's spending the night..." she sure is "she's asleep... yeah," she laughed, "you were right."
Suddenly, Weiss's ears perked up. Right about what? She couldn't hear what Jaune was saying, but she didn't sound like she was struggling with the shame of infidelity. She sounded... happy.
"You... you're the best husband ever, you know that? The best." She gushed, and Weiss felt a pit of dread form in her stomach. "No, no, you are! What other husband would indulge my little fantasy? Oh, honey, it was so good, so good! It was everything I hoped and-"
No, no, no, no, no, this was not happening! Weiss felt the anger and shame boil inside her. This had not been- she had not been- some, some kind of fetish! But Pyrrha's words, her awful, awful words kept coming. "I'll tell you all about it when you get home, it was so amazing, and I'm so, so happy you're okay with this. I really am. You have no idea how much this meant for me. Tell Ruby that you're allowed to cheat on me, too!"
Weiss stifled a sob. Not with Ruby! Anyone but her! Jaune had stolen the love of her life and now he was poised to sleep with her best friend.
An oblivious Pyrrha kept twisting the knife. "No, honey, she's had a crush on you since Beacon! She's got it bad, too. Did you not notice she slipped out of the reception before we even got to the toasts? She totally wants to jump your- noooooo! Honey, stop being sweet and start being horny! I want you to get in her bed and- okay, okay," she laughed, the musical trill of a woman in love. In love with her husband. "You've got a long day tomorrow, I know. Good night, sweetie. I love you. And, and really: thank you. You're the best husband ever."
Weiss slumped against the door. She knew she had to go back to the bed, to pretend to be asleep. She couldn't bear the humiliation of facing Pyrrha while knowing that she'd not only failed to steal her from her husband, but that she'd only made their bond stronger. As she limped her way back, defeated, all she could think, the only thought on her mind, was how much she hated that this just turned her on more.
Ilia stumbled through the White Fang camp. Her Faunus senses and combat-trained reflexes suggested that she should have been easily able to pass through an active combat zone, or skip across the girders of a construction site, or dance through a minefield with almost no trouble, but here, in the camp, she seemed to almost be walking into a tent or a pole or somebody else every minute. This wasn't like her. Even a human could manage this, a dirty, useless, u-ugly human with his big, thick-
Ilia collided with another pole just in time to stop her from having another dirty thought.
Her forehead throbbed in pain, but she was grateful for it. It was a reminder that she had been having wrong and incorrect thoughts, the kind that diminished her standing in the White Fang, and if anyone learned about it, even the slightest hint of her human fetish, she'd be cast aside immediately.
And her Brothers and Sisters in the White Fang were all she had left, now. The stinging pain in her forehead was drowned in a wave of sadness as she remembered what she'd lost. Blake... She sighed. Blake had been the best thing in her life. She was funny and clever and passionate and beautiful and when Blake was around, Ilia didn't even think about humans, except as the vicious, cruel enemies they were. But then Blake left, abandoning Eve on a train car as she escaped to, of all places, Beacon.
She felt a surge of anger towards Eve. Stupid, stupid Eve! She was supposed to be their great, super-special "leader" and, yeah, Ilia used to think that Eve was the greatest leader the Fang had ever seen, but if she was so great, how come Blake left? If Ilia was Blake's girlfriend, she'd never take her for granted or get mad at her or do anything other than make her the happiest girl in the whole wide world and she'd still be here. She'd be snuggling with her Blakey right now instead of stumbling through a camp like she was- whoa!
She'd smashed right into something soft that her face just sank right into. A black coat. Covering the most generous chest in the White Fang. Looking up, she realized she recognized that red hair. "Oh, hi Eve," she said, embarrassed, "I was just-"
"Stumbling around the camp like a drunken, pathetic human?" she sneered, "I saw."
"Hey, I-"
"We don't have time for this. I need to speak with you, on an urgent and private matter."
She paled at that. Literally, turning an impossibly white color before she realized she ought to get her skin in check. As Eve marched her over to her private tent, Ilia reflected on what it might be. Eve Taurus handled big picture items, and Ilia wasn't really needed for consultation on those. So it must be a mission---but what kind of mission wouldn't involve the rest of the executive leadership? Unless... Was Eve about to ask her who had her loyalties? After she'd just lost her sense of place getting so mad at her for losing Blake...
Ilia was very worried about where this might be going.
But in the tent, which, Ilia was surprised to discover, was surprisingly austere for someone of Eve's rank, she was brought over to a desk where Eve produced a picture and handed it to her.
It was a human. A fairly... ordinary human. Blond and- and g-good looking, and apparently r-rather muscular a-and Ilia needed to clamp her thighs together right now and do everything in her power not to turn her whole body firetruck red as she memorized every inch of the photo.
"Do you know who that is?" Eve asked, darkly.
"I- I do not. Is he an enemy?"
Eve snorted. "Yes. The worst enemy I've ever come across. The most awful, filthy, depraved human creature I have ever seen. And I want you to kill him, Ilia."
"W-what!" she cried out, "Was this, was this authorized? Is he SDC? Or Military? Or-"
"He's Blake's new boyfriend," Eve replied, saying the word like it was a curse.
And it was, really. A curse. Not just in the sense of profanity, but in terms of an invocation, a work of dark magic that hexed Ilia into a humiliating position. Because she could imagine this blond Adonis and her perfect Blake together and... and... oh there was just so much...
Eve, fortunately, hadn't seemed to notice Ilia's distraction. "It wasn't enough to abandon me, to abandon the Cause. She had to make a mockery of everything she used to believe. They've twisted her, Ilia," yes, yes, twisted her, ohhh yessssss, "got their hooks and her and turned her into everything she's not. She's friends," Eve slammed her fist on the desk, "with a Schnee! And now, she- she- she takes another lover!"
Lust was banished as fear took center stage and Ilia quailed as Eve looked on her in a terrible fury. "This human she's taken, what could he possibly do for her a Faunus couldn't! She humiliates herself, her family, her people every time she mates with this, this filthy human! When she subjects herself to his beastly depravities, when he treats her like an animal... "
Well, it seemed lust couldn't be pushed back for long, because Eve's words were really not helping! Ilia tried to distract herself, to focus on the mission, to plan how she'd start following him about Beacon, identifying his patterns of behavior, like what time he spent with Blake and how often and what they were doing and if she could watch while- No! She had to be angry! Angry because this stupid human was with her Blake! That Blake, her strong, proud, independent Blake was now wrapped around this human's finger because he was just too manly and virile for her little kitty mind to handle and unnnngh.
She could feel something wet running down her legs and for once, she was glad Eve was ranting. But that meant she was back to paying attention to the rant. Eve, it seemed, had more photos of this human, a lot of photos. A lot more photos than Ilia thought they needed. "He is weak and does not belong at Beacon. He will be an easy target for you to take out. The only t-threat," and suddenly, Eve seemed to stammer a little, "is if he does to you what he did to Blake."
Ilia's eyes lit up in alarm. "W-what did he do to Blake?"
"I..." it looked as if Eve was... was blushing! "I don't know. But h-how else could a d-dirty human t-turn Blake into h-his personal pet if h-he wasn't..." she trailed off.
But Ilia completed the thought. "If he wasn't able to b-break Faunus girls to his will."
Eve's face was almost as red as her hair now. "Y-yeah. He'd have to be able to do something to her to make her turn her back on us."
"Humans," Ilia tried to snort with disgust, but it came out more like a moan, "thinking they can treat us like p-pets!"
"I h-hate humans!" Eve cried, though struggling with the word. "I hate them s-so much!"
"Yeah," panted Ilia, "I hate how they t-think we're just weak little animal girls, like w-we're just pets, they c-can collar 'n leash 'n make us all c-cute..."
"I d-don't want any h-humans to think they can dominate me, l-like a cow," Eve moaned, "j-jus' because they can milk me 'n use me like I'm l-livestock."
Oh, gods Ilia wanted to see a human try and milk Eve. To try and treat a Faunus as fierce as Leader Taurus like she was just a milk cow. He'd have to be an exceptionally strong, dominant human, like the sort who turned Blake into his sweet little pet. He wouldn't have a chance unless he bent Eve over, her strength suddenly disappearing as he laid his strong, manly hands upon her voluptuous body and she submitted to his natural superiority.
"T-they think they're better than us j-just because they can t-turn us into their obedient little a-animal girls." Eve's left hand was now stroking herself between her legs, as her right started to paw at her breasts. "B-because humans are just so strong and we're just so silly and weak!"
Ilia couldn't hold back anymore as she pushed Eve to the bed. "Just like this, " she moaned as she ripped open Eve's shirt, exposing her bra with two very pronounced wet spots soaked right through the fabric. "He'd see your big, milky tits and know that you're not a person, just a dumb farm animal."
"I am!" a desperate Eve whined, "I can't help it because I am!"
"And then he'd, ugh, he'd strip you bare and he'd- he'd milk you!" Ilia snapped the bra off, revealing those giant, gorgeous tits, milk beading on the nipples. How could Blake have given this up? Every night, a saucer of fresh milk for kitty to lick up. But that was why, wasn't it? Eve treated Blake like an equal, because that's what they were. Blake needed someone, that strong, blond man she'd seen in the photos, who knew that she wasn't an equal. She was just a little pet kitty slut, and needed to be treated like one.
And it seemed Eve realized it as well as she moaned, "I'm just a horny cow girl who needs to be milked and fucked by a big, strong human! I just- I jus'- M-MOOOO!"
Suckling at Eve's teat, the sweet, warm milk splashing in her mouth and dribbling down her face, Ilia moaned as she thought of how easily this man would foil their plot against them. He would because he was their better, their natural superior. He'd capture them and make them watch as he degraded their precious, perfect princess in front of them. Blake would lecture them on their foolishness in resisting the natural order just before he fucked her and Eve and Ilia would have their stupid Faunus hopes crushed by the might of a human cock!
"And you, uhn, you need it too, Ilia!" Eve commanded.
Ilia looked up from Eve's heavenly bosom. "Yessss, leader," she sighed in dismay, "I wasn't good enough for Blake because I thought I was above my station. I thought I could be enough for her when I was only a useless Faunus girl who could never satisfy her!"
Eve looked at her with a wild gaze. "And what is your station!"
"On my knees, sucking human cock!" she rejoiced.
"Which human's!" she thundered.
"HIS!" she cried, throwing her arm out to point at the photos of their future blond Master. He would collar them and brand them and put them in their place like the silly Faunus sluts they were! Just like Blake! And she'd be with Blake again! They'd serve their Owner together!
At that thought, Ilia came, moaning lewdly as she suckled more milk from Eve's generous bosom. But they weren't done. Not by a long shot. As Eve and Ilia passionately fucked again and again, on every available surface, Ilia knew, before she succumbed to exhaustion, that this was all just a warm-up for how they'd serve their Master in Vale.
A while later, she came to. She was on the bed, fully dressed---though, at least, she hadn't remembered un-dressing---with an embarrassing memory very vividly clear in her head. Had she really just-
She heard a grunt and looked over to where Leader Taurus was looking across a couple different documents. She didn't seem to acknowledge that Ilia was now awake.
"Um... hey..." she said, weakly.
Eve turned around, a faint blush on her face. "So you're awake," she said, dryly.
"Yeah..."
Eve looked away, which was fortunate, because Ilia felt mortified every time she looked at her. "We... may have said and done some things that may have been born out of... thoughts that weren't how we really... feel."
She nodded at that. Of course they didn't- those things weren't what she wanted at all!
"Nevertheless," and she went back to shuffling papers, "I am still... sending you to Vale. To see what the situation is with our former Sister, Blake. And..." Ilia could practically feel the embarrassment that was thick in her voice, "I think... I will come with you. To supervise the operation."
"And what am I to d-do with the h-human," she asked, weakly.
She could hear Eve swallow hard before she spoke. "I will... leave it to the... discretion of the team... when it's time to decide."
"So we'll decide then."
"We'll decide then."
She got up off the bed, surprised that her legs still felt wobbly. "Good," she said, but wasn't sure what she meant by that. But she didn't have time to think about that. She had to prepare, had to get ready to go to Vale... and to, maybe, find a place she could buy a leash and collar. Just in case.
Just in case.
There was one absolutely ironclad rule Jaune had learned while at Beacon: Never let anyone know you're good at something.
The rest of the students at Beacon were incredible fighters. Astounding, next level talents at using weapons, aura, or just taking a punch. They so far outclassed him, he sometimes doubted he'd ever catch up. And yet... he knew that their level of specialization meant they had some proportionate limitations elsewhere. And once they learned somebody knew how to sew, well, Jaune was immediately contacted any time a piece of clothing needed to be mended. Yang, Nora, Fox, Ruby, Coco, even Weiss forgot her animosity towards him when she had a torn dress. When the grapevine learned of a talent, they immediately seized upon it and never let go. He had attempted to impart this rule on to Pyrrha, but she, being perhaps the most specialized fighter at the school, didn't realize how important it was. And so, when she learned of one of Jaune's skills, she told Nora. Who told everyone. And then told everyone again.
Which led to the point where he was now.
Oh, yes, the secret that Pyrrha couldn't keep under wraps: Jaune knew how to give massages.
Actual massages, not just a shoulder rub or some kneading, Jaune was nearly good enough to get his masseur's license as is, if he really wanted to pursue it, and when he offered Pyrrha a massage in return for a long day of training, he had been very excited for her to go from politely humoring him, to being absolutely amazed at his ability. She was gushing about it to him all the way back to the dorms, and Jaune realized that if he didn't do something, soon everyone would want a massage from him.
Well, he did do something. But it didn't work. So now, Nora was thrusting a schedule in his face that had basically booked him all the way up to the end of the school year.
"What- what is this?" he asked, as though he didn't already know.
"I've been taking reservations," Nora helpfully replied. "The buzz is huge, by the way, especially because Pyrrha's recommending you."
"She what?" he whirled on his partner.
Pyrrha looked up apologetically. "I- well, when people ask, I'm not," she blushed, "I'm not going to lie. You give a superb massage, Jaune. It was..." her eyes closed as she took a deep breath and drawled, "amazing..."
"And I've turned it into a business!" Nora cheered. "And business is booming, so get ready, you've got four sessions with Team RWBY tomorrow."
"B-but I'm not licensed!" he protested.
But Nora just grinned. "The law in Vale recognizes that Beacon Academy can appoint a masseur to practice with or without a license. And in exchange for a bimonthly massage, Ms. Goodwitch agreed to get your approval signed off."
"Wait- W-with Goodwitch?" The thought of having his hands all over the attractive teacher's back was... terrifying. Even the slightest sign of anything less than absolute, neutral professionalism and expulsion would be the least of his fears. And then he realized the rest of what Nora had said. "Twice a month?"
"What?" She looked shocked, "That's what bimonthly means?"
Jaune gave her an incredulous look. "What did you think it meant!"
"I thought it was because she liked girls and guys!"
He was about to ask a followup question, but, once again, the sheer futility of trying to decipher Nora Logic silenced his efforts. "Alright," he groaned, "I'll do it." Nora cheered, until he sent her a withering glare. "But I'm telling you, I better see something in return for becoming the staff masseur for Beacon!"
Well.
This had been... an experience. Partly frustrating, partly mortifying, some moments being intensely erotic... which had been even more mortifying than the mortifying parts.
Ruby, at least, had been normal about it. She'd received a massage, she thanked him for the massage, she'd given him a puffy "100%!" sticker, which, he had to admit, had been very cute. But then it was Yang's turn. And he was expecting Yang to be trouble, but as Yang's flirtatious innuendos dissolved into honest, grateful moans, it took every last ounce of his self control to not get turned on. But he punched through it, thinking that running his hands all over Yang's naked back would be the worst of it, but then Weiss had proven to be the dark horse of eroticism. She had come in, stiff and awkward, but as his fingers worked out the kinks in her muscles and relaxed her, then came the tiny, little squeaks she made, the obvious struggle not to show how much she was enjoying his touch. And when he was done, she had looked at him like...
Seriously, had none of these girls ever had a massage before? Hell, had they never had physical human contact? He took pride in his skills, but dust, this wasn't normal! Jaune did not believe that he was that good, that anyone was that good, that "give Weiss Schnee a religious experience" good, but he was really starting to suspect that either all of his friends had deeply deprived life experiences, or his hands were literally magic.
Well, only one last "customer" for the day (he forgot to ask if Nora was charging for this---she probably was, though he'd probably never see a cut of the profits unless he asked), and, hopefully, she'd be more like Ruby and not like... that. But it was Blake. Quiet, sensible Blake, who had her pervy side, but also knew how to conceal her feelings better than anyone.
And, fortunately, that seemed to be the Blake he was getting. Didn't even want to make polite small talk, she just hopped up on the table and let him get to work on massaging her back. And as he worked on her shoulders, it felt like she really needed this. Really, though, Jaune shouldn't have been surprised. Not only did she have the mental, physical, and emotional stresses of being a Huntress-in-training, she also had the burdens associated with the White Fang. The hardships of being a secret Faunus at Beacon. Blake shouldered a lot just by being here.
He felt a wave of compassion for his friend as he worked out the kinks in her lower back. Though she was as quiet as always, he could feel her relaxing under his touch, her tensions melting away. But he was so preoccupied with giving her a good massage, he'd almost missed it when she suddenly spoke up.
"... lower. "
Jaune wasn't sure he heard her right. That tone of voice wasn't... it wasn't Blake! "I'm... sorry?"
He could almost feel her blush. "J-just a little lower."
"Oh. Ok!" he moved a little further down on the small of her back. She didn't seem to have any particular-
"N-no," she interrupted him. "Lower."
He was about to go lower, except... that wouldn't be a back massage anymore. "Blake, um... that's your-"
"Yes!" And then she corrected her tone, "I- I mean, please, Jaune," she whined, "Please."
Did he- did he dare? Beneath those skintight yoga pants, was the famed... and all he had to do was... and she was literally begging him...
But Jaune's rapidly overheating brain was interrupted by a sensuous moan. It seemed that while Jaune's mind was shutting down, his hands took initiative. Grabbing two fistfuls of Blake's plump ass, he kneaded and squeezed as she started to squeak in pleasure. "Y-yes, r-right there," she gasped.
And though Jaune's hands were still working on autopilot, his mind started to kick in, remembering how inappropriate this was... for like, five seconds before he realized he was much more concerned with the way her clothing stood in the way of what he really wanted. He hooked his fingers around the waistband of her pants and her panties, and pulled.
"Oh, yesyesyes," Blake hissed as he revealed her creamy full moon, gloriously pale and perfectly rounded, as he worshiped it, the Bellabooty itself, with his eyes.
He grabbed and pulled and squeezed as Blake encouraged him to do more. And, well, another voice from below was encouraging him to do a whole lot more. He lowered his face to her butt, drinking in the curve as he got closer and closer, and then he kissed her perfect ass. A long, sloppy kiss that ended as he dragged his tongue up her cheek.
"Jaune, I- oh, please, please Jaune," Blake begged, "I wanna make you feel good. Use me, use my body, and, oh, please Jaune, I need it!"
Yes. Yes, he needed it too. He undid his pants and pulled out his cock, harder than he thought he'd ever seen it before. Needing no instruction, he sandwiched his dick between her heavenly buns, Blake literally purring as he squeezed her cheeks together around his dick. Rocking back and forth, sliding his dick between her cheeks, he couldn't imagine anything more pleasurable until she kept talking. "It feels so good, so good! Please, please, cum on my ass, Jaune, treat your kitty like your cumrag and use me!"
He couldn't hold back. Blake's sudden descent into outright whorishness was just too much as he pulled his dick from where it was nestled and held it as he spurted on her backside. Blake stretched, luxuriating in the feeling of being coated in his lust, and, for the first time since she'd lain down for her massage, turned to look at him. Her amber eyes glittered with mischievous intent. "Mmmm," she sighed, "Pyrrha made a big mistake letting us know about your magic hands."
"It's, uh..." he gave an awkward laugh, "just a massage?"
"Really? A massage so good I needed to feel your cock inside me?" she, dirty tease that she was, said. But then she closed her eyes, as if she was imagining it, and when she opened them again, she really didn't seem to be teasing anymore. "Jaune..." she said, lustily, "I want more..."
He had already come, but seeing her wiggle her pure white rump invitingly, showing how it was marked with his pearly cum, quickly brought Jaune's cock back to attention.
Blake giggled as she put her head back down and stuck her ass right up for his enjoyment. "Fuck my ass, Jaune!" she commanded.
A command he was happy to obey. Slathering his cock in body oil, he felt it reach full hardness, eager for this once-in-a-lifetime chance. He stuck his cockhead right against her little puckered rosebud, but before his mind even had the chance to hesitate, libido took charge and pushed forward, his lubricated cock sliding in as Blake's moans got higher and higher as he slid his full length into her.
"Gods you're tight!" he groaned.
"Do you like it?" she asked, eagerly, "Because I love it, Jaune! I love your dick!"
"Dust, you love taking it up the ass!"
"Y-yes!" Blake babbled, "I l-love it! I love you! I'm your little butt slut! Your personal anal pet! Just keep fucking meeeee!"
He complied. What else could he do? As Blake kept squealing out the dirtiest promises and professions of love, he thrust into her, again and again, marveling at how tight her ass was.
And finally, he came, flooding her bowels with his seed, the force of which drove Blake over the edge, the cat Faunus screeching as her anal orgasm seemed to nearly tear her mind in half. She jerked and squealed and finally slumped forward. Jaune withdrew his softening dick from her, hardly believing that this had happened, much less that it had happened over a massage!
"Mmmmmm..." she moaned, "Oh, Jaune," and she said his name in a voice so lusty and aroused that Jaune couldn't pay attention to anything else, "You wouldn't mind using your hands and... petting your kitty a little longer, would you? Please?"
Well, if she asked so nicely...
That bitch!
That absolute cat-in-heat bitch!
They'd all kept it together. She had kept it together. Yang had kept it together. Ruby had- Ruby didn't seem to be aware of what was going down here, but that was just Ruby being Ruby. But they'd all kept it together!
No, Weiss fumed, it was an outrage. Blake couldn't keep it in her pants and now, what, were they dating? Would Jaune not be doing massages anymore? Had she just squandered everyone's opportunity to enjoy Jaune's absolutely miraculous touch?
If she had known that Blake couldn't go five minutes without screwing someone, she'd have jumped Jaune right then and there instead of maintaining her decorum and walking out of the room. This was her reward for making sure that Blake, her treacherous false-friend, got her turn.
Well, Weiss wasn't one to give up, not easily, not ever. She'd been his preference from the beginning, and just because Blake was the first, well, wouldn't he much rather hear everything Blake said in Weiss's voice? If his pure, pristine Snow Angel was the one promising to fulfill his dirtiest desires?
Oh yes, Weiss smiled, Blake may have the advantage now, but when all was said and done, Jaune, and those magical hands, would be hers.
Jaune had long since learned that he should never assume that there were things Pyrrha wasn't good at, but as he took his second sock off and sat back down in his chair, he realized that he sure as hell shouldn't have assumed she was bad at poker.
She just smiled, keeping her eyes appropriately low to not look at his bare chest, as he tossed his sock to where its mate was on the pile that included his hoodie, his shirt, his gloves, his armor, his shoes, everything he had to wear but his belt, his pants, and his boxers. Pyrrha, on the other hand, merely had her tiara laying next to her on the table. Like she hadn't lost it, like it just felt uncomfortable, so she'd taken it off.
Dammit all, when he'd jokingly suggested strip poker, he hadn't expected he'd be losing so badly. He hadn't expected he'd be playing at all! Pyrrha had not-really declined, and so he didn't not say it wasn't a joke, and then it was kind of a challenge and Pyrrha seemed to be really up for it, because, he guessed, she wasn't the sort to ever back down from a challenge. And Jaune couldn't back down because he'd challenged her and also, well...
Was it really so bad that he wanted to see her naked?
He wasn't trying to perv on her! Nothing at all like that! Just... well, it was out in the open and it was a possibility, what with them playing strip poker, and well... it was just that, well, he wasn't blind. His partner was super hot, like, insanely out of his league hot, a detail that he never really overlooked, but when she was also insanely out of his league talent-wise and fame-wise and career-wise and also just a so much better person than he was, those things all ganged up to make it clear he wasn't even supposed to be looking at her. Even noticing that the woman who was giving so much of her time for his benefit, much less the fact that she was also the woman who slept in literally the bed right next to his, was insanely hot felt incredibly taboo.
It just felt like an unnecessary cruelty from the Brothers, you know?
So he did everything he could to tell himself not to even think of Pyrrha in terms of attractiveness or dating or anything like that. Because there was one thing he knew very damn well was that Pyrrha was the one thing that stood between him and failing and, probably, also dying. So he was not going to be the idiot who ruined it all by even thinking about glancing at her body. Even though, so many times, he'd woken up in the middle of the night to find Pyrrha basking in the light of the shattered moon, freed from her blankets and-
Nope, focus. Focus focus focus.
Focus.
Jaune sighed. He'd thought he would, for once, have the edge here. Poker was a contest where her talents wouldn't come in handy---strength, reflexes, hand-eye coordination, aura control, none of that should make a real difference here. All that mattered was knowing some probabilities and being able to read your opponent, and he could-
He could-
And it clicked. No wonder he was losing! He was so preoccupied with never getting caught staring that he'd trained himself to never really look at Pyrrha. So he wasn't reading her, he was practically playing cards against a machine. His eyes narrowed, he focused on Pyrrha's face---damn, she was fine!---but those eyes, those lips, those little movements of her expressions... that was where he'd get her.
Pyrrha dealt. He watched her like a hawk as she shuffled the cards---she was quite good at it, and the way the cards flew between her hands had been a good distraction in previous rounds. Not this time. She blushed, and he realized she had just noticed the intensity of his gaze upon her.
Jaune briefly felt guilty for this. Pyrrha lived her whole life under scrutiny, and having a fun card game with her partner and friend should have been a place where she didn't feel someone, least of all Jaune, staring a hole through her. But this was a contest, and, he figured, she'd understand what that meant. One of them had to win. And victory didn't mean anything unless you had to fight for it.
He glanced at his hand. Pair of sevens, nothing else of note. Not great, but he didn't show it. For once, this was his arena---Pyrrha was a forthrightly honest woman who hid nothing from her partner, but Jaune was the guy who forged his way into Beacon, and Pyrrha hadn't caught on to the fact that he didn't belong here until he told her. He decided to call, one article of clothing. Pyrrha did as well.
But this time, he watched her carefully, eyes focused on her face like nothing else in the world mattered but her. And so he caught it, the slight twinge of her lips---lips he really, really shouldn't be staring at so closely---that told her that her hand was bad. Worse than his.
He smiled. Maybe it'd be worth seeing if he could get lucky here. He kept the sevens, burnt the rest and, well, wouldn't you know it: three of a kind. "I raise," he added, "Let's say two articles of clothing, hm?"
Pyrrha startled at that. Her eyes darted across his face, trying to spot a bluff, but this time, he wasn't bluffing. "I-I call," she replied nervously. This, he could read easily enough on her face. She didn't want to seem like she was getting conservative now that she knew she had him on the ropes---and, he idly thought, if he did lose this hand, he'd be down to his boxers. Pyrrha seemed awfully eager to see him get knocked out of the game. She certainly was competitive. Well, partner o'mine, he thought, with some unearned confidence, think you're about to see that ol' Jaune Arc doesn't go down without a fight.
She played her hand. Nothing. Jaune smiled as lay down his three sevens. She smiled, politely, but Jaune could tell: she had noticed that this hand had gone down differently. Not just that he'd won. But that he was playing to win. As she unclasped her bracers, he followed her expression, and, now that he was looking, it was clear to him that his partner was an open book. The thrill of the contest, the excitement of a challenge, all added up to one thing: she was getting into this.
Jaune mixed another pair of gin and tonics for the both of them---contraband, courtesy of Ms. Nora Valkyrie and confiscated by himself, to protect all of Beacon from the unstoppable horror that he knew drunk Nora would surely be. And, well, he couldn't exactly hand it over to the school authorities, so he'd volunteered himself and Pyrrha to destroy it. As he passed Pyrrha her glass he shot her a self satisfied smile.
"Don't get cocky," she teased, "I've seen Crocea Mors, but right now, I'm only one hand away from seeing the other family sword."
Was- was Pyrrha... flirting with him?
No.
No!
Of course not! Strategy. Retaliation. She was throwing him off his game.
Jaune hunkered down in his seat. He'd had a good hand, but as he dealt, he figured, there was as much luck as skill in that one. Time to see if he could keep it up.
It was an eye twitch, this time, something that told her that her hand was amazing. He, comparatively, had crap. So he folded, losing his belt, but nothing else. He sipped his gin, watching as Pyrrha's eyes seemed to laugh at him, eagerly knowing that he was only two items away from nudity---from defeat. He didn't have time to focus on that. He had a game to win.
In no time at all, though, Jaune's skill proved enough to turn the game around. Pyrrha's armor came off, then her boots, then her gloves---oooh, did she enjoy slowly and sensuously taking those gloves off seeming to have picked up the way Jaune's eyes were just drawn to them---then the sash, and then, with a straight besting her two pair, Pyrrha... took her shirt off.
Black. And lacy. And honestly bigger than he'd thought they'd look. He knew he was blushing, that he was totally giving away his composure, and Pyrrha could see it. The teasing minx seemed to have figured out her new asset in the game (why did you have to use that word Jaune cursed his idiot brain); she was all too happy to lean back in her chair and thrust her gorgeous pair of queens out to make Jaune struggle to keep his eyes on her tells.
But it wasn't enough. Arc pride was on the line now, and Jaune wasn't about to go down to as simple and crass a tactic as shoving boobs in his face. And a set of two pair, aces high he tricked her into thinking was nothing was even more effective.
He smirked at her. Time for the skirt, leaving her in just her underwear---2 items left, so, tied, and yet, he felt like his jeans counted a lot more-
What.
Jaune paled as Pyrrha reached to the front of her bra and unclasped it. She was wearing a- a- he couldn't really think about that as Pyrrha Nikos, the Invincible Girl, the model, the most desirable girl at Beacon's naked tits were revealed to him in all their glory.
Eyes shot down in a panic. A terrified panic. But he'd gotten an eyeful, he'd gotten much more than an eyeful!, already. He was pretty sure he'd burned that memory to his mind's permanent storage. How- how could he do anymore, how could he look his partner in the eye again after-
"Do you... want to stop?"
Her voice, though, her sweet, soft voice only carried a note of concern. She was worried for him, that he felt uncomfortable with her actions. Even after all this, even at this stage... she still wanted to play.
So Jaune took a moment, took a breath, and spoke. "Let's keep going; I... haven't won yet," he smirked.
"Oh, don't get cocky," Pyrrha chuckled, "or do, it'll make it so much more fun when I see it."
They dealt. A pair of sevens, Jaune noted with a wry chuckle. He looked over to Pyrrha, except... well, how fucking could he? He couldn't see her eyes or her lips or anything other than those perfect, heavenly globes, practically floating on her chest. Two pink nipples, proudly jutting forward, everything about them practically screaming, "Play with me!"
She- she had to know what she was doing. What she was making him think!
And yet... he couldn't see her eyes. Couldn't see her face. But he could tell, from the graceful rise and fall, he could see how she was breathing. Could tell her nervousness. Could read her hand. She knew it was all riding on this. "I raise."
"I c-call," she answered, her voice giddy with the tension.
But he wasn't tense. He knew. He knew she had nothing.
And he played his sevens. And she played her sixes. And they both stared at the cards for a little while. And then Jaune looked up, smugly, his eyes somehow managing to go north of her bosom and look into her astounded, exhilarated, and some emotion Jaune really couldn't place, that had been bugging him all night, face.
"You won."
"Yep."
"You beat me."
"That's what winning usually means," he chuckled.
She stood up, slipping out of her skirt and panties in one, wriggling motion, and then Jaune realized.
Standing before him.
In all her glory.
Was a naked.
Pyrrha.
Fucking.
Nikos.
And then it dawned on him what that last expression was. That eagerness he'd noticed all night. She hadn't wanted to win...
She'd wanted to lose.
She had flirted with him. She had consented to playing strip poker. She was wearing lacy underwear and a front-clasping bra.
And her sex, now revealed to him in all her glory, was very. clearly. wet.
Jaune's mouth went dry. His brain shut down. He looked up at her, helpless before her majesty, and she knew it. "I think," her voice was a hot, breathy whisper, "you deserve a reward for defeating the Invincible Girl..." as she slowly crawled across the table towards him.
"I-" words failed him, bashfulness stepped in, "I don't think I... did that..."
"Oh but you did," she cooed, now practically upon him, chest thrust into his face, "you conquered the unconquerable, now, how about you take your prize..."
And now she was really upon him and she was slipping his jeans off and "the family sword" was revealed. Pyrrha gasped, and then looked up at him in wonder. "Is this for me?" she asked, sweetly.
"Y-yeah," was all he could reply.
"Oh, Jaune, you shouldn't have," was all she said before she wrapped those perfect lips, those lips he'd been staring at all night, around his cock. "Mmmmm," she moaned as she sucked, "I did," she said in between her blowjob, "everything I could, mmm," *pop* "to make you notice me."
Jaune wasn't processing this. Well, he was very much processing the blowjob, Pyrrha was demonstrating that she was very very good at it, but her words were just too much for his much-overheated brain. "Literally had my tits out, mmmmm, and still you weren't, ulghk!, getting it."
She... yeah, she literally presented her naked chest to him and he was preoccupied with... winning a card game.
He was an idiot.
He grabbed Pyrrha, who protested as he interrupted her oral ministrations, but he had to talk to her. "Pyrrha," he practically gasped, "I've been a complete idiot! I- how long has this been?"
"No, you haven't been-" she tried to soothe him, but Jaune knew it was the truth and, really, so did she. "Since... the Emerald Forest," she replied.
"Oh."
"Yeah," she gave a small laugh, "I'd started to think that you would never-hmffff!"
He didn't wait a second longer as he pulled her into a deep kiss. She was surprised, but only for a second, as she kissed him back. Jaune might have critically misread every signal she'd been giving him for as long as she'd known her, but right now, he could definitely, definitely, tell, that she was very happy with how this game had turned out.
Jaune was slowly starting to realize that he had made a mistake.
He barely caught a White Fang sword with his shield, feeling the blow resound all the way down his arm. With his sword gripped tightly, he attempted to return the blow, but his swing was still too clumsy to do more than force his opponent backwards. He wasn't the total weakling he was when he first came to Beacon, but as he watched Ruby rocket around the room, or Yang simultaneously dueling four combatants, he realized that he was quite a bit out of his league here. Learning one-on-one combat techniques did not at all prepare him for an actual fight.
Another swing, his shield arm still numb and too slow to react, his eyes tracking the blade as he swooped towards him. And then... it stopped. It resounded off a glyph in the air as his opponent was suddenly put on the back foot as a rapier flashed and sent the White Fang fighter toppling backwards.
"I told you!" his savior huffed, "That you shouldn't have come along!"
Jaune felt suitably chastened by the intense disapproval in her voice. Weiss wasn't wrong: he absolutely had no place in this fight, and he should have known what to expect with tagging along with RWBY on an investigation.
But even with him being dead weight, he noticed that RWBY had nearly finished dispatching the White Fang fighters, and they were clearly in retreat. But being the only one not engaged in a duel meant he was the only one seeing Roman Torchwick trying to make his break.
Well, he might be a terrible fighter, and he might be well out of his depth, but Roman wasn't looking and Jaune wasn't above a sucker punch. He quickly raced after the master thief, sword ready, and then-
The cane, lashing out faster than he could think, caught him square in the throat. Jaune staggered backwards, choking, as Roman glanced behind him with a smug look.
"I admit, I actually feel bad about that one, Red," he called to Ruby, "Would have let the kid be, but... he had to try and charge me..."
Jaune coughed and tumbled face down, his whole body screaming as he struggled to breath. He swore he heard either Weiss or Blake make a noise of disappointment, and his cheeks burned with shame. But looking up he saw that Roman had produced a bundle of grenades he was holding behind his back.
"Farewell, my dears!" he said, throwing the grenades, but Jaune knew from Nora what he was doing---he had cooked the grenades so they'd blow up in midair, to blind the girls!
Jaune would have shouted a warning, but with his throat messed up, it was too late as he looked away and the grenades went BOOM.
It took a few seconds for his ears to stop ringing, but he was used to it, also thanks to Nora. He could even tell from the crackle that it had mostly be lightning dust, which, he knew, would leave the girls fairly stunned, but hopefully unhurt!
As he staggered back to his feet, finding he could breathe again, he turned to see if RWBY needed help. They were lying on the ground, half-propped up, which let him breathe a sigh of relief that they probably weren't too badly hurt, but not moving more than a little, like they were dazed. Definitely the effects of lightning dust, he cursed.
"Are- are you alright?" he asked, throat still pained, but far more concerned with whether there was or wasn't any serious damage from such a high yield dust discharge. He really, really wished he'd paid more attention to Weiss's lectures about dust safety right now.
"Yeah..." Ruby replied, her voice unfocused and empty, "I feel... good..."
"I'm okay, daddy," Weiss answered softly, with a sudden, muted giggle, "feel... safe..."
"What?" he said, shocked. "Daddy? "
But, Jaune realized, he probably had to be careful about what he said with the girls so clearly under the effects of... something, because he was suddenly hearing the other girls respond, "Daddy..." in a chorus of giggles and pleasant sighs.
He tried to salvage things. "N-no, not, uh, daddy, i-it's me, Jaune!"
"Mmmmm, yes, daddy Jaune," Ruby said sleepily, leaning her head against Weiss's shoulders.
He needed to find a better way to correct this, but then Jaune heard something that made his heart stop. "Ohhhh, daddy," Blake moaned, and Jaune, to his immediate horror, watched as his hands slowly stroked up and down her thighs, getting closer and closer to-
"N-no! Y-you can't!" he sputtered, as he realized that now Yang was starting to rub herself through her shorts. Even Ruby and Weiss, though they were, thank the gods, not... touching themselves, were nuzzling their heads against each other, giving soft moans. And everyone was murmuring about him. He had to do something; he had to do something right now. But what?
Inspiration struck. "Ok girls," he said as calmly as he could, "you can't... do that. You can't, um, touch yourselves. You can be good girls, right? Good girls for," he swallowed, hard, "daddy?"
For a second, the girls looked torn. But then it seemed to get through. "Yea..." Yang sighed, "g-good for daddy."
"Good girls," Blake added.
"So good," Ruby sighed.
"For daddy," Weiss giggled.
And Jaune had a very clear sense that he'd done something really stupid.
Roman Torchwick had gotten away. So had the White Fang fighters. And they had to spend the night in the infirmary to get checked out for "dust-enduced neuro-cognitive disruption effects." That last one made Blake particularly uncomfortable, and it wasn't just the ringing headache she had when she'd come to. She didn't remember a damn thing after the grenades went off, and from the sound of things from the infirmary, they were totally out of it. She was, she had to admit, extremely thankful for Jaune being there...
But the thought of Jaune taking care of her and her team while they were dazed and just so weak and helpless, just the thought of him being strong and protective... and that led to her real problem:
Blake was horny as hell.
So horny, so gods-damned horny that she could already feel herself soaking through yet another pair of panties. And she was horny for Jaune. She thought about seeking out Sun for some relief, but the thought of being intimate with Sun just felt... off. He was still cute and all, it's just that he wasn't... Jaune. Wasn't warm and safe and big and strong and making her feel like none of the scary things in the world could get her...
She realized she was starting to rub herself and felt a pang of guilt. Which was insane, she was a full grown woman! Alone, in her own room! She could masturbate if she wanted to! But ever since the dust incident... she had this compulsion that touching herself was something bad girls did. And she was a good girl. A good girl for Jaune...
She shuddered. Yeah, she'd idly considered giving Jaune a roll in the hay a few times, he was fit and cute and a really nice guy, but ever since he kept them all safe while they were so vulnerable, it felt like she'd had a revelation with him. And she wasn't the only one.
Yep, she knew her teammates were going through something similar. Maybe not about Jaune, though, for some odd reason, she had a feeling that they ought to, after he'd saved them and all, but they were definitely just as horny as she was. She could smell it. The room was suffused with the scent of female arousal. Her Faunus senses let her know all of their scents, and each and every one of their beds were pungent with the scent of their dripping pussies. And the laundry basket...
Blake realized she was standing right above it. She was horny, she was so horny, and she was standing right in front of the basket that was reeking of sex. Her teammates had, obviously embarrassed, hidden their soaked panties underneath other clothes, but that did nothing to hide the scent. Not from Blake. As she hungrily dug through the dirty clothes, she snatched up a pair of white underthings and held it under her nose.
It was Weiss's. The thought of her most reserved teammate getting as wet and squirmy as she was right now powerfully inflamed Blake's desire. She grabbed another, the cartoon strawberries making it clear whose it was, as she inhaled, deeply. And she had heard Yang being bad last night, touching herself like a naughty girl. They were all such naughty girls, naughty, naughty girls, and Blake knew she had their dirty little secret. She could tell daddy that they had been naughty while she had been the good girl and, and then, she'd be- she'd be d-daddy's f-favorite!
Blake came, explosively, at the thought. Her legs buckled and gave out as she fell to the floor, moaning in uncontrollable pleasure and lust.
When she finally regained her sense of place, she realized that this was not normal. This was not at all normal, not in the absolute least. Maybe, she could understand that the brain-scrambling made the four of them really horny. But this obsession with Jaune, that wasn't something she could explain. Especially not this particular obsession.
As insanely awkward as the conversation was sure to be, Blake knew she had to talk with her team about it. She was the only one who could actually broach the subject, because, with her sense of smell, she was the only one who actually knew that they all were incredibly horny. And if they also had a fixation on Jaune, it'd give them some direction to work with.
But as she changed into a fresh pair of panties, she couldn't help herself from taking a nice, long sniff of her own scent, smiling to imagine that all of this was because of Jaune.
The piano in the Beacon music room was rarely used. Few Huntsman or Huntresses here had real artistic inclinations, and those who had, generally favored more portable instruments. The kinds you could actually incorporate into your fighting style, rather than a piece of furniture.
Father, of course, had insisted that Weiss learn to play piano. He had insisted she practice on it regularly, and he was furious when Weiss had told him that she had no interest in furthering her skills with the piano. He wanted her to be an elegant, proper woman, someone he could marry off to one of his business associates. Or worse, just another way to further her singing career for his own selfish gain.
But for some reason, Weiss felt that she ought to play. No, not play---practice. She was practicing playing the piano, something she hadn't done since she was a little girl. It felt good to do it, like she was fulfilling an obligation. And doing it made her feel... nice, in a part of her that made her feel a little naughty. A-and it was nice to have a little time to herself, she quickly added, using a room that nobody other than her used.
Well, she thought, glancing at the guitar on the wall, Jaune, she knew, also used the music room.
Maybe Jaune would see her practicing. Maybe he'd be proud of her for being such a good girl. Maybe she'd get presents...
She sighed, clenching her thighs together and doing everything she could not to let her fingers slow down as she was distracted by the thought of Jaune buying her a pretty new dress, all frilly and cute. She knew he didn't have a lot of money, but the thought of even a simple dress, just any gift at all, it would mean so, so much to her. She'd feel so warm and treasured and... cared for. The sort of feeling she'd never had in her cold, empty childhood, with her mother succumbing to despair and father... she had a moment of anger at that awful man. If only he could be replaced, if she could have a real daddy who'd love and dote on his little princess.
But before she could think more about better parents, she was interrupted as the door opened. She turned, her heart soaring in anticipation, to see-
Ruby.
Great, it was Ruby. What'd Ruby want?
"Um, are you busy?"
Of course I am, you dolt! But something in Weiss stilled her from fighting. "What do you want, Ruby?" she asked, tersely.
"Um... I just wanted to check... because you, you know, turn him down all the time, but if you weren't, I'd think you'd have dibs, but, uh, you're not actually interested in Jaune, right? I mean, if I- I was to... ask him out...?"
Weiss recoiled at the thought. Ruby wanted Jaune? No. Not okay. Not permissible. Not allowable. She was daddy's favorite and if Ruby thought she could try and take him from her, she was going to learn that...
Except, Ruby was looking at her with those puppy dog eyes she knew how to do so well, somehow turned up to 11 in her sweetness and her sadness and her innocence and ugh! "Okay!" she spat, "If y-you're so i-insistent-"
But she was cut off as Blake entered the room, which was, of course, what Weiss wanted at that moment. "Oh good, you're both here," she said, ignoring the glares.
"What is it now, Blake?" she asked, annoyance clear in her voice.
Blake just gave her a mysterious smile. "I was just wondering if I forgot to mention that..." she flashed her infuriating Chesire grin, "I have a date tonight. With Jaune."
At that name, both Weiss and Ruby surged forward in a sudden fury. But Blake held her hands up with a laugh. "No, I don't." That bitch! "But don't you think it's odd that you reacted like that?"
Those words stopped Weiss dead in her tracks. She... well, yeah, she hadn't particularly liked Jaune before, with his cloying flirtation and general doltishness, but... but now she was... Well, it was simply that...
She looked over to Ruby, who seemed to be having the same thoughts. This was... worrying, to say the least, but Weiss had to admit, the anxiety this was causing just really, really made her want Jaune even more. He'd see that she was scared and put his big arms around her and tell her that everything was going to be okay, that she was his brave girl and he was so-
Nope! That was not a normal thought!
"I'm going to get Yang," Blake said, "and then I think the four of us need to have a talk."
She had never thought of Jaune Arc as handsome. Not unattractive, certainly. The boy was surprisingly cut once you got past the hoodie. Good personality. Good to Ruby. Lot of plusses there.
But ever since Yang had found herself utterly defenseless and at his mercy, well... now she was starting to think of ol' Vomit Boy as manly, and she wasn't sure what to make of that. She watched him from across the library, studying with his partner. She definitely thought of him as manly, especially considering the way she would rest her head in her hands and gaze at him whenever he wasn't looking.
"Hey," she turned to Nora, "those two," she pointed to Pyrrha and Jaune, "Are they doing it?"
Nora shrugged. "I don't think so. Been trying really hard to get them to finally bang it out, but..."
"Too dense?"
"He's too dense and she's too timid. And I'm pretty sure the both of them would trumpet it up and down the hall if they ever finally realized they both like each other."
Yang chuckled. Well, Pyrrha was a good friend and a great partner for Jaune, but Yang was not the woman to look to if you wanted someone "nice." She was a bad girl, a motorcycle riding, bar fighting, takes-what-she-wants bad girl, and right now, what she wanted was Jaune.
A surprising choice, really, but, also, not that surprising. Yang liked authority figures. She liked someone she could push against and who would push back, and beneath Jaune's messy blond hair and baggy hoodie, she just knew there was a tough disciplinarian there. Someone who'd set boundaries and give her what she was begging for, what she needed when she crossed them. When she was being a... brat. She chewed on her pen. Oh yeah, she'd definitely have a good time with Loverboy.
But suddenly she was yanked from her latest fantasy as her partner tapped her on the shoulder. She knew it was Blake without looking, because she was the only one who could tap her on the shoulder to get her attention without making a whole presentation about it.
"With me. It's about Jaune."
Well, well, well. That was something. As much as she didn't want to tear her eyes off her blond hero, she was intrigued that Blake seemed to know of her interest, and she wanted to see where it was going.
Where it was going, apparently, was the music room, where Yang was surprised to see Ruby and Weiss already there.
"Alright," Blake said, shutting, and carefully locking, the door behind them, "Show of hands: who here has spent the whole day thinking about Jaune?"
Blake's hand went up, then the other three slowly went up as well. "So... we were all knocked unconscious, and when we came to, we've all been... like this."
Weiss seemed to ponder it for a moment. "Well... a dust disruption of neural function could induce a hypnogogic effect..."
Yang cocked an eyebrow. "And that means..."
"It means," she huffed, "that while we were alone... with Jaune... we might have been in a highly suggestible state that-"
"Jaune wouldn't do anything bad!" Ruby cut in.
And, Yang had to admit, she didn't think so, either. He was too sweet, too, well, hapless to pull off some opportunistic masterminding like this. And besides, she trusted Jaune. Deep in her gut, she felt that, with Jaune, she was safe. He would protect her and look after her no matter how bad she was. Even if he had to punish her, it was always for her own good.
Blake seemed to agree. "He didn't have to do anything bad, he might not have realized what effect his words might have on us... or how nice we would feel to- to be so... p-protected..." Kitty's legs were trembling at that word, which Yang almost laughed at, until she saw that she wasn't alone.
Ruby and Weiss both seemed to be biting their lips, and, as Yang realized, so was she. The thought of how safe she was with Jaune was such a turn-on and the thought of him tucking her in at night and getting her a glass of water and giving her a goodnight kiss was...
And then she realized that the other girls' hands were straying to where they shouldn't be. Weiss in particular, until she suddenly pulled her hands away. She balled her fists up in self-discipline. "G-good girls d-don't touch themselves," Weiss panted, her hand obviously struggling, "they let... daddy take care of them..."
That word set something off in Yang's mind. Daddy. Daddy would take care of her. She trusted daddy; she was safe with daddy. She loved her daddy. And she wasn't alone. Ruby moaned, "Y-yeah, gotta be... good for daddy," and it took a whole lot of strength not to moan as well. Standing was getting very difficult, and Yang found herself leaning heavily against the wall. But Ruby's words kept coming. "I feel... funny, so... itchy in my... I shouldn't be a bad girl, but I'm so... so..."
Horny. They were all so horny. Horny for the blond dork to come in and... Yang finally slumped to the floor... and take care of them. Be their big, strong daddy who made them all feel good and keep his naughty little misbehaving girls in line.
"We need to tell, uhn, tell Jaune," Weiss gasped. "He can- he can take care of-" she bit her lip as she corrected herself, "He can fix this!"
But the idea... it was crazy! Yang couldn't accept it, couldn't possibly accept that this was real! It was just too insane! "I mean... you really think da- that Jaune accidentally hypnotized us into wanting to be good little girls for him?"
"No," Blake said, and then crawled over to her, whispering so quietly that only Yang could hear her, "But I think that might just be the hottest thing I've ever heard of... and you think so, too."
Yang really didn't have a comeback for that.
Jaune nervously fidgeted with his pen as he tried to make notes in his study session with Pyrrha. He was having a hell of a time focusing today. In spite of how much effort Pyrrha was clearly putting into helping him, he couldn't help but worry about RWBY. The infirmary told him they'd be fine after, at most, a day of disorientation, but he still felt like there was more to it than they'd noticed. And he felt like he'd die of awkwardness if they ever asked about the... the things they'd said while he was minding them.
He got the feeling they actually might have remembered the whole thing, and it made him want to run straight for the nearest Grimm and just hop in its jaws. Every time he saw any of them, their eyes went straight to the floor and he'd been too nervous to even try talking to them. Except for Yang, who had just been... leering at him all day with a very clear perverse intent, and it was all coming together to paint a picture of the end of his social life.
He should have just told the medic. It would have been embarrassing, but at least it would be out in the open. But then his scroll lit up, letting him know he'd received a text message... from Ruby. As badly as he wished he could just ignore it and it would go away, he had to own up to his actions.
"Please come to the RWBY dorm. We have something we need to discuss in private."
He gulped. It was time to face the music. He looked over to Pyrrha, apologetically telling her that he had to cut their study session short. Her clear disappointment cut him even deeper, knowing that, as he went to face his just desserts from Team RWBY, he was also letting his partner down.
Standing outside the door, he felt a last urge to bail, to just run away and try to delay this. He hadn't meant to do anything! It was Weiss who had started all this... talk! And he had to keep Blake and Yang from doing something indecent! It wasn't his- No. That was the old Jaune, the Jaune who thought he could go to Beacon without aura and training. The new Jaune wasn't going to look for excuses. He knocked on the door, and prepared to face his problems like a man.
The door opened, slightly, for a hand to shoot out, grab him by the hoodie, and yank him into the room. Jaune hadn't expected that, and he nearly fell over as he stumbled from the momentum. But he caught himself and looked up at-
Pigtails and pastel dresses and shy, nervous looks surrounded him. He was about to say something, but then the girls descended upon him, pushing him onto the bed and surrounding him with their soft, pleading faces.
"Jaune," Yang started, her voice higher and gigglier than normal, and making Jaune think some very, very inappropriate thoughts, "We've been talking, and... we want you to be our daddy from now on."
There was a chorus of approval from the rest of the team as they pressed even closer. "W-what!" he sputtered, "I- uh, I mean... why?"
The girls looked to one another, smiling, then back to him. "So many reasons," Yang sighed contentedly, "you're strong and safe and so good to us... and you want it, too."
"Because you want your little Weissy to dote on," Weiss giggled.
"And you want to make your little Blakey feel safe 'n warm in your arms," Blake sighed.
"And you want your little Ruby to make you happy," Ruby pleaded.
"And I'm just Yang... but I've been a very naughty girl, daddy..."
Jaune looked from girl to girl, their eyes sparkling with affection and clouded with lust. Their bodies shyly thrust forward for his approval and...
No! This wasn't- It wasn't right! They weren't thinking correctly, and he couldn't- he couldn't do any of the things he was so vividly imagining! He pushed them back and cried, "Wait! We can't- we can't do this! You're not thinking right! We can go to the infirmary and find a way to deprogram you and-"
But his words were cut off as he was immediately caught in a high-wattage puppy dog look from Ruby. He was used to her weaponized adorableness, and a childhood with seven sisters had taught him to resist, but this... this was the big guns. Ruby's silver eyes were watery, her lip trembling, and he knew he was helpless as she stammered, "D-do you not... want us, daddy?"
Jaune's heart broke right in half. He couldn't stop himself from pulling her into a tight hug, hating the way he felt so warm as he held her, and hating even more how arousing it was to hear her gasp as he grabbed her, or the way she sighed into his chest. He was trapped. But he still had to try. "I- I can't. Girls, please, you're not..."
"We were put in a suggestible state by lightning-dust inflicted neural interference," Weiss, back, now, to her usual Weiss tone, lectured, "We're not being made to do anything we didn't, in some way, want to do." And then her voice went back to her high, childish style. "And I just want to make my daddy happy."
Blake wrapped her arms around his neck. "Just let us make our daddy feel good for saving us when we were all so weak and helpless."
"We can make you feel so good," Yang promised, "So, so good."
"Daddy?" a pleading Ruby asked, her eyes big, her legs rubbing together, "I feel... funny, again. L-like I w-weally n-need you to touch my naughty place."
And Jaune took a deep breath. And made up his mind.
"I believe," he started, sternly, "that I told you girls to be good and not touch yourself. Now," and it amazed him as the girls shivered at his gaze, "be honest with me: have you been good girls?"
"Yang was bad!" Blake shouted, almost as soon as the words were out of his mouth, "She was touching herself last night!"
"You tattletale!" Yang shot back, but Jaune put himself between them before a fight could begin.
He placed his hands on Yang's shoulders and guided her down so that she was kneeling in front of him so he could better look her in the eye as she fidgeted. "Yang... is this true?"
She looked aside bashfully. "I... I didn't mean to..."
"Yang... " he said, sternly, and she looked back to him fretfully. He gestured for her to come over, and then bent her over his lap. "This is for your own good, Yang."
Something about those words seem to put Yang at ease. "Yes, daddy," she sighed.
He flipped up her little skirt and gave her three quick spanks before pausing. "And you're not going to be a bad girl for me now, are you, Yang?"
"N-no, daddy!" Yang sniffled.
"Good. Now two more so you've learned your lesson." She did all she could not to cry out as he spanked her bottom, and Jaune had to admit, the girls were right: he did want this.
He let Yang off of his knee. There were tears in the corner of her eyes as Yang rubbed her tender bottom, but she looked suitably chastened. So Jaune turned his attention to Blake.
"Blakey..." he started, the girl suddenly nervous, "It wasn't nice to tattle on Yang like that."
"B-but!" she protested, "Yang was being naughty! She was being a-"
She froze as he gave her a stern look. "Come over here, Blake," he commanded. She approached, shyly, and then he looked at her severely. "Lift up your dress. Ah," he said as she complied, "Just like I thought---your panties are soaked."
"I-it's not my fault!" she whined, "I j-just get really, really horny when I think of my daddy, uhn, p-protecting me f-from scary monsters a-and lightning and- oh!" He had slipped a finger into her panties to explore her sopping wet pussy, but then removed it, giving her a look of disapproval for her naughtiness.
"Now, you two," he said, turning to Weiss and Ruby, both of their eyes widening in fear. "You two were good girls," and suddenly, fear was replaced with smiles of pure delight. "And good girls get rewarded," and he unlatched his belt and began to remove his jeans.
Both girls gasped as they saw his erection. Between four of the hottest girls at Beacon acting out a depraved fantasy, to punishing Yang and Blake, and now the sight of Weiss and Ruby completely gasping at the sight of his cock, well, it certainly made his dick stand proudly at attention. Ruby looked up at him, her look mingling fear and desire.
"It's a penis, Ruby. Daddy's penis," he gently explained, "Does it make you feel funny in your special place?"
"Yeah... I wanna," she panted, "wanna suck it..."
"Like a lolly," Weiss added, entranced by his cock.
Gentle, always gentle, he guided them both closer to it, as they both gave it a tentative lick. He stroked their hair encouragingly as they grew bolder, kissing and suckling, until both girls were moaning as they serviced him.
But as Weiss and Ruby licked his cock, he looked over to his other girls. Both of them had jealous looks on their faces, and Jaune figured they'd been punished enough. Putting his hands around the both of them, he pulled the both into a kiss: first Blake, then Yang. Both girls clung to him, sighing contentedly, as he enjoyed Ruby and Weiss's ministrations.
"Such good girls," he sighed, to a chorus of moans, "you're all such good girls."
Yeah, he may have made a mistake in how he handled Torchwick and the White Fang, but, well, it was the sort of mistake he was very happy to have made.
Jaune had to admit, he hadn't expected this.
He was standing in a soundstage, something he didn't think Beacon had before Velvet, his girlfriend, had told him to be there. There was lighting equipment, cables running everywhere, multiple cameras, and they were all---Jaune really couldn't look away from this simple fact---pointed around a set that was pretty much just a large bed.
Velvet ran up to him, looking absolutely ecstatic. Even as incredible as this was, seeing the big, happy smile on her face put him instantly at ease. She was such a sweet and shy girl, who always seemed a little afraid of being happy, that he knew he'd put up with anything, even... this to be her supportive boyfriend.
"Oh, thank you for agreeing to this, Jaune!" she said, throwing her arms around him in a big hug, "I'm so excited to get started!"
"Yeah..." he gave a little laugh. "What... what, exactly, are we doing?"
She raised her eyebrow quizzically. "You said you were okay with us making a sex tape?"
"I thought," Jaune started, but then he realized, Velvet looked like she might be actually upset, her upper lip trembling that adorably nervous way that made him unable to be angry. His voice softened. "I just thought you meant, you know, we'd set up a camera and record us, um, doing it?"
Velvet gave him a look of shocked disbelief. "Jaune. I am not an amateur. If we are making a sex tape, it is going to be cinema."
But before he could ask any questions, suddenly Weiss, of all people, Weiss, was in his face, shoving a sheaf of papers into his hands. "Yes, yes, you have questions, I know, we don't have time." Every phrase was said with all the haste of someone who didn't care what he had to say or what questions he might have, "You need to sign these video releases, the promotional releases, your contract, oh! And you'll need to sign these papers," she added another pile to the stack in his hands, "to tell us how you'd like your cut of the sales dividends deposited to you."
Frantically signing and initialing where Weiss had placed sticky tabs, he had to admire how efficient she was with- Wait a minute! "What," he choked, "sales?"
Weiss gave him an icy look. "I didn't make a donation to your girlfriend, Jaune. I'm not running a charity. I made an investment, and that means I expect a return. As our lead, you're entitled to a cut, as I've laid out in these papers," she held up a couple that Jaune now realized he had signed without reading, "and now my job is to make sure that production goes smoothly while I- hold on, I have to take this."
She quickly pulled out and opened her scroll. "Talk to me Neptune," she ordered, quickly walking away, "I swear, if those bastards in ad sales think they can wrangle even a single lien extra, I swear..."
And she was off. Jaune turned, unsure of what to do with the (signed) paperwork still in his hands. He figured he ought to read it, but, well, it's not like it would make a difference. He sighed, and looked up from the impenetrable legalese.
Right into the eager faces of Ruby and Nora. Jaune jumped back in surprise. "Y-you guys are- you're in on this too?" he sputtered.
"Like anyone else in Beacon's a licensed electrician," Nora scoffed. "You really think you're producing anything here without someone from my union handling the lighting?"
"Wait, are you an electrician or a lighting tech, and, hold on, unions don't work like-" and then he remembered: reason was futile. So he picked a different battle. "But Ruby! What are y-you doing, um, on set." he attempted to be diplomatic in his euphemism.
"I'm a boom mic operator!" Ruby answered cheerfully.
"You, uh, you do know we're-"
"Shooting a porno?" She shrugged. "Not what I'd call my career, but it pays the bills. Quick shooting schedule, good crafts services, and Weiss definitely cuts her checks on time."
Jaune had no reply for that, so he was a little grateful for Velvet interrupting their conversation. "Excuse me!" she shouted, "Could you please not bother the talent? He's needed in wardrobe, thirty minutes ago!"
"Wardr- oof," he was yanked away by Velvet and hurried to a side room, where, he already knew before he saw her, Coco was standing next to a rack of clothes.
"Alright, loverboy, get those things," she gestured to him with a look of disgust, "off, so we can get you properly dressed. No time to wait, chop chop!"
But it seemed he was too hesitant for Coco's liking and she started pulling his clothes off for him. Jaune struggled, but found that Coco was both stronger and more aggressive than he was. She'd even stripped his boxers off, leaving him fully naked in the middle of the room.
Jaune blushed and tried to cover himself, to which Coco just laughed. "If you're this shy around me," she teased, "how are you even going to be able to get naked in front of the camera? Now put these on!"
She passed him a much smaller pair of boxers, and Jaune gave her a look that, of course, earned him no response but a gesture to hurry it up. And then Coco thrust more clothes into his hands as he hastily struggled to get dressed as quickly as she wanted him to. Finally redressed, he looked into the mirror... to see he was wearing jeans and a baggy hoodie.
"Coco, this is the same as what I was wearing."
"Uh, no?" she scoffed, "Your clothes were trash. This is designer. Trust me, this is much more expensive. And besides," she pointed to his hoodie, where his familiar Pumpkin Pete's bunny usually sat, "didn't want to create any brand confusion, you know, considering..."
Jaune's ears perked up at that. "Considering what?" But Coco was already pushing him out of wardrobe and back to set. "Considering what, Coco! Considering whaaaaaaat!"
Fortunately, he wasn't shoved in front of, Jaune didn't know who it'd be this time, Port? But it was Velvet, and once again, his sweet little bunny's disarming smile made him feel like everything was okay. "Alright honey," he chuckled, "time to perform, I take it? Never thought you'd want to do it in front of all of our friends, but if that's what you're into..."
She tilted her head in a confused manner. "What're you talking about?"
He laughed incredulously. "I mean," he gestured to Nora and Ruby getting equipment set up, "Ruby's right there, best seats in the house."
"Ruby's not going to be watching us, Jaune."
"She's on boom, Vel, she'll have to be watching."
"Yeah, but not us." Jaune wasn't sure how to process that, so Velvet kept explaining. "Jaune, I can't be in the shoot, because I'll be behind the camera. I'm the director and camera operator, not an actress."
Before Jaune could... anything a furious voice cut him off. "Yeah, she's the one whose job it is to ruin my work!" Blake stormed in, waving a script around, "How could you cut the rooftop katana duel? It's literally the climax of his entire arc! We might as well be-"
Velvet stamped her foot. "I told you, we didn't have the budget for that kind of fight choreography! Our insurance premiums are already high enough without bringing in Jaune's combat record! And if you're going to try to fight me in front of everyone, I want you to know that I can do this without you!"
"Well, good luck!" Blake spat, "I'm the only writer in this business who's willing to put up with your endless revision requests and your constant demands to dumb it down."
Velvet, however, was not backing down. "Oh, like you came up with the idea for Jaune's third act monologue without my help?"
"Well, I mean, I came up with the setup, with Jaune rescuing Space-Princess Ulia from the threat of the Shadow Khan..."
Velvet was misty eyed now. "It's such a romantic scene..."
"Oh, Velvet," Blake was now tearing up, "it's such a good script, I'm so happy we're doing this together, as Faunus sisters!"
The two girls hugged as suddenly as they they had fought, and Jaune was starting to wonder if he actually knew anything about the lives and, apparently, careers of his closest friends. And also if he was supposed to have read the script before he was on set? But an even more insistently pressing question came to mind. "W-wait, hold on," he interrupted, "I'm sorry, but if I'm not doing this, um, scene with you, Vel, who am I... who am I doing it with?"
"Oh, I think, um, that's me."
He looked behind him to the source of the voice, only to find Pyrrha standing there, wearing a fluffy white bathrobe and a nervous blush on her face. "Hello again," she added, softly with a wave.
"P-Pyrrha..." he stammered. He whirled around to Velvet. "How- How did you get-"
"She was our first choice," Velvet replied, "and she was more than happy to do it. Even agreed to work for scale, which was a huge get for us. Completely blew up our projections with the Mistralian market, according to Weiss." She turned to Pyrrha with a bright smile. "I'm so, so glad you were willing to sleep with Jaune!"
Pyrrha turned a furious shade of red, but before Jaune could reassure her that she didn't need to do anything she didn't really want to do, Yang was in front of him, doing... he wasn't sure? It felt like she was checking him out?
"Let me guess," he tried to joke, "you're the Production Assistant?"
"Nope!" Yang smiled, "I'm your Fluffer!"
...
"My what?"
"Your Fluffer," she said, like he had simply misheard her. "You know, when you need to be hard on set, it's my job," and she popped her lips, making Jaune veryveryvery aware of the hot red lipstick she was wearing, "to get you hard. But," she added in a breathy voice as she reached down and gave his dick a squeeze through his pants, "something tells me you're doing alright in that department, knowing that you'll be fucking your hot, sexy partner and making all of us so very wet."
Jaune was completely at a loss for words as his blood moved southwards. Yang gave an approving smile and shot him a thumbs up. "He's good to go, bunnygirl!" she shouted at Velvet, before shoving Jaune onto the bed next to Pyrrha.
Under the sudden glare of the studio lights, Jaune's brain briefly remembered it could do things. "Wait, shouldn't I read the script before-"
Velvet cut him off from behind the camera, "You'll be fine, babe. Just be yourself and you're good." She hopped over to Pyrrha and Jaune at the bed, "Okay, so, for this scene, we want romance. We'll hammer the sexiness later, but here, just focus on the fact that the two of you are deeply in love, that this is the passionate, romantic sex that's an expression of true love. Got that? You two---true love."
"I think I can do that!" Pyrrha chirped.
"I- uh, well..." but then Jaune saw that eager, pleading look in Velvet's eyes, that sense that she was just so excited to make her movie, to have her vision come to life. And so Jaune steeled his nerve, looked over to the surprisingly game Pyrrha and then back to his loving girlfriend. "I can do it."
Velvet pumped her fist and cheered. "Great! Alright people! Get to places, we're just shooting the sex now, we'll circle back for the dialogue once we've got a sense of how this plays out." She took her place behind the camera, putting on her Director's Guild hat (Was she in the Guild? Weren't they all Huntsmen-in-training? Was he supposed to have a job, apparently one in the fine and performing arts, too?) and looking every inch the director in charge of her shoot. "Alright: Lights, Camera, ACTION!"
"Oh, Jaune," Pyrrha purred while Jaune tried not to freak out that they were using his actual name for this, "Now that the wicked Queen Salem and her army of Space Grimm" who what who "have been defeated, I need to tell you how I truly feel about you. I don't care that you're married! I love you Jaune! I've loved you since you saved me from her Winged Laser Beringels at the Battle of Neo Haven!"
And with that, she threw her robe off, revealing a lacy red teddy, the same shade as her hair, that made Jaune both extremely aware that he probably had a line he was supposed to say, and also, that he'd completely forgotten how language worked, not when every brain cell was currently dedicate to memorizing the way her boobs looked in her barely-there underthings.
But Pyrrha gave her a teasing smile. "Am I truly so beautiful that you cannot think of anything to say? My, my, you charmer," she leaned in, dangling those perfect, heavenly breasts right in his face as now her lips, mere inches from his own, were right there as she whispered, "It's no wonder I fell for you, Jaune. How could I not? My heart never stood a chance! I don't care that you belong to another, Jaune. I want you!"
Pyrrha was... an incredible actor. And so, so sexy. The way she held that last word made Jaune's eyes roll up into his head as he couldn't stand it anymore. He couldn't. He lunged, catching her lips with his own, and Pyrrha crumpled into his arms, all her strength lost as he kissed her. Her breasts pressed into his chest as he fell backwards onto the bed. They kissed and kissed and kissed as Pyrrha started to grind against him, making Jaune very aware of those stupid jeans Coco had put him in. He couldn't handle it; he broke from Pyrrha to tear his pants off, the expensive, but poorly made, stitching giving way under his Huntsman's strength. Clothes were a barrier between him and what he hadn't realized he'd always wanted-
Except, he had a momentary pang of guilt, that it was the last barrier between him and cheating on his Velvet. His beloved Velvet. His sweet darling... he couldn't help himself---he had to tell her he couldn't do this. But then he looked to her...
And Velvet was looking at him, her eyes sparkling in pure delight. She wanted this.
"Oh, is this for me?" Pyrrha giggled, admiring his cock, "It's everything I ever- Oh! "
She was cut off as Jaune threw her on the bed. Velvet wanted him to fuck Pyrrha and he wanted to fuck Pyrrha so he was going to fuck Pyrrha. Her lingerie was shredded in an instant and he thrust into her. It was sudden, fierce, and powerful, like an animal inside Jaune that had been long sealed away was now let loose, his repressed desire for his partner tore forth and Pyrrha squealed in ecstatic joy.
"Yes, oh, yes! Take me Jaune! Take me like I've always dreamed of!" Pyrrha writhed and thrashed beneath him as Jaune ruthlessly screwed her into the bed. "I've wanted this since the Emerald Forest, Jaune! I- I'VE ALWAYS WANTED THIS!"
Jaune, if he had enough of his brain not focused on the beautiful woman he was bringing to climax, would have been impressed that she could stick to her lines even as he nailed her. But it wasn't long before she couldn't hold back any longer. "I- I'm close, I'm so close! Oh, oh, oh oh oh, J-JAUNE!"
Jaune smiled, his partner screaming his name until she fell back into the bed, a lazy, satisfied smile on her face. He was about to slide out and give Pyrrha some time to recover, but suddenly, he heard Velvet's voice chiming in. "Okay, let's move to the threesome scene. Yang, get in there!"
Yang? But she was-
He was interrupted as a hot naked blonde thrust herself in his face. Or more specifically, thrust the most desirable pair of breasts in all of Beacon right in his face.
Well. He was still on camera and Velvet expected a performance. "Yeah, Jaune, we can- oh!" she gasped as he pulled her, and her wonderfully bouncy chest, closer to him and started licking, teasing, and sucking her nipples. He knew that once this film was released, he'd be a dead man, not a single man at Beacon would forgive him for having sex with both Pyrrha and Yang, and so he buried his face in Yang's heavenly bosom in the full knowledge that he'd likely never get a chance at anything like this again.
As he, regretfully, came up for air, he realized that Pyrrha had regained her strength and, after sharing a searing kiss with Yang, leaned over to Jaune. "Alright, lover," she whispered, "you're more than man enough for me, but how do you favor your odds with three women?"
Wait, three? He had only-
And then he felt a pair of lips wrap around his cock. His eyes shot down (as difficult as it was to look away from Pyrrha fondling Yang's chest) and saw that a now-naked Blake was sucking him off.
"Blake! What is- mmfff" he was silenced as Yang sat on his face and all Jaune could do was eat her out as passionately as he could. Blake's mouth was incredible, and she could both take him all the way down to his base as well as swirl her tongue artfully around the head of his cock. She was an artist of the blowjob, and Jaune felt charged to hold her high standard by putting all of his effort into giving Yang oral of an equal caliber.
It seemed to have worked. As Yang came, Jaune finally couldn't hold back any longer, letting loose right into Blake's mouth. Hearing the girl gag as she struggled to handle his load was powerfully arousing, but as Yang released him, he could now see an even more arousing sight before him.
Coco Adel, it seemed, was also now part of the talent rather than the crew now, and she struggled with Blake to pull her into a deep kiss and lick some of his semen out of Blake's mouth. Realizing he was watching her, she smiled at him, a little strand of his sticky cum dripping down her cheek, naked, and yet still wearing her signature beret and sunglasses. "Velvet talks you up so much," she said, almost sounding a little embarrassed to have been caught, "I just had to try you for myself." The sight of Coco, the perpetually superior older team leader who never approved of him and Velvet together, now caught fighting for a mouthful of his cum, brought Jaune almost immediately back up to speed.
Coco gasped as she saw his cock stiffen once more and she was quick to mount him. But she wasn't the only one looking to keep going. Pyrrha and Blake smothered his face in their breasts, giggling and asking whose chest he preferred, while Coco rode him and Yang ran her tongue up and down the length of his shaft.
And then he felt another girl join, this one seating herself on top of his right hand and guiding his fingers into her slit. "Sorry, uhn, Jaune," he heard Ruby's voice whine. "We just couldn't, ugh, help ourselves!"
And then he felt another soft butt press itself into his left hand as Weiss's voice joined in. "And don't think you can- oh yes! There! Right there!" as his fingers deftly found her clit and mercilessly teased her button.
Six women, though he suspected from a flash of orange-red hair that Nora must have joined at some point, writhed on the bed with him. They switched positions, each girl eager to have him sample every part of their magnificent bodies. He thrust and fingered and sucked and kissed and teased and spanked, guided by instinct and excited, feminine sounds of pleasure. A symphony of moans, gasps, giggles, and deep, primal cries of orgasmic bliss surrounded him, and he conducted it as best as he could.
Peeking through the tangle of legs and tits and asses and pussies he caught a quick glimpse of Velvet, his dear, sweet Velvet, sitting in the director's chair... legs spread and masturbating shamelessly. All thought of operating the camera had been abandoned as three fingers pistoned in and out of her snatch. She was moaning in lust, her eyes drinking in the sight of her boyfriend making love to more than half a dozen of her friends. He could only see for a moment before a suckable pair of tits (Coco's?) was thrust into his face and Jaune got to work, but knowing that everything he was doing was all for Velvet's pleasure gave him the strength to give her the performance of a lifetime.
His lips, fingers, and dick performed mightily, and he was pretty sure he felt a wet pussy grinding against his knee at one point, but eventually, after heroic effort, he successfully satisfied the last woman (Pyrrha, who had mounted him and came while proclaiming her undying love for him. Hard to believe that, after all this, she still was in character.) and could finally breathe again.
He looked up to his girlfriend, still rubbing herself in her director's chair, and smiled. She smiled back. They were both exhausted and spent, but very, very satisfied.
"Okay..." Velvet said, panting, "That was... that was a good start. Alright... someone get Jaune a script, and then we can... we can take it from the top... for real this time."
"Hey, um, Weiss..."
Weiss was already rolling her eyes before she turned to face the nervous blonde who'd been clearly waiting outside her door to ask her the same question he always meant to ask, but just never worked up the guts to do more than waste her time.
She gave Jaune a severe look, looking him over, from his beat-up Pumpkin Pete's hoodie, to his messy, unkempt hair, to his long rabbit ears, now wilting under her stern gaze. There was a time when Weiss had found him adorable, and her heart would have broken to see his little ears tremble like that, but that part of Weiss had been long worn down by Jaune's whole... thing. If he'd asked her out in the first semester like he was clearly trying to work up the courage to, she might have assented to a date. But by now, all those hopes were long since shot.
He was just so... weak.
He was a weak fighter, a weak student, and his timid personality just burned out all of Weiss's interest. It wasn't just that he had gained her personal ire, no, Jaune was a problem for Beacon. He was a dead weight latched on to not only Beacon's first all-Faunus team, but specifically a ball and chain around Pyrrha Nikos's ankle.
Pyrrha... Weiss had come to Beacon convinced that she and Pyrrha could easily become a partnership of the top students in Vale, possibly even all of Remnant, and what a message it would send! The both of them, standing side by side, a testimony that hard work knew no race. Her, the heiress of the SDC, committed to reforming their labor practices, and Pyrrha, the Invincible Vixen, the best fighter in her generation...
And... maybe, if they were partners, she'd let Weiss pet her long, soft tail and maybe... let her bury her face in it a little?
She didn't begrudge Pyrrha having a partner other than her, but when it was a partner that contributed nothing to their partnership, she just couldn't stand it! And the fact that he was always asking her out, or, more accurately, silently stammering as she eviscerated him with her eyes, had really earned her animosity.
"Are you going to ask me something, Jaune, or are you just going to stand there?" she asked, her voice as frosty as the rest of her aesthetic.
"I- I just, um, you know, there was a..." Now that his ears had sunk as low as they would go, his foot was tapping now, indicating he'd hit Stage Two of nervous panic. Yep, Weiss had enough experience with Arc's anxiety that she could chart the stages by his tics. "T-there's a new m-movie out a-and-'' his voice had almost reached a pitch higher than any man's should have been able to when he was interrupted.
"Brothers, Weiss," his savior, Yang, exclaimed, "he's just trying to ask you out! No need to put him through this."
She waved off the criticism. "He's a Huntsman, Yang," she replied, "if he can't face me, what chance does he have against a Beringel?"
He stammered an apology as he tried to maintain what was left of his dignity as he fled the scene. It was just embarrassing. It was one thing to ask a girl out, fumble it, and get shot down, but it was a whole nother thing trying it again. And then again another time! At some point, he just had to cut his losses, and Weiss wasn't sure how to better get that across.
And yet, Blake was now scowling at her. Weiss sighed. Blake did this a lot, and while she would be the first to admit that she wasn't always in the right when it came to Blake, this time, she wasn't sure what she was supposed to have done wrong. "What is it?" she asked, her voice testy.
Blake just huffed, "I'm going to go after him. Show him that not everyone in RWBY's like you."
Weiss gave her own scowl in return. "You should tell him to either toughen up or move on. If he's just going to run away every time he tries asking me out, he can save us both some time and just give it up."
And with that, she had thought the matter settled until much later that night. She was getting into bed, though she seemed to be the only one in her dorm in much of a mood to sleep. Ruby and Yang were wired, even as late as it was, with Yang dialing Blake's scroll and Ruby trying not to freak out by pacing.
Really, she should be helping her teammates, but honestly, the best any of them could do was just go to bed. She looked over from her pillows, "You guys do know that Blake does this fairly routinely, right? You haven't forgotten the last time she forgot she left her scroll on silent as she investigated the White Fang?"
"This is your fault," Yang said through gritted teeth, "If you hadn't started all that shit about Jaune, she wouldn't have felt the need to do any of this."
Weiss was incredulous at that. "What? How is this my fault? Why does she care-"
"Because you're just like this because he's a Faunus."
Yang's accusation hung in the air for a while as Weiss struggled to put it together. "W-what?" she nearly shrieked.
"It's, um," Ruby cut in, "not that we think you're maliciously-"
"How could you accuse me of being racist just because I don't like Jaune! I like Blake, I like the rest of his team, I-"
"Listen," Yang put a hand up, "It's just that... the way you criticize him... it's really severe and it's hard not to seem like it's because he's a rabbit Faunus and there are, well, stereotypes about them that you use. Kind of a lot."
"If it's stereotyping, shouldn't I be saying something about 'fucking like bunnies' if he's-"
"Whoa! Language!" Yang just about roared at her, covering Ruby's ear, "But all this stuff about him being timid and-"
Then there was a knock at the door. Ruby, in a burst of petals, raced over and opened it, hardly giving Weiss time to cover herself with her blanket. Ruby immediately gave a sigh of relief, telling her it was probably Blake, but then she threw it open, and Weiss could see who it was.
It was Blake... but she was with Jaune.
Though "with" might be a strong term. She was kind of draped over him, hanging heavily on his shoulder. Jaune was very red faced, obviously embarrassed as he muttered something well below anyone's ability to hear while he stared at the ground. Weiss would have worried that she was injured, but the big, happy grin on her face told her that it was a different kind of injury. Yep. Blake was drunk.
Yang helped take her from Jaune, thanked him for getting her back home, then closed the door. "Blake, what happened?" she asked, easing her to her bed, "Are- are you drunk?"
She looked around, evasively. "We were just... doin' things... SNRK!" and then she broke down into a fit of giggles.
She sank into her bed, clearly exhausted, but before she passed out, she looked at Weiss with an expression that was hard to pin down. "Missed yer chance... Weissy," and then, once again, she was a mess of giggles.
And then she was asleep.
And Weiss wasn't sure what the hell had just happened.
It had been two weeks since that night, and, in many ways, nothing had changed. Blake refused to give more details, simply telling her team she wasn't going to explain anything, that they should back off, and that Yang, in particular, should shut up about her and Jaune. Maybe it was true, that the two of them hadn't done anything other than go drinking together and Blake had overindulged, but it didn't... feel right.
Her words kept coming back to Weiss, that she'd "missed her chance." What did that mean? Jaune was still flubbing the basics of asking her out, but, more importantly, what chance did she want with Jaune? It had to be something else, right? Blake was just drunk, right? It wasn't something other than that... right?
Following Jaune around wasn't really her aim, but it was just too easy not to give it a shot. Seriously, Jaune had superior Faunus senses and Weiss wasn't exactly as stealthy as Blake or Rin, but sneaking up on Jaune was just far too easy for her. And it wasn't really stalking, because the whole point of it was just to find out what, exactly, had gone on that night with her teammate! It was detectiving, really!
And it had led her to a lot of realizations about Jaune. Namely... that his life was surprisingly boring. He was a student, which meant classes, training, and homework, and a team leader, which meant filing paperwork and writing reports. He seemed constantly overworked, and Weiss found it hard not to feel a little sympathetic towards him. Perhaps... well, maybe she'd misjudged him? He wasn't confrontational, he was still timid, but maybe those skills weren't as essential to a Huntsman as she had thought.
Though... she did notice that his team seemed to be surprisingly... affectionate with him. And not in the way Ruby was affectionate with her team. No, there was just a lot of physical contact, a lot of hugging that seemed to go on a bit longer than normal, a lot of just... touching. And, Weiss realized, it wasn't just his teammates. Blake seemed rather affectionate with him, and Velvet, too. Was it a Faunus cultural thing? She knew that Atlas was big on personal boundaries, and perhaps she was just used to limited physical contact.
Like right now, he was with his partner---seeing the two of them together always made Weiss cringe a little---and Pyrrha could barely keep her hands off of him. Pyrrha had cornered him in a far corner of the campus, with nobody else around, which had briefly frightened Weiss that they might be... but that was unthinkable! Not the least of which being that he was still asking her out, which was good evidence that nothing was going on, and besides: Jaune seemed rather nervous to be alone with her.
But still, it was a very... adult situation. "Jaune..." Pyrrha said in a tone of voice that made Weiss's toes curl, "I had such a good time training with you last night... won't you join me tonight? I really want to 'train' with you again."
"I, Pyrrha," he seemed to be almost whining, though Weiss couldn't imagine why, "I really need to actually train. F-for real, Pyrrha, I..." and his voice faded away as Pyrrha wrapped him in her silky fox tail.
"We'll train. I promise," she said with a breathy giggle, "Rin and Nora want to join us tonight as well. You know you're too much for me on my own." Weiss... had no idea what that could possibly mean. In what... in what possible regard was Pyrrha in any way outclassed by Jaune? Especially the Jaune right here, who struggled to even stand up while he had her attention.
She started tickling his face with her bushy tail. "P-Pyrrha, I-" he seemed to melt into her soft fur, "Ohhhhh... okay... yeah, I'll... I'll do it."
Pyrrha just smirked. "I knew you would..."
She didn't like to think about this as stalking, but she had reason to be concerned about what, exactly, the hell was going on. So now she snuck into the stands, staying the darkness and peeking into the Beacon gymnasium, late at night and trying to find out what was going on with Jaune Arc. And really... it seemed like she was getting paranoid over nothing. Not that she was sure why she was feeling paranoid in the first place, but it seemed that Team JNPR was just doing a late night practice session.
If there was a team that could get even Jaune up to shape, well, winding up on JNPR was an excellent stroke of luck. Not only was Pyrrha the most incredible and talented fighter in the class, likely the school, the rest of his team excelled in their particular specialties. For instance, Rin, the team's quiet snake Faunus, had started the group with some yoga positions for flexibility and to pursue the inner harmony that was necessary for fine aura control and manipulation.
Though watching from her hideout, Weiss was starting to wonder what, exactly was this exercise? She knew a bit of yoga herself, and she could name most of the positions, but it seemed less and less like a warm up and... more and more like Rin was taking the chance to demonstrate her impressively lithe flexibility. She twisted and stretched and undulated her body in a fashion Weiss was starting to find almost hypnotic, her eyes drawn inescapably to the way she curled and uncurled and curled and uncurled and...
And suddenly Weiss realized that they had finished yoga, and a quick check to her scroll made her incredulous with how quickly time seemed to pass while she watched Rin lead the group. But it was Nora's turn now, and Weiss could immediately guess what she'd be doing. Call it a stereotype, but Nora valued brute, physical strength, and as a bear Faunus, she had a lot of it. She might just have the cute little teddy bear ears on the top of her head, but as she tackled Jaune, well, he was going to learn about wrestling.
Even Weiss had to admit, though, that Nora was skilled in holds and grapples. It wasn't just brute strength; Nora knew technique. And while most of her attention was dedicated to twisting Jaune into unique shapes, she did get into the mix with Rin and Pyrrha, and Pyrrha... seeing both women locked in such a tremendous struggle, their bodies entwined in their contest, it made Weiss's heart thump a little faster to watch them twist and writhe on the floor, engaging in a potent challenge to make the other submit and---whoa, she... she was breathing rather heavily right now. Weiss had to take a moment to calm herself.
She wasn't sure what had come over her. Adrenaline, she supposed? It was quite exciting to see Team JNPR, or, at least, the parts of Team JNPR that impressed her, show off their skills. And she was just about to see the peak of it all: Pyrrha Nikos, her tail swishing behind her as she challenged... her entire team to spar with her.
Watching Pyrrha spar, unarmed, one on three, there was something... there was something different about this style of fighting. She and Nora and Rin seemed to just... move in a way she didn't recognize from Goodwitch's class. It was a practice session, yeah, for training Jaune, but something about it, something about the way they kept running their hands over each other, was just making Weiss's heart beat like crazy. Her face felt hot and she really, really needed to get some air. She slipped off her bolero: when had it gotten so warm in here?
And then they were finished. In spite of not really being challenged so much in the fight, Pyrrha seemed to be panting (Weiss realized, she was as well), as she approached Jaune. "W-was that enough practice, Jaune?" she asked, something hungry and unfamiliar in her voice. "I t-think you did, you did really good..."
Nora was quick to press in on him as well, though her concept of "personal space" was... vague. "I think we can, you know... you promised, if we trained first..." she let her implication hang.
Weiss blinked in shock. They couldn't be suggesting... no, that was silly! That was ridiculous!
"G-guys, w-we can go back to the room first, right?" Jaune was blushing furiously now, looking like he was clearly on the edge of Stage Four nervousness. "I- I mean, w-we've got that test for Port tomorrow, and if you're all exhausted, you'll just-"
"Jaune..." it was Rin who cut off his protests, sliding in next to Pyrrha, "I- I could feel your eyes on me, mmmm, as I did my positions. I want... I need you to see how flexible I can be... mmm, for you..."
To Weiss's intense surprise, Pyrrha practically mounted him as she leaned in closer. They- they couldn't... not possible... "We're so horny, Jaune... Please... we need our leader so badly."
She didn't- she did not just say that!
But it seemed that she- she- she had! She could see as Jaune swallowed, nervously, his ears as ramrod straight as... Weiss could imagine other parts of him. And yet, as his teammates descended on him, hungrily, Jaune still was Jaune. "Girls, p-please," he begged, "y-you know how I g-get when you- oh!"
Pyrrha had yanked his pants off and... oh stars and stories... that was a cock.
Weiss didn't know much about the male sex. Nothing more than health class, and... one video she'd watched half of before she'd panicked and deleted it off her scroll (which she then reformatted, threw into the ocean, and bought a new one), but she knew a man's... thing wasn't supposed to be that... much.
But Team JNPR looked at it with joyful, rapturous expressions, but the look on Jaune's face... that look was something she'd never seen on Jaune before. Something she never realized she wanted to see on his face. Or so badly she wanted him to give her that look.
There was no trace of weakness in it. It was desire, raw, animalistic desire to take what was before him. He threw Pyrrha to the mat, the vixen giving a yelp of surprise before he tore her gym shorts and panties off in a single motion, and then, before Weiss could even realize what was happening, he slammed his dick into her.
"Ugh!" he growled, "You knew what you were doing to me, you fucking tease!"
"I did! I did!" she squealed, "Punish me! Punish me with your cock!"
"And you two!" he snarled at Rin and Nora, the two girls clutching at each other at the sight of their leader dominating Pyrrha, "Over here, now!"
They scampered over and moaned as he palmed each girl's butt in his hand and started to roughly squeeze. The lewd and wanton cries of all three girls both stunned Weiss and forced her to bite her lip to stifle a moan.
He was- he was- how could she ever have thought he was weak? She was watching the most powerful man she'd ever seen simultaneously turn three Huntresses into desperate, mewling messes. No, not three. Four. Weiss was fingering herself with wild abandon, watching Jaune master these women into orgasm after orgasm, shoving more and more fingers inside her, desperately trying to quench the uncontrollable need burning inside her.
But Pyrrha had given out, her mind fried from pleasure and her ruined pussy oozing cum. Jaune withdrew, showing just how deeply his sword had reached into her sheath. And it was glorious, his magnificent cock, dripping with cum and Pyrrha's juices, dangling over the moaning body of the school's strongest student, completely overwhelmed by pleasure. "Who's next?" he growled.
Rin was there in an instant, her long, serpentine tongue wrapping around Jaune's monster, both cleaning it and jerking him off as her mouth opened wide to take the whole of it down her supple throat. She was... she was mesmerizing, to watch as her throat bulged as she gracefully swallowed him. Weiss could never- no, no human girl could possibly satisfy him. It wasn't just Rin's long tongue and flexible jaw, no, these Faunus girls were just tougher, hardier than she could even think of being. They could take more of his attention than she ever could.
Now that she'd cleaned him up, Rin's supple body twisted and turned in Jaune's strong, manly hands. Every position he wanted her in, Rin twisted herself to fulfill his desires. She wrapped her legs around her head, or athletically twisted herself so Jaune could fuck her while standing up, or a dozen other positions that Weiss couldn't name, because she was a stupid ignorant virgin, but these sexy girls surely knew.
They were... they were rutting. Raw, animalistic sex, pushing their bodies to the very limits to keep up with his incredible stamina and libido. He'd... he'd fucked Blake silly, and now he was turning his whole team into a pack of cock-addicts. Her fingers slammed into her pussy, but they were too small and useless when she knew that there was a real dick, a man's dick that could be stretching it open. A dick she'd- she'd- a- a dick she'd turned down. Over and over again, being a stuck-up princess who wouldn't give the hot Faunus boy the time of day over some stupid condescending idiocy!
As she cursed her useless, slender fingers and watched as Rin's mind turned to mush as he impaled her on her cock, tits shaking up and down as her tongue lolled out and her eyes rolled up, she could only pray that he'd forgive her. She'd do anything to make it up to him, to let him ruin her pussy if he'd just let her try.
No. He wouldn't- he wouldn't want a stuffy, delicate human girl when he had his personal harem of willing Faunus girls. They were---uhnnn---they were just- oh!- they were just so much, ah, sexier than she was!
The revelation left her seeing stars as Jaune finished off Rin and moved on to putting Nora in a full nelson, with Jaune's strong arms pulling her legs apart, his dick pistoning into her ass as Nora butt bounced up and down, her face a mask of ecstasy, twisted with pleasure and need as she took the full might of Jaune's dick. Weiss couldn't- she couldn't even dream of being stretched out like that. Her weak, useless fingers, fumbling on her breasts and her far too empty pussy... they couldn't satisfy her. Nothing could satisfy her, nothing but that powerful Faunus cock. Human men lacked the size and toys didn't have the virility she needed so badly, they'd all been permanently ruined for her by what she was watching right now.
They were just- they were- ughn, she couldn't bear it! But it was the, unnnnn, the truth! F-Faunus girls were just... the Faunus were just, oh, oh, oh, OH! They were, oh, theywere- uhnnn! Theyweresomuchbetterthanher- OHHHHHHHH!
She bit down on her hand to avoid giving away her hiding place. She had to, her cries would only interrupt Nora's lustful exaltations of pure joy as Jaune took her to heights of pleasure Weiss could only imagine. Slumping over, she took a moment to catch her breath, amazed at how quickly the JNPR girls could recover while she was just a panting, hopeless mess from her one feeble orgasm.
"Mmmm..." Nora sighed, contentedly. "Gods, you're amazing, Jaune-Jaune. I just don't get why you spend so much time going after Weiss when you've got us to take care of you."
Weiss didn't get it either. She was plain. Boring. A useless virgin. She didn't have tits like Nora, or Rin's tongue, or Pyrrha's sexy tail, she was just a plain, w-worthless human.
But Jaune just sighed and stroked Nora's hair. "I guess... I just wanted a relationship that wasn't defined by girls falling over themselves to suck my cock." She cringed. Jaune didn't know it, but that's all she was now.
"Aww," Pyrrha pouted, wrapping her fluffy tail around Jaune like a warm blanket, "but we love sucking your cock!"
Jaune gave a little laugh. "I know, I know, but I just... if I could win her over, it'd be proof that I can win girls over without getting them addicted to me first."
Nora put her foot down. "Jaune-Jaune! You did win us over, and it's not just because you're amazing at sex."
"We really do love you, Jaune," Pyrrha snuggled him tighter, "You're such a wonderful leader and the sweetest boyfriend, even when you're not screwing us silly."
"Besides, she's a human," Rin cut in, authoritatively, "she wouldn't be able to handle you." She was right. She was so right, and Weiss hated how right she was, but it was the truth. "You nearly broke Blake, and it took all three of us to handle you tonight. Only Faunus girls," she added with a note of pride, "can even come close to handling such a bitch-breaker of a cock."
"I'm more of a vixen than a bitch," Pyrrha purred, "but your cock is just too much for even me to handle on my own. Weiss would cum her silly little brains out just watching you dominate us." She wished she had. Wished she was nothing more than a drippy little pussy and wet little mouth that didn't care about anything other than needing to be filled. If she was, she'd have offered herself up to be his little pleasure pet. But she still had enough of her mind to tell her that her weak human body could never satisfy him, that she would only disappoint her betters, and she was better off just hiding and watching, fingering herself to the sight of her superior Faunus goddesses making love to a real Faunus stud.
She slumped out of the gym, miserably. She didn't deserve to watch them lie together, contentedly enjoying the afterglow of mind-blowing sex. At least it was late, and nobody would be in the halls to see her looking such a mess or so dejected, she wasn't sure which was worse.
"Hey Weiss," a voice cut through the darkness, "Did you have fun?"
She whirled in panic, and realized that Velvet was behind her. The rabbit Faunus leered at her, obviously aware of what Weiss had just done. Weiss had no answer for her, nothing more than a look of surprise quickly swallowed up by her profound self-loathing.
Fortunately for her, Velvet kept talking. "It's hard to be a rabbit Faunus, you know," she said, looming over Weiss with her full breasts and desirable ears. She was just so much sexier, so much better at pleasing Jaune than Weiss could ever hope to be. "It takes hours for Jaune and I to finish satisfying each other. It's wonderful, but it's... messy."
Weiss blinked, trying to comprehend what she could mean. She couldn't... was there something she could do to help? Could she be useful at all? She was so desperate to prove she wasn't a useless human, she'd do anything!
"Sometimes," she said with a smirk, "I feel I could use someone to help... clean me up... and I'm sure Jaune would love to watch you try to fit his rod in your mouth. It could be very entertaining. You still wouldn't be able to fuck him, I'm afraid, but are you gonna be able to walk away from tonight and not want to come back and get a better view?"
Feeling like she might cry, Weiss nodded in desperate gratitude. Velvet was so wonderful, so kind to take pity on her and offer her a chance to try and pleasure her betters. She deserved to be cast aside, but Velvet and Jaune... they were so kind, such wonderful, forgiving masters who would treat her better than she could ever hope for!
"I'll see you tomorrow night, then," she said with a laugh, and then turned to go. "Oh, and don't tell Jaune---I want you to be a surprise for him."
Of course she wouldn't tell. She'd be the best, the best human anyone could ask for! A proper, obedient human who knew her place! Oh, she couldn't wait!
Jaune was lying on his bed, reading a copy of Ninjas of Love. A very particular copy, with certain passages underlined and page numbers circled, with notes in the margins that Jaune was studying as intently as he would any of his textbooks. He had limited opportunities to do this, without Nora to ask a lot of questions he didn't want to answer, or for Pyrrha to give him one of those hard-to-read looks she gave him when Blake was involved, so he had to make the time count while he had it.
But he was interrupted as, of all people, Blake burst into the room. Jaune was surprised to see her, considering that she shouldn't have a key to the JNPR dorm, but even more so, the way she slammed the door behind her. But before he could say anything, she spoke. "I just saw my ex."
Jaune's eyes went wide. Eve Taurus in Vale was bad news on its own, but knowing she had an obsession with Blake, Jaune didn't know what to expect. "Are- are you okay?" he asked, panicked, "Did she see you, does- does your team know? O-or is there something I should be-"
"It's okay, it's..." she took a deep breath, "I just... I'm just a little freaked out right now," she confessed. Jaune pulled her into a hug. She was one of the strongest people he knew, a champion for equality, but also someone who needed help shouldering the burden. "I just saw her on a rooftop in Vale, and it was definitely her, and I- I haven't told my team yet, and I want to wait a little while on that before-"
"Blake..."
"It's alright!" she protested, "I'll tell them, I will, but I just know when I do, they'll all freak out and it'll get a lot harder to manage all that. Just... hold me a little bit, okay?"
Jaune was happy to comply with that. She buried her face in his hoodie as he kept his arms tightly around her. He didn't always know what to do to help her, but he knew he could hold her right now and help her through this.
She looked up at him from the hug. "Eve cannot learn that we are dating. Under no circumstances can she learn you're my boyfriend."
"Yeah," he gave a weak laugh, "rather not let a known terrorist know that I'm dating her ex."
"Um..." and then she gave him a rather uncertain look, "It's actually, well... You know about humans with a Faunus fetish, right?"
Jaune nodded, confused. He didn't see the relevance, but he knew that Velvet, who had become a rather close friend of the both of them after she learned Blake was a secret Faunus, put up with more than a few gross requests from people who assumed that, as a rabbit Faunus, she must have an overcharged sex drive or a "heat cycle" or any other pseudo-justification to objectify and harass her. But he didn't see what that had to do with anything here?
But Blake, hesitantly, explained. "Eve kind of has a... really bad human fetish."
What? That wasn't- Eve Taurus was one of the most feared members of the White Fang! She had both masterminded and executed numerous acts of terrorism and sabotage, and she was the single most strident, militant voice in Sienna Khan's organization. Not to mention, Blake herself had told him most of this, and he'd spent a lot of time being a compassionate ear for her to unload and try to understand her life. She described how she grew more and more extreme until Blake couldn't follow her any longer. None of this added up to "human fetishist."
And none of it added up to the even more insane note Blake was leading up to. "And she might be... really weird about us, and might be..." her blush was redder than Ruby's cloak, "she might, um, solicit you."
What?
He stared blankly as Blake blushed. "I... I mean, it's better than if she tries to kill you, but... yeah. And that's why we can't tell my team. I don't want to have to explain it to Ruby, and-"
"And Yang would run with it like crazy, yeah."
She smiled up at him, "She's already bad enough about you and me, we sure don't need to give her any ammo."
Stroking her hair with one hand, he used the other to pull his beloved Blake closer into a hug. "It'll be alright. I'm sure we've just got to be smart about it, and we'll face her together, just like we've faced the White Fang before."
"You're the best," she murmured into his chest.
She was not a woman to be crossed.
Eve Taurus kept a list of everyone who had ever wronged her in her head, and she had a matching list of how she would repay the insult. The SDC. The government of Atlas. And Mistral. And Vale. Vacuo was also on there, though more to fill out the list than for a specific reason at the moment. Sienna Khan. Roman Torchwick and Cinder Fall. And the Belladonnas... she had a lot of anger towards the Belladonnas. Traitors, the lot of them. Ghira and Kali betraying the movement once they'd secured their own prestige, and their daughter, their treacherous, deceitful daughter... Eve had quite a few ideas how she would pay Blake back for her betrayal.
And she had a good sense of how deeply she had been betrayed. Ilia had done her job well. She had been shadowing Blake, documenting how far she'd fallen. Her "friendship" with humans, with a Schnee, no less, disgusted Eve to see it. The photos of the traitor laughing, enjoying herself, all while concealing her ears, her Faunus identity... if those girls knew who she really was, Eve knew they'd turn on her in a second.
Though there was one human who knew what she was hiding... an unsteady tremble came to her hands as she moved to a second set of photos she had had Ilia collect. A set she had to personally make sure Ilia handed over all the photos and not retained any of them. It seemed that Ilia had found a like-minded Faunus student, not a comrade in the movement, but an ally for this particular operation who had been subverted to their cause.
Eve hadn't yet met this "Velvet," knowing that she might be less inclined to cooperate if she knew she was helping a wanted terrorist, but from Ilia's description, she might be more a confederate than she realized. Steadying her hands, she started to flip through the photos of their highest-priority target. A target so dangerous, she had explicitly forbidden Ilia from directly following him. A target that needed to be studied closely. A target that had taken the love of Eve's life.
Jaune Arc.
They were good photos, candidly taken of the young Huntsman-in-training in a variety of situations. Him with his friends, him studying, him... working out... him in the... in the shower... h-his m-monstrous human c-cock on, mmm, display. She could see how he- how he'd corrupted Blake to his side. She could already feel the- the tendrils of his influence closing around her, and it took her iron willpower to resist succumbing to her basest, most craven desires. Gritting her teeth, she stuffed the photos back in their envelope.
A wily foe. This Jaune Arc was a true nemesis, the greatest threat to the White Fang the rest of the movement was yet unaware of. He needed to be taken down. Now. Unless it was... unless... was it already too late?
Perhaps this Velvet had already been subverted to another cause. His cause, and maybe... maybe he was leading them into a trap. Ilia... Ilia wouldn't be strong enough to resist. She lacked the strength to stand up to a human. Eve realized she had practically sent him a giftwrapped Faunus plaything, right into his clutches. And he'd soon- he'd soon break Ilia to his will, the little slut's obvious human fetish overwhelming her helpless little Faunus mind as she turned over her most closely guarded secrets as the h-human forced her to...
Eve could picture it perfectly, Blake and her human Master, tying Ilia down, mocking her for her presumptions, telling her she never had a chance when everyone could tell that she was just a helpless slut who couldn't help but fold at the first sight of human dick... at long, thick human cock with its musk of utter bliss and submission... enough to make her a docile little milk cow who-
N-no! She had to strike first! Ilia was lost, but Eve still had a chance! With fury boiling in her veins, she grabbed Wilt and Blush and checked on her scroll for the information of Ilia's contact. She might already be subverted, but none of them were expecting what Eve Taurus was capable of.
She had to act.
She had to act now.
Before she did something she could never come back from.
Blake poured over her notes, trying to piece together what was going on in Vale. If Eve was here, surely they were entering the next phase of Roman's plans... but Blake still didn't know what those plans were! None of it added up, from the absolutely incredible amount of dust they needed to why the White Fang felt the need to ally themselves with someone as low as Roman Torchwick. And... well, she couldn't help but think that maybe there was a very obvious reason that Eve was here.
Blake sighed as she remembered the later parts of their relationship. Sure, discovering that her girlfriend had a submissive side wasn't that surprising: Blake knew that being sexually submissive had no bearing on how Eve was as a leader, but she also knew that not everyone would see it that way, and so Blake had no problem keeping her girlfriend's secret. She rather liked it, in fact, knowing a thing about the fearsome Eve Taurus nobody else did. Even the human fetish, at first, had been understandable.
But then she just got too... weird with it. It was one thing to roleplay an arrogant, cruel human, but then it became clear that Eve was more than a little intrigued by the thought of the real thing, and worse, she was clearly trying to encourage Blake to imagine herself getting conquered by a big-dicked human stud...
Well, she thought with a grin, Eve hadn't been entirely wrong about that...
Dating Jaune had been a surprise. To her friends for sure, but also for herself. He wasn't anything like Eve, being nice and supportive and a great listener who didn't mind sitting with her and reading in the library for a long, quiet afternoon together. And in the bedroom... well, he was good enough that Blake had decided to allow him to collar her, even after everything she went through with Eve, so, yeah, Blake thought he was pretty good in the sack. Even if he could stand to be a little bit more dominant, especially when Blake clearly was into the submissive side of-
Her thoughts were interrupted as, suddenly, Velvet burst into the library. But unlike how she normally was, with her quietly nervous mien, she was openly flustered and panicked, and she'd have had to have been, to have willingly risked being shushed for making so much noise in the library. Her eyes met Blake's and she quietly rushed over, her ears practically twitching with nervous energy.
"Velvet?" she whispered, "What's wrong?"
But the rabbit Faunus could only bashfully lock her eyes to the floor "I- I'm sorry, Blake! I've been a bad, bad bunny!"
But the look Velvet was giving her, it was just so... so adorable, so meek and ashamed, that Blake couldn't resist the urge to hug the shy little bunnygirl and tell her everything was going to be alright. "It's okay, Velvet. You can tell me what happened. I promise, we'll make things right," she soothed.
And Velvet seemed to brighten a little at that. "Do- do you really mean it?"
"Of course." Velvet was such a little sweetie. She couldn't even remember why she always had a problem with this girl. "Just tell me what's wrong, and I can help."
"I... might have... accidentally helpedyourexgirlfriendkidnapJaunebutIdidn'tmeantoandI'msosorry?"
Blake blinked a little at that.
Wait, what happened with-
But then she was hit with a pair of big eyes and Velvet's cute little ears wilted and Blake couldn't remember why she would ever have a reason to be angry at her. "It's alright," she patted her on the back, "We'll just go find Jaune. I'm not mad at you at all, Vel."
"A-and you're not mad that I really, really want to sleep with your boyfriend?"
"Of course not," she soothed, "If you want to sleep with my- wait, no! Velvet, you have to stop-" but then she got another high-powered dose of adorable bunnygirl, and all Blake's objections seemed to dissipate, "Alright, I- I guess... you can, if Jaune... says it's fine."
"Yippee!" she cheered, only to cringe as she got shushed by the librarian.
Jaune never admitted it, but he was always a little anxious about dating Blake. He knew it was something he could talk to her about, and she'd understand, but he didn't want to put that weight on her, making her know that her boyfriend had anxieties because she was an ex-terrorist. He worried about her getting caught by the authorities, he worried about her former comrades, he worried about a lot of things.
But this was... not how he expected to be kidnapped by the White Fang.
For one, his captor was gorgeous. The masked redhead currently standing in front of him should be the most terrifying sight in his life. This was Eve Taurus---she probably knew a hundred ways to kill him, slowly, and was eager to try each and every one out on him! Jaune was dating her ex, except... well, that was why he wasn't able to focus so much.
Because the one thing Jaune didn't really know about Eve Taurus before she was standing right in front of him was how massive her tits were. And the fact that she and Blake used to be an item meant that, instead of picturing his imminent demise, he was picturing her and Blake together, and it was... a very alluring image.
But Jaune was trying to focus on the more pressing image of his very likely and very imminent and very painful and very messy execution, judging from the way Eve was gripping her sword as she paced around in front of him. But did she have to pace so... distractingly? Her breasts seemed to bounce and wobble with every step and Jaune, despite his best efforts, really couldn't help but stare! And then she glanced over---he'd been caught.
"Staring at my chest?" she sneered, "Shouldn't have expected more from dirty human filth like you, should I?"
"I- I didn't!" he stammered in a panic, "I didn't mean to-"
But she wasn't going to give him time to defend himself. "I bet you want to run your impure hands all over them, groping and squeezing my chest like I'm just some pleasure slave for your enjoyment, huh? Is that what you want? Huh!" She slammed the hilt of her sword against the wall, but while that very much caught Jaune's attention, he was very distracted by her other hand, which had started groping her chest. For emphasis, he had thought at first, but as she lewdly mashed her heavy tit, it wasn't clear what message she was trying to send.
"Mmmmm, I bet you think I'm just some big-titted cow," she moaned as she groped herself, "j-just a slutty Faunus whore d-desperate for your- your worthless," she snarled, but there really wasn't a lot behind it, "human c-cock."
This was not what he was expecting from any of this, least of all when Blake warned him she might proposition him. But... that was sort of exactly what was happening, so maybe that was more a failure of his imagination. "I don't... I don't think so? I'm sorry?" He really wished he had something better, or at least, less confused, to say.
But, and perhaps fortunately, she wasn't listening and kept right on talking, swinging her very large and very distracting chest in his face. "Because... you planned this. You planned this all along. You're not my prisoner. You knew, you knew that, once I took you, once I had you in my grasp, I wouldn't- wouldn't be able to resist! I would..." the sword slipped from her grasp, "w-would fall to my k-knees," and she did so, right in front of him, "your scent just... d-driving me... c-crazy... leaving me unable to... to..." and she unlatched and removed her mask.
And Jaune gasped.
She was gorgeous. Her face was sharp and angular, but her look was one of pure softness and desire. A cruel scar, the legacy of the SDC tragically marred her face, and it inspired a profound wave of sympathy in Jaune's heart. Before he even realized he was speaking aloud, he said, in an awed voice, "You're... beautiful..."
At that, she looked up, her eyes wide in disbelief. "Y-you think I'm... beautiful?"
And once again, before he could help himself, the side of Jaune Arc who could never stand to let someone suffer kicked in as he told the wanted terrorist, "You're beautiful, Eve," said with all the sincerity and reassurance he could muster, "you're an absolutely- oh!"
Jaune was interrupted as Eve ripped his pants right off and Jaune's semi-erect cock popped right out, happy to introduce himself to Eve Taurus and her worshipful gaze of wonder and adoration. "Please," she whined, eyes still fixed longingly at his cock, "p-please, I n-need it. I need it so bad. I'll be a good little Faunus slut, I promise, just... please..."
Which was, of course, the moment when Blake burst into the room, Gambol Shroud at the ready.
"Jaune! Are you-" and then realized what she was looking at. "Jaune, what the fuck?" she shrieked.
"I am being kidnapped!" Jaune protested, weakly, his dick getting even harder from Blake's arrival. "I am literally tied to a chair! I am not-"
"What the fuck!" was her eloquent response.
"I am uncomfortable with a lot of this, too!" he cried, "Mostly the kidnapping!"
"Oh, I would hope you're-"
"Blake-y," Eve giggled in a sing-song voice, "are you Master's little kittyslut? Do you, mmm, do you wanna share him like a good girl?" she asked as she nuzzled her cheek against his dick, a dick Jaune was trying to will back down with all his might, to no avail.
Blake gave Eve a look of pure, scandalized rage. "No, I do not want to share my boyfriend you fucking psycho! You're out of your..." and then she trailed off as her mind seemed to realize something. Something she really didn't want to realize, but, Jaune could tell, something she had apparently had no choice but to accept as true. She buried her face in her hands, "Jaune... fucking hell," she grit her teeth, "I need you to go ahead and... fuck her."
"What."
Jaune stared at her blankly (his eyes occasionally darting down to Eve as she stripped out of her clothes, revealing that, no, she was not wearing a bra, and her gravity-defying tits just seemed to bounce happily on their own).
"Fuck her... little... Faunus brains out so she can't... focus on terrorism," Blake growled through her teeth. "If you... mastered her... she couldn't be bad anymore."
"Evie's been a baaaaaaad girl," Eve giggled, "Needs her, mmmm, big, strong human Master to, mmmm," she ran her tongue up the length of his shaft, "teach her how to be goooooood."
Jaune looked at his girlfriend incredulously. "You're actually okay with-" but the livid glare she shot him told him everything he needed to know. Glancing down to Eve's eager, lustful desire, well... he couldn't really say he didn't want to have sex with Eve and, even if it was on a very shaky technicality, he did have permission...
She wasn't okay with this, not by any definition of "okay," but... she didn't have a choice. Eve was dangerous, hard as that might be to imagine right now. But Blake knew how quickly she could switch from loving to furious, and how terrifying that fury could be. While she wasn't happy that she was slobbering on her boyfriend's dick, using Eve's submissive kink against her could actually save both of their lives.
Blake moved behind Jaune, cutting him free from the chair. He looked over at his girlfriend, apologetic as her ex deep-throated his cock, but Blake's eyes were locked on the sight of Eve bobbing on his shaft. The sight of her, the once so powerful, so strong, so... cruel and demanding and intolerable Eve Taurus, who Blake had once fallen in love with, who made her life a living hell... seeing her so degraded set a fire in Blake's core, and she felt a wild thrill surge through her. Stroking Jaune's shoulder, she hissed at her ex, "Yeah, take it! Take his dick you fucking lunatic!"
And besides, just because this whole situation was completely insane didn't mean she couldn't enjoy it.
Eve moaned, wrapping her lips around Jaune's dick and lovingly sucking his dick. "Loving" was really the only word for it; Eve's face was alight with pure adoration and desire. It was enough to make Blake think that maybe, maybe Jaune could do more than just contain Eve and keep her from committing violence. Maybe... maybe this is what Eve wanted all along?
Blake remembered one time when Eve had breathlessly fingered her while fantasizing out loud about the two of them being captured by a human Master. Blake had thought the fantasy would be about them turning the tables, or, as she realized what Eve was really into, about being cruelly dominated by a human oppressor, but what really got Eve going, what made her fingers slam deep into Blake's snatch, was when she was talking about their human Master petting them, kissing them, brushing their hair, and making them feel cherished. And Jaune was pretty much the perfect Master for that.
But Jaune was also a perfect Master in other ways... ways that were making Blake wish she had her collar with her. Looking down on Eve as she aggressively pleasured her boyfriend's dick, Blake realized she really was starting to enjoy this. "Jaune," she purred seductively, rubbing his shoulders as he received an enthusiastic blowjob, "honey... I think there's something more this little Faunus whore could be offering you..." and her eyes narrowed as the wanton slut looked up at her, "Yeah, that's right you stupid cow. Get on all fours and show your Master that your body belongs to him."
Reluctantly, though unable to resist the command, Eve's lips slid off Jaune's dick with a pop, as she turned around, wriggling out of her pants and giving her wide hips and juicy booty a good shake. Blake helped her out of her panties, practically having to peel the soaked garment off of her. She gave her fat ass a smack for good measure and spread her wet pussy for Jaune's incredulous appreciation. "Go get her, babe," she smiled, "show this dumb cow who owns her."
"Mmmmm, ya, I'm just a dumb cow," Eve giggled, "need to be, heehee, need to be a good- OH! "
Jaune needed no further invitation and slid right into her and started forcefully slamming his dick into her wet pussy. Eve squealed, her boobs bouncing and shaking as every thrust pounded her pussy harder than anything Blake had ever done to her in their relationship. "This is what you want, huh?" he growled.
"Yes!" Eve screamed, "I wanna be treated like the horny cow I am! Like an arrogant Faunus slut who needs to be put in her- AH!"
Jaune gripped a handful of her long, red hair like reigns and cruelly pulled her head back as he spanked her ass with his other hand. Eve was going out of her mind, babbling incoherently as pleasure fried her mind and took her to orgasm after orgasm. She was a lewd little slut who'd been begging for someone to put her in her place, and Blake was delighted that Jaune was the one to finally do it.
"Rail this bitch, Jaune," she cheered, "fuck her senseless, break her on your cock and make her our little fuckpet!" Ok, she was really getting into it. It was just so hot to see Jaune being dominant and so rough and Blake couldn't help but get excited to see it. This was everything she thought her relationship was missing, and it was wonderful to see how easily Jaune took to dominating horny little Faunus girls.
And as Jaune reached his climax, a giggling, moaning Eve collapsed as he filled her up with his lovely cum. He looked at Blake with a satisfied smile... that quickly became sheepish as he realized that, even with her enthusiastic support, he'd kind of cheated on her. But Blake smiled back at him, walked over, and gave him a kiss.
"Way to save the day, hero," she teased, "I don't think Eve Taurus will be troubling the good people of Vale anymore." And beneath their feet, the vanquished Eve mumbled something incoherent, but agreeable.
Jaune just laughed, like he didn't quite believe what he'd just done. "I... you're incredible, Blake. I don't think there's anyone in the world who'd be so... understanding of this."
"Well," she asked, a teasing note in her voice, "I think there's a way you can make it up to me..." and then, as she pulled off her clothes, she lay down on the floor, playfully holding her hands up like paws. "Please... Master," she asked, shyly, legs spread, "Blakey wants to be your little sex kitten! Fuck me, too!"
Her boyfriend looked down on her with a look of pure love... and a re-hardening cock. Blake grinned, eagerly, wiggling her tight little pussy for her Master's approval. It didn't take much more encouragement for Jaune to start fucking her. And oh, it felt good. Jaune was a passionate lover and she knew he had stamina enough to take care of the both of them. She closed her eyes, lost in the rhythm of her boyfriend's pounding.
Suddenly, she felt a familiar pair of lips meet hers. Opening her eyes in surprise, Blake looked into Eve's eyes, sparkling with a love she had thought lost. And as Eve broke the kiss, she pulled away... only to push a heavy tit into Blake's mouth. She closed her mouth around a fat nipple, suckling and hoping that she still- yes! A spray of warm, sweet milk filled her mouth, and the combination of Eve's sexy tits and Jaune's rough fucking brought Blake to her first gleeful orgasm of the night.
"Cow!" Jaune barked, and Eve flinched, "Unlike you, Blake's been a good girl, so why don't you share with her some of the treat I gave you."
Eve giggled, and shifted, showing her pussy stuffed full of Jaune's sperm. And then she lowered her box to a slightly-dazed Blake's eagerly awaiting mouth. Licking a load of her boyfriend's tasty cream out of her ex's tight snatch was... oh it was so depraved but it just tasted so good! And as she passionately ate Eve out, she felt Jaune's thrusts get fiercer and swifter as he built up to giving her a load of her own.
As he came, it triggered another orgasm for Blake, the satisfied, and rather tired, cat Faunus, leaning back, looking to their sweet little cow, now obediently kneeling off to her side.
"You're a fucking psycho Eve... but you were damn right about humans. Now clean me up, pet."
And Eve gleefully got to work.
Eve struggled, but she simply had no strength to resist as her rabbit Faunus sister held her in place and brushed her long red hair.
"Mmm," she sighed as she admired her work, "I think I'm going to have Blake braid some ribbons into your hair. Won't that look nice? You'll look so cute, like a prize heifer."
Eve was aghast at that claim! S-she didn't want that at all! She d-didn't want to be a g-good cow who looked c-cute and would w-win her Master a blue ribbon at the county fair. D-didn't want to be all d-docile and a-admired; didn't wanna be a p-prize winning milk cow. But all she could do was moo in response, a deep, lustful sound that made Velvet smile.
"Aww, I knew you'd like that. What a good girl for Jaune."
She wanted to deny it, to tell Velvet that she hated it, but all she was allowed to do was moo. She was being punished for being naughty, and had lost speaking and standing on two legs privileges. Ilia, the little suck-up tramp, had already earned her talking privileges back and Eve just knew everything she was saying was just her way of gloating.
Not that she was saying much right now, because she'd also earned back Blake privileges, something Eve was not jealous of at all, certainly not seething as she watched Ilia bury her face between Blake's legs, Blake's delicate hands were entwined in Ilia's hair, driving her face deeper into her pussy. It just wasn't fair! Eve knew she'd been bad, but it wasn't fair that she was always in trouble. She wanted to be a good girl, she wanted Master to pet her and tell her she was a good cow, and then she and Blake could serve him together...
She sniffled, and Velvet stroked her hair reassuringly. "There, there," she cooed, "you've just got to wait a little bit longer. Jaune's very forgiving, and I'm sure he knows that you feel so terrible about being such a naughty girl."
She calmed as Velvet pet her. Velvet had been a good girl, like Blake, who hadn't forgotten her place and so she got to boss around Eve and Ilia until they weren't bad anymore. But Velvet was nice and liked to pet and kiss them and make them look pretty for Master... but Blake still had to punish them for being bitchy White Fang soldiers instead of good Faunus pets.
Eve cringed, thinking of all the terrible things she'd said about Master before she'd been broken. It was so silly for a cow like her to even have a will in the first place, she should have realized it'd break on the first encounter with a powerful, virile human like Master.
And on that pleasant thought, the door opened and Master entered.
She, Ilia, and Velvet knelt down on all fours, eyes respectfully lowered and collars proudly on display, while Blake went forward to give Master a kiss. Eve sighed enviously. She was so lucky to be Master's girlfriend, and allowed to act like she was almost as good as a human. She heard the sound of their kiss, and imagined, briefly, that it was her who was the favorite. But, she realized, she was being naughty, having thoughts above her station, and would have to tell Master about this later. She hoped he'd spank her until her little slut mind stopped being so naughty, so she could be good for him!
"Having fun with Ilia?" Master asked Blake, teasingly. Eve looked up, knowing it was forbidden, that she was not to look upon her betters without permission, but the thought of mmmm getting spanked by Master was just too tempting!
Blake cast her eyes down. "I needed to work out some frustrations," she admitted.
"Oh?" Master asked, laying a comforting hand on her shoulder. He was so sweet and concerned for them. She was lucky to have the best Master ever! "What's wrong?"
"...my mom called," she said with a blush. Eve's eyes went wide, imagining Kali Belladonna seeing her in her... mmm, seeing what a good girl Eve was being... all docile n' cute... "It wasn't bad, she's just... a lot. And... she'll be visiting and... she wants to meet you."
Master's eyes boggled, but Eve could very much picture him enjoying meeting Kali. "She- she knows you have a boyfriend?"
"She knows I have a boyfriend, she knows it's you, and I'm almost certain this is Yang's fault."
She gave a weak laugh at that, and Master pulled her into his strong arms. Stroking her hair, he whispered, "Do you want to talk about it, or," and his voice took on a commanding growl, "do you need some more stress relief?"
Blake blushed, realizing exactly how he meant for her to relieve that stress. "You're lucky I find this super-hot," she grumbled, but Eve looked at her---and her collar---with a knowing smile as the four Faunus girls lined up, placing their wet, needy pussies on display for their rightful human Master.
Just as they should be.
"In here, hurry!"
Jaune scrambled down the hallway, following the Happy Huntress fighter he'd been partnered with. From the noise behind him, Atlas troops clearly knew they were around here somewhere, and a fight against the army would bring in the Ace-Ops, and Jaune didn't think that he and... Fiona, he was pretty sure her name was, would have a great shot against even one of Atlas's top Specialists, and they'd probably come as a team.
This whole thing... oof, things had gotten bad all at once! Qrow and Robyn had been taken when Ironwood declared Martial Law, and now he and the rest of his friends were fugitives, throwing their lot in with the now-leaderless Happy Huntresses as they fought the injustice of Ironwood's turn to tyranny. It felt like they were outnumbered, outgunned, and outplanned everywhere they turned, and right now, with him and this sheep Faunus fleeing troops who'd intercepted them as they were picking up supplies for the cause, well, it really seemed hopeless.
But Fiona knew Mantle like the back of her hand. She'd mentioned, once, that she had to learn the ins and outs of the city to deal with racial hostility. But in fleeing from an angry mob, she had met Robyn, who'd shown her that Mantle could be her home too, and that Robyn wouldn't stop fighting until it was. Inspiring stuff, really, made him wish he was a leader like Robyn, who could inspire her team to fight on, even while she was imprisoned.
He followed behind her, racing through a narrow turn of back alleys and ducking inside buildings, until she led him to a door. "Can we hide here?" he asked.
"I- I don't know," she confessed, "I was hoping to lose them in the alleys, but it's our only option now."
"Alright," he said, resolutely, "Let's hope for the best."
The door was unlocked, a good sign, except... the room itself wasn't much hope. It was a storage closet, really, and his Huntsman's experience and tactical mind told him this was not a good hiding spot. Too many sight lines, except for that one nook by the door, that wouldn't fit-
"Over here," he whispered, grabbing Fiona and directing her into the nook. Like he thought, they couldn't both fit in it, not easily, but as he heard a soldier call out, "I think they went this way!" he knew they had to take a chance. And so, he tried to slip into the nook as well.
Fiona was surprised, but the shorter woman's face was now pushing against his chest as he did everything he could to push the both of them into the wall. He was pressed against her, pushing her as far into the wall as he could. She squeaked a little, and Jaune did all he could not to focus on how soft she felt, or the way he could feel her breathing. It was an awkward situation, but they could not afford to get caught. She gasped, softly, and he gave her an apologetic look, but he didn't have a choice. He had to press further, to not leave any trace of him visible as he heard the footsteps come closer.
He held his breath, pressing even further in, hearing her soft gasp and feeling her softer body against his as he held her tight against the wall. Ulk! Did she have to... squirm like that? She was so close, he could smell lilacs from her hair and damnit, she felt so soft against- no! He had to focus! Focus!
He was trying to think unsexy thoughts, thinking about boring things like where everybody was in their duty rotation or if he reminded Nora to handle Magnhild's maintenance, but urgh, that made him think of Nora and how this morning she stripped off her shirt to ask Jaune if he thought one of her boobs was bigger than the- UNSEXY THOUGHTS! He thought of his parents (please, please, please, don't awaken anything), he thought of Cardin (double that on the "don't awaken" urge), and when all that failed, he thought about the Grimm.
Yes, that would work. The Grimm. Evil, unthinking, completely unsexy monsters that slaughtered whole villages and devoured humans, all in service to the wicked Salem's ruthless plans to crush them all underfoot. She would capture Jaune and step on him like a- FUCK!
Finally, fortunately, he heard the footsteps trail off. He waited a second, unwilling to risk it, then he slumped backwards, exhaling. He looked apologetically to his companion, still against the wall, stunned. That was... quite a bit more physical contact than he ought to have had with a fellow member of the Resistance.
"Y-you're very strong, Mr. Arc."
He turned to her, blushing from the compliment, but then he froze. She had a very peculiar look on her face. "I'm sorry," he apologized, "I didn't mean to get so much, um, into your personal space?"
"I'm sure you could make it up to me," she said, getting even closer to him.
He... wasn't sure what to make of that, not in the least. He really wasn't used to girls trying to get into his personal space at all, no one other than Yang, but this wasn't... didn't seem like teasing. Especially as she got even closer, close enough that he could once again smell the scent of lilac from her hair.
"Mmm..." she traced a finger up his chest, "you're very strong."
Gods, she was pretty. Jaune spent all his time around beautiful women but this level of attention, and the look she was giving him... it was really driving him crazy!
"Fiona," he tried to sound stern, but he really only came off as a whine, "we really can't be doing this right now."
"I'm sorry, am I being a baa-aa-aad girl?" she bleated, then giggled. "Please Mr. Arc, this lost little lamb is just so scared... she needs someone to, mmm, hold her... like you did against the wall..."
Oh, he was thinking of doing something stupid. This was something really stupid, something, "You-were-being-chased-by-the-army-and-you-did-WHAT" stupid, hell, it was something Nora would call stupid. But dammit all...
He really fucking wanted to do it.
She liked how strong he was, huh? He clasped his hands around her waist and lifted her up as she squealed in delight and he roughly shoved her against the wall. She gasped, her heart clearly racing, as he forcefully yanked her pants and panties down in one move. "We don't have time," he growled.
"Oh, M-Mr. Arc, you're such a- oh! "
He had been doing everything he could while pressed against her to not allow himself to get an erection. He had tried so damn hard to keep it down, and now that she'd made it clear she wanted it, Jaune felt no conflict in whipping his dick out at full mast. From the look on her face, it was a lot more than she was expecting, and Jaune grinned to see that look of surprise, amazement, delight... and a little touch of fear.
Grabbing her under her arms, he lifted her up, marveling at how small and light she was in his arms, then impaled her on the length of his dick. She opened her mouth, silently, unable to articulate words or even make sounds as he easily pushed into her tight, wet snatch. "Oh- oh, oh, Ohhhhhhhh," she finally struggled out... and then Jaune started thrusting into her.
His forceful, powerful thrusts sent her lust-addled mind beyond all thoughts of safety and self preservation. "Oh! It's so good!" she cried, too loudly for sense, but Jaune really didn't care, not with how tight her pussy felt wrapped around his dick while he fucked her against the wall. "Keep fucking me! K-keep f-fucking meeeee!" And then she cried out, "Oh, Juan!"
"Oh, Juan, yes, yes, exactly, yes! JUAN!"
Well, he couldn't really complain that she got his name wrong here, could he? So with a stifled chuckle, he went back to work, satisfying the girl eagerly writhing on his cock. Bouncing her up and down against the wall, he loved the feeling of her nails digging into his shoulder and his back, her legs wrapping around him tighter and tighter, as her voice got higher and she was surely building towards an explosive climax.
Her legs tightened, so tight, he struggled to move against her, but then, with a sudden, desperate jerk, she came, a long, lewd moan practically oozing out of her. As she came, her strength slacked... and no longer supporting herself as well as she should, her weight shifted down on his cock. Her mouth opened in surprise, as Jaune enjoyed the pleasure of fitting even deeper inside her. As he thrust, she struggled to remain upright, to keep focused as she went slack in his arms. Her orgasm had taken all of her strength with it, and she was little more than his plaything now. But there was one part of her that was still going strong. Her pussy, charged by her orgasm, seemed to be desperate for his. It milked him, tightly squeezing around his shaft, eager for him to finally- to finally, ugh! It- was- too- MUCH!
He came, spurting into her as her eyes rolled up and her tongue lolled. She made a long, "Ohhhhhhhhh" as she leaned forward into his chest. It had taken a lot out of him, and Jaune was surprised by how much of his energy seemed to depart as he came inside her, but he'd really thrown Fiona for a loop. Her eyes fluttered as she struggled to put words together. Jaune shushed her, soothingly, and gently lay her down on the floor, where she mumbled something appreciative, and then fell asleep.
He shouldn't have let her do that, he already knew. They were still in hostile territory, and while the search party had passed them by (and their lustful cries had, thankfully, not attracted any attention), he wouldn't want to assume they were out of the woods yet. And every additional moment they spent in this place was another risk they were running.
But, looking down at his sleepy sheep, Jaune figured, they could probably afford to wait a few more minutes. To really give them some time for the troops to clear out. He took off his hoodie, draping it over her as a makeshift blanket, and settled down next to her, hearing her murmur in contentment as he ran his fingers through her curly hair.
Boy, he really had no idea how he'd explain why they were so late to get back.
She hummed a happy tune as she brushed her hair before bed. Today had been quite a few things Fiona had never expected, but she had to admit: it had been good! And right now, where things were dark and Robyn was still missing and every day they were only surviving by the skin of their teeth? She really needed good things.
Juan was a good thing. She could still feel him, in her sore hips and... other places, making her giddy and bright even when everyone around her was grim and sober. She tried to conceal it as best she could, but it was really hard to! She and Juan had both agreed, it would be difficult to explain this to their comrades right now, and besides, a quick hookup after a tense moment didn't mean they were dating. They should probably figure out what they were to each other, but, Fiona thought, if he was this good, she wasn't really inclined to let him go after only a taste!
Joana glanced at her, a wry grin on her face. "So..." she asked, conversationally, "how good was he?"
"W-What?" she stammered. "I-I don't know what you mean, I didn't-"
"Oh, really?" May cut in, her own grin as wide and vicious as Joana's, "You and Jaune disappear and you come back-"
"Wait, what?"
May laughed, "Come on, you disappeared for over an hour with Jaune and you came back looking like the cat that swallowed the canary: two and two together, you got some, girl!"
But Fiona didn't hear half of that sentence. "Jaune."
"Yeah," she said, confused, "Tall, blonde, bad hair, with the sword and board style?"
"Jaune," she echoed.
"Oh, gods!" Joana seemed to pick up her meaning, though not in the way Fiona would have hoped. "You didn't know his name?"
"I- I didn't, I mean," she protested, "I was close!"
Joana gave her a pitying look that left her crushed. "That... doesn't exactly make it better."
"It's old Valean for 'yellow,'" May helpfully added, "Those Beacon kids are color-coded and all, makes it easy to remember for me." Then she paused. "Um, what did you call him, though?"
"...Juan."
The looks on her friends' faces told her that she'd really fucked up.
"Oh gods," she wailed, "he's never going to want to see me again!"
But before she could completely fall apart in a panic, May grabbed her by the shoulders and forced Fiona to look her in the eye. "Listen: did you fuck him good?"
Furiously blushing from the bluntness of the question, but compelled to answer, Fiona stammered, "Y-yes? I think so?"
May smiled. "Then you're fine, Fiona. You got laid, he got laid, it was good sex, who cares if you didn't really know who he was. You could have called him 'Jacques' and he'd probably be fine with it."
"Don't call him that, though," Joana suggested, "That would be extremely awkward."
"I- I'll keep that in mind," she blushed. "But... thanks."
She appreciated her friends, her comrades. They were her allies in more than just the fight for Mantle. And they were right: if they had good sex, they should definitely see about having more of it. She'd ask Juan--- Jaune, she corrected---out, get dinner together, see how compatible they were outside of terrifying moments and, maybe, if the date went well, she could... lead him through some back alleys, find a secluded spot, but not so secluded that she would have to keep quiet, so that she would feel the adrenaline, the risk of being caught? Oh, Fiona thought as she tried not to squirm, she was going to like dating Jaune.
So it wasn't the worst idea in the world.
Jaune needed to work on his self-confidence. He wasn't a bad fighter anymore. Pyrrha knew from their nights spent together sparring that he reasonably should be able to best some of his peers. And he always make a good showing against Grimm, and he was proving to be just as much a capable leader as anyone could expect of a Beacon team leader. It's just... in the sparring ring, he, inevitably, choked. When he felt weak, he became weak. But when he felt strong...
She flipped the coin in her hand, catching it in midair with her semblance. It glittered in the light. An unorthodox strategy, but if they just had to get Jaune to stop his negative pattern of bad thoughts, hypnosis was an option. And while Pyrrha wasn't exactly an experienced hypnotherapist, she'd found a book on the subject in the library and it seemed simple enough. She simply had to put him into a suggestible state to try to speak directly to those fears. And, while he was-
"So!" Nora burst in from behind her, breaking her concentration and causing the coin to tumble to the floor. "You're hypnotizing the Fearless Leader! You know," she added dryly, "you can just ask him out. Don't have to make him your personal loveslave or-"
"That's- that's not what I'm doing!" Pyrrha cried, "I mean it! It's entirely therapeutic and hypnosis doesn't work that way! "
Nora gave her a sly grin. "You're telling me that when you have Jaune-Jaune out like a light and saying 'Yes, Mistress, I'll do anything you say,'" she said in a dull, zombified voice, "You're not gonna jump on that opportunity to make him realize he totally wants to tap this?" And Pyrrha yelped as Nora slapped her on the butt.
"Nora! That hurt!" she scolded. But she felt she wasn't so much responding to the slap as she was for Nora's words.
She didn't like to admit it, but, yeah, she'd been thinking about that. A lot. She'd initially started thinking of just taking the opportunity to bite the bullet and ask Jaune what he thought about her. To put him in a state where she could get the truth and make him forget she'd asked it. But then, she couldn't help but think about what else she could ask... or suggest. Like... maybe convince him that going after Weiss was a waste of time? And that there might be somebody closer to him who would never turn him down? O-or just help him realize that he was already in love with her? Totally in love with her?
She told herself she'd just be helping along what was already there, that it was nothing more than a helpful nudge, that hypnosis couldn't make someone think things they didn't already, in some way, want, but Pyrrha knew that wasn't what she really wanted. She thrilled at the thought of that power, that total, absolute power over someone like that. To not be able to trust your own mind because you've turned it over to another. She could make Jaune forget all about Weiss and only have eyes for her. Surely, she told herself, he wasn't that weak willed, but, then again... this was Jaune. All she had to do was soften his mind a little, then say a few words, and then she could have him, she could own him... she had to stifle a whimper at the thought as she gathered her book and her coin for what she was about to do.
"I, uh, I don't get it?"
Pyrrha sighed. They were on the rooftop following a training session that Jaune had done surprisingly well on. She blamed her own distraction, and she was a little annoyed---had she really kicked his ass, he'd be much more open to trying a crazy scheme to get better.
"It's a meditative practice. Hypnosis can be useful for breaking down mental preoccupations, like your self-confidence issues. It's not mind control," she laughed, a little too forced, "just an altered state of consciousness."
He looked a little uncertain, but then seemed to make up his mind. "Alright. If this is what you think is best, Pyr, I trust you."
She thrilled to hear that, little bolts of excitement shooting all the way down from the head to her toes. But, she reminded herself, she had to be calm and disciplined if she was going to pull this off. She produced the coin and, levitating it in the air, moved it in front of Jaune's face. "Just watch the coin, Jaune. Keep your eye focused only on the coin and listen only to my words."
"O-Ok," he stammered.
"Watch the coin... watch the coin..."
"Do you have to say things like that?" he asked.
Pyrrha was about to get huffy, but reminded herself to stay in the zone. Jaune's eyes were still locked on the coin floating in front of him. "I want you to relax, Jaune. I want you to let the coin fill your vision and take away all your worries..."
"O... k? I'm... watching."
Her heart thrilled a little as Jaune slightly slurred his words. "That's it, that's exactly it," she encouraged, "You want to keep watching the coin. Keep your eyes on the coin and only the coin... You're hearing my voice and it's so very... very... soothing..."
"Soothing..."
"Very good. Yes... soothing... you're going into a trance, Jaune. A deep, hypnotic trance..."
He yawned, which gave Pyrrha a rapturous moment of joy. "Goin' in... to a trance..."
"Yes Jaune, you're in a trance now, and you're very open to my words. Everything I say is the truth."
"Yes... truth..."
"Jaune, listen to my words. My words are the truth and you know they're true because you can't resist them. Okay?"
"True... can't... resist..."
Oh, he should not have said that.
Pyrrha took a moment to collect herself and let her face cool down. "My words are helping you, Jaune. They're true and good and you like hearing my voice because my words are true."
He mumbled in response, but it sounded like agreement.
Good. Now, time to see if this could actually achieve the other reason she was even doing this, the one that wasn't "completely soak Pyrrha's panties," the official one. "You're a good Huntsman, Jaune. A good fighter and a strong one. You've practiced for so long and you've worked out so much that you can win. "
"Yeah..." Jaune sighed, "Good... fights... gonna win..."
Pyrrha smiled, and had him repeat those lines a few times, making sure that her partner knew that he was a strong, confident Huntsman, that he could win whatever he set his mind to. It was time to bring him out of the trance, to wake him up and hope for the best. But she... couldn't. She couldn't be finished just yet.
"D-" the words stuck in her throat. She had entranced her partner, she'd gotten this far, and yet, she couldn't say this one stupid word! The look on his face, so- so blank! And open! She was almost panting, she had to say these stupid- "DOYOULIKEME!" she finally bolted out.
The silence in response filled her with dread. Maybe he didn't understand what- "Not... good enough..."
Her heart caught in her throat. "I- I'm not..." she was tearing up, "I'm not good enough?"
"I'm not good enough... not good enough for you... can't... even think of it... I'll never be good enough... for you..."
And then Pyrrha's eyes were tearing up for a different reason. "Oh, Jaune..." she sighed, feeling chastened for her perverse intent, then gathered her composure. "Jaune, I'm going to take you out of this trance. All you are going to remember is how relaxed you felt, but starting tomorrow, you are going to feel confident in your abilities. You're a capable Huntsman, and you can prove it in a fight." Jaune gave a sleepy nod of acknowledgement. She should have stopped there and brought him out of the trance, but something, something about what just happened compelled her to add, "A-and you are good enough! Um, g-good enough for me. Okay?"
Jaune was still for a moment. But then he nodded, and Pyrrha brought him out of his trance.
Yatsuhashi's blade swept low, coming in on a fast slice towards his leg. It was a hell of a sword, and Jaune did not want to get caught by it.
Fortunately, he already knew he wouldn't.
He did a side flip over the blade, and, using his momentum, spun his leg into a kick, sending the big man staggering back. But Jaune pushed his advantage, charging his foe with his shield up and sword ready. Yatsuhashi managed to catch the assault, but Jaune wasn't coming in for a strike---this was a shove, and already off balance, Yatsuhashi tumbled backwards. Ring out.
Far from being upset by his defeat, Yatsuhashi gave a booming laugh. "An impressive move!"
Jaune shrugged as he reached over to help his opponent back up. "Learned it from Pyrrha," and shot his partner, watching in the stands, a wink. "Want to keep going?"
Yatsuhashi laughed. "Oh, I know not to try to keep up with your stamina. A good match, Jaune---I can't say I've ever seen you fight so fluidly!" And with that, they shook hands.
He had expected Pyrrha to come bounding down the stairs to congratulate him---Yatsuhashi was a damn tough fighter, and while Jaune mostly benefited from some overconfidence he couldn't expect in a rematch, a win was a win. But Pyrrha, he saw, was still seated. Frozen in her seat, really, blushing furiously.
So he came over to her, a little swagger in his step. Not the false bravado he used to have, no, he wasn't trying to look like Cardin. Jaune just knew that he'd won a tough fight, right in front of a rather pretty girl, and he'd suddenly had a moment of realizing, hey, might as well shoot his shot. Something told him she wasn't as out of his league as he might think.
"So," he said, standing over her as her eyes shot to the floor, "You enjoy the match?"
"It was... very well done," she answered quietly, "E-especially the side flip. V-very well executed."
"What can I say," he said with a yawn that was more an excuse to flex, "I learned from the best. "Hey," he added, casually, "how do you feel like you and me head back to the dorms, talk a little more... private?"
Pyrrha was completely silent at that. Had completely stopped moving, too. Well, not true, she seemed to be... vibrating? Well, well, well, Jaune thought, seemed he had a fish on the line. He reached down to help her up. "Here, let me help you out there, you can hold on to my arm if you feel your legs getting a little woozy."
She clung to his arm the whole walk back, and if Jaune felt he was walking with a strut before, hoo boy, he had one now. Yang had shot him finger guns, Ruby somehow had a pennant that said "Arkos" which... raised questions, but even Blake had given him a little smirk as he passed her by. And Weiss seemed to blush furiously as they walked by. Who she was jealous of, he wasn't sure, but he was damn happy to see her jealous either way.
At the dorm, he guided her to her bed and sat right down next to her. Pyrrha had a look of shocked disbelief on her face, but, Jaune figured, he could give her a better look with a little work. He gave her a little smoulder, and whether or not he was any good at it, he wasn't sure---but he did know it sure worked on Pyrrha. Now he had to-
"Hold on a minute..." Jaune said as he noticed something glint on Pyrrha's bedside table. "What's this..."
He picked up the coin and Pyrrha snapped to life, trying to snatch it out of his hand.. "Uh, Jaune, that's just-"
"The coin from last night?" He held it up in the light, admiring how it sparkled. How it caught Pyrrha's eye... and that gave him an idea. He chuckled as he stood, "You know... we could have some fun with this."
Pyrrha went pale. "I- I don't-"
But he was already holding the coin up, letting it sparkle and dance as her eyes got big and struggled to look away.
"N-no! Jaune, wait-"
"You want to look into the coin, Pyrrha," he said, patiently, "You can already feel your eyes getting drawn into the way it sparkles in the light."
"J-Jaune, I don't want to-"
Jaune just smiled. "Don't want what, Pyrrha? Don't want to find yourself falling deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper into the sound of my voice, deeper and deeper into the coin?"
"D-don't want... deeper and deeper..." She was hooked now.
"That's right Pyrrha. Look into the coin and sink deeper and deeper for me."
Her eyes became glassy as her voice became softer. "Sink... deeper and... deeper..."
"That's a good girl."
"Good... girl..." but then her eyes seemed to regain some of their fire, "W-wait, n-no, I... I don't..."
"Pyrrha," he addressed her warmly, "You know you can't resist me. You've always been a weak little girl on the inside."
"N-no... not... weak..."
"But Pyrrha... you want to be. You want to be soft and delicate and warm. You want someone to take all those responsibilities away and let your mind get soft and empty as you hand yourself over to someone else."
Her eyes clouded beautifully. "Yes... want to be... soft... happy... empty..."
He smiled. For so long, he'd thought of Pyrrha as so unapproachably superior to him that he couldn't even fantasize about her. But then... well, something made him realize that she was Pyrrha, just Pyrrha, his friend and partner, a girl just like him.
With all the weaknesses that implied.
"You want to be a weak little girl for me. You want to keep going further into this trance."
"I want to... be weak... go further into... this trance..."
"But the only way you can do that... is if you give yourself over to me."
"Give myself..." she moaned, "to you ..."
Jaune was very pleased to hear how obviously aroused Pyrrha was, without him even needing to command it. Perhaps the girl was a closeted hypnofetishist. It'd explain why she was so quick to suggest hypnosis to help him. She'd probably been hoping for this outcome the whole time.
"You're a very good girl, Pyrrha. A very good girl."
She sighed contentedly. "Wanna be... good girl..."
"And good girls like being in a trance"
"Yah... love it..."
"It's so hard to think, isn't it, Pyrrha?"
Her voice took on a desperate whine, "S-so haaaaaard... "
"You just want to give it all up, don't you? Let someone else tell you what to think, so you can just focus on how good it feels to obey. "
"Y-yeah," she panted, "Good to... obey..."
"Good girls are mindless, Pyrrha, they let their Master think for them."
"Mindless... let you... think for me..."
"Good girls are obedient, Pyrrha, they do as their Master tells them."
"Gonna-" she giggled, "gonna be so good, for Master, so obedient..."
"Good girls are slaves, Pyrrha, they serve their Master's every desire."
"Oh, yessssss, " she sighed, "wanna... I wanna serve youuuuuu."
Seeing his peerless partner, now so mild and needy gave Jaune a surge of self-confidence. If he could reduce the Invincible Girl into his little pet, well, what couldn't he achieve?
"You're my little fuckdoll, aren't you?"
"Yesssss... Oh, yes, Master..." she moaned, "I'm your mindless, obedient, little fuckdoll... I'm your mindless, obedient little fuckdoll..." she chanted it like a mantra, "I'm your mindless, obedient, little fuckdoll..."
"Good girl, goooood girl..." Jaune soothed as Pyrrha sighed in appreciation, "Now, when I take you out of this trance, you'll wake up, and realize that everything I've told you is the absolute truth and that you can't wait to serve me."
As he brought her out of her trance, her eyes opened slowly, taking a few seconds to focus. But as she realized she was looking at Jaune, a smile immediately began to light up her face. "Hello Master," she sighed, "how may your mindless, obedient little fuckdoll serve you?"
Jaune smiled and pointed.
With a giggle, Pyrrha scrambled forward, eagerly unlatching his belt and pulling his pants down, and gasping with appreciation as his erection proudly sprang forward. "Oh my, Master," she said, a hand to her mouth, "is this... for me?"
He looked down on her. "If you ask nicely, it could be."
Rubbing her cheek against his cock, "Oh, Master, please, please Master, let your humble slave suck your perfect cock. Just looking at it reminds me how mindless and empty I am without your cock in my mouth, in my-" she gasped in arousal, "oh! in my pussy, in my ass, wherever Master wants me, however Master wants me, I just need to pleasure his cock because I'm too silly and mindless to want anything else!"
Wow. Maybe he was on to something with the whole "closet hypnofetishist" theory. He grinned, "Seems you understand your role perfectly. I guess I could give you a little reward..."
"Oh, thank you thank youthanky-ulgkh!" her thanks had been cut off as she engulfed his dick, eagerly running her lips up and down his length and letting her tongue dance over and around his head. Jaune had never had a blowjob before, had never really had anything more than some over-the-clothes heavy petting, and despite his newfound self-confidence, he found he was not prepared for a gorgeous woman eagerly sucking his cock. Just the way her long, red ponytail bobbed and danced as she- Oh!
With a messy slurp, Pyrrha swallowed his load entirely. She looked up with a sticky smile, "Did I do good?" she asked, with a little bit of a teasing note that was unmistakably Pyrrha.
He smiled. "Oh, you did very good."
She nuzzled his deflating cock, giving it a light train of kisses. "I'm so glad you hypnotized me into being your obedient fuckdoll, Master," she said with a pleasant sigh, "I've wanted to be yours for so long, so very, very long, but I just never had the self confidence to just ask you out."
He looked down at her, tenderly, as he stroked her hair. She felt she needed self confidence? Like... like he did? It was almost impossible to believe! As insistently as that little voice in his mind told him he was good enough for Pyrrha, he had to take it with a firm grain of salt: she was Pyrrha. And she... she... had been wanting him? And... he couldn't make her do anything she didn't really want to... Jaune realized that there was something more going on than just confidence. "Would you, um... would you like to lie on the bed together and cuddle?"
She looked at him, her emerald eyes sparkling in adoration. "I'd love to."
Slowly, ever so carefully, Jaune lined up his move. He had to do this right. His years as a bodyguard had taught him to keep a cool head under pressure, but this was not the sort of thing he was used to. Still, he had his instructions, and he carried them out as he carefully inserted the pushpin into the wall and, to his eye, it was dead even with the other side. The banner, proclaiming "Happy Birthday!" was successfully hung.
His employer had the money to hire lavish decorations and to make the event a whole thing, but Ms. Schnee was insistent: family birthdays were family only. Well, family and Jaune, though he knew his role was still that of bodyguard rather than a family member. Still, Ms. Schnee insisted he be a part of the celebration---he'd been in their lives for so long, after all. Such a long time. This day always seemed to send him down memory lane, though. Yes, it was Weiss's birthday, but it was also the anniversary of when everything changed.
It had been eight years ago, when he'd only been working for the Schnee family for not even a full year. He'd rescued the younger daughter from an attempted kidnapping, really more "right place at the right time," but, evidently, Ms. Schnee had been impressed by his moves and had hired him as her personal bodyguard. Perhaps, he thought with a chuckle, that bossy nine year old Weiss had had a role in his hiring---she had a way of, once she'd set her mind to something, digging her heels in until she got what she wanted.
But it was Weiss's tenth birthday party, and it was quite a to-do. Stressful, he knew, he was already Ms. Schee's closest confidant even that early in his employment, but she was simply so excited to give Weiss a wonderful birthday party. He remembered the excitement, the way he'd practically become Weiss's appointed babysitter as Weiss and Willow both seemed to almost become a live wire of pure anticipation. And the party had, from his perspective, largely gone off without a hitch!
And then... he had realized why everything had gone so well. Jacques wasn't there. Jacques, Ms. Schnee's arrogant, status-obsessed husband missed the party entirely and came home late to his furious wife. Jaune never learned exactly what had been said, but that night, Ms. Schnee and her husband had an exchange of words that had shattered their marriage. Jaune had never liked Jacques, with his obsession with control and the way he seemed to view his family, particularly his daughters, as though they were just tools for his own advancement. And when Ms. Schnee came to him that night, sobbing and totally defeated, he knew that his job was to protect her, and there was only one way to do that.
He listened to her, stood by her, and encouraged her to get a divorce. Every step of the way, he was there for her. When Jacques threatened to take the kids, Jaune had reassured her that he was just trying to intimidate her. When he started having her followed, Jaune called in a favor from some of his old friends from Vale to coordinate a counter-intelligence operation. She'd taken Jacques to court, and she'd both won her divorce and full custody of her kids.
It hadn't been as dramatic as some of his duties, but he considered it a proud moment of protecting his client. And now he noticed her out of the corner of his eye, admiring the party decorations he had set up. He turned to her with a smile, only to see that she seemed to be upset. "What's wrong, Low?" he asked.
"Winter's home," she said, miserably.
Jaune cocked an eye. He liked Winter, ever since he'd gotten past her military-precision persona and met the young woman beneath it. And it was rare to get to see her, being a top-ranked Specialist in the army. So he asked, "What's wrong with that?"
She leaned forward and buried her face in his chest. "I'm so fucking horny," she confessed, and Jaune smiled, giving her a sympathetic pat on the back.
Yes, it was unprofessional, but Jaune and Willow had carried out a secret affair from literally the moment the divorce was finalized. She'd signed the last paper, put it in the mail, and then pulled Jaune into a kiss he did not at all see coming.
His school friends back in Vale had always made fun of him for being dense as hell.
But he wasn't about to fumble the pass, even if it was unexpected. It had been a wild, passionate night of lovemaking, followed by a romantic morning in each others' arms. They'd resolved then to keep it a secret. For the time being, for propriety. Partially because they didn't want to put her children through another big change so soon, but also because there were still some legal concerns. Even if Jaune hadn't realized Willow's feelings, anything that might give Jacques a hint of infidelity could give him grounds to come back with a vengeance. But then they just... kept on being secretive. Even after Jacques had passed (an idiotic attempt to regain power failed when his partnership with a disgraced former military scientist turned ugly), the two of them continued their "affair" in total secrecy.
Oh, Jaune was sure people knew, they had to at this point, but, well, if the naughty thrill of a secret relationship made his Willow happy, he was more than happy to just be the bodyguard in public and her lover in private.
But the two of them had to break apart as they heard the sound of the front door opening. Willow lit up, and took off like a shot, wanting to be the first to see the birthday girl.
By the time Jaune had gotten there, Willow had already pulled her daughter into a choking hug. Weiss struggled against her mom's affections, but, Jaune figured, she probably didn't really hate it. And it was cute to see how affectionate Willow was, like she was trying to make up for their long years of family drama.
"Hail to the conquering hero," Jaune saluted, "Beacon's going well, I hope?"
Weiss looked away with a huff. "It's going fine," she said, curtly.
Jaune didn't have the closest relationship with Weiss. Well, that wasn't true. He once had one, from when he first rescued her till she hit her moody teenage years. She used to follow him around everywhere, asking him a million questions about everything and demanding he teach her sword fighting, aura control, pretty much anything related to his job. She even, by accident, and Jaune had been very careful not to draw attention to it, called him dad, once. He missed those days.
He'd thought they might be coming back when she elected to go to his old alma mater, Beacon, instead of Atlas like her sister. He had been quite proud of her, and her fiercely independent spirit, to travel so far from home, to stick it out and not come home until winter break, and he'd told her as much, only for her to get quiet and detached. When she was younger, she loved his Beacon stories. But she wasn't a little girl anymore, and now, he was just an old, washed-up bodyguard. She didn't really need to hear from him, not while she was figuring out this next stage of her life.
It hurt, a little, to be passed on like that, but he was proud of Weiss. She was a strong young woman, and she was growing up to become an incredible Huntress. And from the way Willow just beamed as she asked her a million questions about how her time at Beacon, about her team, about her friends and classes... Jaune felt very happy, and he hoped, even if they weren't as close as they once were, that she'd have a good birthday and a good winter break.
She was 18 now.
That meant a lot of things. She was an adult. She could do things adults do. Do adult things. Do adult things with other adults. With one particular adult.
Jaune.
All through dinner, through cake, she couldn't do anything but look down and be a bratty teenager because she couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye. It was stupid. It was the stupidest, most infuriating- but it was true.
When Weiss was 9, as Jaune saved her from those criminals, sheltering her behind his shield and holding her tight in his strong arms, she realized she wanted nothing more than to be the future Mrs. Jaune Arc. He was her knight in shining armor, rescuing his princess from danger, and then, teaching her to be her own knight. Going from her father, a man who saw attention to his own children as a burden, to a man who would indulge her every childish whim was... it was life changing. It changed literally every element of Weiss's life. But then he drove her father, her awful, awful father, from their lives, and she knew that there was nobody else she would ever settle for.
The boys at Beacon were so childish. They strutted and boasted about this and that, while Jaune had the quiet dignity of a real man who'd experienced the worst and saw it as duty, not bragging rights. Winter had one slipped her a copy of Jaune's Huntsman's record from Vale. He'd fought at the fall of Mountain Glenn, he had medals and had seen things worse than most Huntsmen ever saw, and yet, you'd never have guessed it from meeting him. She'd only once heard his voice quaver, when she was twelve and asked him what it meant to be a hero. He'd sat with her, thought a while, and told her about his hero, his late partner. His voice trembled as he said he hoped to live up to her example, and she clasped his arm and told him, with aching sincerity, that he was her hero.
And as a child, she thought that was all she needed to do. Of course they'd get married, she was his princess and he was her hero and she would simply order it so. But as she grew older, she gained an understanding of what marriage meant, and what Jaune actually wanted in a woman.
At the time, she had been 15. She was supposed to be using her brand new provisional driver's license to take Whitley to go see a movie, but she thought the movie was dumb so she told him to give her a call when he was finished and some lien to guarantee his silence. He certainly was happy to not have a babysitter. She was going to go to the mall, but she decided, instead, to go home. She wasn't sure exactly what she was planning, but she wanted to see Jaune. To... ask him some questions. About stuff.
She wasn't sure why she crept into the house, why she didn't announce her presence, but as soon as she opened the door, she heard the sound. It was... it sounded like her mother. She was laughing and she heard... Jaune. She heard his voice, but it wasn't like he normally sounded. The sounds led her to her mother's bedroom. The door wasn't quite shut, but through the crack, she couldn't help but peek and saw-
They were naked. Jaune and her mother, they were naked. Her mother was bent over his knee and Jaune was... he was spanking her, her mother yelping in delight with every smack. Weiss should have... she should have looked away, should have stopped watching or made her presence known or anything other than watch as Jaune, her noble, heroic, perfect Jaune, made love to her mother. Her mother's jubilant cries, Jaune's manly domination of her body, the way his voice taunted and teased her while his... his dick, his strong, manly dick brought her mother to complete and total ecstasy.
And it had shattered her. Her mind was flooded with the worst thoughts. Jaune didn't want a dumb kid's stupid crush. He'd only pretended to be nice to her to win points with her mom. Why would he even bother looking at a skinny teenager when he already had a beautiful, full-grown woman? And in her anger... she became a brat. A sullen, ill-tempered brat that had ruined even the ghost of a chance she might have had with Jaune.
She had thought that, maybe, going all the way to Beacon would make him realize that he'd missed her, that he wanted her, but she'd come home after a semester and... nothing. He was just happy to see her, as though she was still just a little kid coming home from school for her stupid birthday party.
But what had she been expecting? That she'd just leave for five months and all of a sudden he'd fall in love with her? That was the sort of dumb thing kids thought. All through her birthday celebration, he only ever looked at her like she was still a kid, but she caught the stolen glances between him and her mother. She knew what they meant. But, at least, she was adult enough to have anticipated this, and knew she would need to prepare a Plan B.
So she had done something ill-advised.
She had asked Blake and Yang for help. Her teammates at Beacon and certified dolts. But they knew more than she did on... this sort of thing. And they had helped her, more than she liked to admit. They had taken her shopping and put her through the most scandalizing experience of her life, but right now, looking at herself in her full length mirror...
She looked hot.
Her breasts didn't look so small with her lacy new pushup bra. No, they looked full and womanly. And her butt and her legs looked amazing as she turned and admired herself from different angles. She had her hair in her ponytail, a look she'd picked up from finding records of his former partner---but it felt wrong to copy her exactly, so she'd styled it to the side.
She threw on a robe to cover herself up, took a moment to collect herself, crossed her fingers... and then headed over to Jaune's room.
Jaune quietly fiddled with his sheath's mechashift mechanism. It had been stickier than it ought to have been, and he wasn't thrilled with it. With a few quick pops, though, he got the casing off and started cleaning the delicate mechanism.
Sure, it had been a while since he'd fought the Grimm or needed to seriously protect his employer from harm, but he didn't like the idea of not being ready. But more so, it helped him feel like he hadn't completely moved on from his old life. He was basically a kept man now, he knew that, but he didn't want to admit it. If anyone had earned a retirement from being a Huntsman, it was him. And yet, if there was anyone who knew how important it was to be a Huntsman, it was also him. He justified it, pointing to the way he'd influenced Weiss towards becoming a Huntress herself, and he knew a lot of his influence had rubbed off on Whitley---though not inclined towards a combat academy, he'd directed Whitley's interests towards civic virtue and justice, instead of his father's message of domination and plunder. And Jaune still kept Crocea Mors at the ready, in case he ever needed it.
He heard a knock at the door and smiled. Well, well, well, in spite of her insistence that she couldn't do anything while all her kids were at home, it seemed like Willow still had to get that itch scratched. He swaggered to the door, and opened it up with a-
It was not Willow!
He'd practically stumbled backwards in a panic when he realized it was Weiss. Oh, dust, and it looked like she had something important to ask him, something, from her face, he could tell she was very worried about and he'd just made an ass of himself. He was quick to apologize and usher her in, about to offer her a chair, but then she just sat down on his bed.
"Um..." smooth opening, great job, "How can I help you, Weiss?"
She looked down. "I have... a question..."
He smiled. This took him back---even if her questions used to be more unhesitating commands for answers, it was nice to be treated as a source of knowledge again. "Whatever you need to know, ask away. Let me guess: how to get along with your team leader?"
"What? No! I mean- I had- that's not my question!" she seemed flustered, and Jaune immediately felt bad that he'd put her on the spot like that. "It's about a boy..."
Oh.
Yeah, she wasn't... just a kid anymore, wasn't she? Even at a glance, he could tell that from when she first came through the door, but looking at her, now, she... definitely didn't have a childish figure, not any longer. She was at the age to notice boys and, and Jaune hated himself for noticing this, she was definitely looking like someone who would be getting a lot of notice from boys.
She continued, "There's this... guy. And I like him. A lot. He's the only man I like, but I don't think he notices me at all."
Jaune had to stifle a laugh. "What is he, blind?" he asked, then sat down in his chair, hoping to seem approachable to her. "Weiss, you're a beautiful girl and the boys at Beacon are certainly going to notice you, you just-"
"He doesn't go to Beacon." Well, that was a surprise. Back in his day, Huntresses didn't really bother with Townies, but, then again, times change and all. "And I don't want anyone at Beacon. They're all so immature and childish. Not like him. How do I make him notice me?"
"Weiss," he said, softly, "I know it's cliche, but just be yourself. I mean it. You're beautiful, and that-"
"You think I'm beautiful?" she asked.
He laughed, a little awkwardly, wondering if she just needed to be praised. Growing up as Winter's younger sister, well, maybe she was just looking for a self esteem boost for when she headed back to Beacon. And, he had to admit, it was easy enough to compliment her in this area. "Weiss, you're a lovely young woman, and I know you're going to find someone who's perfect for you. If you want to get his attention, you just have to put yourself out there!"
"Ok..." she nodded, "So... would this get your attention?" she asked, and then she opened her robe and revealed-
Oh damn.
Jaune's eyes went wide as Weiss revealed her lingerie and how little else she was wearing. Of how much creamy white skin she was showing him. She- she certainly wasn't a little girl anymore!
"W-Weiss..." he stammered, "You should- you should not-"
"I'm 18, Jaune," her voice was a hot whisper, "I'm all grown up, and I can finally do something I've been wanting to do for such a long time."
He tried to talk her down gently, "Weiss, I'm nearly twice your age! You're going to regret-"
"I'm going to regret," she corrected, getting up from the bed, letting him drink in the curves he hadn't realized she now had, "if I let this chance slip through my fingers. I want you, Jaune. Nobody else but you, and I've waited," she advanced on him, and Jaune was far too stunned to stop her, "far too long," she dropped into his lap, "to wait." And then she kissed him.
Dust, did she kiss him.
It was amazing. Her lips were soft and so, so needy for his attention, and Jaune should have pushed her off, should have stopped her, but he knew if he moved his arms, all he'd do was pull her in closer and crush her delicate body against his, and then he heard something like a laugh and opened his eyes and realized how much trouble he was in.
"Wil- Ms. Schnee!" he cried out, seeing his employer, his lover, standing at the door, looking at him as he kissed her teenage daughter, "This- this isn't what it looks-"
"Jaune, please," she scolded, "you're scaring Weiss."
Jaune stared at her blankly. Of everything he expected to be accused of... that had not been on the list. But while he was struck dumb, Weiss seemed to have found her voice. "Mom?" she asked, hesitantly, but still on Jaune's lap, "You're not... mad?"
Willow laughed, that rich, self-assured laugh that always reminded Jaune that she was an executive, a woman who always knew all the angles. "Weiss," she started softly, walking over to her daughter and placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, "I'm your mother. I've known about your feelings for Jaune since you were 9. After all, how many times have I told you not to leave your diary just lying around?"
"Mother!" Weiss practically shrieked, "Don't tell me you-"
Willow held up a hand. "I didn't!" and then she grinned, "...but Winter did."
Weiss looked like she wanted to die. Willow pulled her from Jaune and into a tender hug. "It's alright, dear. I've had a lot of time to think about this, and I realized that I didn't want to ruin my daughter's happiness with the man she loves."
"But..." Weiss sniffled, "Mommy, I don't want to ruin what you have-"
"I didn't say I'd be giving him up."
Wait, what.
Willow looked to Jaune with a rather dirty look on her face. "Well, dear," she purred, "how would you like to do something truly scandalous?" She turned Weiss around, her fingers massaging her daughter's shoulders as she whispered into her ear. "Don't worry, dear. You've done so good so far. Let mommy help you get your man." And Weiss's face went from shocked to... a look of pure, amorous excitement. Willow looked to him, a teasing smile on her face. "I just want you to make my daughter happy, Jaune."
"O-ok, Low," he said, not entirely sure everything happening right now was real. "Weiss..." he said, as he slowly pulled the girl- no, woman, into his arms---and kissed her.
Weiss's first kiss had been aggressive and sudden, but this was slow, soft, and tender. Now, he took the lead, and Weiss suddenly became timid---but still so very eager. She gasped as she let his tongue enter her mouth, and Jaune wrestled with her tongue as she moaned against him. He felt her soft butt grinding against his lap, feeling his erection grow beneath her.
He opened his eyes to see Willow gazing at them, misty eyed. He smiled to her, but Weiss, panicked, suddenly whipped around. "Is- is everything alright? Am I okay? Am I doing it right?"
Willow waved off her fear. "No, no, you're doing wonderfully, Weiss. It's just..." she trailed off, "I- I want to do something, something that will make me feel like a terrible mother..."
"You are a wonderful mother!" Weiss protested, tears in her eyes. "I love you so much, mom!"
"I know, I know, but this little itch..." she sighed, but smiling while she did it. "Weiss, would you mind..." and then she whispered something into Weiss's ear that Jaune couldn't hear... but he could see how Weiss's eyes lit up in delight on hearing it.
She gave Jaune a low, seductive look and then turned to Willow and asked, "Mommy," she asked in a high, uncertain voice, "could you teach me how to suck daddy's cock?"
Jaune almost fell out of his chair, but an eager pair of Schnees were quick to descend on him, pulling him out of his pants and pulling his dick out. He had to admit, the way Weiss looked at his erect cock was driving him wild. "M-mommy," she stammered, "i-is that going to fit... in me?"
"Oh don't you worry, dear," her mother replied gently, "you'll be fine. I'll be here the whole time. Now, watch closely, your daddy has a very special cock," she said as she took him in her mouth. Jaune groaned. Willow was a very talented cocksucker, something she took a lot of pride in, and having Weiss watch was making it hard to keep himself composed.
But she'd given him a look making it abundantly clear that he was not to cum until he had her permission. She was, after all, his employer, and so he had no choice but to follow as Willow tormented him with a slow, loving blowjob, with Weiss watching in rapt fascination. And then, with a pop, Willow released him, only to put in in the hands of her daughter.
"Ok..." Weiss said nervously, "I can do this..." and she slowly swallowed as much of his length as she could. Young and inexperienced, she struggled to get more than his head, but as she swirled her tongue around his glans, there was something incredibly arousing about her struggle to accommodate his length. Primed by her mother, and the dirty, dirty things she was saying to encourage them, it was only a matter of time before he burst in Weiss's mouth.
Insistently, she attempted to swallow as much as she could, but his cum was running down the sides of her mouth. And then her wicked mother came in to clean her up, kissing and licking her and telling her how proud she was of her little girl. Jaune had never seen anything so absolutely filthy, but he couldn't deny how much he loved it.
As Weiss and Willow both kissed and slurped his cock clean and back to readiness, Jaune had to sit back and say, "That was... That was incredible."
"I'd expect no less from my daughter," Willow said, simply. And then she looked up from his dick. "And it's the very least my family can do for you, Jaune. You've changed..." he could see the tears forming in her eyes, "You've changed everything. I never thought... I'm so happy, Jaune. So much happier than I was before I met you."
He was tearing up himself as Weiss crawled into his lap. "I love you, Jaune," she said, "I told you I loved you. And I want you to be my first."
Not waiting on ceremony, she placed herself on top of his cock and slowly worked herself down his length. "Oh!" she cried, but not in pain, "Oh, Jaune, it's so- it's so-"
Willow sighed in admiration. "He's magnificent, isn't he? Such a man."
"It's so good!" she screamed.
She rode him in his lap, her face alight with erotic joy and a sense of pure, loving gratitude. From rescuing her as a child to driving out her cruel father to being her companion to claiming her virginity---Weiss loved him so dearly and had been spending half a lifetime trying to find a way to show him. As he kissed her chest and bucked his hips in time with her, he figured she'd found an excellent way to show it.
Bouncing and squealing, Weiss seemed to agree. "Fuck me, daddy! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Winter removed the headphones from her ears and sat back. Well, well, well. Seems that Weiss had finally made her move.
She was glad that the listening device she'd left in Jaune's room was still in place and still functional. She was a little surprised he had never caught them, since he was so cautious when it came to mother's security, but, then again, he never really saw himself as someone who needed protection.
She had once thought him to be just another man seeking to take advantage of her mother's wealth and the family name, a second iteration of father seeing opportunity in her mother's vulnerability. And so she began her campaign of surveillance, looking to find the dirt on him and protect her family. And he was a tough opponent, an experienced Huntsman who'd learned to be careful, both from violent threats and her father's hired detectives. But Winter hadn't achieved her rank by being anything less than the best.
But all she had found was a kind, genuine man who cared for them like family and cherished mother in a way Winter had forgotten men could do. She had heard him help mother through her self-doubts, her sense that she'd failed her children. She had heard his genuine pride in all her siblings had accomplished. And she had heard him fret about his relationships with them, especially once Weiss entered her moody phase.
And, as she pushed her fingers a little further in, letting her thumb tease her clit, she had heard he was quite a lover. Eavesdropping on her mother's sex life wasn't something she had intended to do, at all, much less as... aggressively as she had done, but Winter had found that hearing Jaune and mother's passionate lovemaking lit a fire in her like nothing else. Well, nothing else until today. Hearing her cute little sister's moans and cries as Jaune fucked her, oh, and when she called him "daddy," mmm...
She idly thought about going up there and seeing if there was room for one more. Judging from how he did her mother, Jaune certainly had the stamina for it. But tonight was Weiss's night. She was the birthday girl and this had been something she'd been longing for for years now, and Winter loved her little sister far too much to interrupt her enjoyment. But, well, she would be there for the week, and so would Weiss and mother... and Jaune.
Well, she was a Schnee. And a Schnee didn't do things by half measure. She smiled, feeling as her fingers brought her to her climax, as she imagined how it would be when she wasn't just listening to them.
He wasn't anything like the men she'd always pictured herself ending up with. He wasn't elegant. He wasn't sophisticated. He certainly wasn't rich. And yet...
Weiss couldn't imagine herself with anyone other than Jaune Arc.
She first met him outside the coffee shop, when, while walking Pyrrha, her normally very well-behaved Border Collie, she suddenly just yanked on her leash and dragged her over to him! She'd apologized profusely while Pyrrha, who normally never did anything like this, leapt up on him, and wouldn't stop until she'd licked his face and been pet. Jaune swore it was fine, that he liked dogs (though more of a cat person himself), and then they got to talking.
Talking turned to exchanging phone numbers. Exchanging phone numbers led to long, late-night talks. Long, late-night talks led to him asking her out. Him asking her out led to some of the most wonderful dates Weiss had ever had. And those dates had led to this: she was now moving in with her boyfriend.
It was... a smaller space than the penthouse her father paid for, but if she had to choose either expansive closet space with her father's demand that she break up with Jaune (who was apparently "beneath her name and reputation"), or a smaller apartment with the love of her life? Well, Weiss was certainly a materialistic girl, but that had been a choice she made in a heartbeat.
But as she was looking for a way to fit her not-inconsiderable wardrobe in her now smaller apartment, she looked up to see the real problem that came with the new place, the small, black fuzzball currently staring back at her.
Jaune's beloved cat, Blake.
Weiss was really starting to hate that cat.
Oh, it wasn't like she had a problem with cats in general. She wasn't allergic or disliked their aloofness or that Blake clawed her things or anything like that. And Blake got along wonderfully with Pyrrha, which shocked (and annoyed) the hell out of her. No, she hated the way the cat seemed to be committed to utterly ruining any chance of intimacy she had with Jaune.
Sitting together on the couch, suddenly, there was Blake, on Jaune's lap, purring and making sure his attention was directed away from Weiss. Lying in bed together, nope, here's a cat wedging herself between the two of them, to make sure no improprieties might be committed! And once, after a rather blissful coupling, while still in that haze of post-orgasmic bliss, she idly looked to her right, only to find a pair of amber eyes looking deep into her soul with pure fury.
Father would have killed for a chaperone this good. Though sometimes, she wondered, if maybe he did have something to do with this. Spending an absurd amount of money to get a cat to ruin his daughter's sex life was incredibly up his alley, and she had the distinct feeling that if her father ever met Blake, he'd take a liking to her.
Jaune, of course, was certain there was nothing going on. That Blake was just affectionate, or maybe that she actually liked Weiss, and this was her trying to spend time with the both of them!
Yeah, bullshit.
Pyrrha liked spending time with the both of them. She adored Jaune, almost enough to make Weiss jealous, and was never happier than when she was lying across both of their laps, being doted on by the both of them. But Pyrrha wouldn't jump in their laps until Weiss said she could. Pyrrha would sleep at the foot of their bed, rather than on Weiss's face. And Pyrrha had never once pushed Weiss's arm off of Jaune, like Blake had done that one time Jaune insisted was just a weird coincidence. Pyrrha was a well behaved pet that didn't have any weird issues with her owner getting lucky.
No, Blake was just a little shit.
But Weiss tried not to think about it too much. Jaune loved his cat, and, as such, she'd long accepted that the little gremlin would be a part of her life for the foreseeable future.
And, judging from the muted wrath on Blake's face, the feeling, it seems, was mutual.
They were seated on the couch together, enjoying that they were now moved in. They had been making out of the couch, but someone really wanted to sit between them, and she kept poking her claws into Weiss's leg "on accident," which kept her from being able to enjoy it, or really get in the mood. Weiss was suddenly having a worrying realization of what moving in would do to their romantic life, but she pushed the thought aside, not wanting her first night with her boyfriend to be spoiled by bad thoughts. So she looked around the room for something to change the subject from the fluffy little monster seated between them.
"Hey, what are those?" she asked, pointing to a pile of dusty books sitting on the bookshelf. Jaune was a voracious reader, but these weren't... these didn't seem like the kind of books anyone read, other than academics.
"Oh, those?" he replied, "I'm just holding on to them for Ren." Ah, yes, Jaune's mysterious best friend, who ran a curious side business of finding antiques in abandoned storage units. Weiss had only met him a few times, a quiet, though a little eccentric, young man, and he always seemed to be traveling for some auction or chasing rumors of a rare lamp. "Yeah, should have mentioned, Ren sometimes has me hold on to fragile stuff for him because his partner is... um... excitable, let's just say that."
"Wait, Ren has a partner? Like, business or married?"
Jaune shrugged, "Maybe? I honestly couldn't tell you. Ren and Nora... they've been inseparable since we were kids and I still don't know if it's a brother-sister thing or a romantic thing or what."
Weiss felt she had more questions about that, but her curiosity had been piqued by the old books. Getting up from the couch (and she swore she could hear that fucking cat meowing a taunt at her as she conceded Jaune) she went over to the dusty, ancient books. "The Book of Incantations..." she read from the cover.
"Wait, you can read them?"
"It's just Medieval Latin, Jaune, had to learn it when I was 14." Jaune's eyes boggled at that, but Weiss was more distracted by what was in the book. "Oh, it's an old spellbook! Ooh, Jaune, we should try something!"
He looked at her like he wasn't understanding. "Try... magic? Weiss, I don't think it's going to-"
"Come on!" she teased, "Am I really going to be the fun one tonight? We should just try it!"
He smirked, evidently giving in, "Well, what were you thinking? I'll let you know that your current love enchantments are working very well..."
"You flirt," she giggled, "But how 'bout this one, a spell to grant your heart's deepest desire?"
"I already have mine," he said, giving her a deep kiss that made Weiss feel dizzy. "But alright, what do we need for it?"
Taking a moment to recollect her thoughts, she scanned the instructions. "Okay, you can just get some of the candles from the kitchen, while I trace out the magic circle."
Jaune gave her another peck, and then headed off to find the candles. She knew it'd take him a while, and that he'd refuse to ask for help. Which was good, because tracing the sigil was going to take a bit. Using a piece of paper, she traced the intricate circle as she saw it in the book. For once, she was grateful for her many years of having to take drawing classes as she carefully copied the complicated design exactly as it was depicted.
Jaune finally returned with the candles (after being sent back since he'd grabbed the good candles). Weiss glanced at the book. "Okay, now we place our hand over the sign..." Jaune placed his hand in, and Weiss placed hers over his. No Blake to interrupt this, she thought, smugly. "Okay, now I'll start chanting." Feeling a little silly, but in a good way, she started reciting the Latin, with plenty of spooky elongation of vowels. They were having a good time, feeling like they were doing a cute couple's thing.
But then, the rune started to glow. Weiss immediately recognized that that was not something that should be happening, not ever, but before she could do anything, suddenly Blake and Pyrrha both rushed onto the table, crashed into the ritual and- poof! There was a great burst of smoke that left Weiss coughing until it cleared and-
Two girls. Two completely naked girls. Were in. Their apartment. On the table. Naked.
One was a tall redhead with long hair and a pair of perky dog's ears on the top of her head and a familiar leather collar around her neck. Her green eyes shone with an all-encompassing love and excitement, and a familiar red tail wagged behind her. The other was dark haired and pale, a set of cat ears on her head and a maddeningly familiar smug look on her face, like she'd planned all this. Her long, black tail swished behind her as she looked at Weiss... and then she turned to pounce on Jaune, tackling him into the couch.
"Wh-what!" he shouted, "Is that- BLAKE?"
"Nyaa," Blake purred, licking his face. "Master doesn't need Other Girl anymore, not now that I can take care of all of your needs."
"B-but!" Pyrrha protested, racing over to the couch as well, "I-I want to be good to Master, too! I've b-been wanting to be able to h-help him for so long!"
Blake looked at her with a look of unimpressed judgment, before making her decision. "...the dog can stay," she resolved.
Pyrrha, excited enough to spin around in a circle, looked exuberant. "Oh yes yes yes yes thank you thank you thank you!" she proclaimed, before losing her balance and toppling over.
It should have been adorable, and yet, Weiss looked at Pyrrha in a terrible fury. "Pyrrha!" she stamped her foot, making the former dog's ears flatten as she looked to Weiss with a guilty expression, "I'm your owner!"
"I know..." she whined, "but I really, really, really wanna be his favorite." She turned to Jaune, "I want pets! Please? Please? Please?"
"Pyrrha! Heel!" Weiss shouted as she whistled. Pyrrha jumped back, off of Jaune, and sat up straight beside the couch. She might not be a dog anymore, but Pyrrha was still well-trained, and her actions were reflexive. She whirled on her boyfriend. "Jaune!" Weiss nearly shrieked, "Are you not going to say anything!"
But Jaune was, between his girlfriend's shouting and two horny naked women eagerly rubbing their bodies on him, far too overwhelmed with sensation to do much more than frantically look from Weiss to boobs to another pair of boobs to Weiss and back to the boobs. But Blake, turned around with a superior look. "He doesn't have anything to say to you. Because he doesn't need a flat, bossy girl like you anymore."
She gave the catgirl a furious glare. Flat! That was hardly- yes they were certainly bustier than- but she was a human and they were- AUGH! She decided to vent her fury on the naked bitch in her boyfriend's lap. "What is your problem with-"
"Because you're mean!" she hissed, "A-and tried to take Master away!"
And then Weiss realized there was genuine hurt in her voice as she continued, "Everything was just fine before you came along! I took care of Master! I kept him from being lonely! And then- and then-" she started to sniffle, "You came! Like I wasn't... good enough..." She clung to Jaune tightly. This wasn't just a jealous kitty, this, Weiss realized, was a frightened girl, afraid to lose the only home that ever truly cared for her. Jaune had once told her that, when he got Blake, she was the shyest, most skittish kitten he'd ever seen. A rescue from a hoarding case. When Jaune was the only stability, the only source of safety and love in her life... She thought about herself, and how much better her life had become, going from the cold isolation of wealthy dysfunction to Jaune's warm embrace. Weiss felt the ice in her veins melt as her heart softened towards the girls.
"Oh, Blake..." she sighed in sympathy. But then she turned to Jaune. "Jaune!" she ordered as firmly as she could, "You are going to satisfy Blake and Pyrrha!"
"Wha- what?" he looked at her incredulously.
"And- and then," she blushed furiously, "I wanna be your pet, too!"
Jaune just stared at her for a second, and even Blake seemed to have a quizzical expression beneath her smugness. "I... you're really good to them, Jaune..." she said, looking away from their gazes, "And I think... it'd be nice, if you treated me like that..."
He wasn't getting it. "Wait, like, ear scritches or-"
But before he could further not get it, Blake, of all people, came to her rescue. "Just have sex with all of us and stop making it complicated!" she shouted straight into his face. My, my, she sure was a bossy kitty.
"Are we all friends now?" Pyrrha asked, excitedly, "Because I wanna play!" And with that, she, too, leapt on Jaune, thrusting her tongue in his mouth as she shoved Blake aside.
Blake was about to retaliate, but Weiss was upon them. "Now, now, girls," she chided, "we can share." And then she kissed Jaune. "Take good care of us..." she whispered, "Master."
Jaune reeled at that, but Blake wasn't one for sweet moments. She quickly pulled his pants down, letting his very erect cock spring free. Placing herself over it, she looked down at her stunned owner with a look of pure victory as she plunged down on it, taking him in one go and yowling in pleasure. Eagerly bouncing up and down on the object of her desire, Blake cried, "Y-yes! Oh, yes! Take me, Master! TaaaaAAAAAKE MEEEEEEE!"
All the while, Weiss had Pyrrha to take care of, kissing, petting, and groping the affectionate dog girl, the whole while, sighing, "Good girl, very good girl," to Pyrrha's ecstatic delight. As Blake came, again and again, Weiss hugged her former dog, who had been the one to bring her and Jaune together in the first place, whispering her love and gratitude.
But now that Blake had had her fill of Jaune's love, Weiss felt it was Pyrrha's turn. And with Pyrrha, of course, there was only one way she wanted to be taken. Bent over, ass proudly pointed up, tail wagging excitedly, and the shy redhead looking behind her hopefully as Jaune took her from behind. Weiss and Blake were quick to be at his side, trading kisses while Pyrrha cried out in joy from Jaune's powerful thrusts.
But soon, with Pyrrha cumming so hard she needed a nap, it was Weiss's turn. She lay back on the couch, legs spread invitingly, as Jaune, no less depleted despite satisfying two very horny women, took her.
It was glorious, except of course, cat that she was, Blake just had to stick her asshole right in Weiss's face. But with Jaune and Pyrrha driving her to new heights of ecstasy, she was feeling particularly generous, and, slowly at first, extended her tongue to Blake's tight little rosebud. The cat moaned, not expecting that, now, Weiss could finally get back at her for doing that. ...For certain definitions of "get back at," she supposed. But it felt so good, tonguing Blake, her former rival and former cat, while feeling Jaune pleasure her. She knew he was kissing Blake above her, playing with her cute boobs and that made her hips shake more and more aggressively, more and more insistently that he give her what she was begging for.
And then she felt his thrusts suddenly become sharper, more staggered, and then she felt that surge of warmth as he filled her up with a generous load of creamy cum. Mmmmm, she loved how full she felt, and she sighed in contentment, not even minding that Blake was still sitting on her face.
They lay in bed together, in a familiar arrangement. Jaune and Weiss laying side by side, with Pyrrha loyally curled up at their feet, and, of course, with Blake having wedged her way in between them. But Weiss didn't mind. As she stroked the catgirl's hair, hearing her purr in contentment, she looked over to her boyfriend with a smile.
"So," she asked, a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "I guess things worked out in the end, after all."
Jaune laughed. "Hard to believe, isn't it?"
"Oh?" she teased, "It was a spell to grant the heart's deepest desire, wasn't it? And maybe our pets just wanted to love us more than they ever could before, or maybe, my boyfriend really wanted a foursome with three sexy girls, or-"
He turned pale. "Weiss! I- I swear-"
But she cut him off, "Or, maybe... maybe I wanted to do something a little naughty... or maybe it was all four of us."
Jaune gave a gentle laugh. "Maybe you're on to something, there."
"Probably. But whatever happened, I, for one, am very happy." She snuggled into her kitty, enjoying the way she purred in response, and went to a very satisfied sleep.
"Jaune?" Pyrrha asked, her eyes hopeful and energetic, "I was thinking, with Dr. Oobleck's test coming up, that we might want to... study together?"
Jaune looked up, excited. "R-really? You don't..." and then his voice dropped, "You don't think I'd be burdening you?"
Pyrrha laid a reassuring hand on her partner's shoulder. "Not at all, Jaune," she soothed, "You're never a burden, and you shouldn't think like you are. Cooperation helps both of us."
With a look full of pure gratitude, Jaune smiled. And Lily Ren, sitting quietly in the background, watched the whole thing, feeling as jealousy burned in her stomach.
It wasn't fair.
People thought that she was emotionless or asexual because she was quiet and rarely spoke her feelings, but just because she wasn't as vocal didn't mean she felt any less than anyone else. Ren had strong feelings, passionate feelings, made all the more potent for how tightly she carried them in her breast.
And made all the more useless for how tightly she kept them secret.
"You know..." Nora said, leaning over as she lowered her voice, "Pyrrha's not going to wait forever. You've gotta make your move."
Ren buried her face in her hands. "I can't compete with Pyrrha," she whined.
"If you make your move now, you won't be!" she tried to encourage her closest friend. "Right now, Jaune has no idea what Pyrrha's after, and if you tell him now, he'll never even think it!"
But it wasn't true. Even if Pyrrha was content to just pine away as his friend, Jaune's eyes were locked on Weiss. And how could Ren compete with Weiss? She was so... refined. Ren couldn't look at Weiss without her heart hurting. She was everything Ren ever wanted to be: elegant, beautiful, self confident, and so, so cultured. Ren never showed it, never let anyone know, but deep, deep down, she secretly resented so much of her situation. She loved Nora, loved Nora more than her own life, but if Kuroyuri never fell, Ren would have lived a life of quiet learning and refinement. She would have learned tea ceremony and etiquette and cooking and all the things a woman of culture should know. All the things she tried to catch up on on her own, but ultimately, came short. She'd have been so much more like perfect, angelic Weiss Schnee, and not plain, uncultured Lily Ren.
And then, besides Weiss, there was the undeniable fact that Jaune was simply surrounded by pretty, outgoing, amazing girls. Ruby, who was so close to Jaune and, even if she was only 15, was so much braver than Ren was with her feelings. Yang, who was so much sexier than Ren was and had so much more self-confidence. And Blake... the one thing Ren had going for her, her pale features and dark hair, her mysterious beauty... in all areas, deeply outclassed by Blake.
Even Nora outshone her, her sincere attempts to be Ren's wing girl only seemed to make Nora seem more attractive to Jaune. She was just boring, shy Lily Ren, all that and nothing more. Never to be noticed, never to be desired, never to be loved. And that kind of thinking, she knew, was the kind that led down dark and dangerous paths. Towards desperate ways and taboo knowledge that she knew wasn't good for her.
She hated herself for thinking it. But she couldn't help herself. She could be unhappy and alone or she could do whatever it took to get what she wanted.
And she knew what her choice was.
Nervous excitement tingled on her skin as Ren mixed ingredients for a smoothie.
Ren knew Pyrrha would be out. She had told Nora she was going to confess her feelings to Jaune, and just needed the room, and Nora had been thrilled for the opportunity to help by keeping Pyrrha distracted and out of the room.
Of course, as she grabbed a pinch of a very specific powder, Ren knew that Nora didn't know that she wasn't just planning on confessing her feelings. As she mixed it into the drink, she smiled, thrilled at how... inappropriate she was being. Amor Encanta, a very rare herb that, when correctly processed, created potent feelings of sexual desire. It was a dark, secret herbalism she'd learned of while traveling in Mistral, highly forbidden and not well known to polite society... but Lily Ren hadn't grown up in polite society. And that gave her an advantage she wasn't going to lose.
The taste was, well, wretched, especially at this concentration (she could not afford to underdose, not now), but Ren was confident she could just disguise it as just another health smoothie like she was always making. She watched as the powder disappeared into the green concoction, her fingers tingling as they touched it, feeling the promise of Jaune soon being hers.
As Jaune came in, Ren felt her heart beat faster. She bit her lip, trying to focus herself, before greeting him. "Oh, hello, Jaune. Is Pyrrha not with you?"
"No," he laughed, "Nora had to speak with her on, and I quote, 'something not related to Jaune's birthday.'" They both laughed a little at that. Jaune because he thought it was cute Nora insanity, Ren because she really did appreciate how much Nora always did for her.
"Actually, Jaune, while I have you," and she picked up the smoothie, "would you mind trying this? It's a new blend I'm trying, and it should really help after a workout."
"Ooh, thanks, Ren!" Her heart started beating even faster, not just because Jaune had taken the smoothie from her hands, but because he was talking to her. He appreciated her. Oh, she was panicking, she was panicking, she wasn't able to do this, and if she didn't get it together, she would---he was drinking the smoothie!
She saw his face blanch as he first tasted it, but then, politely, forced it down. After all, who would ever suspect boring, sensible Lily Ren of doing something without his best interest in mind? "Whew! It's... it's got a kick!" he said with fake cheer. But Ren knew, Ren knew this meant he was tasting the Amor Encanta! It meant that her plan was working!
Especially as he drained the smoothie, clearly wanting to drink it quickly to get it over with. Ren could see the goosebumps forming on his skin, the way his hair was standing on end. A nervous tremble coming across him as he shivered, his body suddenly much more sensitive than it ought to be.
Jaune staggered backwards, and Ren was quick to catch him, almost swooning herself for having him in her arms. Smiling, she gently took the glass from his hand and reassured him, "Some dizziness is sometimes associated with strong doses of-"
"It's not... dizziness, I just feel..." his words trailed off as he realized what he was feeling. Horny.
Ren struggled to maintain her look of detached concern. "Sit down, sit down," she gently led him to his bed and, feeling giddy with how daring she was, sat herself down beside him. Giving him reassuring pats that were quickly becoming an excuse to run her hands over his well-shaped body, she admired him from up close!
He was sweating. Face flushed. Breathing was getting shallow. Pupils dilated. The look on his face, the look he was making as he gazed deep into Ren's eyes... he tried to speak, but his mouth was too dry. Or perhaps, he didn't trust what his mouth would say.
"What's wrong, Jaune?" she asked, for the first time in her life feeling seductive. "You can tell me. Whatever it is, I'm here to help you, Jaune."
He whimpered; Ren drew closer. Now her body was against his. She felt his warmth, his heat. She ran her fingers up and down his strong, masculine arms.
Her nostrils flared as she took in his scent, the sweat of his workout and the hints of vanilla and all that lovely Jaune-ness. She wanted him. They were both on aphrodisiacs, his was an herb and hers was the man she had before her. Everything about him inflamed her lusts as months of hopeless desire came pouring forth for the love of her life.
Their lips were almost connected, the feel of his breath on her skin making her lips infinitely sensitive, the millimeters of air between them teasing her, drawing out the pleasure, the promise of-
And then Jaune's eye's flashed and some of his presence of mind came back! "I- I need to," and then he broke away, nearly shoving Ren aside, "I'm sorry!" he called over his shoulder as he bolted for the door, "I just- I need to take a walk!"
"Wait, Jaune, stop-" but she was too late.
She had been thwarted again.
The plan had failed. Jaune was stronger than people gave him credit for, Ren included, and evidently, he had the strength to resist a concentrated aphrodisiac. An impressive willpower, something she should have expected from her beloved. Not just anyone had the drive to start their training under Pyrrha's harsh discipline, but Jaune had never relented.
He had apologized to her later, claiming a health issue that he suddenly had to take care of, then got canny about it when Ren, offering to help, started asking questions. But she knew not to push it. Her plan had failed, and if she tried too hard to salvage it, she'd only make things worse.
But that had a simple enough solution.
She just needed to up the dosage.
Ren had gotten too close, had gotten too much of a taste to give up now. She was hooked. Hopelessly and totally addicted to Jaune, and she couldn't stop now. If she didn't get her fix, she'd go mad. So she simply took the last of her stock of Amor Encanta and began distilling a solution of it, until she could get the pure aphrodisiac and up the potency to the point that even Jaune's willpower couldn't resist her!
At this level of concentration, she wouldn't be able to hide it in a smoothie. No, the best option to conceal the taste would be in something baked. Her domestic skills were, outside of pancakes, admittedly lacking, but she knew, at least, how to bake brownies. She resolved to change that, especially as she mixed the batter, imagining herself as Mrs. Jaune Arc, as a housewife, keeping the home in good shape for when her husband returned from a long day's work as a manly Huntsman. She'd have dinner in the oven, a stiff drink prepared as she gave him a welcome home kiss... and then she'd swat his hand away as he gave her a squeeze, telling him that she wasn't going to let dinner burn, no matter how much she wanted to enjoy a romp with him!
Oh, it'd be paradise! And she could picture it so easily. All she had to do was drug him, and then, after a bout of passionate sex, Jaune wouldn't have any choice but to be her boyfriend, and she could show him that, even if she wasn't the prettiest or the bravest or the most interesting girl... she'd be the most appreciative. She'd do everything to keep him happy.
Waiting for the brownies to finish baking, she walked through all her plans, from what she'd wear to the Beacon dance (and what she'd wear underneath it!), to what song she'd walk down the aisle to, to what she'd name their children. The first would be named An, after her mother, and the second would, of course, be named Nora. She just knew she'd have twin girls, and Jaune would be such a wonderful father. So caring, so attentive... they'd get the childhood she'd always wished she'd had, her two little princesses learning to be proper ladies.
Oh! She'd gotten so lost in her daydreams, she realized she'd forgotten that she'd left the box she was going to put them in back at the craft's space! She was going to put the brownies in the cutest little handmade box with a ribbon, an apology for her smoothie causing an "unexpected reaction." She giggled a little as she took the brownies out to cool, then walked back to fetch their packaging. Yep, she was sure sorry about an "unexpected reaction" ...that he didn't jump her right there! She caught herself, placing a hand over her mouth. Was she... normally this forward? Had she maybe... maybe been careless in handling a potent aphrodisiac?
Her sensible side was suddenly back in full force, trying to warn her, but then she heard another voice. Sensible Ren was boring. Sensible Ren wasn't getting laid. Jaune doesn't want a boring stick-in-the-mud. She smiled. That was very true. She was closer to having Jaune than ever, and all thanks to not being so boring! Maybe I should have a brownie, too , the voice suggested, and Ren felt so naughty at the thought.
Grabbing the box, which she regretted she couldn't stamp with little hearts to show that it contained all of her love for him (and the start of all of his love for her), she headed back to the common kitchen area. She'd never skipped before in her life, and she wasn't sure she actually knew how (How did one learn to skip? She'd have to ask Nora), but she felt like she really wanted to. What a sight she'd make, plain, boring Lily Ren suddenly discovering-
Wait, where were the brownies?
Oh no. Oh no. Ohhhhhh no. This was bad. This was very bad. She might have unleashed upon Beacon an orgy of epic proportions, and worse, that was the last of her stock! Jaune was far too strong-willed for anything other than this, and she couldn't wait that much longer! She was- she was- oh, she was panicking, she was panicking and she needed to breathe and she needed to go to Nora. Nora would help, Nora would calm her down. Nora would make things okay and then she could try again.
Stumbling back to her dorm, though, she saw something that filled her with dread.
Because she also found who took her brownies.
Because the empty pan was in her dorm.
And all the rest of her team had clearly eaten them.
"Oh, hey Ren," Jaune started apologetically, "I'm really sorry, but they were amazing. We wanted to only have a taste, but, um..."
"They were so good, Renny!" Nora cheered, "I wanted to bring them back here so nobody else tried to help themselves but..."
Pyrrha blushed, "The smelled so good," she softly added, "and once we had one... we really couldn't help ourselves."
"You're a really amazing baker," Jaune added, and Ren nearly swooned to hear it. All thought of drugging her friends with a concentrated aphrodisiac was immediately forgotten. Jaune liked her baking? Maybe... maybe that was what she should have done from the beginning! The fastest way to a man's heart is through his stomach, and if she really worked at cooking for him, maybe he'd realize that he wanted a quiet, domestic type, one who'd take care of him and help make all the stresses of a Huntsman's life not seem so bad! She was already eager for the next recipe she could-
"R-Renny, I f-feel... funny," Nora said. "L-like I need- I need to-"
Oh, yeah, the extremely potent and forbidden aphrodisiac she'd drugged all her friends with.
"I'm f-feeling weird, too..." Pyrrha added, hands desperately struggling not to reach for her pussy.
"R-Ren," Jaune was panting, "w-what was in the... the brownies?"
"An... aphrodisiac. A very powerful one..." she didn't know why she admitted it. Maybe because she was too stunned to think of a lie, maybe because the last shred of her sensibility told her that the only way to help her friends was to tell them the truth, but for whatever reason, she told them, not that they seemed to react to her words.
"Oh gods!" Nora moaned, "I need, I need- oh gods, Jaune, I need your fucking dick!"
Pyrrha, though, was more aggressive. "M-me too, Jaune!" she pleaded, literally leaping on top of him, tackling him to the floor. "My pussy's on fire and I NEED IT NOW!"
No! Oh no no no no no! She couldn't- he was hers! This wasn't fair! She was the one who was supposed to be mounting Jaune with wild abandon! It was all- it was all falling apart, it was all hopeless, she couldn't lose here, she couldn't lose now!
"I... the only antidote is..." oh, she needed an excuse, needed to say something to salvage this before Jaune got swept away by Pyrrha and Nora! "The only antidote is to have sex with me!"
They didn't question it. They didn't have the brainpower right now to question it. But Pyrrha was still pinning Jaune to the ground, peeling his clothing off as he vainly struggled under her grip. "P-Pyrrha!" Jaune begged, somehow still able to resist a pure dose of distilled Amor Encanta, "You're being affected by, oh gods how is it getting even harder, a drug! You need to have sex with Ren! Before you do something you regret!"
"I don't need a drug," she snarled, "to want to fuck you!"
"Wait, what-" and then she kissed him. Ren watched in horrified dismay as her rival passionately kissed the love of her life.
"How about we just fuck everyone," Nora panted, "Oh gods, I need to fuck Jaune so bad!"
She- she couldn't lose! She raced over to where Pyrrha had finished yanking down Jaune's pants and then...
It was the one thing that could make three lust-addled girls stop dead in their tracks.
Holy shit.
That thing was a... oh, she'd never even imagined it could be so perfect...
But then Sensible Ren spoke up, from the back of her mind where she'd been tied up and imprisoned: Everyone's distracted. Make your move! Now!
That was so true! And so she lunged forward, gracefully disrobing as she dashed past her rivals towards her prize. "MINE!" she screamed as she plunged herself down on... oh heavens!
It was perfect. Pure perfection. He was so big and so hard and it was like her pussy was made for his cock, like her whole body was shaped just for him, the key to her lock, and she felt a rush of pleasure more intense than any drug she could imagine. She was getting her fix and she knew she couldn't stop at just one hit. She wanted more, more and more and more and MORE!
Jaune weakly attempted to speak up, still impressively resisting the effects of the aphrodisiac, "Ren," he begged, "you don't want to do something you'll regret... D-don't be mmmf!" Pyrrha silenced him by putting his tongue to better use on her pussy. And then she gripped Ren's shoulders and looked her teammate right in the eyes.
Oh no. Oh no. She had gotten so tied up in aphrodisiacs, she'd forgotten that Pyrrha was terrifying! And she couldn't, she didn't-
Oh, it was impossible to be frightened while Jaune was inside her!
But then Pyrrha looked her into the eyes so tenderly and mouthed, "Thank you," her words almost achingly sweet. And then she leaned forward and kissed her right on the lips!
So startled by Pyrrha's forceful kiss, she didn't notice Nora was behind her until her hands began to cup and massage her chest, her lips kissing Ren's shoulders and neck and nibbling her ears. "Now we all get to share Jaune," she sighed, "You're so wonderful, Ren. You're the kindest, the sweetest, the... I- I- I love you so much, Ren! I love Pyrrha, and I love Jaune!"
They were... they were happy for this arrangement? But her thoughts scattered as Jaune's hands gripped her hips and he started forcefully fucking her mind to pieces. The Amor Encanta had kicked in, it seemed, and neither Ren nor Pyrrha could focus on anything but the man who was turning their pussies into his playground and their minds to mush. He was so good! So good! So-fucking-gooooooooooooood!
And then Jaune released inside her and Ren screamed. She'd never had an orgasm, never even masturbated before and her first left her mind utterly shattered. She practically fell off of Jaune, only propped up by Nora, as she weakly giggled and twitched, all her nerves scrambled by pleasure. Her eyes rolled, the only thoughts in her head were those about his cock mastering her.
Jaune, however, had lost all semblance of rationality as he truly cut loose. He was a beast, pinning Pyrrha to the floor in a mating press, fucking her silly, but Pyrrha's face showed that she was ecstatic to finally get his dick. And as Ren regained sensibility, she realized that it made sense---Jaune was the one man living with three women, three women who were constantly trying to win his affection, to give him "accidental" peeks and glimpses of what they had to offer (she now realized that Nora's recent carelessness with towels actually had a reason behind it), and he had valiantly held up as a gentleman. He must be so backed up, unable to get any release because of the constant threat of Nora barging in on him in the bathroom (in retrospect, it should have been obvious she was into him).
Even as one of his teammates was drugging him for sex, he still managed to resist his libido. It must have built up terribly inside him, and now it was all let loose, and they were so ready for it! Watching Jaune screw his partner into the floor was just so hot, and it got even better when Nora shyly sidled up to her and asked, "So... since Jaune's busy... would you mind if I," and she gestured to Ren's pussy, with Jaune's pearly cum leaking out of it, "helped myself?"
With a giggle, she spread her legs a little wider. Pulling her closest friend, her partner, her sister into a tight 69, Ren settled into the first of what she hoped would be many Team JNPR orgies.
"Alright, dish," Yang said, biting into a tea cake, "the rumors about Jaune---any truth to them?"
Ren sipped her tea in the RWBY dorm. She and Pyrrha were visiting their sister team to... chat and gossip, with no ulterior motives. "I don't know what you mean," she demurred.
"You shouldn't," Weiss sniffed, "It's just the same gross assumptions whenever there's one man on a team with three women."
Pyrrha laughed, "Oh, do people really think Jaune's, well... doing all of us?"
Ruby got very red at that, and Weiss's eyes went wide. But Yang just laughed and asked, "I mean... is he?" Though from the sound of her voice, she seemed none the wiser. Surprising---they certainly hadn't been quiet.
"It'd be real impressive if he could," Blake whistled. "One guy taking care of Pyrrha and Nora? That'd be a feat." Then she added, "And you too, Ren, didn't want to think you were left out."
"No harm done," she quietly replied, trying to keep her smirk constrained.
"I apologize," Weiss said through gritted teeth, "for my teammates' inappropriateness. The very thought is absurd, after all."
Of course it was absurd to Weiss. She was a boring priss who was too caught up in thoughts of "propriety" and "socially appropriate relationships" to know real joy. Ren was so glad she hadn't grown up like that, because if she had, she'd never have realized how much better her life could be if she just ignored social norms and loved who she loved.
They had settled into a state of blissful coupling. Jaune was team leader and their shared boyfriend. His job was to make sure they all felt equally loved and to keep them in line when jealousies started creeping up or they got a little too frisky. Pyrrha was his partner and personal trainer, and, they'd agreed, she would be his "official" girlfriend once it was time to go public. Nora's role was as mercurial as Nora was: this week, she was his sex slave, and he was "disciplining" her right now at her request---she had confessed this morning that she had been naughty, thinking of herself as a person instead of his toy. Next up, she was either going to be their pet or she was going to change things up and try being their life coach. Possibly flip the script and try being their dominatrix. Ren was excited for whatever she settled on.
And Ren... she was the housewife. She loved being domestic, learning recipes to cook for her partners, cleaning up after her teammates, and how Jaune would pinch her butt while she was trying to take care of things. They all made her feel so appreciated, and she loved how she could express her love for her teammates so openly, in so many ways. And she loved having a reason to wear dresses and makeup and spend so much time on her hair, no longer thinking of it as an impractical extravagance but a simple necessity of having to look good for her man.
Yes, she was so glad she'd dosed all of them with a high-powered aphrodisiac without their knowledge or consent.
"So what's in the basket?" Yang asked impatiently, gesturing towards the adorable little wicker basket beside Ren, covered with a red checkerboard patterned cloth.
Jaune had expressly forbidden Ren from collecting, processing, or using Amor Encanta... but that wasn't the only aphrodisiac herb Ren was aware of.
"I baked brownies," she said with a smile, "Would you care for any?"
"Thank you, FemmeFashionista for the twenty lien, really appreciate it!"
Nora slid the dildo in and out of her pussy as she scanned the chat. It had been a rather profitable day already, with her fans blowing up chat to compliment her pussy and make some requests. "Oh, you want me to, uhnnn, to suck it, huh? Lick it clean? Well," and she gave her best teasing voice, "I guess you were awfully nice to give me twenty lien, so..."
And she pulled the dildo out of her pussy and started licking it, then moved on to kissing it, and then sucking, and then deep-throating the purple toy, loving the way the donation counter was going up as she took it as far as it would go.
She pulled it out with a mwah! and glanced back to the chat, satisfied that her rent was taken care of for the month.
But of course, she had to smile to see that chat was apparently back onto their favorite subject...
SnowAngel: Any chance on blondie making an appearance ;)
MonkeyKing: Oooh, yeah, will he be on today?
OceanBlue: You and Jaune together: C/D? Please don't sink my ship :)
GotWood: Don't try and tell us there's nothing going on between you two...
SilverEyedSoccerMom: Seconding @SnowAngel!
She had to laugh. Jaune was her roommate, who'd accidentally stumbled onto her stream one time, but her fans had latched on to him, hard. She really couldn't explain it. Jaune certainly wasn't a heartthrob in real life---attractive, certainly, but not anything to lose your mind over---but something about him on camera just made her audience thirst like they were in the desert. She'd made an interview with him (just sticking a camera in his face and asking him questions about his day) available to Patreon subscribers over $5 a month, and she'd practically doubled her monthly income.
What could she say? The internet wanted more Jaune Arc.
"I'm afraid there's no Jaune today, darlings," and she could practically hear the disappointment, "he's currently out at work. But I did talk to him about possibly guesting on my friend SexySpartan's stream---and don't tell her I said this, but... she totally has a crush on him! Sorry OceanBlue!"
She knew she'd done her good deed for the day promoting Pyrrha's stream, but she really did want to help her friend out. Pyrrha had been so nervous about camgirling, even though she was, in Nora's actually professional opinion, an incredible babe. Her tits weren't quite as big as Nora's were, but she was athletic and trim, and her chest actually looked pretty impressive with her lean physique. She'd guested on her stream to help her out at the beginning, just some light making out and fingering each other, but Nora had to admit, she would not at all mind going further with the sexy redhead.
As she finished her own stream, though, thanking everybody for watching and slipping in a mention of her Patreon, she happened to get a call from just the girl she'd been thinking of.
"Hey Pyr! How's it going?"
"What did you just say about me and Jaune?"
Oh. Yeah. Should have expected she'd hear something about that.
"Just the thing I was telling you about, that I'm trying to get him to guest on your stream and-"
She was interrupted as Pyrrha urgently asked, "Did you say I had a crush on him?"
"Uh... yeah? It was just a business thing, they like the- Oh, god, are my fans being weird? I am so, so-"
"No, no! It's not- oh, Nora! I can't- I don't- I- I-"
"It's okay Pyrrha, breathe, just breathe, it's okay." She heard Pyrrha take several deep breaths before she continued, "You can tell me: what's wrong?"
"I... You cannot tell him this, Nora, but I... really do have a crush on Jaune."
Oh, shit. Because Jaune...
"He agreed," she said, her mouth acting before her brain could stop it.
"He WHAT?" she exploded, and Nora had to jerk her phone away from her ear.
"It's okay! You don't- don't have to do anything sexual! Really! My fans will watch him eat cereal if that's all you want to do!" Actually, that was a good idea. Filming Jaune eating cereal would send some of her fans nuts, particularly SnowAngel. Girl was thirsty. And loaded. A good combination, in Nora's opinion.
"He's... I mean, you don't think he'll... you don't think he might... judge me for being a-"
"Not at all!" Nora was quick to cut in, "Listen, Jaune's the real deal---I know you haven't had the chance to hang out with him as much as me and Renny have, but Jaune is 100% totally not going to judge you for this."
"And all he's going to do is... Just be on camera. Maybe... takes his shirt off, that's all!"
Ah. This was a crossroads.
Because, yeah, Jaune taking his shirt off would be bank. And that's all Pyrrha had to do! The internet weirdos with their Jaune fixations would make her donation tracker sing, she'd feel more confident as a camgirl, and she'd get some time to be closer to Jaune! It was win-win, and Jaune was winning, too! Well, presumably---it was still on him to make a move on the hot girl with a crush on him, but it should be easy, even for him.
But the thing was, while Nora had mentioned it to Jaune in a no-sex acts terms... it was pretty much entirely because he didn't want to do anything that'd make Pyrrha uncomfortable.
Jaune was pretty clearly game to do more, if Pyrrha so wished. And she clearly "so wished." And if Nora told her that-
"Wait, WHAT!"
Oh, shit was she talking out loud again without realizing it? Ah, hell. "How much of that did I... um, did I say?"
"That Jaune wanted to do... to do... to..."
It was amazing that Pyrrha was the sexiest bitch on two legs when the camera was on her and a stammering wreck about a boy when the camera was off, but Pyrrha was nothing if not amazing. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. "Yeah, Jaune made it seem like he'd be down for... as much as you're comfortable with, so... how much are you comfortable with?"
"What?"
"Like, you willing to let him kiss you, play with your breasts, maybe do some of that bondage stuff with you? I think he'd be willing to finger you, maybe oral?"
"Nora! I'm not even sure I'm able to handle him with his shirt off, and now you're suggesting I- I- I... Oh god, I'm going to die."
"Breathe, Pyrrha! Breathe!"
Nora heard her gasp, and she really considered hanging up and heading over there in person to make sure Pyrrha didn't literally die, but she was able to hear Pyrrha start to breathe again. "That's it... deep breaths. Just a lot... of deep breaths. You're okay. Everything's... okay..."
Pyrrha breathed in, and then out. "It's not... what you think."
"It's okay Pyrrha," she reassured her friend, "You can tell me. Whatever it is." Please don't be weird please don't be weird please don't be weird.
"When I'm live, I... I mean, you know how I am about... sex-stuff..." Nora had to nod at that, that had been a big question, "I'm able to be... sexy, because I just pretend that the only person watching me is Jaune."
"Oh. Hmmmmmmm. That's... that's a pickle, isn't it? But you can just have him show up and take his shirt off and you'll be fine! He doesn't have to do any of the-"
"Nora!" Pyrrha wailed, once again forcing Nora to jerk the phone away from her ear, "If I had the chance to make my move on Jaune and I didn't take it, I- I- I'd never forgive myself!"
And Nora took a moment to think things through (a rare feat for her). Really... Pyrrha was nervous, but, at the same time, Pyrrha was a champ, someone she'd known since grade school, who'd never backed down from a challenge. So she took up her phone and gave Pyrrha a pep talk. "Alright, Pyr, listen up!" and she could practically hear Pyrrha sit up a little straighter at that, "You want three things: you want to make it as a camgirl, you want Jaune, and you want to make a lot of money screwing him on camera!"
"Wait, Nora, what-"
"And the only way you're going to get any of that!" she forcefully shut down Pyrrha's interruption, "Is if you get on camera and make it happen, girl!"
The line was quiet for a moment, and then, slowly, weakly, but growing in strength, Pyrrha responded, "O...Okay. I can do it."
"So on your feet, soldier!" she cheered, "And go get your man!"
Seated next to Jaune, Pyrrha felt a buzz of nervous energy. Just as Nora said, he said he was game for anything, making a polite joke that he was "mystified" by his apparent popularity and hoping that he didn't underwhelm, but, judging from the wave of interest she'd had before the stream, he drastically underestimated how popular he was.
She'd never seen her chat so active. Pyrrha was deeply grateful for all of Nora's help, as ThunderGoddess, she was a fairly big amateur name, and she really appreciated the hand up, but it was a little overwhelming, especially to see how strangely popular Jaune was. Well, she knew why people would like Jaune---he was a really nice and giving guy who was always the first to volunteer when somebody needed help, but how would people on the internet know that? Sure, he was also cute, and had a really dorky charm, and... and Pyrrha could feel her face heat up as she was thinking more about the things she liked about Jaune.
God, this was so much more than a crush. Jaune had been a mutual friend of Ren and Nora's, and while Pyrrha had been recovering from a car accident and had been at her lowest point emotionally, he---practically a complete stranger---had stepped in to make sure she had constant emotional and practical support. He hadn't done it because of her fame or her looks, or because he pitied her for her career ending injury. No, he did it because he'd have done it for anyone, but that made it an even sweeter, kinder gesture. This wasn't just a crush. She was seriously in love with him.
And, apparently, so was her audience.
Her donation tracker already had a hundred and fifty lien, and she hadn't even started! She glanced at it, looking at the "Jaune shirtless" goal at three hundred, but then, all the rest were goals for her to do---a couple additional streams, a few bondage positions she'd try, and a "chat's choice" option. Jaune's name didn't show up again until the joke option (at three thousand lien), for "Jaune eats cereal on camera."
Her audience was clearly excited. No use in waiting any longer. "You ready?" she asked, trying to keep a nervous tremor out of her voice.
"Oh yeah!" he replied, "This should be fun!"
And then she turned on the camera.
And the donations shot up.
"Hi everyone!" she said with a wave. "It's me, SexySpartan! Thank you all for coming in, especially those of you who are here for my friend," and she had to admit, her heart beat a little faster as she called him her friend, "Jaune!"
"Hello!" Jaune waved, the dings of donations suddenly surging. "Oh wow, it looks like I've already got to take my shirt off."
She'd only introduced herself and she was more than halfway to rent. And the money kept coming... "Actually, Jaune," she said, pointing to chat, "It seems SnowAngel promises an additional fifty lien if you're willing to take your shirt off slowly, plus another twenty if you spin it over your head after you take it off."
"Well," he said, with that fun, roguish grin that always made her heart melt (and her panties get moist), "I guess you better hit that donation button, SnowAngel, because..." and he started to reach down to the hem of his shirt and slowly pulled it up, revealing one set of abs at a time and- holy shit Jaune was ripped.
Pyrrha, a former collegiate athlete before her sudden injury, still worked out quite a bit. But she had to admit, the thought of working out with Jaune now seemed awfully tempting... He was spinning his shirt over his head, but Pyrrha's eyes were simply locked on his chest, admiring his toned abs... except for when they trended downwards, where she could see a familiar bulge... and how far down his thigh it went...
She was barely able to stop herself from drooling, but she knew that nobody on the stream was watching her. But as Jaune lowered his shirt, she quickly tried to act like she was normal, taking the shirt from Jaune (and not burying her face in it, inhaling his scent) and putting it off screen. "Chat sure seems to like you!" she said, cheerfully, desperately trying not to sound weird.
"Well, RedLikeRoses says I can..." and Jaune seemed to pale as he read from the chat, "split her like a rail... um... thanks? I guess?" he gave a weak laugh, "Nobody's ever... offered that before... And, um, SilverEyedSoccerMom... oh, that's... that's very kind of you, uh, ma'am," he swallowed, opting not to read out loud the depravity she'd written, promising to be his "personal anal princess."
And judging from what SunDragonRage had posted beneath that, her viewers were clearly making a contest of who could make him blush the hardest... or to see who was willing to go the furthest, or possibly, to see who had the most inventive sex act they were willing to offer him.
Much like Nora had said: the internet loved Jaune.
But as he looked over to her, wide eyed and slightly alarmed, she realized that she really did love him. She felt such a surge of tenderness, a desire to wrap her arms around him and hold him, sweetly, with the promise that it'd all be alright... and then she'd take that shirt off and show SunDragonRage how a real woman would show him a good time.
And that thought lit a fire in her. "Well, SunDragonRage," she purred, seductively, "I think that's an excellent suggestion, but I don't want to jump the gun with Jaune here---but OceanBlue, I think that's a wonderful idea for what Jaune could start with."
"Oh, which one's... that..." his voice slowed down as he clearly saw the message she was referencing.
OceanBlue: Jaune/Thunder shippers rise up! I will pay 100 lien if he takes Spartan over his knee and spanks her silly for trying to get in the way of true love! >:)
"Excellent idea, Ocean! I've been a bad girl, haven't I, Jaune?" she turned to him, her eyes smouldering with lust. But Jaune's eyes were still fixed on the screen, where more messages were popping up.
StoriesNeverEnd: A capital idea! I rather agree with Ocean's suggestion!
SnowAngel: God, Jaune spanking Spartan is life! Wish it were me!
SoundNotSight: Make sure to count 'em off! :)
WINchester: Punish the slut!
DisciplinedDisciplinarian: Use a crop!
VelveteenVixen: How much lien for the reverse?
"Umm..." his jaw had started to hang loose, "well, if um, you're game..."
And Pyrrha practically jumped out of her seat and into his lap. She quickly flipped her skirt up, hoping her webcam gave a good view of her lacy black panties. She'd normally be more professional about making sure her audience had a good view, especially for something where she'd be looking away from the screen, but the thought of Jaune... mmmm... spanking her, was just too much.
But Jaune paused, and Pyrrha realized just how forward she was being. A furious blush came to her, and she began to feel her whole body shake as- No. She was on camera. She was to perform, and she took that nervous shake and transferred its energy into giving her behind a sexy wiggle as she whispered to Jaune, "Come on, I'm so game, and the audience really wants this!"
And then, after a moment's hesitation, she felt the sudden, sharp CRACK of his hand across her buttocks. "Oh!" she cried, feeling the sting of his strike, and then added, "One!" SMACK! "T-Two!" she squealed, astounded at how wet he was making her. SLAP! "Three!" she joyously proclaimed, and on and on he went, a full ten blows to her rump, from the man she secretly loved, with hundreds of eyes on her, and Pyrrha had never felt more aroused.
She giggled as she got off his lap, her legs feeling woozy as she got back to her chair. Glancing towards chat, it seemed that she wasn't the only one who'd enjoyed it.
SoundNotSight: God that was sexy!
PinkLotus: Giving me some ideas for Thunder's next stream :)
SunDragonRage: He's so nervous and it's adorable! I want to ride him until his dick breaks off!
RedLikeRoses: Jaune! Please! I wanna have your babies!
SilverEyedSoccerMom: Not if I get to him first >:)
SnowAngel: I would literally die if Jaune spat on me. It's all I want and I would die happy.
Jaune turned to Pyrrha and whispered in horror, "Who are these people?"
"The people who pay my rent," she answered, "and they love you."
"Why?"
Why?
Why not?
Yeah, her audience was... intensely thirsty for him, and, yeah, they mostly just knew he was a cute blond with a body, but if they even knew half of the Jaune that Pyrrha knew... how couldn't they love him? He was the guy who brought her food and hung out with her while she was in the hospital, just because he'd heard from Nora that she had a friend going through a hard time. He was the guy who'd learned that he was an internet meme, and his first thought wasn't embarrassment or self-interest, but asking how can I help my friends out? He was kind and sweet and so fucking hot...
And then she realized that she might have said some of that aloud. Or maybe all of it aloud. Because she realized her mouth was moving and there was a look of stunned realization on Jaune's face and her heart was beating a mile a minute and the donation tracker was dinging and her-
And then he kissed her. A long, slow, and sudden kiss, a kiss like she'd dreamed of. And as his lips, eventually, disconnected from hers, she could only sigh with pleasure. It was better than she could ever imagine, not only the kiss, but knowing that he loved her back. "I," he laughed, such a joyful, lovely laugh! "I really thought... God, I wanted to be on your stream because... I really like you, too."
She could hear her donation meter going crazy, could feel all of the chat blowing up as they finally confessed their feelings for each other. "Jaune... " and she blinked away the happy tears that were clouding her eyes, "And... you don't mind that I'm a camgirl? That I... do this?"
He leaned in, and whispered into her ear, "I watched one of your BDSM streams," and then he leaned in even closer, the feel of his breath tickling her skin, "and it was super fucking hot."
All Pyrrha could do was gasp in response.
"Hey Spartan," he said, a teasing lilt in his voice, as he gestured to her "toybox." "Seems like we just crossed the line for me to eat cereal on camera, and I noticed you don't have a table in your room... but I think I can find a solution."
She moaned into her gag. This position she was in was very uncomfortable, and every point of discomfort was just making it sexier. Her face was pressed into the floor, her butt was up at a high angle, and her hands and legs were bound tight--- Jaune, it turned out, was really good at bondage.
And then she moaned even louder as she felt the cold stoneware bowl get placed on her exposed ass. She had to be perfectly still, to be a good table, as she heard the crinkle of Pumpkin Pete's being poured into the bowl. It was an old box, one of the ones that still had her face on it, and her delicious humiliation made it almost impossible to stay still, but she knew she had to keep her position. She heard Jaune pour the milk in, the bowl growing colder as her pussy grew slick with need.
She heard the spoon plunge into the cereal and all she could imagine was his cock plunging into her, a thought that was, on its own, almost enough to get her off. But what really brought her to the edge was hearing as he crunched the cereal in his mouth, and her donation tracker started going off as her audience went wild.
And as the ding ding ding of all the donations rolling in mingled with the sound of him eating cereal, it was just too much, too humiliating, too degrading, too perfect! With a great squeal into her gag, Pyrrha shuddered and came, rocking her ass and spilling the cereal, the feel of the cold milk coating her ass, her pussy, dripping down her legs as she moaned.
"Oh," Jaune said, a hint of teasing cruelty in his voice, "you're getting punished for that."
DINGDINGDINGDINGDING
When the Headmistress told Pyrrha that she was being "encouraged to pursue a unique opportunity in partner selection," she had been wary. She was used to being "gently encouraged" or "kindly recommended" to do this or that, either by her agent or the schools or her parents or her sponsors. These were always actually commands, generally something she didn't want to do, and frequently made her feel worse after she'd done it. But she couldn't say no. Expectations were always just too high, and the consequences, though subtle, were always in a web of followup consequences, and that scared her. Standing up for herself could "jeopardize her future contract" or some other such nonsense that always led to the word she hated most in the world: disappointed.
She simply couldn't handle the thought of people being disappointed in her. Whether her parents or her agent or the people of Mistral, she lived her life in the constant terror that her actions would somehow upset someone. It was a life of relentlessly strict scrutiny and constant, constant fear.
And she hated it. She hated it. She was just so sick, so very sick of being Miss Perfect who never got anything less than an A on a test, because she was terrified of what people would think if she got a B. Every day, there was a little voice inside her that asked if today was going to be the day she finally screamed. The day she tore her world apart and shattered the pedestal she'd been placed on. When she made everyone learn that she wasn't perfect!
But today... was not that day. The pedestal was intact. She told the Headmistress, politely, that she'd do what was asked of her. And the Headmistress smiled, the way they all did, when she simply confirmed what they already knew: that she wasn't going to be a problem.
But even if today wasn't the day she screamed, it wasn't a day like any other. Because the task she'd been assigned, and she should scarcely believe it was true, was to partner with a specific student. A student who would need her guidance and assistance. A student unlike anyone else at Beacon.
A male student.
She remembered almost laughing when the Headmistress said that. It was a given of Remnant: a Huntress was blessed by the Goddess of Light. And she only shared her blessing with women. It wasn't even enough to have XX chromosomes; it was magic, not science. Anyone who lived as a man was under the purview of the God of Darkness, the God who'd "gifted" the world with Grimm. A male Huntress, or... a Hunter? Huntsman? There was no word for it because the idea was ludicrous.
And yet, Jaune Arc had aura. It was being kept under wraps for now, but if he passed initiation, he'd be quietly revealed to the school. There would be enormous pressure on him to shape up, having no experience in combat training or Grimm combat, and she was identified as the best equipped to help handle that. And so, he was identified to her and instructed that she should target him as a partner.
But Pyrrha wasn't thinking in terms of his combat ability, but in terms of something else. He'd be on a pedestal, too. He'd be under the eyes of the world. He would know what she was going through, because he was going through it. No---they were going through it. Together.
There had never been anything like this in her life before. She had never had any one in her life before. And now she'd have a partner. She thrilled at the word. Partner. She had spent the whole time thinking of teammates, of the awkwardness of leading three others, who were almost certainly fans of hers, but this opportunity would be life changing. She would find Jaune, she would partner with him, and she would finally not be so lonely, trapped on her pedestal.
She'd never been so happy to agree to something.
And yet, reality never lived up to the fantasy.
Not Jaune---Jaune was perfect. He was kind and sweet and an excellent student and appreciative and cute and other things that got Pyrrha's heart beating a mile a minute whenever she thought of him. From when she first met him in the Emerald Forest to fighting alongside Nora and Rin to bring down a Deathstalker to hearing the Headmistress announce that Jaune Arc---as a man ---would be leading Team JNPR... it had been the happiest day of her life. She didn't even mind that Nora and Rin had asked for autographs before they'd even left the Forest, she was that happy.
But what happened next wasn't what she had expected.
Because it seemed that some people got placed on a very different kind of pedestal.
They were eating breakfast together with Team RWBY, a team that Pyrrha felt she would have liked if it wasn't for one very small detail that made them a bunch of treacherous viper cunts.
The flirtation.
The endless fucking flirtation. Yang seemed to wear less clothing every day. Blake whispered the dirtiest things in her dear partner's ears every chance she thought Pyrrha couldn't stop her. Even Ruby, sweet, kind little Ruby, awkwardly fidgeted and asked Jaune if he'd like to study together or play video games or just read comic books. Ruby was the worst, because Jaune clearly enjoyed Ruby's friendship, and keeping the little brat from sinking her claws into Jaune necessitated doing things that made Jaune unhappy, made him feel isolated, and made her feel controlling.
Oh wait, no, how could she forget! Ruby wasn't the worst because Ice Bitch was here. Ice Bitch, with her money and elegance and those long, shapely legs she would cross and uncross as though she was doing anything other than to draw Jaune's attention to them. Ice Bitch was laughing, that infuriating, musical laugh that sounded like the tinkling of crystal, as she asked how Jaune felt about possibly spending the winter break "with his Snow Angel" at her chalet.
Her fucking chalet.
The RWBY sluts were the worst, but that was only because they were the closest. Every Huntress at Beacon, and, she feared, Remnant, wanted a piece of her partner. Before now, the idea of a man being able to take all of a Huntress's affection was just fantasy, but her partner made it a reality for them. And a nightmare for Pyrrha. From Carla, trying to bully her Jaune into spending a night with her team, to that lying snake Velvet with her "woe-is-me" act, to the cougars in the faculty---every woman in Beacon was on the prowl and they smelled blood.
And Jaune, of course, had no idea how to tell them no.
He was on the pedestal. Any action he took, any time he said "no," he'd disappoint them. And he couldn't bear to hurt anyone. And so he endured the relentless flirtation, blushing awkwardly as Yang thrust her chest out or Ruby nuzzled her head against his shoulder or the slit in Rin's dress seemed to get higher every day.
She wished she could help him. But how could she? All she knew how to do was to meekly comply as everyone treated her like she wasn't a person, but an ambulatory entertainment experience. She was the celebrity, here to sign autographs. He was the Huntsman, here to be ogled.
The little voice inside her told her this couldn't last. That the whole thing would come crashing down inevitably, and the only question was, would she be the one tearing it all apart, or would she be the one caught in the rubble?
It was Blake who finally pushed things over the edge, which had surprised Pyrrha.
The problem emerged at dinner. She had been seated next to Jaune, with Nora seated on his other side. That was an acceptable arrangement in Pyrrha's eyes---Nora was no less interested in Jaune than anyone else at this school, but she was too easily distracted and disorganized to make a real play. Team RWBY was seated opposite of them, with Blake directly opposite of Jaune and Yang in the unfortunate furthest position, across from Rin. This, she had thought at the time, was a stroke of luck: Blake made her moves from the shadows. She didn't pose a threat if she was in the middle of the group, in a well lit room.
And she was damn glad it was Blake rather than the rest of them. Yang was literally just wearing a bikini under her jacket, which Pyrrha hadn't seen buttoned up in weeks. Ruby was now wearing makeup, and she was unsettlingly good at it, looking much more mature as she batted her smoky eyelashes at Jaune. And Weiss had been pulling out the big guns, her dress looking like she was wearing a literal snowfall and her pale blue lipstick made her lips, that she was seductively running her tongue over, look so very alluring.
Yep, Blake was by far the safest option, from her perspective.
Dinner was tense. But only for Pyrrha, of course. Somehow, all the other girls thought of seducing Jaune as some great game. They weren't consumed with jealousy, they weren't the ones fretting about other girls stealing their one true love. It was all so easy for them.
Pyrrha tried to start conversation with Jaune, talking about a nice, non-sexy topic, though, unfortunately, talking about the progress he was making in combat class led Jaune to reveal that Ms. Goodwitch (overseeing the cafeteria right now, obviously undressing Jaune with her eyes) had offered him private lessons. And, oh, not in the ring, not in any of the practice spaces, no. That might be subtle! Instead, she'd offered extra combat practice in her private quarters! Over a bottle of wine! This was all too unsubtle, too obviously-
But then she noticed that Jaune was struggling to speak. His face was red and flushed, he was short of breath, and his voice was high. Just like... She furiously looked under the table to see Blake's foot.
This whole time, she'd been running her stockinged foot up and down Jaune's erection.
And all she had to show for being caught was that mysterious, detached smile that filled Pyrrha with such incredible fury that she was going to- No. No, this was not the time for violence. It wouldn't work. No, she needed to take drastic action. She wasn't going to wait any longer. She wasn't going to sit by as these tramps tried to steal the one bright point in her life.
She turned, grabbed Jaune, and fiercely pulled him into a deep kiss, shoving her tongue as far down his throat as she could. The kiss was born of her rage, but as she dominated the inside of his mouth, as she searched to discover if a tongue could perform a tonsillectomy, all her anger and fear and jealousy seemed to melt away as Jaune kissed her back. It might not have been the kiss to wake up Sleeping Beauty, but as Pyrrha found herself melded with Jaune in that moment, it surely was True Love's Kiss.
When she finally broke from their buss, her and Jaune both panting for air but charged with adrenaline, she saw every eye in the cafeteria locked on her. Yeah, that wasn't enough. But she didn't want it to be enough. What she did next, she would have done even if every harlot in the room had conceded her victory.
She grabbed Jaune and pushed him onto the table, throwing all the food off with a sweep of her arm. Jaune gasped, but as she reached for his belt, he realized what was happening... and he smiled. And she smiled back. And then she ripped those damn jeans off and learned firsthand what aura meant for dick size.
A lot. Turns out, it meant a lot.
Which was good; it meant the girls got an easier view as she tore her own clothes off and took it all inside her. It was big and thick and made her feel oh so full as she struggled to slide her way down to the base. But it felt so good! So good! Even as he claimed her maidenhead, even as she struggled with how tight she felt, it was the best feeling she had ever experienced, made all the better because everyone was watching her!
As every girl at Beacon watched in awe as she mounted Jaune, she rode him passionately like a horse. Awe and, she thought with some satisfaction, quite a bit of open lust. Blake whined miserably as she clearly imagined that it could have been her. Weiss had two fingers pistoning in and out of her snatch. Rin and Nora were helping each other out with their fingers, trying to kiss each other while not taking their eyes off the sight of Pyrrha being brought to new heights of pleasure. Even Goodwitch was squeezing her chest through her blouse as she moaned. She looked around, making eye contact with each and every one of them, giving them the message that this was her boyfriend, that Jaune was her man, and they could all back the fuck off.
And finally, she listened to that voice inside of her. That voice that cheered as she shattered her image as a perfect, saintly woman who could do no wrong. She could do wrong. She could be a bad girl who fucked her boyfriend in the middle of the hall, while everybody watched. Yes, as she threw her head back in rapturous joy, she knew that today was the day. Today was the day, she thought as she felt Jaune bring her beyond the limits of her self control, today was the day she screamed.
In major operations, Emerald knew that there were bad situations and there were worse situations.
Pulling off the infiltration of Beacon and the destruction of Vale was always a risky situation---they were never in a good situation, just, in the best case scenario, staying in a stable bad one. But this was... neither stable nor bad. She and Cinder had been captured, but, somehow, it was worse than getting captured by Ironwood or Ozpin, or even if one of their erstwhile allies had turned on them. No, it was a much worse situation, because it was a much crazier situation, and Emerald was very much concerned about it.
Simply put: why the hell did a team of Beacon students have gags and chains and manacles? She didn't know, but it was just her luck that they'd been captured by Beacon's resident BDSM freaks. She scowled up at Pyrrha Nikos, the Invincible Girl looking all pure and innocent, even though she probably had a kink for getting whipped by her loser partner.
Said loser partner, that useless blond moron Jaune Arc, was trying to look stern as he leveled a severe gaze at them (ineffectual, of course). "Theft, hacking, conspiring with the White Fang... We really should just hand you over to Ozpin. But my partner..." he gestured back to Pyrrha.
"I had a much, much better idea," Pyrrha replied, sweetly. "I really don't think you're hardened criminals, just... misguided. And if you could be taught to behave..."
Emerald really didn't like the way she was saying "behave," especially considering Emerald and Cinder both had ball gags in their mouths and were chained to the wall. Of all the people to get caught by, it was these deviants. And, of course, they were the evangelical sorts, the kind who believed that everyone secretly shared their fetish and would fall over themselves to fulfill their weird sex fantasies.
She looked over to Cinder, who had a furiously defiant look on her face. Emerald smiled---well, she would have smiled if she wasn't gagged---knowing that these two arrogant teens were about to learn that, maybe they had impressed themselves with their virginal fumblings, they were facing two disciplined and trained operators. They'd be much harder to impress. It wouldn't change the fact that they were still captured, but being able to laugh off their little game would do a lot to regain control of the situation.
They flipped a coin, a gesture Emerald had to admit was fairly unique, and it seemed that Cinder would be receiving Arc's attention first. But he gave Emerald a teasing look as he told her he'd still give her some attention, even if he was focused on Cinder, for now. She'd rolled his eyes at him, even as he'd pulled down her pants and panties both, leaving her pussy exposed to his approving gaze. She rather didn't like that, but even more so, she was enraged that Cinder's perfect pussy, so beautifully symmetrical and with her artfully trimmed bush, was being exposed for these... these barbarians to look at. They didn't deserve to see Cinder's treasure, much less the way Pyrrha so disgustingly leered at it.
Emerald cast her eyes away, knowing that she most certainly had not earned the privilege. Even if she may have idly fantasized about it, or maybe not so idly, imagining the night where Cinder would come to her in a lacy negligee and tell her that she had earned a reward for her service... she'd tell her, as she slipped off her panties, that she had a new task for Emerald to carry out, one she was eminently qualified for, and...
No, oh no no no no, no! She could feel herself getting wet, and she refused to give these perverts the satisfaction of imagining that their lecherous depredations had any effect on her. She glared, furiously, as the blond dolt knelt down before Cinder's temple and reached over to her with his right hand.
So he thought he was good with his fingers? Well, Emerald would be the- oh DUST!
Emerald's eyes went wide as Arc started fingering her, with more precision, force, and just... oh! than she'd ever felt before. It was... it was incredible! She'd never masturbated herself this well, not with her fingers, not with toys, never! and she couldn't believe that Arc, of all people, was just so, so skilled!
It was hard to stay focused on the fact she did not like him, much less the fact that this was an interrogation strategy, so masterfully was he drawing her up onto wave after wave of pleasure. Oh, it was incredible! So, so, so incredible! Gods! Where did he learn to do this! Oh, oh, oh, oh, they had to recruit him, subvert him, kidnap him, whatever to keep this miracle worker after Beacon had fallen.
Glancing over to Cinder, Emerald saw that his tongue was apparently even more amazing as Cinder, perfectly composed, effortlessly disciplined Cinder, struggled, her eyes rolling up and her jaw biting hard on her gag as Arc's magnificent tongue (that would soon be upon her!) danced in time with her jerking hips.
And she felt her own hips start to buck uncontrollably as the familiar crest of a tremendous orgasm rose up and...
And he stopped. He stopped. Emerald's eyes went wide. Her thighs struggled to squeeze together, to create even the tiniest amount of friction to push her over the edge, but she couldn't. She couldn't, she couldn't, she couldn't!
Arc pulled away, and she could hear the muffled, dismayed moan as Cinder realized as well what was going on. Wiping his face with his sleeve, he looked to them with a grin. "Alright," he said, "that was a good warm up. Now," and his grin intensified, sending a pang of terror to Emerald's core, "let me show you what Pyrrha really enjoys."
And then he moved over to Emerald, lowering his head to her snatch, his left hand moving to Cinder. And Emerald realized that, yes, his tongue was somehow even better than his fingers were, and, worse, he knew exactly how to manipulate her most sensitive spots in such a way that she was constantly feeling like he was just about to tip her over to her desperate orgasm, but he never did. Surely, surely he would slip up at some point, surely he would go too far and she would finally be freed from her torment!
But he never did. She watched as her tongue gleefully teased and stroked and toyed with her, his eyes occasionally glancing upwards, sparkling with mischievous joy. Oh, she hated him, hated him so much, but it was impossible to feel that hatred when he was the source of such raw, torturous pleasure!
Emerald looked away, but immediately wished she hadn't. Her eyes met Pyrrha's, the champion gleefully and shamelessly masturbating at their plight, mocking Emerald with how freely her fingers could explore and pleasure her own body. If only she could play with herself, even for a few seconds she could finally get her release, but she couldn't and Pyrrha's teasing! taunting! titillating! display was driving her crazy!
And he kept going! He was going and going and Emerald realized that his statement, that Pyrrha "really enjoys" this, told her that Arc wasn't inexperienced in edging. The two of them must have done this before, with her tied up as he practiced his techniques on her heavenly pussy. Gods, she didn't want to think of Pyrrha's pussy as desirable, but her mind was so frazzled, so desperate to find some way of relief, her traitorous brain was flooding her with thoughts of servitude and devotion to the pair. That was all she had to do, right? Just give in, and she'd be allowed to cum her little brains-
No! She had to be strong! She looked over to Cinder, who struggled against Arc's fingers. She was holding on, so Emerald had to hold on, too! They could do it, they could surely prevail!
After all... how much longer could he really keep going?
She didn't know how much more of this she could take.
It was impossible to tell how long they'd been going. It felt like days from the way her arousal warped her perception of time, but even if it hadn't been that long, surely, they must have been going for hours, judging from the one timekeeping measure she had: Pyrrha exiting and returning to the room.
How did Arc not tire? There was no report of him having anything remarkable about him at all! Not that she had intel on the sexual prowess of Beacon students, but surely being a sex god would translate to some skills elsewhere?
Her jaw was already sore just from the gag, and he'd been alternating between eating them out and fingering them with no signs of stopping. This wasn't... it wasn't possible!
Suddenly, without warning, he stopped, and rather than switch which girl he was eating out, Arc stood up. "I figured," he said, unlatching the gag from Emerald, "you two could use a break from these, and a chance to tell me if you're ready to be good girls. Any takers?"
He smiled, and a panting Cinder and Emerald looked at each other, their sore jaws struggling to form words as they silently tried to bolster the other not to crack under the pressure. Because being his good girl sounded very, very tempting right now.
"Alright! You did good not breaking after the first round! Pyrrha thought you couldn't, but you two seemed tough enough that I was figuring it wouldn't happen until at least the third. I'm gonna go take care of my girlfriend real quick, cause you girls got her worked up!, but once I'm back, we can get started on round two!"
Round two? He figured they were only a third of the way to breaking? It seemed... it seemed impossible that Emerald could take another minute of this, much less twice over what she'd already experienced!
"Stay... stay strong, Emerald," Cinder panted. She could only whimper in response, her hips and thighs desperately squirming, desperately seeking relief. How- how much longer would they leave her like this?
Even Cinder seemed to be struggling. Emerald whined helplessly, knowing that any words that she tried to form in her mouth would surely become those of a desperate, helpless surrender. She wanted to cum, just cum so bad, she didn't even care that she'd been beaten by two teenagers, that she'd surely become their personal sex toy---gods help her, that sounded so wonderful right now! But she wouldn't- she couldn't break. Not when Cinder was counting on her. And Cinder was strong. She just had to believe- had to believe in Cinder! She'd find a way! She had to!
Her frazzled mind left her confused and disoriented, and it seemed like only moments passed before Jaune and Pyrrha came back in, and a treacherous sliver in Emerald's mind rejoiced. All she had to do was give in, to surrender to her new Master and Mistress, and she would be freed from this torment! She would finally cum, accepting a surge of incredible pleasure as they mercifully allowed her to-
NO!
She- she couldn't give in! For Cinder! She had to be strong, to not disappoint Cinder!
But her hips were already shaking, her irrepressible desire forcing her, like a puppet on a string, to buck towards Jaune's fingers, and the desperate, hopeless promise of release. She knew she'd break, she knew it was hopeless. He wasn't even using his wonderful, miraculous tongue and Emerald was already falling to pieces. His fingers danced on her button, coming oh-so-close to breaking her.
And then she screamed. She just couldn't take another-
Wait, no... she hadn't...
Emerald looked to Cinder with a sudden horror as she realized who'd just screamed. Tears were streaming down her beloved Cinder's face, as she begged Jaune, "Please... please, I can't take it anymore," the once imperious Cinder Fall whined, "I... I need to cum. Please, please let me cum, Master. It hurts! I'll do anything, anything you ask, I just... I neeeeeeeed to cum, please!"
"N-no," Emerald stammered, "C-Cinder, you can't- you're-"
"I don't care," Cinder moaned, "I need to cum! I'm a s-stupid arrogant slut. A! Stupid! Arrogant! Slut! Who needs to be punished by my Master. I don't deserve to cum, but I need it, please, Master, please!"
No. No, this wasn't... Cinder couldn't break... she was... she was Cinder. She was perfect, she wasn't... weak. She was so much stronger than Emerald was, and if she broke...
She felt her own tears run down her face as Cinder continued to debase herself. "I'll be a good girl," she sobbed, "I promise! Pleasepleaseplease!"
"Well, if you promise to be a good little slut..."
"I prooooomise!" she wailed, "I promise! I'll do whatever you want! I won't be bad anymore!"
"Well," and Jaune looked to his partner with a satisfied grin, "Do you think she's deserved her release."
Pyrrha gave Cinder a critical eye as she whined and quietly begged, debasing herself for this... teenager's amusement. But then she gave her boyfriend a nod, and Cinder's eyes lit up and Emerald's heart sank.
He reached down to Cinder's clit. "No, please!" Emerald begged, but she was too late: Jaune used two fingers and, through whatever magic technique he'd learned in pleasuring a woman, made a quick jerk... and then Cinder came.
She shrieked, a long, loud, and primal scream of sexual release. Emerald's exhausted pussy screamed at her in rage, for letting Cinder get her pleasure while she was still denied.
Emerald whimpered in dismay as Cinder finally regained enough of her composure to speak. Tongue lolling out of her mouth, she looked to Emerald, but her eyes weren't Cinder's anymore. "Emerald..." she giggled, "we were naughty~"
"No..." she feebly challenged what was plainly apparent, "no, Cinder, you can't..."
"Give in..." sighed the mind-broken sex doll where Cinder used to be, "cum your li'l brains out for Master and feel so good..."
She couldn't believe it. She couldn't accept it! She couldn't... no, it was clear to her. Cinder, peerless, perfect Cinder... had lost. But that sorrow and horror and dismay soon curdled in Emerald's stomach, turning to a hateful wrath. She looked at her former leader, her once-idol with a furious contempt. How much had she sacrificed, how much had she suffered, how much had she done because she was confident that this... this woman was somehow superior to her? This feeble-minded slut, who couldn't keep her mind together just because she had some good oral?
She looked to Jaune with a hateful glare, as she finally surrendered. "I'll give, I'll break. You've just... you've got to promise me..." she panted, "Give me Cinder. Let me punish that stupid whore and I'll be whatever you want me to be... Master."
Jaune laughed, a dark, commanding laugh that told Emerald she was so close to finally being freed from her nightmare. He looked to Pyrrha, so beautiful, her future Mistress, and asked, "What do you think, Pyr? Should we make a deal with the little slut?"
"Sounds like our little Cin-cin's gonna be a real handful," Pyrrha said with a smile. Cinder giggled brainlessly at her new nickname. "I say: it sounds like fun! Let her have some release, honey."
"Well then," he smiled and Emerald rejoiced, knowing that it was only a few torturous, blissful seconds until she was finally granted eternal servitude to her beloved Master and Mistress. Master lowered his head her pussy and, with one perfect kiss, Emerald's mind shattered into a million shards as she screamed her joy and devotion, her pussy gushing her love and every shattered fragment of her psyche proclaiming her new submission and obedience.
Her eyes rolled, she saw stars, and she realized she was suddenly no longer chained to the wall, no longer manacled. She was lying down, on a bed. And then she felt him. His arm wrapped around her. She looked over to her Master, smiling warmly down upon her.
"Did you have a nice nap, pet?" he asked, and Emerald grinned, loving that he called her "pet." He gave her shoulder a pleasant squeeze. "Wonderful. I think you and Cin-Cin are going to be very happy with us."
That name suddenly jolted Emerald's memory, and she realized that, behind her Master, off the bed, Mistress was standing, gloriously naked with only a familiar head of black hair blocking Emerald's view of her lovely pussy. Cinder, no, Cin-Cin was taking to her new role well, and Emerald couldn't help but giggle at the sight.
Looking back to Master, she demurely asked, "How... how shall I serve, Master? Should I join-"
"By resting," Master interrupted her. "Cin-Cin needs to be punished to learn to be a good girl, but when you're good, I think you'll find we take care of our cute little pets."
Tears sprung to Emerald's eyes. She couldn't- she hadn't- she was just so grateful to have such kind and caring owners! She'd be sure to be the best pet ever! And she couldn't wait until they let her discipline Cin-Cin and teach her a lesson about being a stupid arrogant whore!
She just couldn't wait!
Harriet's mind slowly spun up back to speed as her eyes blinked open. She was a Specialist, an Ace-Op, one of the best of the best, and she'd learned to carefully take stock of her situation. Closing her eyes to shield them from the harsh morning (...probably) light, she took a moment to try to figure out what her status was.
So... she definitely had a hangover coming.
And she was sore all over.
The first, well, the last thing she remembered, they were in a bar with the Beacon kids, celebrating... what were they celebrating? Marrow had told them they were there to celebrate something, but Harriet really couldn't remember. Maybe it was just celebrating Fridays? That sounded like Marrow. And then everything else was a blur, which led to her second issue, where every muscle in her body (even those ones) felt sore. What, did they go rock climbing last night? And then went... hold on a moment...
This wasn't her bedroom. This wasn't any bedroom she recognized. She was clearly in a hotel and on the edge of the... oh no.
Please don't be Marrow.
She slowly looked to her left to see a head of blond hair that she, regrettably, recognized.
Ah shit. Wasn't he Ruby's boyfriend? Or Weiss's? The Beacon kids were all way too involved in each others' lives and were all walking drama bombs because of it. It's like they'd never even heard of professional distance while they were living out their high school soap opera bullshit. Ugh, and now she was a part of it. She really hoped he wasn't dating Ruby. She liked Ruby.
But as she shifted on the bed, he seemed to realize she was moving. "Mmmm, Harriet, stop," he made a sleepy whine, eyes still closed and clearly not actually awake, "I told you we already did it enough for one night."
Was he- Was he turning her down? Well, first, actually, was he presuming that she wanted another round? The impertinence! The cheek! How dare he act like she was some oversexed nympho just because he got lucky enough to be her drunken mistake!
But... well, maybe it wasn't just her drunken mistake... and maybe the kid had a reason to be a little cocky.
Because, it turned out, Elm was also in the bed. Roused by the movement, she blearily sat up, rubbing her eyes, "Wha- what happened?" she asked, and then she looked to her right.
And saw him. And Harriet.
Who realized she was still naked.
And so was Elm.
And both of them focused up real quick.
"Get up!" Elm said, ripping the blankets off of Jaune, "Get up, get up!"
"Wha- what! I don't-" his hands shot to cover his crotch, "What are you-"
"Explain! Now!" Elm loomed over him, furiously, though the effect was somewhat muted by the way her heavy breasts swung and bounced as she turned on him.
But the boy's eyes were smart enough to only dart to them for a moment before they went right back to meeting Elm and Harriet's gaze. Which might have been a bad idea, because he could clearly see how furious they were and the boy looked terrified. "Don't- don't you remember?"
"Obviously, we don't!" Harriet seethed at him, "So start talking!"
"We got drinks last night, both of our teams, and when Marrow punched me in the face to test out my Semblance, you guys said you were gonna take me to the hospital, but then you, um, dragged me back here?"
She... vaguely remembered... something like that... with Marrow sucker punching the kid without warning, square in the face, and now that she was thinking about it, she kind of was... horny last night. Ah hell, this was so like her.
"Wait," Elm asked, "How hard did Marrow punch you in the face if you had to go to the hospital?"
"You were... kind of giggling the whole time you did it, so, I, uh, don't think you were, um, actually planning on taking me to the hospital."
That, from Marrow punching him in the face to Elm and her kidnapping him, also, admittedly, sounded like something they'd do while drunk. But then she noticed something that alarmed her.
"Jaune---you still have your black eye from Marrow's punch! Wouldn't your aura have healed it by now?"
He looked at her incredulously. "What aura? You two drained it all---you kept waking me up so we could do it again! Like, you'd both pass out-"
"We passed out?" Harriet asked, her turn to be incredulous.
"It was the only way you'd stop! And then you'd wake back up and suddenly, you'd be on top of me again."
Elm picked up a box of condoms that was sitting on the bedside table and, turning it over, demonstrated that it was empty. "Do you bring an entire box of condoms with you everywhere or what happened here?"
The haunted look Jaune gave her was the first time Harriet actually started to feel bad for the boy. "You... really don't remember that you wouldn't let me have my pants back, and I had to go down to the concierge in my boxers?"
"Wait, what?" Harriet's eyes went wide at that, "That doesn't- did we really do that?"
"Yeah, you took my pants, wouldn't give them to me---Elm actually picked me up and carried me to the door, so... Yeah," he gave her a grumpy look, "you really did do that."
But Elm raised a hand, "Hold on, I don't think we really would have-"
"You kept making up sexual positions and calling me a virgin when I didn't know them."
"Oh gods, we absolutely did that, didn't we," Elm said, though more to herself than to anyone there, "That is 100% something we'd do, and I honestly feel really bad about it."
Jaune awkwardly rubbed his neck. "In fairness, you got started because I didn't know what doggy style was and-"
Harriet grabbed him by the shoulders. "How the fuck do you not know what doggy style is? It's basically the third sexual position!"
"I didn't know, okay!"
"I do feel a little less bad now," Elm admitted, "Hey, if you don't know about doggy style, do you know about flanging, because-"
"Yeah, you did this last night," Jaune groused, "you're going to give me a long description and setup, and then you're both gonna laugh and call me a virgin."
Elm blushed. "Well, I wouldn't... call you a virgin..."
"Because I'm not. And before you ask, no, you didn't take my virginity."
"You're lying." Harriet quietly replied as she slipped out of bed and started picking up pieces of their clothes.
"FUCK," Jaune swore, and then muttered, "Thought... thought I could salvage that pride..."
Their clothes were less strewn around the room and more... ritualistically arranged around the room in the weirdest possible positions. And she could clearly tell that, at some point last night, she and Elm had concluded it'd be hilarious if they tied Jaune's socks to the lamp. She started to get redressed, and tossed clothing to Jaune and Elm, only to realize that Elm wasn't paying attention to Harriet or getting redressed.
Her attention was entirely focused on Jaune.
And the look on her face was a little unsettling.
"Elm," she sighed, "leave the poor boy alone, we've done enough..."
"I'm really sorry, Jaune, but..." and she shook her head as she clearly was making up her mind to actually say it, "I really need to see you dick."
Jaune's hands immediately shot to his groin as Elm made an apologetic shrug. "I'm sorry, man, but... I mean, you get it!" she gestured to Harriet, who honestly didn't want to be a part of this, "This guy manages to fuck two Specialists' brains out, and I don't remember any of it---I have to see the dick that pulled that off! I'm not going to spend the rest of today just trying to imagine it!"
She rolled her eyes. Elm was a bigger size queen than Winter, and, frankly... actually, Elm was right. Harriet had to either see that dick or she'd probably spend every moment she spent with the Beacon kids asking herself exactly what he was packing between his legs.
But she knew she had to be diplomatic about it. "Alright, Jaune..." she sighed, acting like this was a reluctant decision, "you know we've both, apparently, seen it a hundred times last night, so if you could just give us a peek and we could all get dressed and go about our day?"
He looked down, in sorrowful embarrassment. "I'm... it's small."
"Oh, Jaune, honey..." Elm gave him a motherly pat of reassurance (weird choice, but it seemed to work), "I'm sure you're much bigger than you-"
"It's slightly smaller than one and a half inches beneath the average," he glumly recited.
Well, Harriet had to guess that guys knew the average pretty well, especially if they... didn't measure up, but still, that was kind of a weird thing to know so precisely. "Jaune," she tried to sound sympathetic, "I mean, are you sure that-"
"I know it, because you two measured it, looked up the average for Valean men on your scroll, and the men of all the other Kingdoms, and then you reminded me about it, continuously, all night."
"Wow," Elm said, staring straight ahead, "We are assholes."
Yeah, that was... damn. They were assholes.
She and Elm shared a remorseful look. They really did like the Beacon kids, and she felt awful that she'd just been so shitty to one of them. So excessively shitty. And she really didn't like what this suggested about them, that they'd been so obnoxiously cruel to someone who'd been, apparently, giving them one hell of a night.
But on that note...
Harriet was starting to feel that itch come back, a very particular itch that told her that Jaune was exactly the best way to scratch it, and, looking to Elm, she was kind of in the same mood.
"Hey, Jaune?" Harriet started soft and apologetic, as she sat down on the bed "We... really crossed a line there. And we shouldn't have done that."
Elm struggled to keep her grin suppressed. "We just feel awful about what we put you through..."
"We want to make it up to you, Jaune," Harriet said sweetly, crawling towards him.
"We've been bad girls," Elm giggled, pressing her boobs into Jaune's back, "and I'm sure you could have a lot of fun with a pair of naughty bitches who want to say they're sorry..."
But then Jaune practically leapt backwards, "That's not! I don't- This isn't what I want!"
Both girls immediately realized that they'd basically slipped back into the "ignore Jaune's feelings and pressure him into sex" attitude they were, nominally, apologizing for. And this time, they were sober! Gods, when did they become the worst? Harriet wasn't sure how, but she kind of felt that this was at least a little Marrow's fault.
A chagrined Elm looked over to Jaune. "Hey, I'm... really sorry. We're not... I mean, what we did to you... that wasn't cool. And we're sorry for putting you in that situation."
"No, that's... not what I meant," and Jaune inched back over towards them on the bed, "I mean, I really... like, I know I've complained a lot, but last night was really good sex, you know?"
Harriet felt a lot better hearing that, his words practically letting her sigh in relief that she hadn't been part of the worst first time ever. But Jaune kept explaining.
"I... maybe..." and he blushed even more furiously than he had before, "maybe I like it when two strong, super hot women are being mean to me."
"And then you fuck them silly?" Elm asked with a sly look.
He looked down, but Harriet could tell he was grinning. "...Yeah."
Feeling a hell of a lot better about herself, Harriet began to strip out of her clothes. "Well," she asked, "what are you waiting for, shrimp?"
"B-but," he stammered, "we're out of condoms and-"
"And we're on the pill," Elm dryly replied. "Most Huntresses are."
Jaune's eyes turned furious at that as he shouted, "Wait, what? You said you-"
Harriet gave a cruel and taunting laugh. "Yep. We were just running you ragged yesterday to fuck with you. And, I mean, so far you've certainly told us you were impressive, but that's all on your word, so I'll believe it when I see it..."
"Be easy on the little virgin, " Elm giggled as she knelt down on the bed and wiggled her plump backside for Jaune, "if you wanna learn about doggy style, how about I teach you how it's done?"
"Maybe I forgot to tell you..." Jaune said, his voice taking a sudden edge as he gripped Elm's wide hips, "but I also got a little rough with you two last night..."
"What, did you spank us, or is that too much for- OH!" And Elm stopped talking as he slammed his little sword into Elm, whose eyes went wide. "Oh- oh, Harriet! Oh, he's- how are you- OH HE'S SO GOOD!" she squealed as she discovered she was wholly unprepared for receiving his dick. Harriet almost jerked backward in shock, having to wonder how he was able to do that with his, admittedly, not that impressive- but her thinking was cut off as Jaune wrapped a hand around her, his skillful touch groping and tweaking her sensitive places better than any lover she'd ever had before.
"When all you ever cared about was size," Jaune, suddenly much more in control of the situation, tsked, "You never learned that what matters isn't the size of the tool, but how you handle it."
"H-how do you- how do you- how does a virgin know how to do this!" she wailed, but all Harriet could pay attention to were the deft fingers working her clit and pussy and the way Elm's big tits jiggled as Jaune fucked her. Gods, he was fucking her. How drunk were they that they'd spent the night teasing and toying with him when they should have just lined up and gotten railed?
Jaune smirked as he kept ruthlessly punishing Elm. "What can I say? I'm a fast learner, and you two wanted to give me a lot of practice."
"T-too much!" Elm gasped, "It's all t-too much!"
"Well deal with it!" Jaune ordered, punctuated the command with a meaty slap to Elm's behind, "Because I'm not stopping!"
Harriet's training told her to back up her beleaguered comrade, but Jaune's hand was mastering her pussy and she was powerless to do much more than squirm on his fingers as Elm's position was overwhelmed. Watching her Ace-Ops sister helplessly battered by his assault, seeing that even Elm was powerless to defend against his dick... they should have been fucking him since the first day they met!
Time became strange while she watched Jaune fuck Elm. It was hard to focus on anything as his fingers kept giving her sudden bolts of disruptive pleasure, but her eyes snapped from Elm's face, her swinging boobs, to the way Jaune was thrusting into her. It felt like he either kept them on the edge for hours or blasted through their defenses in seconds, but when Elm came, it was loud and sudden and shattering, the unbreakable Elm Ederne crumpling as she slumped forward. Harriet's gaze drifted from her defeated teammate to Jaune, his cock looking anything but underwhelming as he gave her a confident look.
"Your turn," he said, a bestial growl entering his voice.
"Y-yes, sir!" she saluted before he roughly shoved her down and mounted her.
"Where's that fucking mockery now?" Jaune asked, his dick reshaping Harriet's poor pussy, "Or are you finally taking your goddamned punishment?"
"Oh gods, yes! Punish us! We were bitchy cunts who deserve it!"
"I think I like this new attitude!" he roared and her heart (and pussy!) sang, "You stuck up Ace-Ops bitches needed a good lesson that you weren't as great as you thought you were!"
"We did! We did!" she screamed, "Put us- put us- oh, please!- PUT US IN OUR FUCKING PLACE!"
And then she screamed, screamed her lungs out, felt her sight grow dim and every nerve seemed to fire at once, but oh gods! What an orgasm! Jaune was- Jaune was- He was magnificent! What a man! What a-
And the last thought on her mind before she blacked out, the last thought that was etched into her memory before she lost consciousness was: He is so damn good at this.
By the time she came back to consciousness, Jaune and Elm were asleep, his head pleasantly resting in Elm's generous cleavage. Groaning as she moved her body, enjoying the pleasant soreness of the full-body workout Jaune had put her through (she idly wondered if Ironwood might approve funds to hire Jaune as a "personal fitness trainer" for the Ace-Ops... maybe if Winter got a "trial run"). But, even if it was... Saturday (hopefully it was still Saturday), she still felt the need to grab her scroll and see if she had any messages from Clover or Ironwood. She didn't, but she... did have a whole bunch of messages... from Weiss...
They were alarmed, and she was clearly demanding an explanation for... Feeling the pit of dread in her stomach sink lower and lower, she scrolled up until she saw the messages she'd sent last night... and the photos.
A smiling, very drunk, selfie of Harriet, while in the background, Jaune ruthlessly fucked Elm. A few more shots of Elm and Jaune, the both of them clearly too lost in their passionate lovemaking to realize what Harriet was doing. And, of course, the message she'd typed out.
"HOPE HE;S NOT YUOR BOYFEND WEISY!!!!"
Oh, there were probably going to be consequences for this.
Beacon, like any place in the world, had a pecking order. There were those on top and those beneath, and anyone who didn't make sure to put themselves on top was only going to find themselves at the bottom. It was cruel, but Cardin Winchester didn't make the rules.
He was just very good at using them.
And he had expected that Beacon would, like his old combat academy, be another place where he could dominate the scene. Find some dork to push around, find a babe to secure his status (and a side piece, of course, he wasn't exactly a one-woman man), get some flunkies and hanger-ons, and rule this school the way it was meant to be.
Except, of course, some people just didn't get the memo. Specifically, Jaune Arc.
Cardin hated Jaune.
Everything about him just... offended him. His weakness. His dopeyness. How obviously he didn't belong and... worst of all, the fact that he'd gotten one over Cardin.
That could not be forgiven.
But there was something just as bad that Cardin had happened to stumble across. Jaune Arc, that lucky fucking asshole, was banging Pyrrha-fucking-Nikos!
And not just Beacon's top babe. Oh no, Jauney-boy's little "I'm so desperate and pathetic" act had evidently gotten him a fucking threesome with that rabbit bitch Velvet! Yeah, she was an animal, but it was fucking bullshit that Jaune was scoring so fucking high out of his league!
But... Cardin had a plan for that.
Well, he made Dove do the work, but he was the one who put the plan into motion, and he'd be the one to reap the rewards.
The Winchester family had long had a controlling stake in Valean dust mining operations, and so Cardin well knew that there were rarer, less well-known dust types that, with some specialized alteration, could do just about anything anybody needed. The Winchester family didn't let this secret out, lest those upstarts at the SDC catch on, but it was the technological advance that would soon keep proper, aristocratic families in charge of Vale for generations!
And more importantly, it gave Cardin a jar of very special dust that would fix his problems and put him right back on top of the school's totem pole!
All he needed to do was wait for a chance to get both of those bitches away from their friends. And he didn't have to wait long, seeing both of the sluts slipping away from their friends after class.
He knew what they were up to. It infuriated him after he discovered that Jaune was fucking well above his station how often he was getting it. They'd just seem to disappear all of a sudden instead of hang with the rest of their loser friends, which nobody noticed, but Cardin knew what was going on. Or worse, these two fucking sluts would slip off by themselves to lezz it up in a broom closet. That infuriated him. Cardin thought it was hot as shit for two chicks to make out (and with this dust, he'd get to see plenty of it), but without a man around, two chicks doing it... it was just gross.
But it wasn't long before he'd followed them into a distant hallway where he'd have his chance to make his move. Fucking bitches weren't even paying attention that someone might be following them, all caught up in their own little, loser world where a simp like Jaune was worth paying attention to when there was an actual stud who'd give them a proper fucking. And right now, he had a perfect shot to turn the tables and set things back to how they ought to be.
"Here, CATCH!" he yelled triumphantly, flinging the jar at the two of them, the mechanism already primed to burst right over their heads, sprinkling the two of them with enough dust to make them the women they were always supposed to be.
With a great crash of shattering glass, a dust cloud caught the two of them by surprise, midway through turning around at his call.
"Ah, Cardin!" the animal whined, "What did you- what- oh..."
"S-something- something's wrong!" Nikos tried to sound valiant, but came off a little more than a whine, especially as her hands reached up to her chest. "M-my- what have you, ohhhhhh," she moaned as she began to knead her own tits.
"My titties!" the bunny girl cried as her outfit ripped, her chest ballooning outward, swiftly followed by Nikos's.
Now they looked like proper whores, especially as, with another great tearing sound, the bottom began to match the top with both girls moaning as their asses expanded, their panties splitting at the seams.
"Aren't you glad," Cardin sneered, "that I finally improved you as woman?"
"Oh, yes!" Scarlatine squealed, "I- I'm so sexy now!"
"Oh- oh, I always acted like I didn't like you," whined Nikos, "but I always knew I was just a stupid girl who needed to a real man to put me in my place!"
Cardin chuckled. "Glad I finally showed you girls the light."
Nikos early nodded her agreement. "Yes, oh, yes! We were so stupid to date a shrimp like Jaune when a hunky stud was here this whole time!"
"C-can I suck your cock now, sir?" Scarlatina, bashfully, begged him, "I- I know I'm a dumb animal who doesn't deserve it, but I'm a really horny slut!"
Cardin grinned. He was so glad they were finally seeing things his way...
Well, that was what was supposed to happen.
Except...
Nikos was some kind of freak with her Semblance or something, and managed to somehow deflect his dust jar in midair so that it burst... right... over... him.
Taking a faceful of dust, Cardin sneezed, and saw... almost like all the dust began to glow and then... disappear. Was that- was that what was supposed to happen?
"Dammit Cardin," Nikos sighed, "I thought Jaune told you not to mess with-"
"Um... Pyrrha?" the bunny slut timidly interrupted, "Do... do you know what kind of dust can do... that?" she said, pointing at Cardin.
Cardin was about to tell the bitches to just fuck off, but he suddenly realized that there was a sudden tightness in his chest. Words failed him. Soon, he toppled forward, his feet suddenly rubbery.
"Oh hell, Cardin, what was that dust?"
He choked, trying to make words, but nothing would move. His body was---it was burning! Like there was some kind of friction inside of him, an inexplicable... motion! He didn't know how to describe it, but it was like his whole body was changing. It was supposed to turn girls into curvy, big titted sluts, but he had no idea what it could do to a man! Why the hell had Nikos been so careless with her Semblance! She'd pay for-
But Cardin's thoughts were interrupted as he gasped in surprise as his shirt suddenly... felt really tight.
"Oh what the hell? Is that making-"
A button popped off. Then another. And then a third, as Cardin realized exactly what was happening to him.
His hand shot to his groin, only to discover... there wasn't anything there.
"W-we have to get them to a m-medic!" Scarlatina said in a panic, "T-this isn't something d-dust is supposed to b-be able to-"
"Hold on, bun." Nikos stepped forward as Cardin flopped to the ground, his rapidly changing body suddenly lacking it's former musculature and his new form was far too top heavy (and growing heavier!) for him to balance. "Maybe Cardin... needs to learn a bit of a lesson, hmm?"
Unable to do much more than whimper, he looked up, suddenly realizing there was now a mess of long, brown hair in his eyes. "I..." he wheezed, "I c-can't-"
He stopped as he realized that his voice was now high and- and- and- feminine! He sounded like a girl, and not even a halfway respectable one! His voice had the breathy pout of the kind of girls too cheap for Cardin to date but good enough to get some quick relief from. This... this couldn't be happening!
And then Nikos grabbed him by the shoulder and hauled him up. "Velvet?" she asked her partner, sweetly, "Let's get... Carla here to an empty room, where she can get some privacy for... getting in touch with her feminine side..."
Carla--- CARDIN!--- didn't like the sound of that, but he was too weak, too disoriented, and too unfamiliar with this new body to do more than lean heavily on Nikos as she led her into an empty classroom.
Velvet considered herself to be a rather kinky girl.
She had been fantasizing about being the fillings in an Arkos sandwich for the better part of the year, only to discover that Pyrrha, perfect, glamorous Pyrrha, shared that fantasy and invited her to share in their relationship, which had quickly become an exciting three way exploration of every kind of roleplay and fantasy that Velvet could conceive of: having her as Monsieur and Madame's maid, servicing their every need, having her and Pyrrha as dancing harem girls, having Jaune take a riding crop to Pyrrha as Velvet taunted the fallen champion, even one game where they were both tied up, blindfolded, and helpless as Jaune had his way with them!
But this was... this was a little much, even for her.
Carla---it was hard to think of the little bimbo they'd brought into the room as Cardin, her former tormentor and bully---was a piteous mess, draped on the teacher's desk, too addled by her new hormones, her new body, or maybe just the disorienting experience of having one's gender flipped from boy to girl in a little less than five minutes. But whatever had Carla messed up, Pyrrha was looking to take advantage of the opportunity.
Velvet looked to her girlfriend fretfully. "I... I don't know about this, Pyrrha..."
"Aw, Vel..." Pyrrha looked at her so sweetly that Velvet felt her ears tingle, "You're so sweet to worry for her, but... wasn't she such a bitch before now?"
That was... that was true. Velvet had first fallen in love with Jaune when he stood up to Cardin bullying her... and while he and the rest of his team were beating Jaune up, Pyrrha had swooped in and gloriously dismantled the whole pack of bullies! It had been the most glorious vision that had played a thousand times in her daydreams, seeing Jaune so valiant and Pyrrha so beautiful... and, Velvet remembered, Cardin had been trying to use this dust on them...
Pyrrha pushed her argument further. "And don't you think... it'd be just wonderful if Carla realized what a bitch she'd been to you... and to Jaune? And she just needed to make it up to you both..."
Carla made a sudden, panicked noise at that as she struggled to sit up, which was the wrong move to make. Because now, seeing how helpless Carla was didn't fill Velvet with sympathetic pity... it reminded her of how Cardin looked at helplessness. Saw a Faunus girl in the halls and knew he could get away with abusing her. And so he did. Mercilessly.
So now it was Velvet's turn to be merciless.
Smirking down at the little bitch who'd made her life hell, Velvet was quick to advance to her. "Aww, is it no fun when you're the one being picked on? Poor baby..."
She let her eyes roam hungrily over Carla's new body. A proper bimbo---her jugs were bigger than Yang's, and her chestnut hair now cascaded down past her shoulders in wavy locks. Her face had softened, no longer the harshly chiseled face of a meathead bully, now a soft, feminine, and frightened thing. All her once-vaunted muscles were now gone, dissolved into a soft and curvy body that made her old uniform into a slutty mockery of Beacon attire.
Her dress shirt, the top buttons ripped apart to show off her now bountiful valley of cleavage, was the most obvious change, but Velvet licked her lips to see that Carla's pants were also bursting at the seams, trying to contain wide hips and a booty far too generous for men's clothing...
Carla whimpered in fear as Velvet grabbed her by the chin and jerked her head upwards. "Look me in the eye when I'm talking to you, slut!" she ordered, a feeling of tremendous power coursing through her. "You're not too stupid to follow simple commands, or has that dust fried the last brain cells you still had?"
But all she got was more whimpering, which only made Velvet angrier. "Answer me when I'm talking to you, you stupid whore!"
"I- I'm sorry!" she shot out, "I'm sorry! I'm just so- I'm c-confused, and I can't- can't-"
"Did I ask for an excuse!" she thundered down at the helpless girl. "No. I asked for an answer. And if you can't understand how to answer my questions without babbling, we'll have to find a better use for that tongue. Am I clear?"
Carla froze for a moment, before stammering. "Y-yes! B-but I- I'm still-"
"Not fast enough!" Pyrrha stepped in, flipping up her skirt to reveal that she was daringly wearing no panties beneath it, and grabbed two big handfuls of Carla's hair, pulling her face right to her twat. "Lick!" she commanded, using the voice that never failed to get Velvet wet. "Come on!" she barked down to their new plaything, "You can do better than that, you worthless tramp! I'm not going to let up on you until you've learned how to lick pussy properly!"
Velvet took the opportunity to tear off the Carla's shirt and maul her big tits, loving how full they were, especially as they dangled from the helpless girl's chest. Slapping her tits was a lot of fun, especially because Velvet knew she was learning a very valuable lesson as she did it!
"Stupid cunt doesn't know what she's doing," Pyrrha grunted. "Want to give her a shot teaching her a lesson?"
An opportunity Velvet was all too eager to take up as she got right next to Carla's ear. "You always called me an animal of a freak, but guess what, Carla?" she spat, "You're the animal now. Lower than you even thought a Faunus was. You're my bunny-bitch now, slut, and you're going to learn what it means to fuck like bunnies by the time we're done with you."
"Mmmmm, yeah, that's what she is, isn't she?"
But Velvet wasn't done. "You're going to be our personal fuckbunny, eating our pussies, taking any toy we want in any of your holes, and you're going to thank us, because, if you're a good little bunny-bitch..." Velvet let the promise of hope dangle for a few seconds, knowing that confused, helpless Carla would be desperate for a way out, "We'll let you be Jaune's bunny-bitch too. You'll get to be your Owner's personal fuckbunny, taking his cock---and I can assure you, it's much more than whatever toothpick you used to be packing---every way he wants it, however he wants it, whenever he wants it."
As she spoke, Velvet could tell that Pyrrha's grip on Carla's hair was tightening, forcing the slut to keep going, even as Velvet assaulted her mind with promises of her whorish submission.
Excellent. She hoped it was all sinking in.
"And maybe if you're lucky," Velvet continued, "Jaune's going to want to fuck like bunnies because he's gonna breed you. Don't you want that, you little whore? Have Jaune stuff a baby in you, and you'll keep pumping out kids for him till you're completely used up?"
Pyrrha took the opportunity to squeeze Carla's head between her thighs, to grind her pussy even more aggressively in their slut's face. Velvet took her chance to whisper one last poisoned barb into her former bully, now bimbo's, ear.
"Aren't you so excited to be his bunny-bitch, too?
She was Carla now.
There was no denying that simple fact.
But every remaining ounce of Carla's mental strength and fortitude was going into resisting what these girls were trying to turn her into!
They had brought her back to a dorm, dragged, really, and any attempt to struggle had long been beaten out of her. Not that she'd seen anyone on the way back---but the thought of someone seeing her as a half-naked, fuck-drunk bimbo slut, being paraded around... it filled her with such shameful thoughts that Carla had to do everything she could just to hold on.
But Velvet... Carla's pussy felt so good as Velvet drilled her, and as Velvet was drilling her pussy... Pyrrha was drilling her mind. She was... pliable and weak. Carla hadn't been a woman before, but she'd never dealt with sensations like this---whether it was just her new pussy and boobies being so sensitive, or if her mind wasn't used to the estrogen sloshing through her veins, or maybe she was just a big slut!
A bolt of pleasure came over her as she had that last thought and Carla moaned in helpless dismay. There was no denying it: she wanted to be a slut, to give in to her Mistresses and be their sexy bunny-bitch, their pet. Sucking Jaune's cock now seemed like the most desirable reward she could ever be given, second only to being bred by the stud, but Carla tried as hard as she could to deny what her body knew to be the truth.
Because once she accepted it, she would be well and truly broken, an utterly helpless slut who had no thoughts left other than being a pleasure toy for her betters- no! Her- her-
Carla struggled, trying to think of how she felt about Jaune and her Mistresses, but trying to think of that only made her realize how sexy they were.
No, she wouldn't- wouldn't give! She was a Winchester, no, he was a Winchester! He was Cardin Winchester! These girls were the whores who should be turned into dumb sluts, this- this situation was an outrage!
Rallied by that sudden burst of courage, Cardin felt confident, felt like-
You're being silly, Carla!
What- who could have- who said that!
But the voice in his head just giggled. Don't you wanna get in touch with your feminine side?
Cardin felt a surge of revulsion at the thought! He didn't want to- didn't- He didn't have a feminine side! He was all man! Not like that loser, Jaune, trying to simp his way into winning over girls!
But the thought of Jaune set off the voice he instinctively knew was Carla's.
Jaune's such a sweetie! He's so nice, and we've always been so jealous of him. And he's sooooooo hunky too, isn't he? No wonder my Mistresses love him so much, I bet he makes them feel really, really good!
Cardin tried to vomit, the thought of him- of- why was the feeling getting stronger!
And Carla continued, without pause or mercy. We've always just wanted to feel good and get laid and not have to think about things! We were always a dumb slut, but now we play with our big, fun boobies and we have Mistresses who can think for us! And if we're a good girl, maybe Jaune will fuck us with his big hard cock!
With a desperate whine of dismay, Cardin realized that his identity was fading again, that "Cardin Winchester" was disintegrating into little more than a mess of old, bad memories of an angrier, less useful life. She gasped, trying not to fully give in to Carla, but it was so haaaaaard!
"I'm sure you feel so awful," Mist- Pyrrha! lectured, "for how you treated Velvet before. But your pussy is doing so much to make up for what a bitch you'd been. And you were a bitch, weren't you?"
A question. She had to answer. She couldn't not. Carla tried to stop herself, but the words were already spilling out of her mouth. "I- I was!" she admitted, secretly rejoicing to finally admit it! "I was a bitch, I was such a biiiiiiiiiitch!" she squealed, feeling as Velvet's thrusts drove her strapon even deeper into her pussy. Gods, sex had never felt so goooood! Her mind was breaking and she didn't caaaaaaaare!
"And I'm sooooooorry!" she continued, "I'm sorry I was such a bitch!"
"And you're willing to make up for it?"
"Yes!" she panted, "Yes, I-"
SMACK!
Carla squealed as Pyrrha left a welt across her back with a riding crop.
"Yes, what, slut!"
"Y-yes, Mistress!" she corrected, terrified of another strike, "Y-yes, Mistress!"
"Because...?"
"Because you're my Mistress!" she cried, "And I'm just your bunny-bitch!"
"And who's Jaune to you?" Mistress Velvet sneered.
Carla cried out, but this time, in a voice of pure delight as she finally accepted the truth buried in her soul, the truth of her new, wanton body. "He's m-my Master! And I'm my Master's bunny-breeder-bitch!"
With that admission, Carla couldn't help but succumb to a massive orgasm, her limbs turning to rubber as she collapsed, flat on her face, moaning and giggling incoherently as she proclaimed, again and again, that she was her Master's bunny-breeder-bitch, the only thing Carla ever wanted to be and could ever strive for!
Eventually, she realized she was just a giggling slut, lying in her own naughty juices. Looking up to her Mistresses, matching looks of stern contempt gazing down at her, Carla couldn't help but grin. She'd been such a naughty bitch, and now they had to punish her...
The message on his scroll said that there was "a surprise in the dorm," and, apparently, it was something that Nora and Ren had to clear the room for, so Jaune had an inkling of what was waiting for him.
Though... he did have to admit, some things weren't adding up. Pyrrha easily could have sent Nora a distraction that would have kept her and Ren out of their hair (they'd certainly done it in the past), but judging from the big smile and the way Nora had insisted that Jaune go back to the dorm right now, immediately, before she broke out Magnhild and forcibly sent him back to the dorms... Pyrrha had probably asked Nora to give them privacy so that she could tell Jaune how she felt about him.
They'd been keeping their relationship secret, even from Nora, not sure how to public they wanted to get, what with the fact that Pyrrha was a celebrity, they had a polyamorous thing going (and Pyrrha didn't want to be Jaune's public girlfriend unless Velvet was to), and... Pyrrha would joke that it would be a good tactic for recruiting "a fourth." Jaune wasn't sure if she was joking. He'd kind of assumed that she'd just been trying to entice him by telling him about her threesome fantasies, but then he'd walked back into a room only to see Velvet half-naked and caught in his girlfriend's lecherous embrace.
So, Jaune knew he actually didn't have an inkling of what to expect.
Well, it'd probably be sex, he did have an inkling towards that.
Tapping his keycard to the lock, he heard the mechanism whir and unlatch so he could open the door and...
Well this was someone Jaune never expected to see.
Because he'd never seen her before.
But dust, she was hot.
Soft, chestnut hair cascaded down her face as she shyly looked up to him. Jaune could see the bunny ears of her headband poking out from her lush tresses. Her face was soft and gentle, and her eyes were a look of pure, submissive desire. And her boobs were enormous, stuffed into a barely-restraining-them black corset teddy, looking like they were prone to burst free as she slowly rose from his bed, then prostrated herself on her hands and knees before him, revealing a fluffy cotton tail over her posterior.
"Surprise, honey," Pyrrha said, giving him a kiss on the cheek as she ushered him into the room, shutting the door behind them.
"Who..." he searched for his words, "who is this?"
Velvet gave him another kiss on the cheek before answering. "Someone who's very sorry and wants to do anything you think would make up for what a bitch she'd been to you."
Who would... Jaune didn't know this girl was, and, on top of that, he couldn't really think of anyone who'd been a real jerk to him. People at Beacon were absurdly nice---yeah, Weiss had gotten short with him, but he'd realized that he was at fault there, and the two of them had actually managed to start fresh, and, what... Professor Goodwitch? She was harsh but certainly not bitchy. And that was as far as he could think of people who might have a problem with him.
He turned to his girlfriends, struggling "I'm sorry, I don't... know this girl, and I don't... I don't think there's anybody who's really been all that bad to me."
"Really?" Pyrrha cut in, "Even Cardin?"
He dismissed that with a wave of his hand. "Cardin and his team have been awful to Velvet, and they ought to face serious consequences for that, but, when it comes to me and him, frankly..." Jaune gave them an embarrassed smile, "I... might have, in the showers, seen what he was packing down there, and to be honest, I think I figured out why he's always over-compensating, if you catch my drift."
"Oh, you have no idea," Velvet giggled.
Pyrrha wrapped her arms around Jaune's neck. "But what if I told you... that Cardin got his hands on some dust that turned girls into bimbos and tried to use it on us?"
Jaune... didn't know what he'd say in response to that. That was something dust could do? Really? He... wow, he had a lot to catch up on at Beacon.
But, more importantly, Cardin had tried to attack the two most important people in Jaune's life, and that brought him to a boiling rage. "Wh-what did he do? We- that's beyond the pale!" he turned to the new girl, still reverentially prostrating herself before him, "I- I'm sorry, but I need to deal with this-"
"Jaune... meet Carla, " Velvet said with a giggle.
"She's very sorry she tried to attack us, and she's come up with a wonderful way to apologize." Pyrrha said with a bright smile, as Car... Carla stared down at the floor, bashfully, though with a slight and undeniably hopeful smile on her face.
Jaune... took only a moment to try to process what had happened. Dust could do... this? To Cardin? And... well...
Carla was pretty fucking hot.
Incredibly curvy, with a plump bubble but and massive tits, long, slender legs wrapped up in fishnet stockings, and a look of pure, submissive desire on her face? On her hands and knees, practically gift wrapped for him?
And knowing that this was his former bully, now turned to his eager-to-please sex toy?
Yeah, Jaune could get behind this.
"And she really likes it when you get rough with her!" Velvet helpfully added.
"Velvet would know," Pyrrha chuckled, darkly, "She put her through the wringer once she got turned."
Velvet blushed at that, but Jaune could easily picture, now that the tables had been turned, Velvet being quick to seek out her payback. And if Carla enjoyed that...
"Stand up," he ordered, and the girl responded immediately. Her eyes were eager, hopeful---she wanted to make a good impression.
Jaune knew he was the gentle one, even compared to Velvet, who, though timid and deeply submissive, was eager to take up any role in the bedroom and come up with all sorts of wicked ways she could be taken and used by her lovers. But Jaune liked cuddling, liked aftercare, liked going on ice cream dates. But with this situation... she clearly wanted him to be rough with her as much as Velvet and Pyrrha wanted to watch him dominate her.
And she had been such a total bitch, hadn't she?
"Knees," he commanded, and Carla responded without thinking. Seeing her pretty face (hard to imagine this beauty had once been that asshole) at eye level with his cock, and her intense focus on exactly that, helped Jaune feel himself stiffen in his pants.
"Undo my belt," he said, and it was done. "Let my cock out."
Reaching into his pants she delicately grabbed his dick with both hands. She guided it out, gently, reverently, as though she knew what she was handling was truly precious to her. Gasping in appreciation as she realized its size (it wasn't... that big, but Velvet and Pyrrha certainly treated it like it was a monster, and Jaune had to admit, he really enjoyed the sight of a girl gasping at the size of his cock), she cooed gentle encouragement as it grew to full size in her hands.
"Pet..." Velvet chimed in, "What do you say when your Master's given you such a gift?"
Blushing, she stammered, "Th-thank you Master," as she demurely lowered her eyes from his dick, "I... I am you personal bunny-bitch, and I beg you to allow me to make up for my past behavior by using my slutty body for your relief."
Jaune reached down to stroke her toy ears. Less soft than Velvet's, and less fun to play with, but she did raise an interesting point with what she just said. "My 'bunny-bitch?'" he asked, "Is that what you are?"
Carla turned an even brighter shade of scarlet as she answered, her voice barely a whisper. "I was... such an awful bigot that... Mistress Velvet told me... I am an animal. A pet. A slutty, worthless thing that can only earn forgiveness through my whorish body. A-and..." she nervously bit her lip, "i-if I'm g-good... M-Master might d-deign to- to- to-" she struggled briefly, before finally spitting out, "to breed his rabbit slut!"
She clapped a hand to her mouth. Jaune's eyes went wide as he glanced to Velvet and Pyrrha, who both seemed a little embarrassed by how far they'd gone... but undeniably aroused. He saw Velvet's hand in this, but Jaune decided he'd let it slide. For now. He didn't want to be a dad quite yet, and probably should figure some things out before he specifically knocked up Carla.
But there were things he could do with her before they figured out what was going on with her birth control situation...
"Pet." She looked up, eyes wide, awaiting his command. "You may suck it."
She gasped in delight. "Thank you, M-Master!" she proclaimed before throwing herself forward to proceed to give him the sloppiest, most desperate blowjob Jaune had ever received.
Pyrrha, though a virgin when they had their first time, was too composed, too skilled to give anything less than an incredible experience when she first attempted to suck him off. Velvet was timid, and adorably so, giving his cock numerous small kisses and gentle licks as she struggled to manage his size. But Carla seemed to need to give him the best blowjob he'd ever had, and what she lacked in experience and skill, she made up for in wild, messy eagerness.
Tears were running down her face as she struggled to deep throat him. It made Jaune realize how appealing she'd look with heavy eye makeup, letting it run down her cheeks and show off how slutty and broken his former tormentor now was. Jaune ran his fingers through her hair, appreciating how her long, chestnut tresses felt in his hand, before he gripped it tightly, using it as the handholds he needed to start facefucking her ruthlessly.
He could hear Pyrrha and Velvet fingering each other behind him as they watched him abuse their new... what was the word? Oh, yes, his brand new bunny-bitch!
"Gods," Velvet moaned, "I wanna be Jaune's bunny-bitch too!"
"I'm sure you'll get your turn," Pyrrha giggled, "It wouldn't make sense for our fuckbunny to get any rewards that Jaune wouldn't give to his sweet girlfriends, too."
Velvet's voice turned shy at that. "Can... can I eat you out, Pyrrha?" she asked, "I- I need to be used right now, to be your toy."
Pyrrha chuckled. "Of course," and Jaune could hear as Pyrrha got in position to let Velvet lick her pussy.
He could believe it. Jaune was back-to-back with his girlfriend, with two girls desperate to pleasure them. A pair of horny fuckbunnies eager to enjoy whatever abuse they heaped upon them... Jaune could get used to this. Especially the thought of the three of them teaming up to remind Carla exactly how much she still had to do to earn her forgiveness.
But that thought, combined with how desperately Carla was gagging on his cock, seemed to push Jaune over the edge.
"Here it comes, slut!" he cried, and then he unleashed his seed, right down Carla's tight throat. Pumping her full of a generous load of his cum, he pulled out of his little slut's mouth, and he looked down, seeing her eyes blinking through tears, trying to regain her balance.
But even through all that, she was choking out a desperate message. "Th-thank you, M-Master," she gasped, "F-for rewarding your b-bunny-bitch with your t-tasty c-cum!"
"Anytime," he said with a smirk, savoring the look of pure delight on Carla's ruined face. Because, really, he wasn't lying---he got a feeling his dick and that mouth were about to become very good friends.
"So, um, what's Ren doing here?"
Jaune should have known to expect something. Dating Nora Valkyrie, he should have known to expect anything. Honestly, everything. Their dates were more like wild adventures mixed with dress up, and he had fast learned that when Ren told him that he was about to meet the real Nora, well, he wasn't kidding. Before this, as crazy as it sounded, he'd only encountered the restrained Nora.
But with, well, this... Nora had quietly---he could scarcely believe it, but she was objectively quiet, not even "quiet for Nora" quiet---asked him if he was willing and ready to take their relationship to the next level. He'd reassured her that he was, that he loved her, that he thought she was beautiful---and gods above, she was---and that he'd be happy to take things at her pace. As she led him back to their dorm, Jaune was struck by how adorable Nora was when she was all nervous and flustered.
And the Nora now standing beside him looked no less meek and worried. "It's just..." she started, "This is all really scary, and---And you can't make fun of me, okay!" he was quick to reassure her he wasn't, "I just... If I get too scared, I think I'd be able to, um, do it if Ren was here to hold my hand."
He should have expected that. It had been Ren, after all, not Nora, who had actually been the one to ask him out. Jaune still smiled to remember it: Ren approached him in the hallway while Nora was obviously crouched behind a trash can. He could clearly see her. Ren, always so formal, asked if he would consider taking Nora to the dance while Jaune could only stare at an increasingly nervous Nora, so jittery she had started shaking the trashcan itself. It got faster and louder as Jaune walked over to her, crouched down, and told her he'd love to be her date.
"Okay... but what's..." he gestured towards the last figure in the room, "What's Pyrrha doing here?"
Nora blushed furiously, looking away from her boyfriend. "I just thought... If I could see that it doesn't hurt first, it would be... It would be a lot easier?"
Jaune looked from Nora to Pyrrha, who also blushed and looked away. He glanced back to his girlfriend, still unwilling to meet his gaze. He looked to Ren, who just shrugged in a "whaddya gonna do?" gesture.
He should have expected anything. Something ridiculous or something comical, but this was way out of anything he had expected. He was supposed to have sex with Pyrrha first? Ren was going to watch the whole thing? Bringing their entire team in for their first time, because she was... because she was... And that's when it clicked. He couldn't have anticipated this, not because it was crazy, but because it was so understandable.
He rubbed Nora's shoulders. "Nora... I understand what's going on here."
She looked up, her eyes nervous, but hopeful. "You do?"
"Yeah." And then he pulled his girlfriend, his wonderful, strange, sweet girlfriend, into a tight hug. "You're worried now that we're a thing, that we might make things weird for JNPR."
Nora sniffed. "I just," and Jaune could hear the tears welling in her eyes, "Everyone's so... so great! And I've never- I've never... I've never had a family before now. And I'm so scared that I'll lose everyone, but I don't want to break up with you, but I have to-"
What else could Jaune do but pull his girlfriend into an even tighter hug. "Nobody's going anywhere," he reassured her, "No matter what. You're right: we are a family, and that means Ren and Pyrrha aren't going to leave you behind any more than I ever would."
"You promise?" she sniffed.
"I promise," he reassured her. Then he turned to their friends, giving them a warm smile. "Thank you, both of you, I have to imagine this has been... a little awkward. But I can take it from here."
"Actually," Pyrrha cut in, "I... Well, Jaune, I'm here because I... want to be."
Jaune was confused for a moment. And then Nora whispered, "I also asked her because she's in love with you," and all the color drained from his face. He looked to Pyrrha and suddenly... all those moonlit nights, those late night talks, those long, sad looks after he and Nora started dating! It all clicked!
"And I'm in, too." Ren smiled. "It sounded... odd at first, but I knew, wherever Nora was headed, that's where I was headed, too." He looked to Jaune, and then looked away, blushing. "I- If you would have me, of course."
Jaune had no words. No words at all. Nora nuzzled her face into his chest. "Jaune?" she asked softly, "Please have sex with all of our friends. And, um, me."
Giving her a soft kiss on the top of her head, Jaune whispered, "Ok." And then suddenly found himself surrounded by the rest of his team, arms wrapped around him and Nora. He laughed, "Okay, guys, I can't exactly- mmpfh!"
His words were cut off as Pyrrha pulled him into a passionate kiss. He felt Ren's breath on his neck and heard Nora murmur happily as she nuzzled him. Pyrrha seemed intent to make the kiss count, though, her tongue aggressively exploring and memorizing every inch of his mouth. He'd only barely managed to break away and come up for air before Ren's lips were now on his. His kiss was gentle, calming, really, and as he fell further into it, he felt the tight hugs slowly retract, letting him turn more towards Ren and wrap his arms around his friend's neck.
However, he realized that what had once been an aggressive pile-up was now just the two of them. He quietly opened one eye, looking over to where a blushing Pyrrha and Nora were panting in amazed desire as the men of JNPR made out.
Jaune rolled his eyes and went back to kissing the hot guy he had in his arms.
But it seems Pyrrha wasn't content to spend the night just watching. He felt something at his waist, and was surprised to feel her hands release her belt and drop his pants. He shared an amused look with Ren, then his eyes went wide as he felt a pair of soft, velvety lips wrap around his dick and invite it into her warm, wet mouth.
"Okay, okay. It fits in a mouth, okay, it's not... not that huge..." he heard his girlfriend reassuring herself. He gave a look to Ren, a jerk of his head towards Nora and a clear instruction: help her out. And Ren was happy to comply, getting behind Nora and wrapping his arms around her. She squeaked as he cupped her generous boobs, but Jaune's attention was now called to the incredible head Pyrrha was giving him.
He slipped his fingers through her hair, feeling her head rocking back and forth, suppressing her gag reflex and aggressively pushing herself to take him further and further down her throat. It was incredible, also, unbelievable, and the best part was hearing how much Nora enjoyed watching her boyfriend with his partner.
In no time at all, Jaune felt his hips start shaking as an unstoppable pulse seemed to grip him as he came, spurting his load into Pyrrha's eager mouth. She looked up at him, eyes lidded with arousal and sighing heavily in pleasure. But then she looked over to her audience. "Hey, Nora," she said, sultrily, "come over here..." And when his girlfriend complied, Pyrrha quickly pulled her into a kiss, sharing some of Jaune's taste with her.
He had to admit: it was very hot to see his girlfriend make out with another woman. Though, he felt his admiration of the lesbian kiss he was enjoying was far more dignified than Nora and Pyrrha's naked ogling of him and Ren. Speaking of...
Jaune looked to his teammate, giving him a raised eyebrow. "So, you and me?"
Ren smiled. "Didn't know you were into guys."
"Never tried, but you know," he smirked, "I'm open to receiving new experiences."
"Figured you were more of a top," Ren asked, amused.
He shrugged, "Figured it'd be enjoyable to try being on the other end of things." But then he got down on the bed on all fours, and looked over his shoulder at Ren, teasingly, "But if you're not interested..."
Ren didn't need much more invitation. Jaune, admittedly, didn't have much experience with women, much less men, but he had to admit, he was a lot more willing to experiment with Ren than he was just about anyone else. His mouth formed an O as he felt Ren enter him, slowly pushing his length inside Jaune's snug hole. "Oh, oh, oh, ooooooh," he gasped.
"Everything alright?" he asked, the concern clear in Ren's voice.
"Oh, it's good, it hurts, yeah, but oh! Keep, oh, keep going!" And it was feeling good. Feeling like nothing Jaune had ever experienced, the powerful tightness of being filled up by Ren's cock was driving him to madness. Damn, he wasn't prepared for this.
But as Ren kept thrusting and Jaune fell into the pleasurable rhythm, he looked to a furiously blushing Nora, her hands covering her mouth. "Enjoying the show?" he asked, teasingly.
Nora couldn't do more than pant and stare. Even Pyrrha, seemed unable to focus on fingering her best friend as the JNPR girls watched the JNPR boys with amazement. Jaune grinned---and was interrupted as Ren's thrusts suddenly quickened as he came inside, filling Jaune's bowels with a warm surge of his essence.
Ren slid out, clearly a little winded from the experience, but Jaune felt amazing. He was back to full strength, and Pyrrha was all too happy to present the last member of Team JNPR, now stripped naked, he was to satisfy. The one this all was for. The girl he'd move mountains for, just to see her smile. As Pyrrha led her to the bed, she sat down, nervously, lying back, her legs primly pressed together.
She looked beautiful. Even in her nervous state, Jaune saw so much of that Nora energy, that brimming self confidence and energy lurking beneath this temporary anxiety. He kissed her, feeling as her fears seemed to melt away as she fell into the kiss. As he released her from the kiss, she seemed to relax, and a new emotion came forward: excitement.
Flanked by Pyrrha and Ren, both of them holding her hand and reassuring her everything would be all right, a trembling Nora slowly opened her legs wide, revealing her hidden treasure to Jaune.
It looked... precious. That was the only way to describe it. Like a rare, beautiful flower, something he felt emotional just looking at. "Don't worry," he reassured his girlfriend, "you're going to love this."
He bent down and kissed her pussy, his tongue teasing her folds. She was already soaked, so there was no need for much more foreplay, but Jaune couldn't help but let his tongue tickle her clit, enjoying the way Nora writhed at his touch. But he didn't want to keep playing forever. Moving his way up, kissing her belly, both of her breasts, her neck, and finally her lips, he was now in place to finally reach the climax of the whole night.
Nora gasped as he slid into her. Jaune wanted to take it slow, to be gentle, but it felt like the walls of her pussy were pulling him in, that they were starved for his dick and, well, he was more than happy to comply. He tried to pace himself, but, at the same time, he reminded himself that this was Nora. Rough and tumble Nora, who rode Ursa and never saw a challenge she wasn't about to throw herself into. She didn't want gentle.
Putting his weight into it, he started thrusting, grinding their hips together to get friction on her clit and making the bedsprings creak and groan under his force. Nora gasped and twisted, "O-oh, Jaune! Oh, Jaune!" she cried, "It's so- You're so- You're so good! Keep fucking me! Keep fucking meeeee!"
"Whatever you wish," he gave her a roguish grin and loved the way her eyes got wide to see it.
But hammering away at her pussy, he knew he had to drive her to absolute pleasure. And, fortunately, he had help. Ren suddenly kissed her on the lips while Pyrrha's tongue darted to her nipples, their teammates striving to blanket Nora in bliss. It was working; he could feel the way Nora's hips were bucking beneath him that she was getting close, that she was just on the edge!
And then, with one great, primal scream... Nora came. The lights flickered, the force of her orgasm combined with her Semblance was apparently enough to mess with electrical currents. Gasping for air, a tired Jaune withdrew and gave Ren and Pyrrha a nod of appreciation. Doing his entire team in one night had been one hell of an experience, but a very exhausting one. He was ready to call it a night.
So of course, Nora spoke up. "We- we're not done yet, right?" Jaune glanced to Ren and Pyrrha, and the look they gave to him told him: no, they absolutely were not.
And after that... well, it was hard to say. It was a blur of partners and positions, sometimes watching, sometimes kissing, frequently fucking, and all of it very, very enjoyable. Pyrrha and Nora and Ren whirled around him, as he valiantly led his team to overcome every obstacle to their new intimacy. In no time, they were almost all exhausted---though very, very satisfied---and sprawled out across the room.
He looked around: Nora was nestled in his arms, giggling softly as her fingers traced up and down his chest. Ren and Pyrrha were spooning, Pyrrha being the big spoon, both of them seeming on the very edge of falling asleep. That was the right idea, he thought, but he still had one last thing to do.
"Team JNPR forever?" he asked his team.
"Mhmm," an exhausted Ren replied.
Pyrrha's "s'f'course..." wasn't much more alert.
But Nora looked up at him, her eyes shining with hope and brimming with joyful tears. "Forever," she replied, and Jaune gave her a little squeeze, knowing that none of them would ever be without the three people closest to them.
Vernal did not always agree with Raven's decisions.
Her loyalty was unquestionable. It was absolute, she'd follow Raven to the very ends of Remnant, face the unfaceable, give her life for the woman she admired more than any other in the world. But...
"OH YES! YES, RIGHT THERE! OH YOU FUCKING ANIMAL, YES!"
That was not the Raven Vernal knew!
She was standing guard outside the prison tent, seething as she knew exactly how the prisoner was being "interrogated." She had tried to keep the rest of the tribe away, to maintain some of their leader's mystique, but it was impossible. She could see them, trying not to gawk, trying to stifle their snickers at the thought that Raven Branwen was getting laid... and laid like a whore.
That was the worst part. Both that the tribe thought they had some kind of superiority over Raven, and the way that Raven was... was debasing herself for this... this filth! This "prisoner" they'd captured, a "Huntsman-in-Training," though honestly weaker than most of the tribe, an embarrassment to his school, was worth nothing to them, hardly even valuable as a hostage, but Raven decided that this was the one she would choose to grace with the blessing of her perfect body?
It... wasn't that Vernal was jealous! She- she merely thought that it was best for Raven to stay with those of her station, those who were strong enough to be worthy of her!
That was all. Not jealousy, certainly not jealousy, but... Vernal couldn't help but feel furious towards the man inside the tent. That noodly armed blond moron who had tried to fight a half-dozen bandits while stumbling out of a crashed Bullhead! He wasn't strong, and in the Tribe, strength was everything, so WHAT DID RAVEN SEE IN HIM!
Okay... maybe there was a bit of jealousy there...
Vernal didn't really know what to say her relationship with Raven was. Raven was her Chief, her fearless leader who commanded Vernal's loyalties without question. Raven had earned her position, even before she acquired the powers of the Spring Maiden. And that was another role of Vernal's---she was Raven's shadow, her decoy, who risked her life to ensure that Raven's enemies wouldn't realize her true power. But she gladly took that role because Raven was her mentor, who taught her everything she knew. In many ways, she was the closest thing Vernal had to a mother.
And Vernal was, also, in love with her.
Amongst everything else, it felt so inappropriate, misguided, even wrong, but how could she help herself? Raven was everything to Vernal, and her dearest, deepest desire was that, one day, Raven would look upon her the way Vernal looked upon Raven.
But that Raven was, right now, lavishing all her praise and attention on an unworthy male, hardly even a notable man at that. Vernal reminded herself that this was simply Raven's way of making the prisoner useful, but... she still struggled to reconcile that thought with the... the noises Raven was making! She hardly sounded like she was dispassionately using him to relieve her stress, that was for sure!
And these sessions were always so long! There was no way some tedious schoolboy could be anything near enough for Raven Branwen! The idea was ludicrous, and she couldn't even entertain the thought! There had to be something going on, some gambit, some hidden strategy.
Did she really have to do it every day?
Eventually, Raven was finished with the prisoner and cooly stepped forward from the tent, acting like she'd only had a conversation with the man insider, rather than screamed her lungs out while fucking him. Was she even aware that the entire camp was could hear their coupling?
"Vernal." Raven's voice snapped her to attention. "Is there any business since I began my interrogation?"
"N... none."
"You seem to have something on your mind."
Vernal froze. What was she supposed to do here? Lying to Raven... it was unthinkable, and a deflection would only annoy her---Vernal had no illusions about her ability, and was certainly not able to deceive Raven! So she resolved that all she could do was to tell the truth.
"I have... concerns," she admitted, "about your decision to fraternize with the prisoner so... openly."
Raven gave no indication of her thinking. "I have opted to use the young man for stress relief. He is quite adequate at the task, and I believe the other women of the Tribe," Vernal blanched to hear that, "would find him quite useful, as well. He's certainly worth more there than as a ransom."
Vernal sputtered at that. "B-but... Raven, your reputation, if they can hear you with... that man, the men might begin to think you... that they might take liberties in your presence!"
"Is that what people think..." she cast her eyes about, looking to the various bandits loosely milling about, all afraid to meet her gaze, knowing how terrible her wrath could be. And then she selected her victim.
"Shay..." the man looked at Raven in abject terror, 'I've heard a most interesting rumor... it seems that some in the camp think that my recent... interrogations have made me a figure not to be respected... not to be feared."
Stammering helplessly, the man realized he was fucked. "I- I wouldn't... k-know anything about that!"
"Oh?" Raven cocked her head to the side, "So what's this I've heard about you bragging that if I liked the prisoner's dick so much, yours would drive me crazy?"
"I don't- I never- I- I couldn't, I- How did you know?"
"Do you really believe there's anything you can say that I cannot hear?" Raven tsked in disappointment, "Such a lack of faith."
"P-please, I- I never meant-"
"Please. Show me. I believe you described it as your 'personal bitch-breaker,' and I'd like to see how it compares..." She unsheathed Omen to punctuate her words.
Shay, quaking in his boots, saw no other option than to unlatch his belt and let his pants drop in the middle of the camp. And then, with trembling hands, but far too afraid to allow his fear to delay him carrying out Raven's orders, he pulled down his boxers, revealing his... perfectly average dick.
"Disappointing. You may go now, Shay."
The man did not have to wait for a second command before he bolted, not even bothering to pull up his pants as he shot out of their sight.
Raven turned to Vernal. "You were saying..."
She sighed. "Alright, so your control is still strong, but, please, think of the impression it gives to the-"
"Vernal."
Immediately shutting up, she looked to Raven's dispassionate face, nervous about what might be awaiting her.
"This isn't about my reputation, is it?"
Had she- had she been found out? Vernal couldn't imagine a more horrifying fate than to be under Raven's withering glare as she analytically assessed her dearest, most secret dreams. Vernal tried to look away, but Raven's gaze was too commanding.
"It's... not," she admitted, weakly.
Raven merely nodded. "I figured. You're stressed, Vernal. You need release. And, fortunately, we've acquired a man for that purpose."
"You're not-" she choked, "You're not suggesting that I-"
"Consider it an order then. Tomorrow, I want you to receive some... stress relief. From the prisoner."
Vernal was about to protest, but a look from Raven was enough to silence her.
"Do what I say." And then, she softened, only the slightest amount, but enough to make all the difference. "It's for your own good, Vernal."
And she couldn't disagree with that.
Entering the tent, Vernal saw that the prisoner seemed relaxed, only giving her a faintly surprised look as she entered. He had no restraints, nothing to keep him from running, but, really, what chance did he have escaping the Branwen Tribe in their own woods? And, a lethal voice in her mind whispered, why would he bother when he gets laid every day by a hotter woman than any of the little schoolgirls he's known before? At that thought, Vernal caught a trace of disappointment flickering across the prisoners eyes, which did not fail to infuriate Vernal. Oh, so sorry I'm not Raven Branwen here to get your dick wet, you cocky bastard. I'm gonna make you pay...
"Alright, prisoner," she sneered, "clothes off. Show me what you're packing."
"Whoa," he chuckled, "buy a guy a drink- oww!"
She roughly struck him across the face with a wooden cane. Vernal was not messing around here, and she was not about to let this vermin forget who was in charge here.
"I said CLOTHES OFF, and if you think you need a few more canings, I'd be happy to give them to you!"
The prisoner quickly undressed, and Vernal smirked to see that he recognized that this wasn't Raven he was dealing with. Raven was permissive, Vernal... was here to work out frustrations. And he'd better perform, or Vernal would make him pay.
As he pulled down his underwear, Vernal finally got a glimpse of the cock that had, apparently, been enough to impress Raven Branwen. It was... honestly, not much to write home about. Maybe a little bigger than average, and of a decent thickness, but Vernal was a little disappointed to see it... and a little relieved. If he was some kind of sex god with a monster cock, that might be enough to actually impress Raven, but this... she clearly wasn't interested in this for anything more than working out some frustrations.
Just like Vernal would be doing.
"On the floor. Now!"
She couldn't help but notice that his cock, already at half mast when he first undressed, stiffened as she barked orders. Raven had trained him well, and now that she was in a position of clear dominance over him, Vernal was starting to get excited to see what was so impressive about this man that had earned him Raven's interest.
Slipping out of her pants, Vernal sneered at her prisoner. Helpless. Weak. Terrified. If it wasn't for the fleshy dildo he had, he'd be totally useless to the Tribe. She was here because Raven had ordered it, but Vernal couldn't help but feel as though, once she was done with this... she'd be, on a slight technicality, just that much closer to her beloved leader.
That thought got her far more excited than anything this male had for her.
Squatting over him, she gave one last order. "You'd better be worth it, prisoner, or you're gonna find out what it's like to have Raven's sword through your guts!"
He paled, a wonderful way for Vernal to begin as-
Lowering herself onto his cock, Vernal quicky realized that, even if it wasn't a particularly impressive cock, he was... he was rather skilled with it.
Vernal had lied down with men before, though had found the experience lacking. But this man... he seemed to know what he was doing. Perhaps it was a burst of fear from Vernal's threat, perhaps it was what he had learned as Raven's stress relief, but his hips moved rather fluidly and well, positioning himself to take maximum advantage of how his cock met her pussy.
Admitting that he was better than she expected was unthinkable, but Vernal was starting to realize that she needed to make it clear that she was still in charge. The prisoner's attitude had grown entitled from Raven's generosity, and she had to make it clear she wouldn't be a pushover!
"Oh- oh, c-come on, y-you think that's enough to impress m-me?"
Vernal tried to sound confident, but she knew it was all false bravado. And the smirk on her captives face confirmed that he knew that
It infuriated her that this... this male thought he was in a position of power over her! Vernal decided to kick it up a notch, speeding up as she bounced on his dick, giving her hips a gentle roll as she tried to use the prisoner's dick as her personal sex toy.
But that only made things worse, because the prisoner matched her every move, ensuring that his dick met every bounce of her hips striking her exactly where he needed to be. He was a master swordsman, always a step ahead of her, even as she tried to lead the dance. His thrusts were playful, reminding her that he was the one actually in control as he struck all her weakest points. Any attempt to regain control was anticipated with a twist or jerk that sent her into paroxysms of pleasure and desire.
She wanted to get off, to use him as a sex toy for her own relief, but not like this!
"Alright, I think I know what you really want..." His hands gripped her hips and Vernal started to panic.
"N-no! I'm in char- OH!"
In one swift motion, the prisoner flipped positions, putting Vernal on the floor while he was now on top of her. And in this position, his cock slammed into her pussy, relentless, remorselessly pounding her senseless!
And it felt so goooooooood!
Vernal couldn't do anything more than pant and gasp as he ruthlessly fucked her. He penetrated her, plundering her depths as his cock explored, mapped, and dominated her once-wild territory. He was breaking her, and Vernal realized that a man skilled enough to make Raven Branwen scream like a bitch in heat was far too much of a man for a foolish girl like herself to stand against!
It was impossible! He was too much- too much man for her! He could- he could fuck every woman in the Tribe and it wouldn't be enough!
"Your plan worked pefectly," a voice came from above her. Vernal looked up, confused and overwhelmed, as she saw the... the smiling face of Raven Branwen, completely naked and looking down upon her.
The shock of Raven's appearance, combined with the remorseless fucking she was receiving nearly shattered Vernal, but she was able to force words together. She simply had to.
"I don't-" she choked, "I don't understand!"
"Of course you don't," Raven laughed, her laugh so musical and beautiful and unlike any noise Vernal had ever heard from her leader, "You're just a silly girl, but Master will teach you"
"M-Master?"
"Of course... he broke me in my first session, just like he's breaking you right now... I had to keep it a secret, though, to make it easier for him to take the rest of the Tribe's women... and more fun."
What! No- it- No!
Raven- the Branwen Tribe- strength was all that mattered! The Tribe was strong, even if Vernal might fall, the Tribe would prevail! It had to! It simply had to!
Raven, however, had other ideas. "All the women of this tribe are already my Master's property. Our tits, our pussies, our wombs..." She smirked at that last one, stroking Vernal's hair as she explained her new reality. "Oh, yes, Vernal... once you've been marked by his seed, you'll understand how desperate you'll be to bear his children. He'll father a whole generation, far worthier than we ever were."
"N-no! It's n-not p-possible!"
"Oh, but it is. It's wonderful to submit, Vernal, to give in to a stronger man. The weak were made to serve the strong, and we are but weak, helpless girls before a true Alpha."
But... but...
Vernal could only gurgle in helpless dismay, Jaune's rough thrusts overwhelming her already frazzled mind with pleasure. Surely, surely there was some argument against this! Surely there was something Vernal could do!
But... what could she do where Raven failed?
The realization of her total defeat, however, did not fill her with dismay, but a perverse and wicked joy. It simply made sense! She was weak and Master was strong! The Tribe was weak and Master was strong! His strength mastered them, revealed their true purpose, and her body was screaming in pleasure to be shown its true place.
Raven, once the most powerful woman Vernal had ever known, could ever imagine, nuzzled her face against Master's outstretched hand. "It's obvious he'll take the entire Tribe, Vernal. He turned the Spring Maiden into his personal bitch pet. Arf arf!" She playfully barked as their Master scratched her ears.
Vernal's face broke into a wild grin at that. It was so true, and so wonderful. They were their Master's bitches now, and once they'd all been fucked into place, they would never have to worry about anything again except pleasing Master and worshiping his bitch-breaking cock!
With a great and primal scream, Vernal surrendered to her Master, to pleasure, to her true self as she came, her pussy clenching around the lordly cock that had utterly remade her
Master kept fucking her, heedless of Vernal's exhaustion. And she was so grateful for it. As he battered her pussy, Vernal drank in all he had to teach her. Her new place, her new identity, her new role in the new Tribe Master was forming. She came, again and again, Raven watching with clear approval and naked lust as her protege learned everything she now needed to know.
When Master was finally satisfied by his newly-trained slut, he rewarded her by flooding her slutty pussy with cum, which set off yet another orgasm for Vernal, leaving her a ditzy, sticky mess on the floor of the tent, giggling at how stupid she'd been to think that she was ever in charge!
"I think..." Master said with a smile, "that my bitch has earned a reward... clean her up, Raven, and while you're doing that, how about I shove the hilt of your sword up your ass? Would you like that?"
Raven's eyes sparkled with glee as she eagerly agreed, setting to licking all of Master's lovely cream out of her well-stuffed snatch as Master took up Omen, once a symbol of Raven's terrifying authority, now little more than a dildo for Master to use on them, and made Raven squeal.
"Alright, team," Ruby rallied her troops: Yang, Nora, and Ren. "We know the Branwen Gang has Jaune, and we're not going to rest until we get him back!"
"My mother's vicious," Yang cautioned, "and she's not going to hand over Jaune easily. She's got the Spring Maiden, she's got a whole army of devoted bandits, and she's easily as tough as, probably a good bit tougher, than Uncle Qrow. Be on your guard."
But the real danger, for Yang, was nothing so physical. No, what Yang was afraid of was the emotional danger Raven represented. Confronting her mother like this... she'd been burned time and time again, her whole life dancing around the void that she'd left behind when she'd walked out on her family. It was time to face her directly, to demand she confront the daughter she abandoned.
What she wanted from Raven... Yang didn't know. But she knew that she would face her mother, and, no matter what happened, she would show her that she was not weak. That her mother had made a mistake abandoning her family.
The four of them carefully advanced on where the bandit's camp was located. These were dangerous people, but the four of them had grown much from when they first met at Beacon. And as much as Yang was concerned about facing Raven, she had to admit that Nora and Ren were nearly as focused. The loss of their leader had been a tremendous blow, and even Nora had darkened from the experience. The two of them moved in silent focus, prepared to do whatever it took to get Jaune back.
Evading sentries, they slipped to the walls of the Tribe's encampment. Looking to Ruby for the go ahead, she received only a quick, decisive nod. And so Yang, with one furious blow, filled with a lifetime of rage and childhood anger, smashed through the barrier and led her team into the seat of her mother's power.
But... everywhere they looked, there were no fearsome bandits, no mighty warriors, just a bunch of demoralized, scraggly looking men who barely even seemed to notice they were being invaded.
"Is this..." Nora hesitated, "Are we at the wrong camp?"
Yang looked around. She saw the Nevermore mask hanging from a tree. "It's... it's her symbol alright... I just... what happened?"
"You lookin' for Raven?"
A bandit had sallied up to them casually. Not in the cocksure way of a man who knew he didn't have to worry, but in the slumping way of a man who simply didn't give a shit about anything anymore. A man who'd already been more defeated than anything they could throw at them.
"What's it to-"
"Yeah, I don't give a fuck. You want her, you can find her in there," he jabbed his thumb over towards a tent on the far side of the camp, then wandered off.
"Alright," Ruby said, her voice restoring a sense of order to the group, "This could still be a trap. We don't know what to expect, so let's take this carefully."
The four of them crossed the camp towards their destination, where they heard... noises. Noises Yang knew she recognized, but simply couldn't place where. It wasn't torture, was it? It didn't sound like-
But it was time to act. Taking a deep breath, she once again turned to her sister for confirmation, seeing that Ren was prepared to flank and Nora was watching their backs. Another nod, and it was time to breach!
She leapt through and...
When Ruby said they didn't know what to expect, Yang had, of course, assumed there were a couple of things that, while outside possibilities, were still in the range of expectations. This was not one of them.
She did not expect to find her mother with Jaune. With Jaune behind her. With Jaune balls deep in her, mercilessly thrusting into her, surrounded by at least a dozen other women, moaning and writhing on the floor, unable to focus on anything but the bliss of... well, what Jaune was doing to her mother!
"Breed us!" Raven cried, "Knock your bitches up, make everyone know who owns us!"
"Yes, Daddy!" giggled a short haired bandit girl, with practically her entire hand shoved up her snatch, "You should knock up allllll us haughty bandit bitches! We'll finally have a strong Tribe if we're all carrying your babies!"
"Jaune, WHAT THE FUCK!" Yang exclaimed, making the girls realize they had visitors.
Not Jaune, though, Jaune was far too focused on fucking Raven's brains out. And with a great thrust, he evidently finished in her, causing the woman who'd haunted Yang's entire life to spasm in a powerful orgasm as her arms crumpled and she fell to the floor.
Slowly and languidly glancing upwards, Yang met Raven's red eyes, though they were glassy and unfocused, hardly the eyes of a killer anymore.
"Yaaaaaaang," giggled her fuck-drunk mother, "Master's making you a brand new-sister! I'm gonna be a mommy again!"
Which was the point where Yang fainted.
Emerald hated elevators.
She hated the awkwardness, whether in sitting like an idiot in full view of the lobby while she waited for the door to close or the awkwardness of being in a small, enclosed, empty space as it went up. With people, it was an unpleasant experience of trying not to seem open for conversation, but alone, like in the elevator she was currently in, it was the awkwardness of having to stand with nothing to do, for just short enough not to have time to do anything, but just long enough to make her realize she was just standing there.
Elevators had never been part of her life in Vacuo.
Living on the street meant that she really wasn't indoors much, and when she was, she wasn't in the sort of buildings that had multiple floors. Plus, things just weren't as tall, as fancy, as technologized as downtown Vale. Where everything felt crowded and impersonal and oppressive and she really, really wanted to leave.
Emerald was starting to have second thoughts about Cinder's plan. And in the awkwardness of the elevator slowly dinging its way up the floors, she had nothing to think about but her reservations. She'd do anything for Cinder, she'd give her life for the woman who pulled her from her poverty and desperation, and she would...
Well, Emerald had recently come to the realization that she felt more than just loyalty to Cinder Fall.
But all her feelings did not overcome her sense that they were making a mistake. That this plan was too risky, too dangerous, too... evil. And if Cinder couldn't see that, well, maybe Emerald would have to... reassess where she would be, when the time came.
On that dolorous note, the bell rang and the doors opened. It was the penthouse suite, and the elevator opened right into the room.
The luxuriousness of Cinder's lifestyle never failed to reduce Emerald into a state of awe. She knew it was a deliberate effect, a targeted one, but she fell for it anyways. With the room so dimly lit, she felt like an intruder, like she had broken into Cinder's quarters rather than invited, which, when combined with her previous thoughts, made her feel a little guilty.
"Emerald."
The voice startled her---Emerald was an extremely cautious woman with an excellent survival instinct, and yet, Cinder could still sneak up on her. She turned to see her boss, only for what she saw to stop her dead in her tracks.
Even in the low lighting, she could see Cinder was dressed in a shimmery black robe, so thin and translucent, she could see right through it. Right through to the vast amount of pale, exposed skin and a lacy black bra and panties. Emerald's eyes went wide, her mouth went dry, and the part of her brain that was screaming that this was a trap, that this was danger, was drowned out by an uncontrollable, unstoppable note of desperate hope.
"M-ma'am," she squeaked, and Cinder looked pleased to see her so flustered. She blushed at that, banishing the voice of her fears back to the quiet place she always kept it locked up in.
Cinder sashayed across the room, and Emerald felt her legs start trembling. She knew it was too good to be true, but as Cinder raised a single finger and pressed it against her chest, Emerald had decided that she no longer cared if she might get hurt. "You've been working so hard for me, lately," Cinder purred, "and I figured you'd earned a reward..."
"I- Whatever you think is appropriate, m-ma'am!"
Emerald knew that this could still be a test, and any appearance of entitlement or insubordinate desire would leave her with nothing. Cinder, however, smiled at her obsequience, and Emerald felt her heart thrill at the sight of her smile.
As her finger traced downward into Emerald's cleavage the girl shivered in naked desire. Well, not quite naked. Not yet. "Oh," Cinder said in a husky voice, "I think it's very appropriate. You've been so very, very loyal..." Emerald stilled at the emphasis on the word, "and you've done so much good work. Unless, of course..."
The implication only hung for a second before Emerald hastily answered. "I- I don't have any doubts, ma'am! None at all! I- I swear!" She had to know. She couldn't not know. Cinder was too smart, too aware for this to be anything other than a test.
"I wasn't accusing you..." Cinder teased, "I would never accuse you of disloyalty, my dear, sweet, Emerald." With every word, she drew closer and pulled the girl into her arms. Fear and desire fed off one another, driving Emerald's mind into a tizzy as her only thoughts became consumed by her sense that Cinder knew her disloyalty, that Cinder had every right to cast her aside, and how desperately she needed Cinder to forgive her. But then, Cinder kissed her, so, so, gently on the top of her head, and Emerald couldn't take it anymore.
"Cinder, I'm sorry!" she sobbed, the guilt tearing at her heart, "I am so, so sorry!"
"Sorry? What would you ever have to be sorry for?" Cinder asked, so compassionate and kind that Emerald felt like she was the lowest animal for even thinking she could- how could she be so selfish?
"I had doubts! I was scared! I'm so, so sorry ma'am, I don't- I don't deserve you!"
"Shhh," Cinder hushed her, pulling Emerald into her heavenly bosom, "There, there, my sweet Emerald. It's alright, it's alright."
Daring to hope, Emerald looked up, hoping, pleading, that there would be some way to make it up to her. Cinder smiled, a warm, kind smile that Emerald had never seen before as it melted her heart. "I know you were having... concerns. And I wanted to remind you why you follow me. Why you're loyal to me..."
"Please..." she whined, "I'll do anything, anything you ask!"
"Oh, Emerald," she gently laughed, "All I want is you."
And then, in one motion, the robe came off and Cinder pulled Emerald into a kiss. All thoughts disappeared, except the great blaze of gratitude that ignited her soul. She'd die for this woman, kill for this woman, do anything, anything at all that Cinder Fall commanded of her.
As Cinder broke the kiss, Emerald was left panting, mouth hanging open, unable to comprehend anything in the world outside of this beautiful, beautiful woman. "Do you really want to make things up to me?" Cinder asked. Yes. Yesyesyes, she shook her head in a frantic nod. "Well, I know how you can start," and then she gestured downwards to her panties.
She dove, throwing herself at Cinder's feet. "Thank you! Oh, t-thank you!" she cried as she reverently pulled down her panties. She gazed upon Cinder's perfect pussy, her artfully artfully trimmed bush, and wondered at her incredible fortune to be so forgiven. She couldn't help herself as she inhaled the scent. She kissed it, gratefully, and set into burying her face in Cinder's lovely, lovely labia, licking her clitoris and savoring the taste of Cinder's love on her tongue.
Cinder sighed in contentment, and Emerald almost wept from relief. Cinder didn't hate her. She hadn't given up on her. Emerald was a wretched, disloyal, and useless girl, but Cinder was willing to forgive! She desperately tongued her beloved, hoping, praying that she could prove she was still useful as a pleasure-toy. This was where she belonged, this was where she was happiest.
And as Cinder gripped her fingers into Emerald's hair and pressed her face closer and closer in, she knew, from the trembling in Cinder's legs and the tightening of her fingers, that she was just about successful. As Cinder came, Emerald joyfully lapped up as much as she could, smearing her cheeks with her Mistress's wetness, mingling wonderfully with her tears of joy.
She caught her breath as she looked up, hopefully, to her Mistress. Praying that she'd done a good job. Cinder looked down with a look of kind appreciation that banished even the slightest thought of doubts from her mind.
But Cinder, it seemed, had more in mind. "I want to see that you're loyal to me, truly loyal to me," she said, as she produced a dark red candle. It was thick, and looked so large in Cinder's delicate hands. "I want to mark you, Emerald. To mark you as mine. Mine forever and ever."
She held the candle in her hand, and Emerald watched as Cinder's Semblance activated, the heat causing the wick to suddenly burst into flames. Softened by her Semblance, it wasn't long before the wick had burned down, a dark red pool of wax forming inside the candle.
"Lie down," she commanded, and Emerald did so at once, stripping her clothes off as she lay down on the couch.
She tensed, squeezing her eyes shut and bracing herself for the sting, but it did not come. She opened her eyes to Cinder's teasing look. "I wanted you to see," she said, as she tilted the candle and let the hot wax drip down, "as I marked you as mine, Emerald."
Emerald gasped as the wax droplets made contact, stinging her breasts. They beaded together, flowing down into her cleavage and hardening on her skin. Before she could recover, she gasped again as Cinder suddenly dripped more wax on her belly. Each contact was another spark of pain that brought her to new heights of ecstatic pleasure. She whined as it singed her and she did all she could not to squirm. She knew the red would mix pleasantly with her dusky skin and green hair, demonstrating she was truly her Mistress's chosen one. She alone bore Cinder's mark, the sting of the burn just the slightest taste of the pain she would endure for her Mistress's love.
If Cinder wanted to hurt her, she could hurt her. Abuse her, mistreat her, make her do things that disgusted her, so long as she didn't abandon her. Emerald had briefly lost sight of the fundamental reality, that Cinder was the one line between her life and total, hopeless desperation, to be back on the street with no one, and she was so, so lucky her Mistress had saved her from making a terrible mistake. Every droplet of wax was a reminder of the punishment she deserved, but was reprieved of, by her Mistress's grace.
She realized she was holding her breath, and as she exhaled, Emerald felt the wax crack on her skin. It was magical, like a sense of all her sinful misdeeds and treacherous thoughts being released from her. This was all so lovely. She had been forgiven, and forgiven so wonderfully that Emerald knew that she could trust Cinder, trust Cinder with anything.
"W-what would you," she panted, "What would you have me do?"
Cinder smiled, and Emerald's heart thudded in her chest. "Oh Emerald. My dear, sweet Emerald..." she stroked her hair gently, "Tonight, all I want is to have you all to myself. But tomorrow, I have some tasks I'd like you carry out for me..."
She listened attentively to Cinder's instructions. She would carry them out, carry all them out. They'd infiltrate Beacon, they'd topple the city, they'd leave a slaughter in their wake... but she didn't care. Emerald didn't care about anything other than what her Mistress desired, and how desperately, desperately she wanted to fulfill those desires.
Pyrrha came home in a mood.
Unlocking her front door, she dropped off her laptop bag in the living room, along with her chemistry textbook and all the notes she'd need for studying for her final. But that final was the last thing on her mind as she stomped off outside, to her garden, where her miniature goat, Nora, came up to her for a head scratch and some attention.
After a good scratch behind the ear, Nora looked up, and asked, "Did it work?"
She looked down. "He took the brownies, but..."
"Really?" Nora gasped, "You made the potion perfectly! He should have been all over you!"
Nora was Pyrrha's familiar, a spirit she bound to the shape of a goat who assisted her in magic and mischief. But Pyrrha really didn't feel like much of a witch, especially not today.
"Maybe I'm just... maybe I'm just doing it all wrong!" she cried. Nora gave her some comforting reassurance, but Pyrrha just couldn't understand what she was doing wrong. She'd been subtly feeding her crush increasingly potent love potions, but... nothing. Jaune treated her just like he always did, like she was just his childhood best friend. Nothing more.
"You know," she heard a voice burbling up from the rain barrel, "you could try just asking him."
"Aw, come on, Renny," Nora chided, "Pyrrha's already told you she can't."
"That's hardly an excuse," the rain spirit said as it formed out of her rain barrel. Ren was... well, a literal wet blanket. But he liked her garden, and he helped her magical herbs grow, so Pyrrha had to tolerate him. Plus, he and Nora had a mysterious past that Nora loved telling her was mysterious and that she couldn't explain it.
"Ren..." she sighed, "Jaune's been my closest friend for years, and I couldn't... I couldn't lose that. If he doesn't like me... like that, and I ask him... I can't lose his friendship. He means everything to me."
"Yeah," Nora chimed in, "And you know exactly how vital it is that a witch-in-training maintains her touchstones with the human world. So... either help us out here or butt out!"
Ren sighed. "Alright. If it's for... a touchstone, I'll acquiesce. As a rain spirit, I have power over mercurial changes, and so my waters can be used... maybe not for a love potion, but it'll certainly get some of the results you're looking for."
Nora bleated excitedly. "See, Pyrrha! We can try it again, mixing a potion that should finally get your boy to crack!"
Pyrrha smiled. Nora could always cheer her up. But as she collected a trace of Ren's essence from the rain barrel, she realized she only had two hours before Jaune was here for their study session, and so she had to get to work, fast.
Jaune had a problem.
A serious problem.
Simply put: he was going crazy.
He really was! He was losing. his. mind. And he didn't know how much longer he could try and pretend that he was keeping it together.
Especially because he would be going to the reason he was losing his mind, right to her home, and would be alone in a room with her.
Jaune had been in love with Pyrrha for years. They'd been friends since they were kids, when she first moved to Vale and nobody else wanted to be friends with the foreign girl with the thick Mistralian accent. But Jaune had been raised that strangers were just friends you hadn't met, and he'd sat with her at lunch and walked with her home from school. Where a group of bullies tried to pick on them, and Jaune was the first to learn that Pyrrha was amazing.
She was the toughest, smartest, most athletic girl in their class, and after she effortlessly thrashed those bullies, everyone else quickly realized that she was a lot more than just a girl with an accent. And as they grew up, it became apparent that Pyrrha was also beautiful, and yet... she had always been friends with Jaune. Really close friends, the kind that did everything together, and one night, while they were filling out college applications in Jaune's bedroom, he glanced over to Pyrrha, chewing on a pen as she tried to copy down codes for sending her test scores, he realized: he wanted to go to the same college she did. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He finally realized what had been true for a while: he was 100% totally and madly in love with her.
But he was her best friend! They'd shared everything, and he knew she didn't have feelings for him like that. She was Pyrrha, she surely had her sights set much higher than him. So he'd realized that he had to disengage. Had to get away from her before he ruined everything. But then he realized, he couldn't. Even trying to avoid Pyrrha, he just... couldn't.
Which got worse when they'd both gotten into their dream college. Pyrrha because, well, of course she did, and Jaune because Pyrrha's amazing tutoring and study sessions got even Jaune's college application portfolio into a halfway-decent shape. But that made Jaune realize that he wouldn't have the mercy of a distance friendship. And so... Jaune made the decision that he had no choice but to suppress his emotions. To convince himself that he wasn't in love with Pyrrha.
But over the past weeks...
He couldn't stop thinking about her. About her... her body. He'd close his eyes and he'd envision her naked (not hard to imagine: so deep was their trust, she barely wore clothes when he was over), beckoning him to her. He dreamed of her in the shower or that he'd wake up with her in his bed, under his covers, and he'd glance down... he couldn't even blink without remembering her scent, her laugh, the sparkle in her emerald eyes... all the things that made him love her so dearly.
And it was getting worse. Worse and worse and worse. Sleep meant a dozen dreams of Pyrrha throwing herself at him. His heart thudded as if to burst just by looking at her. The feeling of her breasts---her breath---on his skin felt like he'd burst into flames. And his poor dick...
He didn't know it was possible to get this erect. And worse, that he couldn't get it down. Masturbation wasn't helping, particularly because of how hard it was to masturbate about anything other than Pyrrha (and he couldn't... she'd be so disgusted if she ever learned!), but he seemed to recover faster than he ever did as a teenager. Biologically, this was insane. But it was his life.
And what made it even worse was that Pyrrha was being such a good friend! He was so stressed about Organic Chem, and Pyrrha knew it, and not only had she scheduled a bunch of study sessions with him, she'd been practically showering him in little pick-me-ups! Just today, she'd brought him some brownies. A few days earlier, it had been cookies. Or she brought him dinner. Pyrrha was a saint, an honest-to-God saint, and he didn't deserve her on his best day and certainly did not deserve her now.
But as he drove over to her house (and it was such a nice house---Pyrrha's Aunt Glynda was letting her stay rent-free while she was at college!) his penis seemed to just know how close he was to the object of his irrepressible desire. He groaned as he staggered out, he had had to strap the damn thing down, but the thought of seeing Pyrrha... her face... her smile... as weird and horrible and fucking insane as everything had been... his heart leapt as he pictured it.
She'd only just finished creating the potion-laced smoothie when the doorbell rang. She hastily rushed Nora out to the garden, but doing so, she quickly caught a glance of herself in the mirror---oh no, she looked terrible! She had to- but Jaune was- oh no, oh no, everything was already wrong!
No. No, breathe. That's what she had to do. Breathe.
She took a moment to stabilize herself, put on a big smile, and welcome Jaune to her home. She could do this. She could-
Oh no, she couldn't! But she... AGH!
Jaune always did this to her! Her heart was beating like crazy as she walked to the door. Oh, she needed to lean on the wall and catch her breath. He was just so- so- he was just so amazing!
She'd never forget, her first day at school in a whole different country, with a different language and customs and kids who immediately knew she was just a shy weirdo. But not Jaune. Jaune just saw someone who needed a friend. Because that's who he was. He'd stuck by her every day after that, hearing her vent her stresses about the sky-high expectations everybody put on her. His was the shoulder she leaned on when she felt overwhelmed by the world, both the normal world of school and sports and the secret world of magic. While fake friends tried to latch onto her for their own gain, Jaune had never asked anything from her other than to be her friend. He always understood, always was there for her. She never stood a chance.
And then he got hot! Which was so unfair!
But she had to breathe. Had to focus. This was a new attempt, and she was sure that this one, this one, finally would work. So she took another breath... and opened the door.
"Hey Pyr!" he said, cheerfully, and her heart melted, "You ready for some more last-minute cramming?"
"You know it!" she replied, wearing the fakest smile she'd ever had in her life. Because her mind was just thinking of the word cramming in the sense of cramming your rock-hard cock up my wet, needy pussy you fucking Adonis-
Ooooookay, she needed to calm the fuck down. "Hey Jaune," she said, desperately trying to not sound weird as she led him to her living room, "I actually had an idea to help us study---I found this recipe for smoothies that's supposed to be really good for helping memory and focus, so I made us a batch!"
And he gave her that grateful smile that made her panties drop. "Oh, neat! Man, Pyr, you're so amazing, you think of everything!"
Right now, she was thinking of tearing that hoodie off and running her tongue up and down those stupidly chiseled abs, but... all she had to do was give him the potion. Give him the potion and she'd finally get what she'd been after for far too many years.
She presented the smoothie to him. It looked... unappetizing. Green and fibrous, but... that's how healthy things looked, right? Jaune certainly didn't seem to think anything was odd about it---she'd even checked that the pulsing magenta light coming from within it was only visible to her witch sight. And then he wrapped his lips around the straw... and slurped it up.
And then, suddenly, he sat back in his chair.
"J-Jaune?" she asked suddenly worried, "Is everything-"
"P-Pyrrha," he croaked, "Gotta- gotta leave, gotta-"
"Jaune! Are you okay!"
"You hhhhave to llllleave, Pyrrha, you ohhhhhhhhh, " and then he looked up at her, his eyes clouded in lust, that magenta light now pulsing behind his pupils.
And then he leapt on her.
Pyrrha shrieked, half alarm, but also half delight, as he ripped her blouse open and tore her bra off. His hands mauled her tits and Pyrrha loved the way he was so rough with her. He was so strong, so... so manly as he took her for his own. He forced his tongue down her throat as he shredded her skirt and tore his own jeans apart. He didn't have time to wait, she didn't have time to wait as his dick practically burst forth... and then he rammed it into her.
It was brutal and animalistic and oh so good! Pyrrha had never had anything more than her slender little fingers in there, but Jaune smashed her little pussy with his rock-hard dick. It was enormous! As big as she'd hoped, as big as she'd dreamed! And he thrust with a furious need to mate with her, like she was the only hope of repopulating the human race.
Her orgasms were uncountable. Her mind was too frazzled to focus and his fucking just too forceful for her to take a moment to even begin to catch her breath. He had no words for her, just raw snarling and grunting, something deep and primal, as he sated his need on her body.
It was perfect. Everything she'd ever prayed for, and then she felt his thrusts get tighter, closer, and then... ohhhh, he flooded her pussy with his... with his...
Whoa... Pyrrha's head started to swim. Something... something wasn't... ohhhhhhh she could feel some potent magic flow through her. But it was good magic. Magic that made her feel light and silly, like her heart could just burst and her brain could just float away.
She loved Jaune, she thought with a giggle. Loved, loved, loved, loved Jaune! Wasn't he just the most perfect, wonderful, desirable, amazing, perfect, fuckable man to ever live? Wouldn't it just make so much sense to give up everything she ever wanted in life to be his personal sex slave? She just loved him so much, she'd be so much happier if her life had no other purpose than taking care of the love of her life!
And as she felt his dick get harder again in her, she grinned, realizing that she could "take care" of him in a very specific, and fun!, way right now!
Ohhhh...
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh...
Jaune... wasn't sure where he was. Or what was going on. He had a... headache? Was that it? He felt... weird. He was on the floor, and... was he at Pyrrha's? What had happened with that smoothie?
He felt something wet press against his face. A tongue? Pyrrha? Was it-
Nope, it was Nora, Pyrrha's pet goat. Jaune spat as he wiped the goat slobber off his face and... looked around... the place...
Pyrrha's house had been trashed.
And like, trashed. The couch and all three chairs had been shattered to bits, so had the table and the ottoman. There were... they looked like claw marks in the walls and... oh no, oh no, what the hell had just happened?
"So... you're awake?"
He stared at Nora. "Did..."
"Yes, I talk. You're not insane. I'm a familiar, Pyrrha's a witch, I have to explain a lot of things in kind of a hurry, so just take everything I say as true, okay?"
"Did... you just talk?" he asked, lamely.
The goat stared at him, in a way he didn't realize a goat could stare at a person. He realized he might be the first person in history to ever be condescended to by a goat. "...Yes. Anyways, you just-"
"You can talk?"
"Okay, new rule!" and then Nora headbutted him.
"Ow!"
"You're going to just listen to what I have to say and then you can decide if you're going crazy or not! So! Pyrrha's a witch, I'm her familiar. Magic is, obviously, real. And you've been dosed to the gills on love potions that apparently hit the tipping point last week when you drank a lust potion-laced smoothie, and you were apparently so saturated in love magic that you were basically a walking love potion for anyone who, um, 'encountered your fluids,' let's say."
"Wait... what?"
"Yeah, so... Pyrrha's kind of... also now crazy overdosed on love potion and it's not revers-"
"LAST WEEK?"
"Oh, yeah, you've been doing it nonstop for-"
"A WEEK?"
"Yeah, I gotta say, even I'm impressed that-"
"OUR FINAL WAS..." he did some quick math, "FUCK! YESTERDAY!"
Nora looked at him incredulously. "Magic is real, you've been dosed by a love potion, and you fucked Pyrrha for an entire week, is that really what you're choosing to focus on?"
He whirled on the goat, about to explain how he would freak out about each and every one of those issues one at a time, but then he heard a familiar, but sing-song voice. He turned and saw...
Oh dear lord, his imagination had not prepared him for how amazing Pyrrha looked naked.
"Oh Jaune~" she trilled, and then giggled in the sexiest way he'd ever heard, "My li'l cunny's feeling lonely without your big, hard cock to keep it company. See?" and then she reached down with her hands to spread her labia open and show how wet she was.
Ok.
So maybe there were things a lot more important than his final to freak out about right now.
But maybe there were some things way more important than freaking out right now.
And maybe he was going to do those things, right now.
Weiss glanced at the now-signed paperwork in front of her. It wasn't a particularly impressive stack, considering what she had to deal with as CEO of the Schnee Dust Company. In a normal day, she had to untangle years of prejudice and bad practices, butting heads with just about everyone her father had ever hired. But that was worthwhile work, and, besides, this paperwork was for something personal.
"Alright, that should be the last of them!" Neon Katt, her body woman, cheered as she picked up the stack and slid it into an envelope. "Congratulations, by the end of the day, your Huntress's license will be renewed!"
"Thank you, Neon," Weiss smiled. Not just at the pleasant idea of going back into the field, getting the chance to show Ruby that her skills had not slacked, but she also smiled from Neon's cheerfulness. It was something Ruby had taught her, before they were married, before they were even dating, back when they were students at Beacon, that there was something good about having positive people in her life. And with Neon's cheer at work and Ruby's unstoppable optimism at home, well, Weiss felt like she was better equipped to face all the challenges of the world than she ever thought she could be. "Glad to hear that I'll have my certification back by tomorrow."
"You know..." and Neon gave her a teasing grin, "most CEOs spend their vacations on their yachts, not monster hunting."
Weiss waved it off, good naturedly, "We've actually got an old Beacon friend joining us for our little trip, and I know he and Ruby would give me no end of grief if they had to babysit me while I waited for my license to activate."
"Wait, he? I thought you'd be vacationing with Blake or Yang or Penny, who could-" and then it seemed to click what Weiss was implying, "Wait, you and Ruby are spending your vacation with Jaune Arc? Whoa, Weiss, didn't know you and Ruby were into that," she said with an aggravating grin.
"Please, Neon," she rolled her eyes, "He's an old friend, and a dear one. It'll be good to spend time with him."
But Neon just shot her a confused look. "Wait, seriously?" she asked, and it was Weiss's turn to be confused. "You're having Jaune over for a week and it's not to... you know."
"I don't know what signals my wife may have given you, but-"
"Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa!" she waved her hands in alarm, "It's not Ruby! She'd never, I mean, she's crazy about you. No, I heard it from Nebula, from Shade? You ever know her?"
"Leader of Team NDGO?"
Neon nodded. "Yeah, like, she told me, she and her team once were doing a mission, happened to run into Jaune in this little backwater village in Vacuo---he'd been tracking some, I dunno, whatever his whole thing with the secret magical women is? Well, anyways, they bumped into Jaune, one thing led to another, they got drinks, and, well..."
She knew Neon was only trailing off to amplify Weiss's curiosity, but she couldn't deny she'd succeeded. "Well... what?"
Neon looked from left to right as though looking for eavesdroppers, then got in close to whisper. "Jaune did the whole team. All four of them. Nebula said she couldn't walk straight the next day. Guy's a beast, and Nebula said if he wasn't so damn hard to track down, she would have done whatever she had to to tie him down."
"Well, I certainly..." she tried to find a good word to use, but couldn't, "I'm happily married, Neon, and I suspect my wife and I will much prefer the company of our friend rather than... anything like that."
Neon nodded, "Of course, ma'am, but..." and she looked at her impishly, "if you do try it out, be sure to tell me all about it."
Weiss tried to put the conversation out of her mind. Neon trended to the ridiculous as often as not, and, really, it was inappropriate to think of her friend like that. Not the least of which because he was her wife's best friend. And she was happily married! Very happily married! And very happy with their sex life!
Ugh, she just knew Neon would find this hilarious. Weiss scuffed her shoe on the floor. The worst part was, she was happy in her marriage and with her sex life. If she was unhappy, there would be something she could change to address it and not be... weirdly excited about the thought of a threesome with her wife and her school friend. But the idea... and the fact that he could, apparently, take all four of the NDGO girls---when Yang had literally told her that Dew was too much for her---well, that happened to just really get her going!
She and Ruby had had amazing sex last night, and the worst part was, she knew both of them were burning off the excitement of seeing Jaune. Ruby, because she was excited to see her friend again and Ruby translated any and all forms of happiness into her libido, and Weiss because... the thought of Jaune taking the two of them was really turning her on.
This was so stupid. She wasn't a hormone-fueled teenager anymore, she was a CEO, a grown up with adult responsibilities, like her marriage vows. She glanced over to Ruby, hopping from one foot to the next, like if something didn't happen soon, she would go rushing out of the airport lobby to find something to do. And then her eyes lit up like beacons and Weiss swiveled to see where she was looking.
He had a beard now. And a long scar down his right arm, but she was much more attentive to the beard. It suited him, in her opinion, and with the armor, the sword at his side, and that casual confidence of a man who knew what he was capable of---he very much looked like the sort of Huntsman Weiss could only assume he imagined himself to be when he first came to Beacon.
And yeah... fuck he looked hot.
Ruby was ecstatic to see her friend again, and she shot forward as fast as her Semblance would let her, tackling him into a fierce hug, filling the room with the lovely fragrance of roses, and pointing at his beard excitedly. He seemed just as thrilled to see her, and really, it'd been years since either of them had been in the same room as Jaune. He looked up as Weiss approached, and gave her a warm smile that she was happy to reciprocate as she pulled him into her own quick hug.
Atlesian culture was much less about touching and hugging other people, but Ruby had rubbed off on her. And, she had to admit, it did feel nice to have those strong arms wrapped around her and-
She froze, realizing where her mind was going, and slowly disengaged from the hug. Maybe there was some wisdom in keeping things a little distant, the Atlesian way. "It's good to see you, Jaune," she said, and it was the honest truth. Even with her mind going to Yang's personal gutter, it was good to see him. Though she was never as close to him as Ruby was back at Beacon, Weiss considered Jaune a dear friend, and she'd missed him when they'd parted ways after graduation.
There was no avoiding it, she had to go to Atlas to take care of her family problems, and he stayed in Vale to pursue his quest, but she still wished there had been some way to stay in each others' life more than the rare scroll calls they shared.
"Jaune!" Ruby shouted excitedly, "I hope you're not too tired from your flight, cause we've already got a mission lined up and it's AWESOME! And you'll get to see White Rose 3.0 in action!"
"We're still developing it!" Weiss quickly cut in, knowing that Jaune was the unquestioned master of the team-up attack, "So if you have any-"
"It's so cool!" Ruby gushed, "And I'm not supposed to tell you anything about it so it's a surprise, but I've got to tell you that-"
"So!" he gave Weiss a roguish, heartbeat-quickening grin, "I guess we have to get going and find something to distract her with before Ruby tells me everything she's not supposed to."
Weiss couldn't resist giving him a roguish, almost flirtatious smile of her own. "I suppose we have to," she said, and Ruby eagerly hustled them back home, eagerly listing off restaurants he had to check out for dinner tonight. But even as Jaune's focus shifted to laughing and joking with Ruby, she was damned if even his casual glances at her weren't pulling at her heart, and... elsewhere.
Gods, she had missed Jaune.
Having him around just made everything... just better. Ruby was happier, she was happier, showing him around Mantle made her remember all the little things she loved about her town. She'd forgotten how close they'd gotten, as friends, back when they were on their adventures. They seemed to slip back into their old friendship, like Jaune had only been gone for a few weeks and not years.
Especially because they were in the field again.
Weiss hadn't used her Beacon skills in the field in years. Yes, she still sparred regularly, with her wife or Neon, and sometimes gave a demonstration to some of her board members, to show that the CEO was more than just a paper-pusher, but the realities of the field were just so much more... thrilling than a staged duel in the arena. She was proud to show that she hadn't lost a step, even as Ruby and Jaune were showing her firsthand that they were professional slayers of Grimm.
Would the Weiss who first came to Beacon ever imagine a day where she was proud to be keeping up with Ruby and Jaune? She couldn't imagine how her younger self would react if she somehow could see this future.
They'd spent the day clearing out a Boarbatusk nest (memories of that first year in Vale swirling through her mind), and the three of them took down an elder Teryx on their way back to camp. All told, a good day's hunting, though even thinking that phrase made Weiss shudder to remember Professor Port.
But with work done, the rest of the day was just spent preparing dinner (surprisingly lavish, especially with Jaune's help!) and chatting, sharing stories, gossiping, and making Weiss feel like Jaune had never actually left their lives.
"So, what does Ozpin have you up to, now?" Ruby asked, poking the fire with a stick.
Jaune chuckled. "You know that's all hush-hush business. Your uncle gave me a pretty good description of what would happen if I ever betrayed the old man's trust."
Weiss sipped her hot cocoa, enjoying the sound of their voices, the leaves fluttering in the night wind, and the shrill cry of cicadas. This was... this was good. Weiss was happy with her life, her marriage, her friends, and she didn't need to spoil it on some dumb rumor she'd heard from Neon.
At least, that was what Weiss thought at first. Ruby, it seemed, had burned out all her energy in the sheer excitement of hanging out with her best friend, and started to begin to fall asleep as the sun set. As she yawned, she insisted that she didn't want to call it a night early, not if it would make Weiss have to go to bed early, too.
But she'd told Ruby she wouldn't mind at all if Ruby called it an early night. She'd just chat with Jaune and... not try to think about how handsome he looked with his chiseled features made even more striking in the flickering firelight. He was a rugged man, someone who was at home in the wilderness. So different from the world Weiss inhabited. No one in their circles crossed paths; it was like she was stepping into another world...
And all those fantasies seemed so much clearer now.
Weiss blushed, realizing that the adrenaline from hunting must be getting her libido going, and she needed to tune it down before she said something very regrettable.
The two of them sat around the fire, talking about their lives, on topics that Weiss was very careful to keep low key. Without Ruby's high energy, there was a lot of space for silence, but it was a good silence. Time spent watching the fire, seeing the light flickering, hearing the occasional pop of the logs, and just spending time to think.
But thinking... was kind of a bad idea.
"I heard an interesting story about you from Neon..."
She'd said it out loud. Without thinking, without realizing it until she heard her own voice in the night air. Couldn't keep it bottled up any longer, and now she had to go forward and just say it. Jaune looked up, intrigued but not startled or anything. Just a little bemused, clearly with no idea what she was about to say, what had obsessed her for the past two days.
"You'd met up with Team NDGO in Vacuo, and, she said, you traveled with them?"
"Oh." He blushed and looked away, "I... know there's some stories about that, but I really didn't... it wasn't what people are saying. I'm just friends with, um, the team."
"The whole team?" she asked, trying to sound teasing but really coming off as sincere.
"I... Weiss, what did you, um..."
She froze. This was... this was insanity, but... well, now or never... "I heard you did the whole team," she blurted out.
Jaune paled, then blushed again, an even more furious red than before. "It was just... it was just a one night stand, not like it-"
"You did four women in one night and you're acting bashful about it?"
"I was lonely and... and I'd rather not talk about it," Jaune replied, angrily.
Weiss realized she'd pushed Jaune too far, and she immediately felt guilty. "...Sorry," she admitted, "it just... sounded like a good story."
Jaune sighed. "No, you're fine, I just... People think I had some great conquest, but really... it's lonely out in the wilds. And when I see what you and Ruby have, the life you two have built together... it's hard not to get jealous."
Suddenly, there was a great switching of gears as Weiss's own obsession dissipated and she was struck by a pang of deep sympathy for her friend.
Jaune never got over his partner's death. Losing Pyrrha had been a blow to all of them, and Weiss dearly missed her late friend, but Jaune... Jaune never recovered from it. Some of his spark had gone, and while he was still their kind, dear friend, she could tell that he never stopped wearing his pain. And isolation had only made it worse.
"Jaune, I just..." Weiss searched for her words, "I want you to know... Ruby and I, we both love you very much, and we... we care for you. So much. And if you need us---need anything from us," she corrected herself, "don't hesitate to ask. For anything."
And Jaune... illuminated by the firelight, Weiss could see a weak smile cross his face. And it meant everything to her.
Weiss woke up before Ruby (hardly a surprise), but not before Jaune.
He was already brewing coffee as Weiss, bleary eyed in the early morning light, yawned and greeted him. Last night had been... a little awkward, but it had reminded Weiss that Jaune was their friend, but also... that he was suffering, in his own way. She wished there was something they could do to help him out.
As they got breakfast ready, she heard Ruby slowly shuffle out of her tent, awkwardly trying to fix her bedhead and rub the sleep out of her eyes. Weiss almost had to laugh---she surely looked like Ruby did now when she emerged for coffee, and it was hard to imagine that there was someone other than her wife that Weiss trusted enough to let them see her in such a rough state.
But Jaune... she trusted Jaune. There was a sort of intimacy there, already, and it was hard not to see that, even with the years in between their last meeting in person, he was still someone they were so very close to.
After breakfast, Jaune went to fetch more water for them (they hadn't anticipated they'd find and take out the nest on their first day, so they had a few days to just laze about the campsite, taking it easy), as Jaune and Ruby cleaned the dishes.
"Hey, Weiss..." Ruby's voice, awkward and nervous, suddenly cut through the morning air.
Oh no.
Ruby was a very perceptive woman, and if anyone had caught on that Weiss was having... inappropriate thoughts about her best friend, it would be Ruby.
Shame bloomed on her cheeks, the realization that she had hurt the love of her life, her dearest companion. "What is it, Ruby?" she asked, trying to conceal her guilt.
"I just... have you noticed that Jaune... seems really sad?"
There was a moment of relief that came over Weiss, like she'd narrowly escaped getting caught (even though she hadn't done anything!), but it was matched by an equal sense of remorse. Because Ruby was perceptive, and she was right.
"I was just wondering if... if you two might have talked about it a bit, last night. If you know what might be going on with him."
"He... it's hard for him," she said, timidly, still feeling a bit like she was still on the hook, "to see us so happy, being married and having a happy home life while he's constantly traveling. He's lonely, and we're... not."
"Oh..." Ruby responded sadly, then she looked back to Weiss, "So, do you think a threesome would help him feel-"
"RUBY!" Weiss sputtered, unable to believe how casually Ruby was suggesting the very thing Weiss had been struggling with for the past few days!
"You can't- you can't seriously be thinking that we'd- we'd- we're married!" She gave Ruby her most scandalized look... that quickly collapsed before Ruby's skeptical gaze. Lowering her eyes, she admitted, "Okay, I might have been... thinking about it, too."
"Yeah, no duh, I've been thinking about it," she gave Weiss a sly grin, "And don't think I haven't noticed you checking out how hot he's gotten since Beacon."
Weiss laughed, relieved to finally have it out in the open and to know that her wife was entirely on the same page as her. She gave Ruby a teasing slap on the behind. "You've been thinking about cheating on your wife? Naughty girl!"
"It's not cheating if you're right there with me!" Ruby teased back, "And so long as we both get our fill, I don't think it'll cause any marital problems."
How had Weiss found someone so cheerful, so straightforward, so able to just punch right through the problems Weiss always struggled with? If she had just gone to Ruby when she first started feeling so conflicted, she would have sidestepped all of her problems!
But... she still had some anxieties.
"How do we..." she asked, searching for her words, "what's the delicate way of... inviting someone into one's marriage?"
"I think we just have to go up and tell him. Tell him that we care for him and want him to be happy. Besides," she gave Weiss a quick peck, "what man wouldn't jump at the chance to score with the both of us?"
Weiss smiled back. "Sounds like a plan."
"I wasn't team leader for nothing."
She heard the sound of Jaune returning to camp, carrying the water. Ruby quickly signaled to Weiss using their old Team RWBY hand signals---you take lead, I'll sneak around behind---and Weiss nodded her affirmation.
Go time.
She walked over to where their target was dropping off the now full containers of water. Resisting an urge to lick her lips as she saw his muscles flex, a thin sheen of sweat on them as he hefted the containers onto their camping table.
"Jaune," Weiss said, watching as Ruby carefully snuck up behind him, "I think we have something we... need to talk about."
"Oh?" he looked up, eyes compassionate, completely unaware of what he was walking into.
"You've been so lonely, haven't you?" Ruby purred seductively, her arms suddenly wrapped around his waist, "You just need to remember how many people love you... and how much they love you."
"Ruby, Weiss, what are you-"
But Weiss stopped his words with a sudden, lunging kiss. She had to stand on her tiptoes to do it, but it was worth it. It was- it was... fireworks. It was a shocking kiss, the sort that made her heart beat faster, her head feel light, and her whole body tingle.
Releasing him from her kiss, Weiss looked up into Jaune's dazed, surprised eyes, and smiled.
"Jaune... we care for you. Both of us. We care for you so much, and we want... we want you to get to experience what our relationship is like."
"What- what do you mean?" he asked, mind clearly not caught up with his eyes.
"She wants you to fuck us, silly," Ruby teased, hugging her best friend tightly, "Let you see just how much we love you and how important you are to us."
Jaune's eyes were still wide and uncomprehending, and Weiss had to giggle at how confused he was. "We've been thinking about this all trip, Jaune... not just meaningless sex, we want to show you that we love you, that we'll do an-y-thing," she drew out the syllables, "that makes you happy."
He looked to Weiss, a sudden look of vulnerability on his face. "Do you... do you really want this?" he asked.
"More than anything," Ruby replied.
"Seeing you smile would make anything worth it," Weiss told him, "But I also heard you managed to blow Team NDGO's minds, so..."
Jaune couldn't suppress his grin at that. "Yeah, well... I hope I live up to expectations."
Weiss licked her lips as she started to disrobe. "Oh, I'm sure you will," she purred, "But Jaune... I want you to take me like I'm not a prissy princess. I want you to take me in the dirt like an- Oh!"
Jaune had surged forward, roughly pushing Weiss to the ground and tearing her clothes off. He was so... so rough! It was incredible, his hands crudely shredding her outfit.
Glancing away from the beast that was assailing her, Weiss caught sight of Ruby, also disrobing, but contenting herself to watch. She was fingering herself as Jaune started to maul Weiss's breasts, feeling so small and compact in his big, strong hands.
"Oh, Jaune!" she cried, "Your hands feel so good!"
"Well if you like this," he laughed, taking one hand from her chest and using it to passionately rub her clit, "you'll love this!"
Oh wow.
Jaune's hands were magic. Weiss had been spending the past few days in a constant state of near-arousal, so she was already pretty ready, but Jaune flicked her bud and flipped her switch, and now she was raring to go.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhhhhh," she moaned, her eyes rolling upwards as she was helpless before his assault.
"And I'm sure Nebula told you all about this..." and with some inexplicable twist of his fingers, Weiss gasped, crying out in surprise as her arousal spiked and her pussy clenched, desperate to find something to fill her up.
"Oh, gods, Jaune, fuck! ME!"
"Holy shit, Jaune!" Ruby gasped, "Could you do that back at Beacon?"
He only gave a slight smirk that made Weiss (and likely Ruby too) lament how many missed chances they'd had over the past years to get to this point.
But no use worrying about the past, not when Jaune's dick was revealed, and Weiss was babbling incoherently, too horny to do much more than beg, squirming in the dirt as she lusted for his touch.
And then he delivered.
With a squeal of delight, Weiss looked over to Ruby's approving gaze. Gods above, she was the best wife ever!
But Jaune was also pretty high on Weiss's rankings right now, proving Neon's report to be, if anything, understating how good he was! Weiss had little experience with men, but Jaune was busy reaffirming the hell out of her bisexuality. And she knew exactly how to thank him for it...
"Call me," she gasped, "Call me 'Snow Angel,' Jaune!"
"Oh!" he moaned, "Oh yes, yes, you're my Snow Angel, you've uhn, always been my Snow Angel!"
Weiss moaned in shared delight as he kept thrusting into her. But then she heard Ruby's voice cut in. "This is too hot to just watch," she giggled, "Honey, do you mind helping me out?"
Her lovely wife's sweet pussy was now revealed to Weiss as Ruby sat on her face. Eager to make this a shared affair, Weiss set to pleasuring Ruby, loving the taste of her pussy juices as her tongue eagerly sought out her clit.
As Weiss lapped at her wife's snatch, feeling Jaune filling her pussy, she could hear the two of them noisily making out as they all strove to reach their climaxes!
It was everything Weiss had been fantasizing about. Jaune was so strong and masterful, a man of the woods, an uncivilized brute who was smashing her tender liitle pussy, remaking her into his woman with his cock, while kissing her wife so tenderly and lovingly that Weiss wanted to just melt into a puddle. There was just so much love and adoration going about them that Weiss couldn't believe her good fortune that she had such wonderful people in her life!
She was so weak before him, so delicate, that Weiss couldn't even try to stave off her orgasm. It came upon her suddenly, making her scream into her wife's pussy, making Ruby giggle as she ground her slit against Weiss's overwhelmed face. She could hear her wife joking to Jaune about how easy she was, about how he should have done this to her back when they were students! Oh, he should have! He should have thrown her to the floor when she was being such a bitch and taught her a lesson!
Ruby's dirty talk and Weiss's frantically grasping pussy seemed to be gaining back the upper hand, though, as Jaune's cock tensed inside her... and then released!
His thick cream flooded her, making Weiss feel like she'd been defiled, and she was so turned on by the thought. As Jaune and Ruby withdrew, Weiss squeezed her thighs together, enjoying the feel of his sticky cum inside her, trying to keep it from draining out. Weiss was on birth control, so it was a futile gesture, but she loved imagining it, as though Jaune was simply so rough, so virile that he could overpower her contraceptive!
Ruby's eyes were drawn to her pussy, where she had a very different thought. "Jaune... I wanna lick my wife clean while you put a load in my pussy too!"
Weiss giggled, "I wish we knew this was going to happen... we could have tried for a baby!"
"Mmmmm," Ruby sighed, getting in position to eat Weiss out while invitingly wiggling her butt for Jaune's pleasure, "that just means we're going to have to do this again, don't we?"
As Ruby's talented tongue went to work bringing Weiss to another orgasm, all heightened by the sight of her handsome, manly friend/lover plowing her wife... she really just had to agree!
Coming back into the office, Weiss was disappointed that her vacation was over, but, at the same time, felt more energized than ever before.
As she sat down behind her desk, Neon was there in a flash, a steaming cup of coffee in her hand and a small folder full of memos she'd need to look over. It was back to work, but she was confident she had left everything in Neon's capable hands.
"Morning boss!" Neon cheerfully saluted, "How was it going back into the field?"
"Marvelous," Weiss sighed, glancing over the reports and taking her first sip of coffee. Vacations were good, but she loved her work. The world of corporate intrigue and organization spoke to her skills more so than fieldwork did, and, remembering what the SDC had been in the hands of other CEOs, she knew this was a place she could do a lot of good for the world. Which reminded her, she had to talk to Blake about the...
She realized that Neon hadn't left yet. She looked up to see that Neon had, in fact, fixed her a salacious grin. "So... anything happen that I would like to hear about?"
Weiss just laughed. "Neon, please, he's a dear friend, nothing more."
But then she gave Neon a wry look of her own. "Though... not to get ahead of myself, but... if you could start preparing my next vacation... I think Ruby and I would enjoy visiting Vale..."
Pyrrha had been reading in the bed, next to her husband, when the sensation struck her. She had been reading Blake's most recent book, an account of how she and Weiss had worked together to end the SDC's abusive labor practices and reform their policies with the Faunus. It was good work, thorough, even if it was clearly setting up Blake's campaign for Councilwoman. But then a familiar urge hit her that couldn't stand aside.
She really had to pee.
This was a frequent issue, especially now that there was a new life within her, one nearly ready to pop out, but, right now, was pressing right on her bladder. She put her book aside and readied herself for the now laborious task of swinging her legs off the bed and getting up to go to the bathroom.
"Need any help?"
She glanced over to Jaune, who had paused in his knitting. He'd always been the domestic one in the household, and ever since they'd first learned that parenthood was in store, he'd set to converting yarn and parental anxieties into an endless collection of scarves, caps, socks, and blankets. She smiled, feeling the warmth of his concern. "No, just have to pee. Again," she joked, saying the last part in mock-annoyance to her swollen belly. He smiled, then went back to his knitting.
He was a good husband. Beacon offered generous parental leave, and while Pyrrha hated taking Jaune out of the classroom, she dearly appreciated that she'd have him as they started their new family together. Family. Hard to imagine the word, but there it was. Something they would be creating, just the two of them, together.
But sentimentality could wait and this could not. So she stumbled down the hall, marveling at the sensation of how much more of a nuisance a task this simple had become in the past few months. The connection she already felt with her future daughter---Brothers help her, she still did not have a name yet and was this close to letting Nora choose for her---was even more intense than she'd been led to believe came with motherhood, but she still was a little annoyed at how she'd sent her from being a top level tournament champion who'd personally dueled the Queen of the Grimm to making frequent, waddling trips to the bathroom.
But now that that task was finished, she caught a look of herself in the bathroom mirror. She had to admit: she was looking damn good. A maternal goddess stared back at her, aflush with the glow of pregnancy; her cheeks were rosy and her hair was a full, shiny red. And, of course, as she cupped her sensitive, swollen breasts, she certainly enjoyed what pregnancy had done for her rack. Not only did they look fantastic, they were so sensitive, she could nearly bring herself to orgasm just by playing with them.
A thought like that wouldn't have come to her months ago, but it was funny how horny pregnancy had made her. All the hormones flying meant she could go from zero to soaked in the span of seconds, often triggered out of nowhere. And she was having the naughtiest dreams, too, with all sorts of wild fantasies that let her wake up in a very good mood. Unlike her food cravings, she rather liked these urges, though perhaps it'd be easier if she just didn't have so many?
Maybe the little one just wants to make sure she's not an only child, she thought with a naughty giggle.
Well... maybe her daughter-to-be had the right idea, even if Pyrrha didn't have the slightest chance of being impregnated for a little while longer. Running a hand down her body, feeling how her skin tingled from the touch and imagining it was Jaune's rough hands running over her... she bit her lip. She could already feel herself moisten as she walked back to the bedroom, reaching for the box they kept in the linen closet and finding a little something to make the night really fun.
But as she sashayed (well, as best she could in her current state) back into the room, something stopped her with a powerful force. Seeing her husband lying in bed, quietly knitting... they'd been through so much together. Literal adventures, all across Remnant fighting evil and changing the face of the whole world, and now, in the quiet life they'd made together, even around their celebrity, she found herself gripped by a powerful and dear love for the man who'd changed her life in a thousand different ways. And now they were about to be parents together... she halted a sniffle. Damn hormones, they made everything more difficult than they needed to be.
She steadied herself, letting arousal win out over sentimentality, and then got his attention by jangling the two pairs of handcuffs she had in her hand.
Jaune looked up---and then his eyes boggled as he saw his naked wife holding a pair of handcuffs and realizing the only thing she could be implying. She gave him a dirty smile, licking her lips as she advanced upon him.
But it wasn't... everything was just a little off. There was a momentary flash of concern across his face, and she knew exactly what it meant. Nearly a year ago, at the Atlas Masters Championship, before all this, she'd traded shattering blows with Ciel Soliel for nearly twenty minutes before she'd won. Across her career, she'd taken blows from hammers and rifle shot and the claws and teeth of the Grimm, all in due course. She was the Invincible Woman, but now... there was an inescapable sense of fragility around her.
Her doctor told her that there was no serious risk that came with sex in any stage of her pregnancy. Their pregnancy books even had a sidebar on which positions were best for pregnant women, and yet, even with her sudden urges, it felt like their sex was always driven by an excess of care. Like she was fragile now, like even the slightest thing could hurt her or the baby, and it never failed to make her feel paranoid and insecure, like she actually was as fragile as they treated her.
"Jaune..." she started, her voice a needy purr, "I'm really horny..."
He smiled at that, putting his knitting away. And yet. She could still see the concern in his eyes. No, she had to fix that. She had to make that clear. "Jaune," she said again, with more authority in her voice, "I'm not going to break, and..." nervousness crept through her, sudden doubts on if she was going- no, she reminded herself, she needed this. "I need you to treat me like I won't. I want you to be rough with me, Jaune, show me I can take it and take me."
Whatever objections or concerns he might have still had in his mind, Jaune clearly saw how important this was to her. He got up from the bed, kissed her, one of those warm, wonderful kisses where her knees got weak and she swore he was using his Semblance on her, and took the handcuffs from her hands... and then, with a click, latched them both around her wrists.
He pushed her to the bed and connected the handcuffs to the headboard, spread far enough apart to keep her arms parted, and high up enough to force her to be on her knees. They'd done this position before, but with her milk-laden boobs and swollen belly dangling beneath her, she just felt so much more helpless, and so much more turned on.
"Well, Prisoner," Jaune said, his voice cold and superior, sending a thrill down Pyrrha's spine, "Anything you want to say to me? Perhaps about the location of your friends?"
"I- I'll never give," she moaned, "Never!"
"Oh?" he asked, teasingly, "So defiant! That's good, though, I like it when they still have a little fight in them..."
She tensed, feeling as one of his hands palmed and gripped her exposed buttock. "D-do your worst," she sneered, summoning as much defiance she could, "I'm not afraid of some spoiled, poncy offi- ohhh!"
He suddenly grabbed a full tit with his other hand, kneading and squeezing it mercilessly---and her hormone-soaked mind was immediately frazzled as bolts of pleasure radiated from every point his fingers gripped and squeezed her swollen breast. Just about the only thing that kept her from cumming her brains out was that it felt too good, that the pleasure was so intense, it seemed to knock all her reflexes off of her rhythm.
Jaune gave a cruel laugh. "I'm sorry, what was that? I don't think you finished."
"I-I..." it was legitimately difficult to regain her focus. Pregnancy had, on top of everything else, given her a hair trigger. But she wasn't going to give in that easy! "I said, 'do your worst!' Just because you caaaaaaaAAAAAAAAN OH! " The finger slid into her, and the hair trigger was confirmed, leaving Pyrrha seeing stars as she came. She gasped for air, struggling to keep herself from toppling forward.
"My word, prisoner," he chuckled, " You're already moaning like a whore, girl."
"I'm not- I'm not-" she protested, weakly.
"Oh, but you are," and she felt his leering eyes cut right through her, exposing her. "All this struggle, all this defiance; it's all an act. You can't wait to tell me where all your little friends are hiding, you just resist because you're desperate. Desperate to give in, to be used like the horny, needy slut you are. You're worried if you talk too soon... I won't fuck you like you need to be fucked."
Every word felt like a slap, and it made Pyrrha hornier and hornier. "It's not true," she whined, impotently. "I won't g-give in, I- I won't!" But it sounded less like defiance and more like petulance.
It was made worse as Jaune's hand gripped her breast, teasing and squeezing her nipple, finally found what he was after. Pyrrha gasped as a spurt of milk came from her nipple and Jaune murmured, "Maybe you're not spilling your secrets yet..."
Pyrrha whined as he removed the finger from her pussy, but then his lips latched on to her nipple. As he sucked the milk from her heavy tit, she bit her lip hard and felt her eyes roll up in her head. It felt good. It felt so good. "Oh- oh, please," she moaned, "Please, please, I- I- ohhh!"
She came, slumping forward, but the short chain of the handcuffs leaving her dangling in midair. Jaune laughed, "Oh, you're not a needy little slut, huh? Please, tell me: why did you cum like a whore in your interrogation if you aren't?"
"Please," she whined, "please..."
"'Please' what?" he teased, "'Please fuck me, sir?' 'Please ravage my tight pussy?' 'Please use me like a bitch in heat?' Which is it, prisoner?"
She didn't have words, the shame and humiliation, coupled with the undeniable need left her moaning, her hands struggling to free themselves to- to... to break out? To escape? Or to let one hand squeeze her milky tits while the other shoved as many fingers into her twat as she could fit?
Suddenly, a hand gripped her hair and yanked her head up. "I asked you a question, slut! Answer it!"
"I- I-"
He threw her head back down. "Answer me!"
"I want your dick!" she squealed, "I need it! I need your cock! Please, sir, please!"
He was silent a moment, and Pyrrha panicked that she'd answered wrong. That she'd angered him, and now she wouldn't get any cock. But then Jaune's hand gently ran down her back, every inch of her skin electric with anticipation and need. "That's a good girl," he said, "A very good girl. It feels good to be honest, doesn't it? So good..."
Oh, it was true! So true! It felt so good to be praised, to be his good girl.
"And now you want to be good for me... and tell me where your friends are hiding..." A momentary panic surged through Pyrrha. She- she couldn't! They were all counting on her to- "And then I'll reward you..." Jaune whispered and all thought of her responsibilities collapsed.
"They- they're at Haven," she whined, "They're at Haven! Please, I'll tell you anything, please, just, please, fuck me!"
His laugh was as cruel as it was erotic. "Haven? My, my, we hadn't even suspected Haven... if you hadn't broken so easily, we might never have caught them..."
Shame bloomed on her face, but the guilt she felt was nothing when her pussy felt so wet and empty. "P-please," she begged, "I- I did what you asked..."
She moaned as Jaune's hands gripped and kneaded her ass cheeks. "You did, didn't you..." her heart was pounding in her chest, the desperate hope that he'd take care of her making her almost delirious, "I suppose you've earned a treat."
Even before her heart could leap with joy, Pyrrha felt his thick, powerful cock slide right into her wet snatch. It stuffed her, scrambling her brain as her words turned to incoherent squeals and gurgles. And then he started thrusting, her fat titties and pregnant belly swinging as he rocked her against the wall.
"Don't worry," he soothed, "your friends will be joining you soon once I've captured them."
"Oh yes!" she cried in ecstatic need, "C-capture them! B-break those RWBY s-sluts like you- ugh- like you broke me!"
There was a hitch in his thrusts when she said the name "RWBY," but he quickly caught himself. "Gods, you enjoy betraying them, don't you? You're picturing them succumbing to me right now!"
Gods, she was! "Yes!" she cried, "You're b-breaking them in half on your dick! They're losing their minds to your cock and you're- you're fucking their brains out!" His thrusts became faster, harder, pounding her against the wall and driving her to incoherence. "We never stood a chance against you! N-nev- N- Nev- NEVERAAAAAAGH!"
She screamed, feeling as Jaune's thrusts halted as he shook with his own orgasm, flooding her pussy with his cum. Panting and gasping, she collapsed, once more dangling from the headboard, tongue lolling out of her mouth and every neuron in her brain sparking and fizzing as she struggled to hold onto anything resembling a thought.
As she slowly game back to something resembling consciousness, Jaune unlocked the handcuffs, freeing Pyrrha. Gently, he helped her lie down in the bed, and she looked up at him, blushing bashfully like he always did after they did anything this kinky. Words weren't coming to her yet, but she smiled at him, a gentle smile that he returned, making Pyrrha feel almost as good as her orgasm did.
Almost.
He stroked her hair. "Can I get you anything? A drink of water?"
"N-nuh- nuh-" her tongue was still too thick and unresponsive, so she had to shake her head no.
He smiled, a small surge in pride at his ability to turn the Invincible Woman's brains to mush from pure, electric pleasure. He kissed her on the forehead, and she cooed happily, feeling exhaustion rise up around her. At that moment, the baby kicked and Pyrrha giggled, letting her arms cradle her belly, reassuring her future daughter that all was well and all was good.
And then she went to sleep.
For years, Terra had thought she was asexual.
When all her girlfriends were talking about boys, Terra couldn't understand what all the fuss was about. She'd learned about lesbians, but girls didn't seem that appealing either. People were great, Terra had plenty of close friends, but dating? She was fine without that, and she certainly didn't want to see anybody naked.
It had made high school an awkward experience, especially as her peers weren't quite sure what to make of her while the rest of them were discovering their burgeoning sexualities, but once Terra went off to college to get her degree in engineering, she had found that it wasn't hard to find peers who didn't judge her for preferring to keep things platonic. And Terra learned she was okay with herself, and finally felt like she was who she thought she was.
And then she met Saphron.
Saphron had moved to Argus from a small town in Vale, and she had a way about her that made her everyone's friend. As such, Terra couldn't help but get pulled into her orbit. From there, her social gravity just pulled them closer and closer until Terra, without realizing how it happened, was now one of Saphron's closest friends.
Outgoing. Friendly. Sometimes, a bit of a ditz, but that just made her more adorable. Terra couldn't get enough of Saphron, and for the first time in her life, she was falling to pieces trying to figure out how to just talk to someone. Fretting about her outfit---if it was cute enough, if she might seem too slutty, did Saphron even like girls?---before heading out with her friends. Nervously working up the courage to ask a girl out. Sitting in her car after a date and taking a moment to exhale and process how exhilarating it had been.
Being invited to her bedroom and experiencing one of the best moments of Terra's entire life.
She wasn't asexual or homosexual. Terra was Saph-sexual, and she loved it.
They'd gotten married in a hurry, a legal issue with Saphron's immigration paperwork to Vale suddenly making a hasty wedding much more desirable. But thanks to travel restrictions caused by a recent Grimm outbreak, Saphron's family, tragically, wasn't able to attend the wedding.
It had been hard on her fiancee. Family, Terra had learned, meant a lot to the Arcs. And so they'd made a compromise. Terra would meet the family on a CCT call where she'd get their well wishes for their pending marriage.
The call made her incredibly nervous, terrified, really, of how she'd be judged. But what Terra hadn't expected was that the call would reveal to her that she actually wasn't Saph-sexual.
She was Arc-sexual.
Because her future in-laws were... damn. Seriously, there were seven of them? Terra's attitude had gone from pure terror at making a bad impression to an even purer terror that she'd get caught lusting after her future family members!
Six gorgeous sisters and that brother...
Fortunately, they lived on a completely different continent, and on the far side of Mistral at that, so there weren't a lot of opportunities for Saphron's family to make the trip. And so, Terra's sanity remained safely protected as she pushed aside any thought of her wife's ridiculously hot family into the darkest recesses of her mind, where she didn't have to think about it, and that meant it basically wasn't real. Which meant she wasn't weird. Which was great.
Until she got a call from Saphron while at work. She was worried it'd be something about Adrian, only to discover that Saphron was overjoyed to call her about some big news. Family news.
Jaune, her stupidly sexy brother, was coming to visit.
Terra loved Saphron. Loved her so dearly for the way she supported her in her career. Had been there for her in the hard times. How she'd been with her, every step of the way of her pregnancy. The beautiful son they had together. The way she smiled. The little things in their shared love language. For a thousand reasons and more, she knew that Saphron was her soulmate, the one person Terra truly wanted to be married to.
But Jaune made her panties drop.
He was easily the hottest of the Arcs, the one with the most Arc-sexiness, and while Terra was good at not fantasizing about any of her sexy sisters-in-law, Jaune had been a constant figure in her masturbation sessions and, shamefully, sometimes when she was with Saphron.
There was a reason she really enjoyed Saphron taking her from behind with a strapon, a reason she would never admit to, even under torture.
And now he was coming here.
With his girlfriend.
Who happened to be a massive international celebrity, particularly in Argus. Seriously, Terra had a freaking Pyrrha Nikos poster in her dorm, from before she won her second Vytal tournament. It was weird that that wasn't what she was busy freaking out about, but that was Terra's life now.
It gave the whole event a surreal, dreamlike feel. Terra was preparing to host the figure of all her darkest sexual fantasies, plus a celebrity, for dinner. What, was she about to remember she had a math test she hadn't studied for?
But dreams, reality, whatever she was in, she was in it now, because she heard the doorbell ring. And that meant that the hour had come, the moment she had been preparing herself for. She went to the door, slightly behind Saphron, steadying herself as the door opened and-
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
He was even sexier in person! Seeing him and Saphron hug was... they were so alike and everything Terra loved about Saphron was right there in her brother's stupid sexy face and gorgeous eyes. She would literally die if they started making out right now, and it took a lot of willpower to not suggest it! Ugh, being sandwiched between those two sexy siblings would be the hottest thing she could imagine, and she just couldn't decide if she'd rather have-
"Hi, I'm Pyrrha!"
Startled from her lascivious fantasies, Terra nearly jumped with surprise to see the famous Pyrrha Nikos was reaching her hand out to her. "T-Terra!" she stammered, a little too loudly, "I-it's a pleasure to meet you!"
Terra prayed that Pyrrha assumed that her nervousness was from meeting a celebrity and not from the fact Terra was imagining what her boyfriend's dick looked like, and how hot it would be to see her wife's lips wrapped around it, the sinful sisterly blowjob being made all the more incredibly taboo by watching a man fuck her wife.
Oh no, she was getting way too excited. She was a married woman with a child, not some... horny teenager! Terra needed to calm right the fuck down right now or she would lose everything.
"P-please come in," she tried to sound like a gracious host, "Adrian would l-love to meet you!"
Fortunately, after the awkwardness at the front door, Terra had managed to regain some of her composure. Adrian had helped, the excited boy, eager to meet Pyrrha and his Uncle Jaune, reminded her of her responsibilities and her better sense. And dinner was wonderful, the five of them eagerly talking as though there hadn't been an uncontrollable sexual fantasy boiling in Terra's mind for the past several days.
But the trip to Argus was a tiring one---the two recently licensed Huntsmen had actually done this trip as a working vacation, helping protect a train to pay their way up north, and they'd been fighting the whole way. There was some joking about a Beacon teammate of theirs who would have been very helpful to have on hand, some Huntsman jargon about amplifying Semblances, but Terra could tell the both of them were tired. And after a big meal (Saphron had to show off to her brother that she was a master of the family recipes), they seemed quite liable to nearly fall asleep at the table!
So Saph and Terra had put Adrian to bed and bid the two of them good night, promising that tomorrow they'd have fun together. Not in the way Terra was imagining it, of course (she was really wondering what it would be like to switch between Jaune and Saph, trading kisses and tasting the difference between the siblings).
But after that... there wasn't much to stay up for. So they'd decided to call it an early night as well---Saph was going to get up early to make crepes, so she figured it wouldn't hurt to go to bed sooner.
But Terra couldn't sleep.
How could she sleep? She knew what was waiting for her in her dreams. She'd gone from the shock of encountering Jaune to a momentary opportunity to regain control, now back to a state of terrible desire, made worse that Jaune had given her a hug before bed. His scent still lingered in her nostrils, making her mind go... to certain places.
So she got up to get a drink of water, hoping that would, somehow, fix the fact that her sexual identity was wired around a certain family of gorgeous blonde vixens and an undeniably Alpha stud.
Gods help her if there was ever a family reunion.
But as she sipped her water, she realized she wasn't the only person in the kitchen.
Because Pyrrha was standing in the doorway.
And she had a very focused look trained on her.
"Terra, I..." and Terra froze, knowing she had a guess what Pyrrha was about to say, "I think I've... noticed the way you've been looking at Jaune."
Her eyes went wide. Fear flooded her heart as she blurted out an excuse. "I- It's not what- I'm not- It's not what you think!"
But Pyrrha just smiled and raised a hand to silence her. Then, her eyes darting nervously, she leaned in close and whispered, "I noticed... that it's the same way I'm looking at Saphron."
That was not expected.
That was not expected at all.
But Pyrrha continued, to try to explain more of it to the astounded Terra. "They're both, you know," she giggled nervously, "like, the only people I've ever been attracted to."
"You're an Arc-sexual too?"
"What..." now it was Pyrrha's turn to be surprised, "Is there a... name for this? Is this something-"
"No! I mean..." she sighed, "I just... never was attracted to anyone, man or woman, until I met the Arcs. Didn't even want a romantic relationship, but the thought of Jaune and Saphron having their way with me-"
Terra blushed, furiously, at the realization of what she'd just said. Only to realize that Pyrrha was blushing, too, her eyes glassy as she so clearly imagined it. "Mmmm... it'd be so hot if Jaune took you over the table... while you ate his sister out..."
Unable to believe her fortune, she had to match her new friend's overt lewdness. "Not as hot as watching Jaune and Saphron double-team you."
"Gods, yes," she moaned, "I just can't decide which holes I'd want them in!"
So many options. So many combinations. And they were all so hot! Terra felt a nosebleed coming on, but she didn't care. Not only had she discovered that somebody else shared her fetish, she had realized they had a window. For both of them to reach their satisfaction.
"Do you know if..." she swallowed hard, "Would Jaune be open to..."
Pyrrha, sadly, shook her head no, and Terra's heart sank. It was hopeless, wasn't it? She got this much closer, but it all-
Wait, no!
"Pyrrha!" she quickly asked, "Is Jaune... I don't know how to say this in a nice way, but Saph? Kind of a ditz, and if Jaune's..."
"Yeah, he can be..." she searched for a word, "a bit dense... a lot of the time."
Phew. That was an opening. "So the two of them... might be able to be... tricked into going along with-"
"Whatever the plan is," Pyrrha smiled, "I'm in."
Thank the gods! Terra looked to her new partner in crime with a wicked smile. "You ready to get your world rocked by the hottest blonde in Argus?"
"It's going to be so hot to eat your wife's pussy," she giggled.
"Gods, yes---and is your boyfriend's dick as good as-"
"It's amazing," she confidently replied, "Might make you think twice about which team you're batting for. Though..." and she gave a playful smile, "I'm really hoping we can get them to both take us. Have Jaune and Saph together, at the same time...."
"But not, like, incest!" Terra quickly, and dishonestly, cut in.
"Oh, yeah, of course... I don't want, um... that..." Pyrrha said, trying not to lick her lips.
"Yeah... me either... I- I don't think it'd be hot to see Jaune and Saph make out at all!"
Pyrrha nodded, though, from the look in her eyes, Terra could tell one thing.
Pyrrha was a terrible liar.
The plan was simple.
Jaune was a dolt, Saph was a ditz. Terra loved her wife, but it was true. It would not be difficult at all to convince them that partner swapping, as long as it was kept inside the family, was actually good and okay in Mistral! And then, once everyone got a little loosened up, she and Pyrrha would see about making that Arc sandwich... and, in her wildest fantasies... she and Pyrrha would get to watch as the hottest people they knew gave them a show.
The day sped by as though it hadn't happened. She vaguely remembered that they took Jaune and Pyrrha to some tourist destinations, let Adrian play with his cool Uncle Jaune and to see him use the family sword and shield in a quick spar with his wife (seeing Pyrrha Nikos spar should have been the highlight of her life, but with what was coming, it was hardly even noteworthy), and now... after dinner... it was showtime.
Adrian had been put to bed, and Terra knew that her son was out like a light. This happened whenever he insisted he wasn't tired and wanted to stay up later, so she was confident that nothing short of artillery fire was likely to wake him up.
Pyrrha and Jaune had joined Terra and her wife for a glass of wine, some light music, and a chance to let the siblings reminisce about their childhood memories. Terra and Pyrrha laughed at appropriate times, and just let the two oblivious sex gods (Seriously! Somehow, being around Jaune just made Saphron so much sexier! It was ridiculously unfair that Terra was somehow expected not to bring her hot brother-in-law into their lovemaking!) cheerfully talk about old memories and family vacations.
Unable to wait any longer, she gave Pyrrha the signal.
"Terra..." the champion fighter began, "Tell me, an Argus girl like you... did your family raise you with some of the old... traditions?"
Terra gave a practiced laugh. "Oh, like the Swap? Well, of course I grew up knowing about it, but I never thought about it seriously. My wife's Valean, after all," she said, her last line laden with enough innuendo that Jaune and Saphron caught on to the bait.
"The Swap?" Jaune asked, confused. "I've... never heard of this before?"
Pyrrha giggled, playing her part perfectly. "Well... it's a bit old fashioned, and Mistralians don't really talk about it with non-Mistralians. Really, I think it might be more of an Argus tradition. My family's been practicing it-"
"Pyrrha!" Terra playfully teased, "You have to explain it! Don't keep them waiting!"
"Well..." she drew out that syllable, and Terra could see that their targets were hooked, "In Northern Mistral, it's... customary that, when someone marries into the family... sometimes a sibling was... invited to test them, to make sure they're 'worthy' of the family..."
"Oh, like with cooking?" Jaune asked, in that sexy, dopey way of his, "Because in Vale we have a tradition where your mother-in-law has to-"
"No, Jaune!" Pyrrha laughed, then whispered into his ear, "It's more about..."
Saphron turned to her wife. "It's what? I haven't heard about this before?"
The perfect opportunity for Terra to drop the words that would utterly unmake Saphron. "Oh, it's nothing serious..."
"Oh come on!" Saphron playfully swatted at her, "You can tell me!"
"Look at how red Jaune got," Terra mused, gesturing to her extremely red-faced brother-in-law.
"Awwwww, now I have to learn!" Saphron mock-whined, "Come on! Tell me!"
Leaning over, giving this all the ceremony she needed, she whispered into her wife's ear. "It's about sex."
Saphron grew as red as Jaune did, and became very quiet as she took in the meaning of her words, before finally spitting out, "WHAT?"
"It's... just an old tradition," Pyrrha reassured her, "Hardly anyone does it nowadays, but..."
"We all grew up hearing stories about it, making jokes... I was an only child, so-"
"Me too!" Pyrrha laughed, "I remember, though, teasing a bunch of my friends who had cute brothers that I wouldn't mind being a part of that Swap."
"And it's good for marriages," Terra carefully posited, hoping not to sound too eager, "Makes sex a little less taboo, unlike... um, no offense, but Vale's got a reputation for-"
"Sexual repression," Jaune sighed, "Yeah, I've heard."
"Jaune's not repressed!" Pyrrha chimed in, "He's actually very adventurous. He and I- mmf!"
Without hesitation, Jaune clapped his hand over his girlfriend's mouth. "Pyrrha!" he cried, "You don't have to tell them... about that!"
"Oh?" Terra turned to her wife, "Now I'm interested... I always thought you were a free spirit for a Valean, but maybe it's just in the family..."
"Shut up!" Saphron laughed, taking another helpful sip of wine, "But yes, Terra and I... we get up to a bit of fun in the bedroom..."
"Saph?" Jaune's eyes bulged, "Are you really going to-"
"We're in Mistral!" she said, cheerfully, "And you've heard these two, talking about their Swap and all, might as well show them that we're not a bunch of Valean prudes."
"You can't be serious..." he mouthed.
Pyrrha sprung the trap. "Oh? That's what you said when I suggested anal, and now you love-mmf!"
"Pyrrha!"
"Oh, Saph loves taking me up the butt, she-"
"Terra!"
"What?" she laughed, "You do, you little Valean harlot!"
And moment of truth...
Saphron laughed too!
"Gods, Jaune," she said, wiping a tear from her eye, "I was going to say we hooked up with two Mistralian stereotypes, but I'm starting to think that maybe we just wound up finding our own kind!" Jaune stared at her incredulously, but either her adventurous spirit, or her second healthy pour of Chateau d'Arc, had her very much loosened up. "Come on, Jaune! Isn't this fun? It's so taboo and... naughty. Besides," she said with a teasing smile, "you think I believe you scored a babe like Pyrrha and I don't think you're showing her a good time?"
Terra nearly swooned at the thought of how well everything was going, but Pyrrha was a pro---either her martial discipline or media training on display here. "You think I'm a babe?" she asked, coquettishly.
While she didn't feel any sexual attraction towards Pyrrha, Terra couldn't deny... she did like watching the gorgeous redhead flirt with her wife. Maybe more so because of the blond sex bomb she was carrying with her, but Pyrrha certainly was an attractive woman.
Saphron gave her a teasing, wine-influenced look. "What, you're hoping I might have to 'test your worthiness' to marry my brother?"
"Do you think I'd disappoint?" Pyrrha shot back with a confident gleam in her eye.
Jaune's eyes went wide. "Oh, no, Saph, Pyrrha's super competitive and-"
"And it sounds like you just issued a challenge!" Terra finished. "Oooh, isn't this exciting? I don't know if it's the wine talking or-"
"We should do the Swap!"
Terra froze. Even Pyrrha froze. They hadn't expected Saph to propose swinging!
But then Jaune shook his head... and laughed. "You're crazy, Saph, but..." he glanced to Pyrrha... and then to Terra, his eyes smoldering in a look that made her heart. stop. "If everyone's in, I suppose I should be thankful..."
Oh hell, oh hell, he had the Arc charm, looking at her like she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, the way Saph did when she wanted to get lucky. And it worked just as well with her brother's eyes, but Terra knew she still had a role to play!
"Bedrooms?" Terra asked, playfully, just as planned.
"Here's fine," Pyrrha retorted, "I'd love to see how my boyfriend fares against your wife."
Compared to your wife, she should have said compared, but... it seemed like the Arcs hadn't caught the slip, and, even better, they seemed game to have an orgy in their sitting room!
Trying to pretend to be reluctant to undress as her brother-in-law approached her, Terra abandoned the strategy as she saw Pyrrha eagerly stripping out of her clothes with Saphon. The two of them were fast to make out, but rather than trigger any jealousy seeing Pyrrha kiss her wife, it filled Terra with excitement! She didn't have any strong feelings for Pyrrha---not an Arc, of course---but she couldn't deny: it was hot to watch Saph make out with someone.
But that was the end of her attentiveness to her wife, as Jaune was now before her, and the way he tried (and failed!) not to look at her tits made Terra as wet as she'd ever been before.
"So Jaune..." she purred, seductively, "I don't have a lot of... experience with cock, but I do believe," she glanced downwards, licking her lips at his bulge, "you'll make an excellent first time..."
She knelt down before he could say anything, undoing Jaune's belt and pulling his pants down, only to get smacked in the face by a magnificent. Arc. Cock.
It was... it was glorious. In an instant any and all doubts about Terra's sexual identity were banished. She was an Arc-sexual. An Arc-sexual and proud. Only one thing in the world had ever gotten her as turned on as this amazing dick, and right now, Pyrrha Nikos was probably burying her face in it.
Inexperience hardly slowed Terra down as she eagerly took the cock in her mouth, loving it's dirty taste as she struggled to fit it as far down her mouth as she could go.
"Easy, easy," Jaune gently guided her, "Just let your throat relax as you slowly take in as much as you can..."
Gods, he was wonderful. He could have ruthlessly facefucked her and she would have thanked him for the privilege, but no, he was a gentleman, such a good an attentive lover, just like Saph. He slipped his fingers into her hair, and Terra couldn't believe her fortune as she worshiped Jaune's dick with her tongue. Glancing upwards, she saw the look on his face, the blissful look of a man enjoying a blowjob, enjoying the feel of her soft, wet mouth wrapped around his hard cock, and Terra nearly came from it. She wanted to pleasure him, more than she'd ever wanted to feel pleasure herself!
He was a God, a stud without equal, an Arc. And Terra had the incredible, the impossible fortune to have made love to not one, but two Arcs, and she couldn't stop thanking whatever lucky star had given her this blessing.
But she knew she had to impress him, to get what she really wanted, and she knew that an artless, inexperienced blowjob, especially compared to what he must be getting when Pyrrha worshiped his shaft, wasn't going to cut it. So, withdrawing from his dick with a wet pop, Terra gave him a challenging look.
"Well, I'd say that was... very enjoyable, but you're here to test my worthiness for your sister, and she doesn't really ask for blowjobs..." she spread her legs, invitingly displaying her wet pussy to his appreciative gaze, "So how about we move on to the next stage, hmm?"
Jaune didn't require a lot of invitation from there. Swiftly taking his shirt off, he revealed his chiseled physique to her, making Terra whimper at the gloriousness of his body as he eagerly took Terra up on her offer. Soon, his dick was sliding into her, so much better than any toys she'd tried before! It was so... so amazing! Big and forceful and warm and she felt it fill up her pussy as she gasped in rapturous delight.
"Ohh..." Jaune moaned, "Yeah, yeah, Saph, I think your wife definitely has my vote of approval."
"Pyrrha gets, ohmygods, gets," Saph panted, "my vote of approval---yes, yes, your tongue, right there--- too!"
Terra fucking loved it. She and Pyrrha were pleasuring their partners, making the siblings feel so good and hot, and it was everything. She didn't imagine that it could feel so good to have a man fill her pussy with his hard cock, but this was an Arc, someone who didn't play by any rules other than driving Terra wild!
It wasn't long before Jaune got her off. She didn't have nearly the stamina Jaune had---she'd learned with Saphron that Arcs were simply better at sex than Terra was---but she was used to having intercourse that brought her to multiple passionate orgasms.
Milking his dick with her pussy, she eagerly looked up to Jaune. "You wanna, hahn, wanna give Adrian a little brother? Wanna fill me, hoh, up and, and get your sister-in-law knocked up?"
But Jaune took it as a joke, and not a passionate regret that she'd used a donor service rather than get her hung brother-in-law to fuck a baby into her. "I don't think Saph would be-"
"Mmmm, I think one's enough," Saphron teased, crushing Terra's hopes, but then added, "Though it would be hot..." bringing them right back up!
"It'd be so hot," Pyrrha agreed, "But it'd be even hotter to see the both of you take Terra!"
Terra couldn't believe that Pyrrha, on top of being a celebrity and a smoking hot babe, was also the most wonderfully generous person Terra had ever met! She wanted it so bad, so very bad!
"Oooh, I like that!"
Terra's heart sang as she heard it, heard her wife acquiesce to making her wildest fantasy come true.
"Gods, Saph!" Jaune laughed, "I'm starting to think you have a fetish here..."
"Not like you wouldn't enjoy it!"
Jaune paused for a second, making Terra unwittingly whine as he briefly slowed his thrusts, before saying, "Yeah, I would..."
Gods they were perfect!
"But I don't want to be a dad just yet, so..." No! Be a dad! Jaune would make a wonderful father in their extremely non-normative family unit! "You said you like anal?"
EVEN BETTER!
"I- I do! I do! I'm Saph's little butt slut!" she giggled, hearing Pyrrha and Saph join in her laughter.
"Well, then..." Jaune glanced back to his sister and girlfriend, "If you said it'd be hot..."
In no time at all, Saph had quickly grabbed her strapon and lube, Pyrrha gently lubing up Jaune's cock and slipping a finger in to lubricate Terra's tight asshole. Wonderful girl. Simply wonderful. And, now surrounded by both Arc siblings, Terra couldn't help but mewl in anticipation for what was coming next.
Really, all she could do was pant, unable to believe what was happening to her. Sandwiched between the two sexiest people she'd ever known, she couldn't help but moan in pure arousal as Saph penetrated her pussy... and Jaune took her ass.
She felt so full! So incredibly filled by the siblings as she rocked back and forth, feeling her wife's strapon and her brother-in-law's magnificent cock support her in the air, both of their magnificent bodies pressed into her. She couldn't speak, could scarcely think, her mind overloaded with pleasure as she gasped and squealed, unable to handle the sheer potency of two Arcs making love to her!
Vaguely, somehow, she knew Pyrrha was shamelessly masturbating as she watched, and she knew the girl must be deeply jealous that it wasn't her enjoying the love and attention of the siblings, but Pyrrha would get her chance. They were staying for an entire week, the four of them would be doing it in every combination they could!
"Gods, Saph!" Jaune moaned, "She's so tight!"
"That's why I married her, little bro!" Saphron said with a giggle, "She had a tight ass and she had no idea how good she looked in yoga pants!"
Terra whimpered. What else could she do? She was powerless before the two of them!
"Pyrrha's pretty hot, too," Saph continued, "She eats pussy like a pro, and it's amazing to fuck a celebrity!"
"Yeah," he panted, "And there's nothing she won't do in the bedroom!"
"I figured!"
Terra squealed as they brought her to orgasm, but they didn't stop. They hardly even interrupted their conversation as they relentlessly pounded her pussy and ass.
"She'd been hinting at sharing me," Jaune laughed, ruthlessly splitting Terra open, "I had no idea she meant with my sister!"
"Well, I haven't shared you yet," Saph teased, unaware of how her words were driving Terra crazy!
"I dunno, Saph, I think this counts as us having a threesome," he teased back, making Terra moan deliriously, imagining the two of them just taking each other. Arcs were just sexier, just so much better than normal people were!
"Well, we haven't hooked up yet..."
They kept teasing her! Her and Pyrrha, driving the two of them utterly wild as they joked about making their dirtiest, their most depraved fantasies come true, and-
Suddenly, Jaune lurched forward and kissed Saphron, right on the lips.
Realizing her wife was caught in a passionate lip lock with another man, with her own brother... Terra's ear pressed against his cheek, feeling the roughness of his stubble... it brought Terra to another, screaming orgasm as her overloaded mind could no longer handle the sheer eroticism.
Jaune and Saph withdrew from her and gently lowered her to the ground before, without taking another thought, the two of them made out, right in front of her!
Terra could only gasp and sigh, her mind too frazzled to do more than admire and worship her new God and Goddess, beholding a revelation of what sexual pleasure could be! Oh, she was unworthy, they were all unworthy, and as she felt Pyrrha's fingers slip into her wet cunt---slick with the juices that came from being fucked by two Arcs!---she struggled to return the favor, fingering Pyrrha as she watched the two of them gloriously display their unrestrained sexiness.
"They're so hot," Pyrrha moaned, "we never stood a chance... we were always going to have an orgy tonight..."
It was true. It was so true. Terra couldn't imagine a world where she didn't worship her brother-in-law's cock, couldn't imagine a life to be deprived of his glory. She would agree with Pyrrha out loud if she still had the brainpower to do more than just finger Pyrrha and watch what was before her.
Jaune had pushed Saph to the floor, sliding into her pussy, making Pyrrha and Terra lose their minds at the sight of their sexy sibling love. Pyrrha had gotten up, Terra's exhausted fingers falling from her pussy, as she approached the two, planting herself on Saph's face as she moved forward to kiss her boyfriend, to guide one hand to her tits, and his other to his sister's chest.
Jaune was a stud, driving Saph wild with his thrusts, and Saphron's incredible tongue was taking Pyrrha to new heights of ecstasy. The three of them made love, and Terra drank in the sight of their enthusiastic display. She wanted to cry, to weep at how beautiful it was, but all she was able to do was slide her fingers in and out of herself.
She came again, alongside Pyrrha, but they were only the side dish. The true main course, though, kept going, their stamina easily outlasting their significant others, until, in a perfect, glorious moment, Saphron and Jaune Arc both came together, bringing Terra to a final, explosive climax as the world around her grew dark.
Saphron giggled as Pyrrha slid off her, giving her an unobstructed view of her brother for the first time since he first thrust himself inside of her, making Saph's darkest, most secret fantasy come true.
"You're my first guy," she giggled, "so I suppose you took that virginity."
Jaune blushed and looked away. "Um... sorry?" he mumbled.
"Don't be!" she teased, "I had always wondered if I'd be the one to take your virginity..."
Jaune got bright red at that. "Wait, w- what? You mean-"
"I'd been thinking about how hot my sexy little brother's gotten? Only since your first summer after Beacon. Beryl and I," she giggled, "had a little phone conversation if one of us would have to be the one to... teach you the ropes, but I see Pyrrha did an excellent job."
"Yeah, she-" then he looked back to her, eyes wide, "Wait, Beryl? Our sister Beryl?"
"How many other Beryls do you-"
"She has... has... has-"
Saph couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, you have no idea, Jaune."
He really didn't. Jaune... she loved Jaune, loved him in ways a big sister really ought not to, but the boy was hopelessly dense. She couldn't imagine what it had taken for Pyrrha to get him to realize she had feelings for him, not after what June and Joan had been doing ever since they turned 14.
And he seemed to realize what she meant.
"How..." he caught his breath, "how many..."
"Other than me," she tittered, "how many of your sisters do you think are really hot babes?"
Jaune blushed. "...all of them?"
"Well, good news... Believe me, the family chat's about to get a whole lot more interesting..."
Jaune toppled backwards, falling into the carpet with a soft thud.
"We're... we're..." he searched for his words, "The reunion next summer..."
"It's going to be very interesting, yeah. Now," and she looked at her darling little brother, now a handsome, full-grown, and undeniably sexy Arc man, "let's get both of the loves of our lives into bed and then we'll see about talking this up over breakfast."
"Crepes?"
Saphron gave him a challenging smile. "Think you can make mom's recipes better than me?"
He just shrugged, hardly suppressing his own smirk, "If you think I'm not the best cook in the family-"
"Game on, little brother!"
Glynda Goodwitch really needed a massage.
But could anyone blame her? Between the Vytal Festival bringing both dozens of international students who now had to adapt to the way things were done at Beacon, on top of the Festival itself bringing a hundred of its own problems, and the mysterious "Queen" working with Roman Torchwick, she was stressed beyond belief! And Ozpin, despite promising her that this wouldn't be a repeat of eight years ago, was already slacking on paperwork. Which, what, she could delegate to Bart? Peter? Peach?
No, it was all on her. Always all on her.
But there was one, highly unexpected bright spot.
Jaune Arc, the rather underwhelming leader of Team JNPR (letting Ozpin pick team leaders based on... whatever criteria he apparently used really needed to be discussed with the Board of Trustees) happened to have some talents, even if he was, frankly, a dud in terms of literally every Huntsman's skill. But he was a masseur, an actual one, and, apparently, quite a good one at that.
He was Helene Arc's son, and Glynda knew she was a professional masseuse, a rather notable one in Vale, and with Ms. Nikos's endorsement, it seemed like there was no harm in letting him practice. So she decided to humor Ms. Valkyrie, and when she asked for a bimonthly massage, well, she'd mostly meant it as a joke, but when she eagerly agreed, it's not like she was going to turn some good fortune down.
And she really could use a massage.
But as she strode through the dorms, her eyes stern to dissuade any troublemakers, she was surprised to see Ms. Schnee in the hallway outside her dorm, quickly reapplying her lipstick (a rather shockingly... overt shade of blue) and dressed like... well, Glynda would never use words like that, especially about a student, but she could only imagine what her father might say if he saw how his daughter looked right now! She made a disapproving noise, and the girl looked up, a sudden look of mortified shame crossing her face as she turned a bright red and ducked back into her dorm room.
The Vytal Festival meant foreign visitors which meant foreign boys, and Glynda had seen this dance enough times to get the meaning. It was probably that damned Neptune Vasilias to blame, but... they were in the prime of their youth and Glynda supposed she could afford to look away discreetly. Half because she wanted to hurry up and get to her massage, half because she just didn't want to have to take on a public morals problem on top of all her other problems that needed handling.
She knocked on the door to the JNPR dorm, and, after a surprisingly long time, with quite a bit of muffled noise inside the room, the door opened, and she saw an... unusually disheveled looking Ms. Nikos.
"P-Professor Goodwitch!" she said with fake cheer, "I was just... heading out. To... practice!"
And then the girl darted right past her and Glynda saw an equally disheveled looking Mr. Arc.
It didn't take an aerial dust technician to figure out what was going on here.
Well, again, if they kept it quiet and discreet, it wasn't anyone's business. She knew students had a tendency to have... certain relationships, and she rather thought Ms. Nikos would be good for Mr. Arc. The reverse, she had less confidence in, but so long as they didn't have a messy breakup, she could safely pretend she hadn't seen it as she headed to the massage table set up in the middle of the room.
She quickly undressed, and she felt a small smirk come to her with how flustered Mr. Arc seemed to be. She knew the effect she had on the male students, the graffiti in the boy's bathrooms certainly confirmed it, and it was nice to know that, even at her age, a young man struggled to keep himself disciplined when her clothes came off.
Laying on the table, she felt as his hands began to delicately knead her back, hitting the exact right spots with the exact right amount of force to really help her loosen up. His hands were so warm from the massage oil and his touch was so skilled that Glynda thanked her lucky stars that she'd decided to humor Ms. Valkyrie's little side business. Oh, and she got this twice a month? This year, she thought, was suddenly shaping up to be much, much better than she had expected.
He was... rather good, wasn't he? His fingers just seemed to... oh, this was... quite a bit better than any massage she'd had before! Really, if he had half this much talent as a Huntsman, well, he'd be a worthy partner for Ms. Nikos, that was for sure. But it was very hard to think anything critical of Mr. Arc right now as his hands just seemed to identify every point of tension and just... make it go away.
Her stress melted and she felt like she could actually relax for once. She didn't have to think about anything; his hands knew what they were doing and they knew where the problems were and she didn't have to do anything while he took care of her. When was the last time somebody else had taken care of her? Though she was having a hard time thinking of all those bad, annoying, outside, non-massage things because this all just felt too good!
She was in heaven. A part of her knew that her problems still existed, but, they really weren't that bad, were they? She'd figure everything out. And then she'd reward herself with another massage!
Oh, everything was just wonderful, wasn't it? She had no cares, no worries, she could just lie here and enjoy the pleasures of Jaune's skilled touch as her little concerns just winked out of existence.
Mmmm, though, her mind was telling her there were all sorts of places his hands could roam...
Stifling a giggle at that rather naughty thought, Glynda had to remind herself that she was his teacher and he was her student! Though he had been quite flustered by her undressing, and wouldn't it be a rather sexy thrill to do something so taboo? And... if his hands were this good on her back... and she felt a pleasant little buzz in her... unmentionables at the thought of what it might feel like, perhaps, on her front?
But then... it didn't stop. It started with just an itch that she really wanted to scratch or, better yet, to let Jaune scratch, but then her nipples began to feel rather needy. The thought of Jaune pinching or flicking them, letting his fingers work their magic on her chest, and how forbidden it would be, was very, very tempting. And she knew he'd enjoy it---half of Beacon struggled not to take a peek at her chest! And then her clitoris started to throb. And that's when it stopped being cute and she realized... she was getting really, really turned on.
Really turned on. Sure, she'd been on a... bit of a dry spell, but she didn't think anyone had ever gotten her this worked up before! And then she realized the truly insidious force of the massage: Jaune's hands made all her concerns and worries evaporate---like the worries she had about the consequences of sleeping with a student! It was hard to tell her to stay focused when his hands disrupted all her thoughts with pure, comforting, reassuring bliss!
Oh, she really needed these sensations to end, she needed them to end a while ago, but if they didn't- if they didn't stop soon... she was liable to do something to get herself fired!
"Professor?" her tormentor asked her, clear concern in his voice, "Is... something wrong?"
You're not fucking my brains out, her libido growled. "N-Nothing!" her voice stammered.
"If there's something wrong I can-"
Need. Your cock. NOW!
"I- I need to get going!" she shouted and leapt up from the table, quickly throwing as much of her clothes on as she could as she bolted out of the room. Her walk of shame back to her apartment would surely be humiliating, but the thought of what she might do if she spent even a second longer in his dorm... she just didn't have a choice!
She was going mad.
Glynda had snapped another pencil in half in her hands as she desperately tried to keep her mind on work, but she kept failing. Fortunately, no one, to her knowledge, had seen her in her half-dressed flight from the JNPR dorm, but that had actually been the least of her worries. She thought she just needed to take some time, maybe a cold shower, and gather her thoughts, but her thoughts just would not stray from her... her perverse libido!
It wasn't just the thought of his touch, though she desperately needed to feel his hands on her again, making all her cares and worries and thoughts melt away into a happy cloud, no, she couldn't stop thinking about what she was willing to do to get another massage. She could threaten him with detention, or maybe offer him extra credit, or change his grades to straight A's in the system, or maybe... try to tempt him with her body?
She knew she was still quite attractive, with an, objectively speaking, impressive bust and mature figure, and he was literally a teenage boy... but it was the depravity of it all that turned her on. She was totally at his mercy, and he just had to say the word and she'd flush her entire career, all her dreams and aspirations away. For him.
And that was just the hottest thing she could imagine.
She'd jilled off twice that day and then again in the morning, which had quickly become part of her daily routine, but she was already feeling horny again and just couldn't focus. Did he have some kind of Semblance that made her this way? She'd never heard of such a thing, but Semblances were frequently unique and personal, and many of them affected senses in other ways, so it wasn't implausible... but she really needed to stop thinking along those lines.
Because her mind was telling her that if it was a Semblance, it meant that Jaune had done this to her on purpose. And if he'd done this to her on purpose, it meant he wanted her like this. And if he wanted her all confused and worked up and uncontrollably horny... it was because he wanted to fuck her.
And that dirty little part of her wanted to fuck him so badly that she felt an ecstatic thrill at the thought of him coming for her.
No. She had to stop. She had to... to put an end to this! If Jaune could do this to her, than who knew what was happening to... to... oh, all the other girls, with their nubile bodies and tight pussies getting soaked at the thought of Jaune's touch... he'd turn every Huntress at Beacon into his harem and gods the thought of all those women just...
She slapped herself across the face. She was Glynda Goodwitch! Deputy Headmistress of Beacon Academy! She was not some weak little schoolgirl, she was the iron-willed disciplinarian who enforced order at this school. Not just in the paperwork and administration, but upon the student body. She would not give in to some teenager's sex Semblance. She would bring order to the school, and she knew exactly how to do it!
Storming out of her apartment in a fury, she headed straight for the dorms, where she would confront Mr. Arc and demand he put a stop to this... this depravity! Yes, she felt strong as she strode through the hallway. She felt like she was in control. She would-
But she stopped herself, realizing that she heard voices in the hallway, voices that sounded like the forewarning of a conflict. She hurried ahead and found two girls standing outside the JNPR dorm: Nora Valkyrie, with her arms crossed, and Neon Katt, a visiting student from Atlas, a desperate gleam in her eye.
"I- I can't wait until Thursday!" Ms. Katt protested, but then her tone turned accusatory, "You- you knew what you were doing! You knew his hands were magic, that we'd all get hooked, and then- you're heartless! You're completely-"
"Girls!" Glynda interrupted, stunned to hear such fighting. The two turned to her in alarm as she asked, "What is the meaning of this?"
"I..." Ms. Katt struggled to explain her situation, "They're not being fair with the massages, I can't wait until Thursday, I- I need it, I need him so bad!"
Glynda glowered at the girl furiously. The rational part of her, if it was still conscious in some way, would have demanded that she realize that this was all over a silly massage and not worth wasting her time! But the Glynda that was in control knew that Ms. Katt was trying to cheat the line and take Glynda's spot---opportunity to confront Mr. Arc---and this girl had to be put in her place.
Withering beneath her glare, Ms. Katt wisely realized she wasn't going to win the argument and miserably slunk away, leaving Glynda with Ms. Valkyrie.
"I need to speak with Mr. Arc," she told her, brusquely. She got a feeling that the girl knew exactly her reason.
"He's really, um, busy right now," she said, struggling to suppress a grin at the euphemism, "Just finishing up another session. So you might want to-"
Not waiting any longer, Glynda merely pushed past the student and threw open the door into the dorm, though she immediately thought better of it.
Because there were four students in the dorm.
And they were all naked.
Blake Belladonna was napping in the corner, a delicious- disturbing! white trail painted across her face and... other areas. Jaune, leaning against the wall and catching his breath, had evidently just finished with her, while Pyrrha Nikos and Weiss Schnee were groping each other on a bed. "What... what are you doing? " she asked, though the answer was quite obvious.
With only the barest glance up, Pyrrha answered, "Jaune likes it, mwah, when his girls get along... play nice, mmm, together," in between exploring Weiss's mouth with her tongue.
"I-" the clearly exhausted Jaune struggled to protest, "I never told them to do that, I never asked for-"
"But it gets you haaaaaard, " giggled Weiss, and Jaune had no rebuttal for that. Especially because the way Weiss had moved from kissing Pyrrha's lips to burying her face in between her breasts made it quite clear that Weiss was quite correct about the situation. She could see his cock stiffen and gods it looked delicious...
No! She had to focus up. Raising her crop, she growled, "Everyone... out! " and then she activated her Semblance and swept the three girls from the room, slamming the door behind them and then jamming the lock. She did not want to be interrupted, not now.
Jaune looked at her, a look that would probably be fearful if he had the energy to be afraid, "I... I can explain..."
"I don't want you to explain," she said as she approached him and, then, pulled him into a searing kiss. Cradling the younger man's face in her hands, she looked him in the eyes, "I want you to fuck me, Jaune Arc. I want you to fuck me like a bitch in heat, because that's what I am. Because that's what you made me."
"Oh no," he bemoaned his fate, "not you too!"
She was dismayed to hear it. Devastated, actually, at the thought that he didn't want her, that she wouldn't... no, she could change his mind, she knew she could change his mind! Ripping her shirt open, she grabbed his head and buried them in her chest.
He struggled only for a moment before he started kissing her, and mmm sucking and- and it felt amazing! "Oh, Jaune," she moaned, "Use your hands, please, I need to feel your, mmm, I wanna feel you squeeze my titties, please!"
He seemed to enjoy hearing his normally reserved teacher plead like a bimbo slut, and any objections he had seemed to disintegrate as he slowly raised his magic hands to her eager chest. His fingers delicately applied pressure to her skin, and bolts of pure, orgasmic pleasure radiated from every point of contact to every nerve in her body. And as his hand closed and he started kneading her tits through her bra, she came on the spot. It was too much, his fingers darted to every sensitive spot and she was powerless against his assault. She was melting into a gooey pile of lust, and then-
He stopped.
"N-no!" she protested, weakly, "I- please, please, I- I'll do anything!"
"I can't..." he gasped, "I need to rest!"
She looked at him in helpless dismay. He looked haggard, he looked awful, but... she could still feel the aftershocks of his touch on her skin and she desperately needed more.
"They won't... they won't let me stop! I've lost count of how many times I've had sex today! I tell Nora that girls are getting addicted but she just doesn't listen! She just keeps telling me that profits are up and she's got more bookings for me!"
"Have you tried... saying no?" She dearly hoped that the boy wasn't being... forcibly taken advantage of. Really! She hoped that! She wouldn't- she couldn't- Well, she... If she had no other choice...
But he just moaned, "I'm 18. It's- it's not my fault! I have no impulse control! I see a pair of breasts, and..." and his words trailed off as his eyes darted back to her generous cleavage.
In spite of Jaune's obvious distress, Glynda's heart cheered that he clearly found her attractive and she was surely only minutes away from achieving her bliss. "Shhh," she soothed as she gently pushed him onto the bed and straddled him, "it's okay. Let teacher take good care of you." He gave a weak protest, but it seemed to die as she unstrapped her bra and let her breasts bounce free and unconstrained before him.
"I'll do allllll the work," she promised, "You just need to use your magic hands to make me feel good, too." Fortunately, she had given up on panties this morning, and her skirt gave him perfect access as she slipped her pussy around his cock. For all his protests, it seemed one part of him wasn't tired!
He gasped as he slipped into her wet slit. Maybe the little girls he'd been playing with were younger and a little tighter than she was, but Glynda knew what she was doing and had experience in pleasing a man! "You like this, don't you?" she asked, teasingly, moving up and down on his cock, "You just gotta make teacher feel good and she'll make you feel good, too!"
Slowly brushing her skin as he raised his arms up, Glynda felt goosebumps break out wherever his touch traced. But then he reached her uncovered chest, her fat, pink nipples proudly jutting out and begging to be pinched and teased and played with... and he delivered!
He massaged her breasts as she rode his dick, his hands driving her to new heights of pleasure---sorry, Jimmy, but she'd never realized sex could be so good!--- as she desperately needed to make him cum, to show him that those teenage sluts had nothing on an experienced woman! And as she drank in the delicious look on his face, she knew she was- she was- shewassoclosetomakinghimCUM!
With a sudden, spurting force, his hands squeezed tight and Glynda's mind shattered as she came her little brains out. Wavering for just a moment, gasping for air, she gave Jaune a wild giggle and a broad smile and then... she just blacked out.
She woke up, uncertain how much later it had been. She blinked, with no grogginess, just a feeling of perfect restfulness and contentment. Jaune, she realized, was now curled up in her arms, using her breasts as a soft pair of pillows. He seemed quite happy there, didn't he?
He needed to rest. To regain his strength. But...
She was also feeling a little horny again. And she had him in his bed. And it would feel really good to let him run his hands all over her...
Helene Arc was quite displeased with everyone.
The list included, but was not limited to, the girl who'd been profiteering off this whole escapade, the students---future Huntresses!---who had gone to blows over a boy, and the teacher who, even as addled as she was, should have known better than to sleep with a student! Once she'd straightened them out and got them back on an even keel, she made quite sure that they all knew how furious she was.
But her wrath was particularly directed at Jaune. Yes, he had not been taught the consequences of using the Arc Family Massage Style on the unprepared, but that was because he had not been taught the family style! He had always been a precocious boy, though, and much like how he'd evidently managed to con his way into the world's top Huntsmen's Academy, he'd evidently also been able to piece together the family's secret techniques purely from observation. Infuriating. She hadn't even thought she'd have to be worried about that.
Though, she had to admit, his personal adaptation of the the Open-Handed Palm of Bliss (a technique he absolutely should not even have known about ) was crude, but it was quite potent, and with some refinement, she could easily develop it into a new Family Technique. So she supposed that she did owe him some begrudging admiration.
But no, even that was not enough to appease her fury.
Because, worst of all... Her son had had nonstop sex with dozens of women and, yet, there were no grandbabies. None! There would be no adorably blond Faunus kittens she could buy cute outfits for, no little Arc-Schnees she could read bedtime stories to, no opportunity to chat with her future Mistralian daughter-in-law to advise her on pregnancy...
Jaune clearly knew how happy Saphron had made her with Adrian, and yet, he couldn't even bother to give his dear mother, who had just bailed him out of certain death by exhaustion, if not dehydration, a single adorable grandchild? Especially when she'd been so clear to all her children how eagerly she was waiting to spoil another one, especially if it was a granddaughter? And yet, nothing.
No, Helene Arc was quite unhappy with how this whole situation had gone down.
She had to admit it: she didn't expect Jaune would be so fun to hang out with. Sure, Yang loved her teammates, Ruby was her awesome little sis, Blake loved a good prank almost as much as Yang did, and Weiss... Weiss was kind of a bitch, but when they had the same enemy, oh, the claws came out. And she was 50/50 on whether or not she could bed those two---Blake seemed more fun, but Weiss seemed like more of a challenge.
But none of them were the type she could go clubbing with. Which was disappointing: half the reason she was so excited to go to Beacon was that she was finally leaving Patch to live right outside the big city, and that meant she finally had access to a club scene where she could dance all night. And yet, none of her friends really had the inclination to join her when she wanted to head out and cut loose.
That was, until she learned that Jaune could dance. Could seriously dance. And she and Vomit Boy could absolutely tear up the scene, absolutely blowing up the dance floor as the two of them made sure all eyes were on them. Yang, who practically lived on jealousy and envious stares, drank it all up, and, if she was being honest, she was actually really starting to enjoy hanging out with Jaune. He was a fun guy, had a funny sense of humor, and Yang really enjoyed having a platonic guy pal.
And, not to be catty, but she did enjoy how obviously jealous Cereal Girl was every night that she and Jaune headed into Beacon.
Oh, Yang, of course, invited her to come along, but Pyrrha would blush like all hell and quickly demure from the invitation. She was "afraid of being recognized."
Ha ha, bull-shit, she was afraid what would happen if she got a few Strawberry Sunrises inside her, got that adrenaline up, and got to see Vomit Boys moves.
Jaune was, of course, too dense to realize what was going on, and Yang had silently decided that she, out of her boundless spirit of generosity, was going to hook the two of them up. Eventually. Right now, she was enjoying the whole deal she had going with Jaune, and she didn't need a girlfriend calling dibs on his free time.
Especially because they were having such a good time tonight! Yang and Jaune took a break from the dance floor to get some refreshments, and Yang had left her dance partner behind for a moment to head to the bar, where she'd put in her order. Strawberry Sunrise for herself, Gin and Soda for the sorority girl- sorry, for Jaune.
"Oh my, sister, it seems that something loud and obnoxious has stumbled right back into where she's not welcome."
Ah... hell. She had been having too much fun, and now it was time to have to pay for the sin of enjoying herself."Fuck off, Malachites," she hissed, not wanting to even look at the nuisance twins.
Ever since she beat the shit out of them and the rest of the bar like a Boss Bitch, these two weirdos (she was 90% sure they were way too close for siblings, even identical twins) had it out for her. It was just a bar fight, nothing to write home about. She'd honestly gotten the worst of it, considering how much time she had to waste on their dumb bullshit.
"We consider it our job to keep an eye on the riff raff," the twin in the red dress (like fuck Yang was learning their names) coolly replied, "Particularly the riff raff who have a history of running up a big tab and not paying for it..."
"But we're here for other reasons," the other twin (Melissa? It was Mel-something) cut in, "Your little boyfriend..."
Yang glowered at that, looking to where they were gesturing. Jaune was chatting up a cute girl by the bar, and, honestly, he was doing pretty okay for himself. If he just was like that with Weiss instead of the pickup line bullshit, he'd... probably still get nowhere, but at least he wouldn't be embarrassing himself while bouncing off the Weiss Queen's frigid demeanor. Yang just didn't get what Jaune saw in her... he'd have a lot better luck if he just looked a little closer to home and found someone who already liked him...
Morgana (that couldn't be right) interrupted her musings. "Leaving him unattended... Seems unwise."
"Very unwise," the other twin seconded.
"Oh shut the hell up," Yang grumbled, "I'm not dating him. We're just friends."
"Oh?" Fuck. Red dress seemed to be waiting for that answer. "So if Melanie and I made our move, you wouldn't object?"
"He's quite the handsome one."
"Hard to imagine what he's doing with you."
Yang had heard enough. "Oh, fuck off," she scowled, "I know you're just trying to get under my skin, that you're not actually interested in Jaune. So you can-"
"Jaune?"
"So that's his name."
"I like it. I take it, he's a Hunstman, too?"
"Ooh, exciting. Tell me, Yang: how does he feel about twins?"
"How does he feel about threesomes?"
Yang just flipped the two of them the bird as she went back to Jaune with their drinks.
Her scowl was evidently threatening enough that the club skank that had been chatting up Jaune picked up that it was time to move as Yang came back. Jaune, of course, being sweet, naive, kind of dense Jaune, didn't realize that her mood was soured as she handed him his gin and soda.
"Who were you talking to?" Jaune asked, pleasantly.
"Why do you care?" she shot back, far more harshly than she intended.
Jaune cringed, and Yang suddenly felt bad as he stammered an explanation. She cut him off with a raised hand, then sighed. "Sorry, they just... said something that got under my skin."
"Oh..." he took her words in. "So, is this when we fight 'em?"
Yang nearly spit out her drink. "Jaune?" she asked, unable to believe what she was hearing.
"Yeah. I figured that that, eventually, you'd try to start a fight, and, honestly, I'm pretty game to follow your lead on this."
She stared at Jaune at incredulous incomprehension.
"Yeah?"
"Jaune."
"...Yeah?"
He chuckled, nervously. "I mean, I don't think I'd do anything impressive, but if you've been holding back for my sake, I'll just try to not get in your way."
"You want to get into a bar fight?" she exploded at him.
"I... thought that's what you did?" he rubbed his neck, embarrassed. "I thought you've just been holding back for my-"
"Who told you I'm getting into bar fights?" But Jaune was silent. "Jaune." Still silent. "Jaune! Who!"
Jaune looked away before mumbling, "Your sister..."
Oh, come on, Rubes! That only happened once, and now...
"And Blake... and... Weiss."
"My whole team?"
"Also, some... other people."
Yang grumbled about her treacherous, so-called "friends" showing their true colors as she rolled her eyes. "Come on," she said, downing her drink and hoping to get her mind off how ridiculous people were about her for getting into one or two fights, "let's hit the dance floor."
In no time at all, Yang's mood had dramatically improved. They were dancing and laughing, the two of them showing the rest of the floor what real skill was, their aura-enhanced stamina meaning they could go all out, tirelessly, to the admiration of the crowds.
But for once... Yang didn't really notice that she was the center of attention. She was busy marveling about how quickly Jaune had managed to improve her mood, just by being himself. And... she was also distracted by the way his body felt as she was grinding him, a display she intended to do just to tease him and all their onlookers, but...
It felt really nice to feel his body against hers.
So nice that Yang started really getting more aggressive in her moves. More physical. She liked the way he felt against her, liked seeing his teasing smile as he gave as good as he got. Maybe he didn't have moves in Goodwitch's class, but Jaune was in his element here, and in this arena, he and Yang were evenly matched.
Which made her want to turn up her game.
Suddenly, an urge struck her, and Yang always followed her impulses, even if it was, well, this.
Because she kissed him.
Not a quick peck, not a teasing smooch, Yang lunged forward, caught his lips and hers and started giving Jaune the business.
Hoots and whistles came from the crowd as Yang broke the kiss, giving Jaune another confident smile... only for a blushing, stunned Jaune to suddenly return it with one of his own.
Jaune's kiss was as forceful and sudden as hers, his lips crashing into hers, his tongue smashing through her defenses, his surprise attack catching her off guard. But Yang wasn't a blushing maiden---she was a fighter, and she quickly met his charge with her own force, her tongue wrestling against his. Jaune opened another front; his hands mauling her body, but Yang was a martial artist, and knew that every part of her body was a weapon as she started rubbing her crotch against the bulge (holy shit, Arc was packing) she was feeling against her.
Breaking the kiss to come up for air, the two of them gazed into each other's eyes. Jaune's placid blue gaze was wide enough for Yang to swim in it, and she realized... she realized that that had been more than a contest. More than a struggle. More than a kiss.
They stumbled off the dancefloor, approving onlookers cheering them on as Yang led Jaune outside, the adrenaline coursing through her veins making the sudden sweep of the cool night air against her sweaty body all the more potent as the two of them stepped out the doors, laughing and tittering, full of nervous-
BEEP BE-BEEP BEEP
"Oh, fuck," Jaune cursed, "that was my scroll alarm for the Bullheads, and-"
"And we gotta go back to Beacon?" Yang sighed, "Well, I guess this night-"
"No, I kept, ummm, I must have missed my other alarms, with the music so loud, and this alarm was for... we missed the last Bullhead."
"So we're in Vale?" Yang asked, "For the night?"
Jaune blushed, "I can try to find some place that can put us up for the night and-"
"You mean after all this, we cap off the night with us sleeping in a room we don't have to share with our nosy teammates?"
About to reply, Jaune caught on to her meaning midway through opening his mouth. As his jaw hung open, Yang could see in his eyes as he slowly put together what Yang was putting down, his gape slowly curved into a wide, grateful, excited smile.
Laughing and giggling, Yang pushed Jaune right against their motel room's door as soon as it was closed. Her tongue was in his mouth, his hands were cupping her ass, and Yang was realizing that dancing wasn't the only thing Jaune was good at.
Looks like he was going to get a chance to earn that Ladykiller moniker, wouldn't he? Oh, Loverboy had played his cards right tonight.
But she was all fired up on adrenaline now---the residual adrenaline from dancing, from kissing Jaune, from realizing they were going to have sex... and the fact that she'd had a few drinks tonight, that might have an impact on her judgment centers. But Yang knew she wanted Jaune bad, and so she was going to make her move right now and not wait for foreplay.
She knew she was damn near ready enough already.
It was a struggle, getting his belt undone and pants off. Yes, Yang was a martial artist who'd mastered the sort of inner balance that should be able to maintain discipline through anything, but this particular combo of drunk and horny, dosed with the adrenaline of realizing that she was about to actually bang Jaune Arc, made her efforts fumbling and imprecise.
Plus, Jaune kept nibbling on her ears in a way that kept breaking her focus as she giggled and yanked on his pants until she managed to just pull them down, and...
Well, hello there...
Fascinated by the sight of Jaune's erect cock, Yang licked her lips. Yes, she was horny and really needed to get that thing inside her, but Yang liked to be in charge, and she had to repay Jaune for knocking her off her rhythm with the ear nibbles, right?
So she gave it a teasing kiss, right on the head, loving the way Jaune moaned at her attention. After the kiss, she swirled her tongue around it, treating his shaft like a lollipop, playing with his tender, sensitive glans and driving the poor boy wild... and she was just getting started.
Yang continued playing the dainty maiden, cooing at how big he was and how friendly his gorgeous cock was to her as she layered it with careful kisses and gentle sucks. But then she saw her opening, and she struck, suddenly lunging forward to take his shaft all the way to the base! Aggressively deep throating him, her head bobbed back and forth as she easily took even this girthy monster down her throat---Yang sure as hell wasn't a virgin, but from the sound of things, Jaune certainly was.
She momentarily felt bad for poor Pyrrha. Champion or not, she certainly didn't know how to take a cock all the way, especially not one as extraordinary as the meat that was currently filling her mouth. Well, you snooze, you lose. Yang was not going to give up her territory easily.
Especially not when it was time to train him! Yang could feel that Jaune was close to blowing a load right down her throat, so she disengaged, letting his cock out of her mouth with a noisy pop as Jaune moaned in dismay.
"Deee-licious," she said, licking her lips, "But I'm sure you want the real thing, don't you?"
"You... tease..." he panted.
"Oh?" she smirked, sliding out of her clothes as she moved to the motel bed, "Are you going to punish me for it?"
"I just might," he growled, and Yang loved the challenge in his voice. Men had generally disappointed Yang---most of them were all talk, no fight, and simply couldn't handle a woman who wasn't flattering their ego. So many men didn't even realize that their previous lovers had been letting them win, to keep them happy, to make them feel like big men. They didn't have anything to prepare them for a woman who didn't just roll over to flatter their egos, and ultimately left Yang underwhelmed.
But Jaune, virginal, innocent Jaune was coming out the gate swinging, and that made Yang excited.
She pulled out a condom from the bedside---Yang was still trying to find a birth control method that didn't give her aggravating side effects---and passed it to her man, who quickly removed it from its package and slipped it on his dick with no fuss. Good man, that Jaune, and she loved the slow motion of the latex sliding its way down his shaft.
As Jaune moved to her, Yang caught him in her arms and threw him down on the bed, quickly mounting him and rubbing her wet slit against his hard dick, staring down at him with a look of pure Well? What are you waiting for?
Not much, it turned out. Grabbing her by her hips, Jaune yanked Yang down, making her squeal in excitement as he pierced her with his sword. Yang launched her counter-attack, shaking her hips as she bounced on his cock, giving her tits a good bounce right in Jaune's face as she rode him.
Oh, this was fun! Jaune was definitely inexperienced, but what he lacked in skill, he was making it up for in enthusiasm! He was really giving her his all, and Yang had to admit, he either had beginners luck in giving her some good clitoral stimulation or he just knew to pay attention to what was getting her going!
In fact... he was a little too good. Had Pyrrha been... no, Cereal Girl would be floating on a cloud if she'd snagged her blond beloved. Surely it couldn't be Weiss who was giving him a lesson on this. Seriously, did he have a girlfriend back before he came to Beacon? Jaune was good, and Yang's techniques, coming off that passionate blowjob, should have made him pop by now!
Well, he was only getting a taste of what Yang Xiao Long was capable of! Stepping up her game, Yang gave him both barrels of sexiness, shaking her hips, her tits, her hair gloriously cascading as her naked body gyrated lasciviously on his pole.
And then she hit him with the dirty talk.
"Oh, oh, oh!" she cried, "Oh, yes, Daddy! I'm such a naughty girl! Such a dirty, naughty girl who needs to learn a lesson on your cock! Teach your little girl, Daddy! Teach her to be your good girl!"
"Oh, fuck!" Jaune groaned as he came, spraying her pussy with his cum. Ha, well, not bad for a beginner, but...
H-hold on a second...
Jaune was still going, but it didn't feel like he was just unaware that he had to stop. His dick didn't feel even slightly softer for how hard he just came. What, did he not have a refractory period?
"Sorry about that," he mumbled, still pumping into her like a champ, "It's my first time."
As he slid out Yang had to admire the sight of the condom drooping with Jaune's cum... but even more so how firm his dick still looked. Virginal, innocent Jaune didn't even seem to realize that he was doing a lot better than any of her previous lovers as he grabbed another condom. He gave her a faint, still slightly-embarrassed smirk, as he shot her a challenging look, sliding the latex down his shaft and said, "Okay... you won the first round, but you'll see I'm not out yet!"
Yang started to realize that Jaune was a lot more than she was prepared for, especially as he smirked and said, "You know what? I think I know what you'll really like," as he grabbed her and threw her down to the bed.
But rather than topping her, he spun her around, Yang being far too surprised to fight back before she realized she was face down, ass up, and-
Holy shit! She nearly shrieked as he slammed into her! Yang was starting to feel fatigued from how much she'd exhausted herself making Jaune cum, but the boy seemed to be tireless, fucking her silly as her defenses started to crack against his onslaught.
"Naughty girl," he teased, turning her own weapons against her, "Making Daddy cum like that... I guess I really do have to punish you..."
No man had ever fucked Yang like this before. No man had ever taken her full force and not only outlasted her, he forced her before him like a bitch and fucked her raw. Yes! Like a bitch! She was a bitch, she was his bitch! And oh, she really wanted to experience him raw!
Oh, gods! He was taking her! He had her from behind and he was taking her!
Yang was babbling incoherently as Jaune's dick messed up her pussy with his brutish assaults, but she could force together enough clarity to cry out one thing, to make the last step for Jaune to truly defeat her!
"P-Pull-" oh, she had to go all the way! "PULL MY HAIR!" she squealed.
And Jaune grabbed a healthy handful... and yanked her head back! Oh! It was good! It was so good! She was his bitch and it was GOOD!
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohfuck, ohfuckohfuckohfuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!"
Of course he got her off, Yang wasn't even remotely prepared for something this good, and she made sure to give it her all as she screamed her lungs out, loving the way her pussy clenched on his dick!
She tumbled forward face flat into the bed, but Jaune wasn't done yet. He was fucking her, fucking her silly and she loved every second of it. She was babbling as he was jackhammering her pussy as he fucked her from behind. He was an animal, an absolute beast of a man, and Yang could hardly take anymore of it!
Fortunately for Yang's nearly-fried brain, she felt Jaune tense up as her pussy desperately milked his dick until Jaune groaned and, with a jerk, hit her with another load.
Unfortunately, Yang didn't get to enjoy the sensation of him filling her pussy with his cum because, well... the condom. But it did mean she wouldn't have to deal with the mess, not to mention the whole "pregnancy" thing, so there were tradeoffs here.
But maybe... maybe next time, she'd think about doing it without the condom...
Oooh, he'd really enjoy that, wouldn't he?
She was taking a moment to catch her breath as Jaune slipped the second condom off and tossed it in the trashcan with the second. He was... he was... just... damn. He had no idea that he was good.
But Yang... Yang wasn't the "submissive" type. Yeah, Jaune getting rough with her was mind-blowing, but she wasn't the sort to be going all "how can I serve you, Master?" She was Yang Xiao Long, and that meant that she had to assert that her spitfire personality had been burnt out. Nope, right now, she needed a good prank!
And, watching Jaune take a long drink of water (hydration was important!) Yang saw the opportunity to make her move.
"You know..." she said, casually, "Pyrrha's super into you-"
Jaune nearly choked on his water. Well, she had a way to take out that nearly.
"So if you're interested in a threesome..."
Neo was trembling.
She was used to being in her element. In being an agent of chaos who felt nothing as she toyed with enforcers and tore through the criminal underworld, or who tore through the bedroom with an eye for whips and chains, but this... this was beyond her. It was the depravity that unnerved her, the utter lack of compassion in his voice as he asked her: "So I like Light Drizzle, but would you prefer the Edamame for the bedroom?"
He had paint swatches in his hand. What kind of freak brings paint swatches with him on a date? He- he knew what he was doing to her. He knew that Neo couldn't handle something so... so normal! So domestic! He, without warning, was asking her what color she thought would be better for repainting the bedroom like some kind of madman, and they were both basically the same shade of green!
What made it worse was that he stopped her to ask her this... this question while they were in the car. He knew what he was doing to her right before she had to get out and follow him to a... a dinner party. Hosted by Weiss Schnee and Blake Belladonna. It would be so, so formal and stuffy and all those things that made Neo so incredibly wet to have to sit through and he'd caught her off guard and got her her gushing as she thought about... oh, what color would go best with that new bedroom set she was looking at buying!
Jaune was just too much for her. Too much. Neo had never thought that she could experience such depraved sexual pleasures, that she could meet a man who so utterly mastered her. She would be on her best behavior all evening, feeling her panties soak as she politely listened to stories about redone kitchens and signed back about how her tomatoes were coming in.
They were getting too much rain.
Ugh, she had thought Jaune would be a fun boytoy, a goofy Huntsman with the stamina to take all of Neo's loving, but then he'd proposed a trade. In exchange for letting her tie him up and have some fun with a car battery, she had to do what he enjoyed. Prepping herself for a boring day, she hadn't expected much, but respected the balls it took to try and ask for her to concede something in a relationship.
The trip to Vale's Botanical Garden had been the most twisted experience of Neo's life, and before she knew it, she was totally addicted. It was so... so powerful. She, Neopolitan, Roman Torchwick's personal enforcer, the Silent Slasher of Vale, having a... fun afternoon with her boyfriend. And she had to be on her best behavior. No matter how turned on she was, she couldn't shove him behind a bush and relieve some of her tension. She had to stew in her own arousal as her boyfriend utterly unmade her, drove her so mad with desire that she knew he owned her from that day forward. Everything she knew about sex, everything she knew about kinks, everything she knew about her own desires was rewritten in a single afternoon.
Goodbye whips and chains! Farewell strapons! So long leather outfits!
Hello pastel dresses and pearls! Hello baking cookies! And hello dinner parties!
So deliciously depraved. She would spend the whole night thinking about her boyfriend hiking up her dress and fucking her over the dinner table and she couldn't act on it! And that trick with the paint swatches! Oh, he was hitting all her buttons and they hadn't even gotten out of the car!
Especially because Jaune got the door for her, extended his hand to help her out of her seat, and, like a gentleman, held her hand as they walked up the path to the front door together. How utterly appropriate. How perfectly normal. And all done with the most depraved, lecherous intent... What a man she had found!
With a shaky hand, she rang the doorbell, and in no time at all, the door opened to reveal their hostess: Weiss Schnee.
The only person who got even close to how much her boyfriend got Neo worked up. Weiss was so, so much her opposite. So... stuffy! And formal! Neo couldn't possibly give into any of her temptations, not at Weiss's dinner party or it would be such a scandal!
And she knew Jaune insisted that they have dinner with Weiss and her girlfriend because he knew that the three of them would have her pinned to the wall as Jaune forced her to perform for their critical eyes. She'd have to hide even the slightest trace of lewdness, all night long.
Weiss greeted them, and Neo signed that she had brought dessert and a bottle of wine (picking out the wine with Jaune and discussing which would pair better with their dinner instead of just how much alcohol per dollar it had was almost painful), thanked their host for having them, and complimented their lovely home.
As Weiss led them to the dining room, Neo felt Jaune's hand brush her ass: her reward for being so polite at the door. She knew she was blushing, and she had to use all her willpower to try to make that blush go away---willpower she didn't have because she was trying her hardest not to cum right there in the hallway!
But the real test was only just beginning. Pre-dinner drinks had Neo participating in a discussion with Jaune and Blake about the spinach puffs---a recipe Weiss had been meaning to try out for a while now---that was so incredibly normal and ordinary that Neo had to wonder if Jaune was letting the other couple know about their little game.
But no, Jaune wouldn't bring another person into their relationship. He was strictly monogamous, the two dirtiest words Neo had never expected could be in any way dirty!
Dinner, though, meant Weiss returned to the conversation, and Neo had learned that, of all Jaune's friends, this was the big guns of normal, ordinary, couple activities. In fact, she started off dinner by asking if anyone would like to lead grace, and with Jaune squeezing her hand, he gave a short, traditional thanks to the meal, and then they could set in---but not before, of course, Weiss had to give them the history behind the recipe!
It was so boring, so unnecessary! They were dwelling in the absolute polar opposite of sexiness and Neo never knew that there was a place so absolutely unnatural, so deeply twisted, but here she was, feeling her poor pussy buzzing like she had a vibrator stuffed in it, but that was the crazy part---there was absolutely no physical or sexual stimulation here, whatsoever!
It was torment. Pure, erotic torment as Jaune forced her through this humiliating experience. She was tempted, sorely tempted to sneak off to the bathroom and just jill herself off, but she knew that a proper lady would never do something so obscene!
And it would make her inevitable release from Jaune all the sweeter.
So she took a delicate, ladylike sip of wine (no more than half a glass, of course!) as she politely listened to Blake discuss her thoughts on the recent season of the Valean Opera.
"We really ought to go some time," Jaune said, a suggestive glint in his eyes.
Neo could barely control herself as she signed back, That would be lovely.
"Actually, Blake," Jaune spoke up, "I just talked to Neo---would you two be up for a couple's night, the four of us going to see the opera together?"
Oh, he was the perfect man.
Staggering home on wobbly legs, Neo knew that a proper lady wouldn't lose her composure until she got into her home, into a private space.
That was really the only thought left in her mind, and once Jaune shut the door behind her, she no longer had enough coherence in her thoughts to even stay upright. She toppled to the floor, moaning and writhing with a need that only her boyfriend could sate.
But Jaune wasn't done with her. No, not by a long shot. She wouldn't be released from her torment until he no longer had any other ways to torture her.
Scooping her up in his arms, he carried her, gently, lovingly, like a bride, to their bedroom. Laying her down on the bed, Neo silently moaned as she felt the soft fabric of the bedsheet beneath her.
"You were such a good girl tonight..." Neo squirmed from the compliment, "So how about I let you pick what position we're taking."
With trembling hands, Neo moved her hands into an F she moved forward twice: Missionary.
Jaune smirked. "Well... you've sure come around to Vanilla."
There was nothing "vanilla" about Vanilla in Neo's mind. Not with Jaune. She brought the Chocolate and Strawberry, but he balanced out the flavors with his delectable Valean Vanilla, and it was time she had a heaping bowl of it!
Spreading her legs lasciviously, she savored the feeling of Jaune pulling her dress off, revealing the naughty, lacy underthings she wore below. A brown bra and pink panties, matching her hair and her eyes, revealing that, as much as she dressed up as a proper Stepfordized wife, she was still the same, naughty Neo beneath. His naughty Neo.
She licked her lips as he pulled her panties down, giving her lady a sweet, delicate kiss. Oh, he was driving her wild, and every teasing moment was just pushing her past her limits! She'd endured so much this evening, from accessorizing her dress to the paint swatches to dinner to being carried to the bedroom, and he was still teasing her! She needed- needed-
No, she was still a proper lady. And a proper lady didn't beg like some common whore.
Panting from need, she looked up to her boyfriend sweetly. He stroked her cheek gently, every millimeter of his touch sending sparks all the way to her core.
"You know," he whispered, making Neo moan as she tried to imagine what new torment was coming next, "I've been thinking... wouldn't it be hot if we saved ourselves for marria-URK!"
The limit had been hit and proper, ladylike Neo collapsed as she yanked Jaune on top of her, her feet effortlessly ripping his pants right off with a burst of aura-infused strength, reminding her Huntsman lover that she was still a top-level combatant. Someone not to be fucked with!
"Sorry, sorry!" he laughed, then gave her a deep kiss. "I'll keep it in mind for next time."
She pouted. He better not suggest that ever again!
He undressed, slowly and carefully, his every action deliberate. Don't want to wrinkle his clothes. The wait was powerfully erotic, and he knew it. She was just a puppet on a string for him, and Neo burned with the impatience of her restrained desires as he casually sauntered back to her, his erection standing proud and powerful as she struggled not to drool.
His cockhead soon tickled her slit, and she wanted to just cram it in, but she felt like she was tied up. Not like with ropes on her body, but in her mind, her self-control, no, his control, his intoxicating power over her binding her in place as she bit her lip and prayed he'd be merciful and grant his Neo some desperately needed relief!
She was so wet that his dick just slipped right in. She could hear the shlick shlick shlick of his meat pumping into her pussy, the slap of his body against her. She felt the weight of his body press down on her, feeling so small and vulnerable beneath him. So girly. Her big, strong man was fucking her tight, wet pussy and Neo loved it.
Hours of senseless edging left her primed to cum, but Neo knew that a good girl would make sure that her- ergh- her l-lovers needs came first! A good girlfriend would m-make Jaune cum before she did! It w-was the least she could do for b-being such a naughty, dirty girl who was such a horny bitch at Weiss's party!
Her need was so bad that Weiss was drooling, struggling against her lover's body, desperately milking his dick for his cum. He knew what he did to her, he knew that she was struggling to maintain anything resembling mental coherence, and that just made it so much hotter! Plain, normal Jaune Arc, who liked taking walks in the park and making their weekly meal plans knew that they were intense, delicious torment for her, and he delighted in turning her mind to mush as she got hornier and hornier all day long!
He was so wicked! So wicked! Such a mean- cruel- evil- wicked- M-MONSSSSSTTTTTEERRRR! OH GODS YES YES YES YES YES YES YESSSSSSSSS!
Jaune had pumped her pussy full of a juicy load and Neo didn't have to hold herself back any longer! In a silent scream, she exploded as all her desperately repressed arousal pulsed out, absolutely staggering her. He was so good at this, so good at this, and he didn't even have to try!
Still reeling from the force of their lovemaking, she was slow to realize that Jaune was no longer inside her. When had that happened? Even as overwhelmed as her poor, frazzled pussy was, it missed having him inside her, filling her up and making her feel so wonderfully complete.
But Jaune wasn't gone. He was beside her. He was her sweetie, after all, and he always took care of her... another thing that made Neo so endlessly horny. What a fucking stud she'd found among those Beacon do-gooders...
Sighing contentedly, Neo felt the wet touch of Jaune's lips on her forehead as he gave her a good night kiss and pulled the covers up to make sure they were all tucked in.
Gods, they were depraved.
Legitimate business wasn't hard on Roman. He made money, lived well, and, really, having a full pardon for his crimes was a much better outcome than he deserved. Still, he couldn't help but miss the old life, always staying one step ahead of Johnny Law and meddling Huntresses.
Ah, but that was the price of winning, wasn't it? It always meant the game was over.
He sighed, looking over the floor of his nightclub. It was a classy joint, the sort of place Roman always wished Vale had, or, at least, that he could be in, publicly. Nothing against Junior's club, but Roman was a cut above the riffraff who flocked to that place.
Chuckling, he looked back down to the checklist in his hands. The bar inventory was finished, and it looked like they'd be ready for tonight. Big moneymaker, he was expecting---Achieve Men were in town, and they, not to mention their fans, spent money like water.
He heard the door open, and he turned, curious, only to see it was Jaune. He waved, and the blond doofus waved back.
It was hard to have any ill will towards the guy who'd helped him get his pardon, but he couldn't not poke a bit of fun at the dork every time he saw him. Still, he was a nice guy, and-
His thoughts were cut off as Neo streaked across the floor of the nightclub to... stop a few inches before her boyfriend and give him a gentle curtsy before he allowed her to approach for a hug and a kiss on the forehead.
Yeah, that was the other deal with Jaune.
Roman was fucking terrified of the blond bastard.
He didn't want to fucking imagine what kind of crazy-ass BDSM shit he was doing to Neo to get her to start dressing and acting like a housewife, but Roman was not going to find out. Fucker asked him if he'd like to accompany them to the opera. He was getting Neo, Neo, who once set the Thrashers' headquarters on fire, during a peace talk, because she was bored, to go to the opera.
Fucking psychopaths... he thought as the two of them, hand in hand, headed out for their date. It's always the vanilla-looking fuckers you gotta watch out for.
"Well... I'd say that I'm more of an RPG guy than an FPS guy, honestly. Haven't, uhn, had all that much time for video games recently... why not? Because I'm always spending time chatting with you all on my girlfriend's stream!"
Jaune laughed as he answered the chat, trying to keep up a calm and orderly attitude and not focus on the wet, eager, and very talented mouth that was currently bobbing on his cock. He tried to keep his eyes to the chat and not pay attention to the corner screen showing the way her crimson hair shimmered as she enthusiastically blew him.
"Start a gaming stream? I like the idea, RedLikeRoses, but ohhhhhh, " he took a deep breath, trying not to think about what her tongue was doing, "I don't think... oh wow, I don't think I have the temperament for all the behind the scenes stuff, the- the- ohhhhhh," he moaned as he came, his cock jerking and spurting into Pyrrha's mouth.
With a noisy gulp, she swallowed his load, and then, after carefully licking his cock clean, she looked up, her green eyes sparkling in adoration to ask, "Did I do good, Jaune?"
"You did, oh, you did very good," he said, leaning back into his chair.
Pyrrha popped back up into her seat and scanned the comments. "Oh my, thank you for the donation, SnowAngel! I swear, seeing your name in the donation counter just gives me the warm and fuzzies!" and she launched into addressing and thanking all her fans. She was a real pro, and, while her fans had a weird fixation on him, equal parts flattering and completely mystifying, Pyrrha did the real work of keeping her fans entertained.
And, as he admired the way her naked breasts happily bounced on the screen, she did it all through both her hard work and her smoking hot body.
"Oooh, PinkLotus, you're asking about a threesome with ThunderGoddess?" Pyrrha swiveled to him, "What do you think, Jaune? Can I? Wanna have Thunder and Spartan sandwich your hard dick between our nice, big titties?"
God, she did amazing dirty talk. Jaune swallowed nervously. "Well, I'm... flattered, if Thunder's, um, willing, but I happen to know her boyfriend, and I wouldn't-"
"Jaune," she whispered to him, "PinkLotus is Ren."
"Oh," was all he had to say, reeling from that revelation that Nora's boyfriend/business manager was trying to get him to sleep with her. "Um..." and seeing the way chat lit up, especially from Nora's more eager fans who had an... interest of seeing him and Nora together as more than just former roommates. OceanBlue had already started pledging donations, and he knew Pyrrha was really hoping to upgrade her setup...
"Well, we're... getting drinks with her tomorrow, aren't we?" he said, his voice a little too high for his own enjoyment. "I guess we can ask her how she feels about it?"
"Yippee!" Pyrrha cheered, "Now, I know you're all looking forward to seeing that, but I think I've delayed long enough---we've just broken our viewership record for our private stream, and I think it's time to do our big drawing! Jaune... care to do the honors?"
Jaune chuckled. They had done a contest---one lucky fan would be invited to meet them in person (though he had insisted to Pyrrha she had to make it clear---JUST A MEETING, NO SEX STUFF), and it had been a very profitable effort.
They'd actually gone to the steps of getting an actual raffle drum that Pyrrha could spin and Jaune could reach into, pulling out a number and, checking it against a Google sheet that matched the numbers to screen names, could now declare a winner!
"Aaaaaand... congratulations SilverEyedSoccerMom! You will be meeting me and Spartan!"
She was nervous about meeting their fan.
There were a lot of concerns when she first proposed the drawing---what if the fan was irrational or a stalker or felt "entitled" to more of a reward, just because Pyrrha did porn? But as many horror stories as she had heard, Pyrrha felt like she knew her fans. One of the benefits of being a fairly small fish in a big scene. Sure, they got a little weird about Jaune, but he gave as good as he got, and, frankly, from speaking to this Summer Rose over the phone, Pyrrha was actually excited to meet her.
Especially because of the... photos she'd attached to some of the emails she'd sent Pyrrha. Some very racy photos that made it clear that she was looking to break Jaune's rules, and, well, Pyrrha was really eager to break them too, and if she looked this good, maybe she could get Jaune to be a little bit flexible?
Another benefit of Summer winning was that she lived in town, so there was no need to pay for a bus ticket or airfare, which they'd budgeted into the contest, but it cut down on hassle as much as cost. They were going to meet for dinner at a nice restaurant, answer some questions, and, if they played their cards right... maybe take her home for the evening?
Maybe even do a special stream for their contest winner?
She struggled not to get wet at the thought! She knew she had a long way to go before Jaune could satisfy those urges, and she didn't want to drive herself crazy while she had to negotiate Jaune into a willingness to share himself. Incorporating the stream into their love life, that he was happy to do because Jaune was thrilled to help her succeed, especially on his weird internet fame. But this... this might be a little far for Jaune.
But when she caught sight of Summer in the parking lot, the older woman waving ecstatically as she raced over to greet them, just seeing how excited she was to meet them made Pyrrha feel, well, really excited as well.
And... her photos hadn't been a trick or photoshop. The lady was a MILF, and Pyrrha felt a small surge of excitement when she opted for a warm, boob-squishing hug over a handshake.
As Jaune led them into the restaurant, Pyrrha glanced over to Summer, where their eyes met... and Pyrrha saw an undeniably hungry expression in her fan's eye. It sent a shiver down her spine, to see how openly... predatory she was. For her and Jaune. Pyrrha inwardly resolved that she would definitely see how flexible Jaune was with their "just dinner" rule...
But dinner had to be taken care of first, and Pyrrha was surprised to discover that she was having a wonderful time. Summer was incredibly charming, and a total mom. Both of her daughters were college aged, probably only a little younger than she and Jaune were, which was, honestly, kind of a weird moment for Pyrrha. Meeting a fan in person made her confront the fact that she didn't actually know that much about her audience, besides screen names, and it was weird to think that she was performing for a woman who had a daughter Pyrrha's age.
But Summer was also really cool, and Pyrrha, who had expected she'd need to keep up her camera face and pretend to be upbeat, found that she and Jaune just really got along with her. Especially when she shared stories from her time as a stripper, back before she got married, and her respect for the craft, and for Pyrrha and Jaune's work, really shone through.
"I actually found your stream," she was telling them, "because I was feeling nostalgic for the old days when I used to work for these fetish clubs. But they were so hush-hush about everything back then, because if our clients got caught, there could be real scandal. Which meant that, honestly, the bondage club patrons were a lot more respectful than at a regular stage---and they paid a lot better." She laughed, "Can't imagine my kids know what their mom did to pay for college, and even if they learned, I don't think they'd believe it!"
"Well," Jaune laughed, "I certainly can't doubt you have the figure for it!"
Summer gasped in mock shock. "You flirt! But I'm so old..." she fished for a compliment.
Pyrrha was all too happy to snap to the bait. "Not at all!" she reassured Summer, "You're a total MILF! God, I hope my figure looks that good after two kids... you have a very lucky husband, ma'am."
But Summer just sighed. "I'm a widow," she confessed, "My Tai passed when my girls were very young."
"I'm so sorry," Jaune gravely ventured.
"It was a long time ago. Fortunately," she explained, "I had my degree by then and a very good job, so I didn't have to go back to performing for money, but to be honest... I kind of missed it. All the excitement, the sense of people's eyes just drinking in my figure... Still do." She blushed suddenly. "N-not that I'm trying to- I absolutely understood the rules, but, what I meant was, I, um, I-"
"You'd like to join us for a stream?" Pyrrha asked, teasingly.
Jaune's eyes went wide. "Pyr? Are you... serious?"
Well... now or never! She leaned over. "Seriously? You, me, and a hot MILF? Means I don't have to buy you a birthday present next month."
Jaune seemed like he was about to reply, but words weren't coming to him. All he could do was give a slight nod, to which Summer clapped with delight and Pyrrha felt a very wicked grin come to her face.
Fucking SnowAngel!
Ooh, Ruby was just so annoyed as she furiously had to step away from the Stalking Jaune Discord and cool off before she got into another fight with that- that- that dolt!
Surely, anybody could see that Jaune and Spartan's relationship was best seen in the cute moments! When Spartan was telling them about how he took care of her when she was sick, or when the two of them were just on camera together, answering fan questions and teasing each other... yes, Ruby might be "only" 18, but she wasn't a child! She watched SexySpartan for the sexy stuff like anyone else, but it was the romance that elevated them to a top-level cam show!
At least SnowAngel wasn't a Thunder shipper, but oh, she thought it was a very narrow line.
But she had to cool off, because Spartan's stream was about to start, and she was really excited for this one. In spite of Pyrrha's insistence that the winner of the contest wouldn't get to do anything on the stream... she'd been notified that that wouldn't be the case! Which made her even more jealous of SilverEyedSoccerMom, but she was actually really happy to see that, if it wasn't Ruby, that at least, she had won. She was cool in the chat, and they had a bit of a playful rivalry. And besides, silver-eyed girls needed to stick together!
As the stream started, she was excited to see that there were two figures in bondage hoods and tight leather outfits---the one with the brilliant red ponytail was obviously Spartan, so the busty woman next to her had to be SilverEyedSoccerMom! She was a little disappointed she couldn't yet see her silver eyes (she'd been excited for that---representation was important!), but damn, she was hot! Ruby had to admire that she'd definitely lucked out in the genetic lottery.
But she heard Jaune's voice. "Pet," he started, his sexy voice so authoritative and strong! "Kneel." And SilverEyed did so, her big tits swinging as she knelt and leaned forward. And then Jaune spoke again. "Slave. Take her."
And that's when Ruby realized that Spartan had a strapon, as she slowly moved behind SilverEyed... and started fucking her from behind.
Her slow, steady thrusts were an amazing start, especially with the way SilverEyed's boobs swung and bounced with every movement. Ruby found herself mesmerized by those breasts, the way her eyes just locked onto her pink nipples and made her mouth feel dry. Bisexuality had hit Ruby hard and a hot girl like this always got her really worked up! She just had to type a compliment into the chat and let them know how good this was!
RedLikeRoses: Woo! Hot!
MonkeyKing: We are literally not worthy
WINchester: Now I'm really jealous I didn't win
FemmeFashionista: OMG I love the hoods!
SnowAngel: Ooooh, can't wait for Jaune to fuck SilverEyed!
Ugh, of course SnowAngel didn't get it. Jaune wasn't going to have sex with just anybody, not when he and Spartan had something special together. But, of course, she couldn't expect much from such a boorish and depraved woman.
Jaune stepped into frame, and Ruby's heart beat quicker. She remembered when he first stumbled into ThunderGoddess's stream, accidentally walking in while she was playing with some toys, but when he walked into frame, his eyes going wide... Ruby's eyes met his, and it felt like, somehow, he could see her back. Like they were looking into each others' eyes, blue meeting silver, across who knows how great a distance and she saw something wonderful in those eyes. So, of course, she became obsessed.
And her obsession only got worse, especially when Jaune had moved to Spartan's stream---and while Ruby wasn't so much into Spartan's BDSM focus, she'd migrated over when she'd heard that Jaune would be guesting. And it was... magical. She'd never thought she'd had much for a BDSM kink, but seeing how obviously in love they were, how caring Jaune was as he spanked her or tied her up or ate food off of her... She'd been there when they'd realized they both had feelings for the other and she was so in love with their relationship.
And then Jaune, her sweet, perfect, beloved Jaune, pulled the-
He pulled the hood off, and...
And she saw... something she wasn't expecting.
Something she really, really, really wasn't expecting...
She wasn't expecting to see her mom.
RedLikeRoses was a fucking cow!
Ooh, Weiss just hated that prissy, stuck up, holier-than-thou Miss Perfect type! What was she even doing on a cam site, much less a Discord for people dedicated to tracking everything they could find about the sex god who happened to guest on the hottest amateur cam streams when she seemed to think that sex was dirty!
What enraged Weiss was that RedLikeRoses was soooo much like the Weiss that Weiss didn't like. The girl she had to be in public. The way her rich, conservative parents had raised her to be, all "I'm saving myself for marriage" and "Women today just dress like whores, as though that's a bad thing!" Weiss watched these cam shows because they had women who acted like Weiss wanted to act---not stuck-up princesses, but wanton harlots, sexy sluts who used their bodies to their fullest extent, and made money doing it.
The kind of girls that got Jaune's attention.
She had fingered herself raw the first time Jaune had been on Spartan's stream. Oh, the sight of him spanking the sexy redhead silly---and seeing how aroused she was---had been a wonderful opening, and Weiss had gleefully opened her allowance up for more depravity. Which they had delivered.
Her obsession with Jaune started from his first appearance on ThunderGoddess's stream. He'd accidentally walked in while Thunder was trying out different anal toys (just the word anal always made Weiss get all jittery!) and he'd been quite adorably flustered and embarrassed, but once Thunder made it clear she didn't feel any shame at her body (God, Weiss was so envious of how free she was!) Jaune had been good humored, and even introduced himself to the stream.
Which, admittedly, hadn't terribly impressed Weiss... until she saw the bulge.
Jaune hadn't been wholly unaffected, polite as he was, by Thunder's whorish display. And Weiss could tell: Jaune had a monster. Bigger than Weiss's biggest toys, and all she could think about was how it'd take a real woman to handle that dick.
She couldn't understand what a priss like RedLikeRoses wanted from Jaune and Spartan's relationship. Oh, how sweet, they were cutesy together and were clearly in love... Weiss had Netflix, HBO, Amazon Prime, and Disney+ if she needed a love story! She was here to see Spartan get battered by Jaune's love, and to see her repay his fuckstick with her worship and adoration!
And it seemed that Spartan got that. Especially because their stream opened with the contest winner (lucky bitch), hooded and bound while Jaune directed Spartan to fuck her from behind. Damn, she was hot. She was Weiss's type: plenty of T&A and a willingness to flaunt it.
And the best part was when Jaune ripped off the hood and revealed the sexy bitch's face to the entire audience! Ungh! She was grinding her clit against knuckle, imagining if it was her on stream, her body being the one revealed to everyone... oh, wouldn't it be hot it, uhnnn, it'd be so hot if all her friends at school- oh! If Jaune knew her in person and ripped her prissy facade off, revealing to all of her friends that it was all a lie, and she was just a horny, messy slut who only wanted to debase herself for Jaune's big dick!
And now the girl---God, what a MILF!---had turned the tables on Spartan, the subby bitch bent over and taking a furious spanking before SilverEyed turned to Jaune and said the sexiest words Weiss had ever heard a woman say.
"How about we double team this bitch?"
So.
That's why mom had been so upbeat recently.
Yang had just chalked it up to her having some kind of boring adult thing, like she'd started going to the Farmer's Market or maybe she'd been binging a bunch of Hallmark movies about marrying princes or something like that. Not... that she won a contest to meet Yang's favorite amateur porn stars and join them on their live stream.
Though, she had to admit, her mom was doing a damn good job on there.
She had to give her props: she'd kept it tight, and that couldn't have been easy as a single mother of two kids, one of whom was her, and she had not been an easy child to raise. But damn, if Ruby had some of that genetic fortune (and she practically looked like Summer in miniature, just like Yang was just a younger, blonder version of her mother) she was going to have a fun growth spurt any day now.
Yang had always enjoyed Spartan and Thunder's streams for how amateur and down-to-earth they were. They weren't slick, they weren't bursting with production values, but they did a lot for the fans, and they were good entertainers, and Yang really respected that. They got the craft of it all, and part of that was that they were open to possibilities like this. Maybe not always to the extremes of "see your mom drill a girl from behind while she deep throats her boyfriend's cock," but they were open to the unplanned, the unexpected!
That's what she liked about Jaune---well, other than the fact that he was a blond, ripped prettyboy with an easy smile she really wanted to see get turned into something fierce and hungry---he'd been an accident to begin with. He was Thunder's roommate, and had just stumbled in while she was recording. But he'd been cool about it, Yang had helped make him a meme, and as he became a meme, people started scrutinizing him, and then he became a phenomenon. And she'd seen him go from "sweet, friendly roommate" to "co-performer" with every step in between! That's not something she'd ever encounter in the highly scripted world of professional porn!
She glanced down to the chat, to see what the rest of the audience was thinking as they watched her mom take Spartan to town. She idly thought about making her own comment, but... well, she figured she couldn't help herself from making a coy comment about how she knew who SilverEyed was, and it was probably for the best if she simply said nothing. Besides, chat was blowing up!
VelveteenVixen: OMG OMG OMG
SnowAngel: Fucking ruin her!
OceanBlue: Okay, even I'm enjoying this
It felt too weird to masturbate to one's own mother, even if she was her step-mom instead of a biological relationship, so Yang refrained from touching herself. Though it was hard, especially from how fiercely her mom just dominated Spartan---maybe she was just working out a few years of sexual frustrations, or maybe Summer was just a kinky bitch like that (knowing what she knew about her own mother, she had to assume her dad had liked his women a little more on the intense side). But as she settled into her chair and tossed a donation Spartan's way, her eyes drank in the sight of one of the most unexpected---and enjoyable---moments she'd ever had with porn.
Ruby had more or less stopped thinking.
So shocked, appalled, jealous, aroused, worried, so many emotions at once, all she had the brain power to focus on was the feeling of her fingers in her pussy and how hot her mother was as she spitroasted Spartan with Jaune.
Part of her knew this wasn't right, that Jaune and Spartan had true love, and also that she was masturbating to her own mother! But another voice in her head was telling her other things.
Mommy's a little whore, it said, and Ruby felt a nervous giggle rise up in her when she heard it. That's why she raised a little whore daughter. That's why Jaune and Spartan are fucking her like the hot little tramp she is.
You can be like her too.
The thoughts repeated as Ruby kept fingering herself, squeezing her breasts and comparing her body to her mother's much more developed figure. But wouldn't they be much better in a side-by-side comparison? A mother-daughter threesome would surely be the most depraved thing to ever happen on Spartan's stream! And that thought really set a fire in Ruby. She couldn't imagine the look on that dolt SnowAngel's face when she saw that Ruby wasn't a priss---she was more depraved than SnowAngel could even imagine.
She'd been so wrong about romance. That Jaune and Spartan had something special simply made the depravity of watching the two of them fuck her mother so much hotter! Because that meant Jaune and Spartan were open to adding a third for their playtime. And she could be that third.
And the gears started turning in Ruby's mind. Mom couldn't have traveled far without them knowing, so Spartan and Jaune must live in town. And she knew someone who knew exactly where they lived, because she was watching her on the camera right now. It'd be... unthinkable to tell her own mother that she'd watched, much less that she'd frigged herself silly while watching, her fuck a couple Ruby's age. But if it was the way to get Ruby's happiness and sexual fulfillment... she'd be willing to endure some awkwardness.
Shutting the door to her apartment behind her, Glynda leaned against it, and finally let her legs give out. Sliding down the door, sinking to the floor, she was just so... so... she was just so happy!
Her heart trilled like she'd just gotten back from an amazing date instead of just her first chance to get home from a long day of work as Deputy Headmistress. And it was all because of one man.
She was so, so, so in love with Jaune Arc!
She felt like a schoolgirl! Giddy and thrilled and doing everything she could to make sure he didn't realize his stern, stuffy professor thought he was just so ca-yoot! It was her naughty little secret, something he had no idea about, and that just made it so much more exciting! Oh, she should get a notebook and fill it with "Mrs. Jaune Arc" and silly love poems and all sorts of cute things!
Leaning against the door, she let herself let out a long sigh as she just sat and thought about the man she loved. His messy blond hair, his cute smile, those pecs... He just looked so... so... scrumptious! She just wanted to drizzle syrup all over his chest and lick him clean! Ooh, wouldn't that be fun!
She giggled as she got up and quickly got undressed, admiring the way her body looked in her lacy lingerie. She loved wearing sexy underthings beneath her teaching outfit, especially, as she admired herself in the mirror, for the way it made her T&A look amazing . She liked to imagine her dear Jaune somehow knew she was dressed like a dirty girl for him, like she was playing a hot little game with her boyfriend!
Ooh, the words "T&A" made her think of a sexy little game they could play where he was the professor and she was the TA, having a late night, oh!, meeting in his office...
Though, thinking of teaching did remind her of something that never failed to make her feel all warm and squirmy! In her class, she got to see more of how Jaune and Pyrrha were just! So! Cute! Together!
She'd had Pyrrha do a demonstration of her talents against an Atlesian student, and while Pyrrha easily bested her opponent, Glynda kept one eye on her sweet little muffin as he watched his partner effortlessly demonstrate her talent, strength, and grace. His eyes were so wide in admiration. And she knew the two of them were practicing together on the rooftop, which was just so romantic! They were so darling, it just made her want to wrap her arms around herself in a big hug and just squee!
Gods, they were so perfect for each other! She ran her fingers up her panties, giving herself a sensuous tickle, imagining the two of them, right now, on the rooftop, sparring together... maybe stargazing... maybe... gazing into each other's, mmmmm, eyes and- Then she slapped her naughty little hand away. She had to be a good girl! She didn't have time to take care of herself right now!
Glynda had plans tonight. Big plans! She'd made up her mind: Jaune was just too adorable and Pyrrha was simply too perfect for him for her to sit idly by and not get herself involved! Right now, she knew the two of them would be practicing (past curfew, naughty, naughty!) and she could catch them in the act, give them both a detention, and then...
She would take them under her wing, mentoring the two of them through their relationship and making their first time together the most special night of their lives! Ohhhhh, she couldn't wait! And when the two of them had given each other their precious innocence, she would join her little apple polishers in bed and the three of them- Oh, she just couldn't wait! It was so unfair that she had to wait!
But she had no time to waste! Quickly throwing on a new outfit, one with a much shorter skirt, much more attractive stockings, and a blouse that would show a delightfully naughty taste of her generous cleavage, she headed back out of her apartment and towards the student dorms, where she'd finally catch those two little sweethearts in her net. Playing cupid was going to be so much fun!
Making her way towards the roof, though, she realized her first problem: she just couldn't stop smiling! But was that really her fault? Her two favorite little cuties were about to fall in love right before her very eyes, and-
But she heard voices, and her Huntress reflexes kicked in as she quickly stepped back and remained out of sight. She recognized both voices. One was her darling Jaune's, but the other... it wasn't Pyrrha.
It was very much not Pyrrha.
"Gods, it felt like you two were up on the roof forever!" complained the unmistakable voice of Yang Xiao Long.
"I need the practice! And she's really helping me," Jaune said, nobly coming to the defense of his one true love.
"Yeah, but tell me... would you rather practice sword technique with her, or practice... other things with me," the little harlot replied. And then... Glynda knew what sounds she was hearing. That seductress, that whore had thought to insert herself into... oh, fury surged in Glynda's breast as she thought of all the ways she could make that blonde tramp regret putting her lips where she did not belong.
Every inch of her was screaming for her to confront them, to punish Ms. Xiao Long right then and there, but she knew it wouldn't work. She knew she needed to be calm, to work out a plan. Leaving her precious Jaune in that succubus's claws was... difficult, made even worse by the stabbing fear that poor Pyrrha might be aware of this harlot's deception, but Glynda knew that this was something that needed to be handled carefully. To first isolate Ms. Xiao Long away from her beloved.
And, as Deputy Headmistress, she certainly had plenty of opportunities to pursue that.
Fortunately, she did not have long to wait.
Some students were just natural lightning rods of misbehavior, and it was easy, she didn't even have to try, to catch the tramp in violation of some behavioral rule and issue a detention. A private detention, that the unsuspecting girl came to, full of insolence and unaware that Glynda knew what crimes she had really committed.
With her Semblance, all she had to do was raise her crop, and it was child's play to gag, strip, and bind the student, throwing her down on a desk. Then, with a few quick lashes from her riding crop to her thighs and buttocks, she could begin Ms. Xiao Long's training.
The girl squealed into her gag, the unmistakable sounds of muffled curses as she struggled against her bonds. Fortunately, the rooms were soundproofed---due to concerns about noise levels on a campus where students regular fired miniguns and grenade launchers---and so nobody would be any wiser as to what Glynda was doing as she mercilessly lashed the girl, making her squeals go even higher in pitch. It sounded like justice. It was a sound that made her wet.
"I would be quiet, if I were you," she advised, "Bad girls get the crop. Good girls," she grinned, "get Mistress's love."
Another muffled curse. Seems she wanted to be a bad girl. "Oh, well, if you prefer the crop..." she said, then flipped her over and left a series of painful red lines across her breasts. The same whorish balloons she'd used to try to waylay her dear Jaune.
That seemed to get the little trollop's attention! This time there were no curses, no protests, just quiet obedience and wild-eyed fear. Well... she was still trying to seduce Jaune, and she had to be punished for that! Flipping the girl back over, Glynda layered stroke after stroke on the girl's naughty bum!
"This! Is! Because! You! Disobey! You! Dirty! WHORE!"
Yang squealed and it was music to Glynda's ears. Fortunately, the masochistic little slut proved to be an exceptional student, even if she was a wanton whore. Her resistance quickly broke against Glynda's righteous fury as she was relentless spanked, teased, and denigrated, and soon the moaning cunt knew to be quiet, not complaining even as she took her well-deserved abuse, and remaining perfectly still. Her eyes wide and fearful... and open. She would take whatever lesson Glynda had for her.
"Good girl," she said, rewarding her pupil with soft kisses on her body (where, of course, Glynda could see her little masochist's naughty arousal puddling on the desk...) "See? You can be a very good girl when you remember your place. Mistress rewards good girls... and punishes bad girls. So... do you want to be my good girl, or a bad girl?"
She looked her into the eyes, peering past all her defenses and seeing the last bulwark of the girl's pride, her independence, her sense of normalcy... all collapse, leaving the haughty bitch's mind as pliable and open as Glynda needed her to be. She nodded and moaned into her gag, which Glynda now removed.
"Who am I?"
"M-my Mistress," she stammered, terrified of the crop in Glynda's hands.
"And who are you?"
"Y-your good girl. Your o-obedient good girl."
Glynda grinned. The first step was down. Now it was time to educate her student.
By the end of detention, she wasn't Ms. Xiao Long anymore. That, she knew, was just a mask she wore, a way she attempted to sneak into polite society and steal sweet, innocent men who didn't belong to her. Her true name was Whore, a naughty, scheming bitch who needed to be punished and tamed by her Mistress before she ruined sweet Jaune and stole his innocence.
That, she had been fortunate to stop. The little tramp had only stolen his lips, she hadn't been able to steal his precious virginity. He deserved a sweet, loving girl like Pyrrha who, with Glynda's guidance, would make their first time truly special. The thought of a girl like Whore, a slut whose mind broke after only a few short hours of discipline, taking her Jaune's first time... it made Glynda furious. And Whore had learned to be so grateful that Glynda had stopped her, offering to eat out her pussy in gratitude, be her personal bed slave, take as many lashes as Mistress demanded, or do whatever it took to, if not earning forgiveness, at least to prove her remorse.
The first thing, of course, was to break things off with Jaune. Whore now understood she was fundamentally beneath him and unworthy of his attention, much less his love, and even if she didn't, she knew that disobeying her Mistress would only get her the crop again. So she knew to be a good girl and to remember her place!
But that was only the first step. Now that she'd saved her darling from a treacherous skank, she had to find a way to make sure that True Love won. But she knew that she could do it. Her precious Jaune was counting on her!
Glynda could barely contain her excitement.
Everything was going perfectly! Whore had broken up with Jaune, and, feeling depressed, his performance started to slip. And Glynda felt terrible that Whore had entangled herself so deeply into her beloved's heart as to undermine him like that, but she was quick to intervene, calling Jaune and his partner into a meeting in her office, where...
Oh, she was squeezing her thighs together just thinking about it!
Glynda had gotten both of them to open up, for Jaune to admit his fears of feeling unworthy, for Pyrrha to tell him of her own feelings of isolation... and how he'd been the one to treat her like an actual person. And with only a little prompting... Glynda had gotten her little cuties to admit their feelings for each other!
How she didn't just squee right there, she'd never know, but she was quite grateful. Because, since she'd been the one to help them discover their relationship, they simply realized that teacher knew best and that they could trust her. And so she was able to help guide the two of them, molding them into the perfect couple and getting front row seats to watch their love story begin.
And now she'd been able to build up enough of a connection that they trusted her in all matters of romance. She had advised and guided and counseled them to the point that when she proposed that it was important that the two of them begin developing their sexual relationship, they'd only nervously looked away... until she convinced them that it'd be much easier and much better if they had someone experienced guiding them, making sure they knew what they were doing. And she'd promised them that she'd help them with every step of the way.
She made one last sweep of her apartment, making sure everything was perfect. The bedroom was all set up for their magical first time, the dining room table was set for an intimate dinner by candlelight, and checking in the kitchen, she saw that Whore was already in uniform as she put together the last touches for their meal. A shiny, black-and-white PVC maid's outfit, with plenty of cleavage, a choker with her real name on it, and sexy stockings rising to just underneath her very short skirt. Most importantly, she wore a happy, vacuous smile on her face as she removed the oysters from the steamer and plated them---she was just such a good little servant for her betters.
It was funny. Now the way Glynda punished Whore was by threatening to withhold the crop! But her little masochistic painslut was very well trained by now, and was quite the little helper!
But she heard a knock on the door that told her she was out of time! Ohhhh, she felt a nervous tremble come over her as she wracked her brain trying to think of what she might have forgotten, what piece was out of place, but she couldn't think of anything. She was so nervous! But she couldn't delay any longer, so she scampered over to the door and, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, opened it up.
Jaune and Pyrrha. And they were all dressed up.
Glynda's heart melted to see her two lovebirds not only in a relationship, but clearly so perfect together. She was so, so happy she'd taken the steps to make sure True Love came to pass!
"Hey, Profess..." but Jaune's voice trailed off as he saw the candles and the table set for dinner, "Oh, we didn't..."
"Of course you didn't realize," she teased, "But don't worry, I'm here to make sure that the two of you are perfectly put into the mood for a beautiful first time. But please, please, come in!"
She ushered Pyrrha and Jaune into her home. Now it was time for the big surprise! "Of course, I figured out something to make tonight not only special, but very enjoyable. Whore? If you could join us?" They gasped as they saw Yang enter in her Valean Maid's outfit, especially as she gave a boob-bouncing curtsy.
Whore smiled, thrilled for the opportunity to debase herself for her betters. "Mistress has taught me that I was a deceitful little whore who needs to be punished! To make up for trying to steal a good man's heart with my lewd, sinful body, I will be serving Monsieur and Madame tonight."
"Good." Pyrrha said, decisively, and Glynda couldn't suppress her smile any longer. She'd taught Pyrrha so well how to be a good girlfriend for Jaune, and she knew that Jaune would sometimes let his morals get in the way of his pleasure unless his girlfriend took the lead. Then she delighted Glynda even more as she leaned in close to whisper in Whore's ear, "Do a good job, and maybe I'll let Jaune play with you." Whore's body shuddered in pleasure at the thought, even though she surely knew that she'd be punished for it---but Glynda knew she could only be managed, never cured of her slutty ways.
"P-please, follow me," she stammered as she led Jaune and Pyrrha to their dinner.
Dinner seemed to be over before Glynda even realized it had begun. She had been so enraptured by the sight of the two of them enjoying a shared, romantic meal, gazing into each other's eyes, and sharing that quiet love language that told her they had a strong relationship that she hadn't realized they'd already finished, and now... it was time for dessert.
Ooooh! She should cover herself in whipped cream and a generous drizzle of chocolate syrup and then let them split a Glynda Sundae and- No. She had to focus. Everything she'd done so far had been for this coming moment.
With a signal from Glynda, Whore flounced forward and gave another generous, slutty curtsy. "Monsieur? Madame? I hope dinner was up to your exquisite tastes. But if you would follow me to the bedroom..."
Glynda's heart fluttered to see the sweet, nervous smiles on Jaune and Pyrrha's bashful faces. Following behind them, it took everything she had not to pinch their little cheeks for how precious they were being! They were so- so... so cute!
Guiding them to the bed, she whispered a few final words of guidance to Pyrrha before she withdrew to leave her two little lovebugs to their own devices. This was their moment, and though she facilitated it, Glynda knew that she would only get in the way of their love.
And it was beautiful. She watched as Jaune tenderly took Pyrrha and guided her to lie down, the champion reduced to a blushing maiden as Jaune lavished her with kisses. She was radiant, an angel of beauty, and he was... Glynda felt her own blush overpower her. She was... she was watching them, the man who enraptured her fantasies and his perfect mate. It was almost too much, but she knew she couldn't look away.
She could hear Whore beside her, moaning in unchecked lust. Glynda swatted her hand away from her pussy---Whore was supposed to be entertainment tonight, and any pleasure she received was entirely at Glynda's discretion. She was certainly not supposed to be touching her naughty little cunt while Jaune and Pyrrha couldn't enjoy her debasing herself! Glynda had installed the pole in her bedroom for a reason, and Whore was swiftly directed towards it.
With Whore disciplined, Glynda could go back to watching her beloveds. They were inexperienced, but their fumbling, their naive exploration of each other's bodies as they slipped out of their clothes and the wonder of their discovery was making Glynda hotter than she'd ever been before! Especially because she knew that she had made it possible, that her guidance and protection had given her little darlings the perfect first time.
She gasped as Jaune's darling, perfect penis was revealed to them both. My... he certainly was a handsome specimen, wasn't he? Glynda just knew he was as scrumptious beneath his clothes as he was in his little uniform! And so hard... she and Pyrrha had done their jobs very well! And they received their reward as her dear Jaune mounted his girlfriend, just as beautiful and perfect as Glynda had always imagined it!
How many times had she dreamed of this? Seeing her students excel so wonderfully, the both of them demonstrating how much they'd learned from her tutelage. And such wonderful students... Jaune, the object of so many of her desires, and Pyrrha, sweet Pyrrha, who'd pined for him so beautifully... they were both such wonderful students, and she was so happy she could be there and witness as they consummated their love. Hearing them call out each others' names as they discovered the depths of pleasure they could bring each other to was even more magical than Glynda had ever pictured it.
But inexperience meant that they were unable to delay their climaxes, and soon, Jaune was panting over his sweet beauty as she cried out for him to give it to her and then... wonder of wonders, she watched Jaune's adorable face scrunch up as he came! Pyrrha squealed in joy as Jaune filled her up with his lovely cum and Glynda wiped a tear from her eye that she'd been able to see it all happen.
As he withdrew, Glynda eagerly darted over to the bed. "Let teacher clean you up," she cooed as she took his softening cock in her mouth. She'd held back for so long that she couldn't resist eagerly slurping it up. Mmmm, it was such a dirty, dirty cock and Glynda had to lick and suck and kiss it all clean! She giggled; she was such a whore for her Jaune!
And she had to clean up Pyrrha, too! Her pussy was so much dirtier than Jaune's cock, and she gleefully scooped up as much of Jaune's tasty cream with her tongue as she could. She was so glad she shaved Pyrrha's bush in preparation for this night. Her skin was so smooth as she ran her tongue over it---she was thankful she resisted the temptation to play with her after shaving, to make sure that her innocence belonged to Jaune alone. But now she could eat her out with relish, and she was enjoying it oh-so-much more for her patience.
She knew that Whore was watching, jealously, as Glynda took up the duties of a bed slave. Whore would get her chance later, though, and Glynda had certainly earned the right to be the one to clean up her dear little students after their first time together!
Once she'd finished giving her pussy a thorough (and delicious!) cleaning, she eagerly looked up to the both of them, who'd made all of her dreams come true.
"Ms. Goodwitch..." her darling student started, with a quick and loving gaze over to Pyrrha, "Pyrrha and I were talking earlier today, and... we wanted to thank you."
She shook her head, "Seeing the two of you experience your first time... that was all the thanks I could ever want."
But Pyrrha rested a hand on her shoulder. "But we still want to thank you. And Jaune had the most lovely idea how---I'm going to teach Whore a lesson about trying to steal my man, while Jaune..." And then Glynda gasped as she felt Jaune's hands run over her body, "is going to 'thank' you for both of us."
"Oh, Jaune," she moaned, feeling his hands cup her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipple, "S-surely you'd prefer someone- someone oh! younger?"
And then he left a trail of kisses from her shoulder, up her neck, and Glynda felt all her thoughts disintegrate into the twin pleasures of his kisses and his fingers drifting downwards. "I don't want anyone," he whispered, his voice hot and sensuous in her ears, "other than you right now."
The thought that Jaune, her dear, sweet Jaune wanted her was too much for Glynda's poor body. Already worked up from watching her proteges make love and from being able to service them afterwards, and now with Jaune's skilled hands---how was he such a natural at finding the perfect points to strike!---running over her body, she was helpless to resist him. She came, loudly and wantonly, feeling his fingers still dance and tease her at her weakest.
"Thank you," he whispered in her ear, and oh! it was even better than his fingers as she moaned, leaning against her beloved student.
They watched as Pyrrha cruelly spanked Whore, demanding she admit to all manner of depraved plans, and Whore was only too eager to confess all of her sinful nature. Glynda wrapped her fingers around Jaune's magnificent cock, her eyes locked to the show, and stroked him until he'd swiftly regained his strength.
He guided her on the bed, Glynda being as pliable as putty in his hands, putting her on her hands and knees, letting her have a good view of Pyrrha playing with Whore as he moved around behind her. She gasped as she felt him over her, his hands cupping and fondling her dangling breasts.
"Ms. Goodwitch..." he whispered into her ear.
"P-please," she meekly begged, "call me... Glynda."
"Of course, Glynda," he said sweetly as he lined the head of his dick against her wet slit, "Now, would you like me to fuck you?"
"Yes!" she cried, and then she squealed as Jaune's wonderful, perfect cock slid into her. It was amazing! He was amazing! She'd never been fucked like this before, like he was reshaping her pussy to be his personal cocksleeve! She loved it! Loved it! Loved Jaune!
She crumpled forward, her arms too wobbly to support her as he kept fucking her pussy mercilessly, her face being pushed into the sheets as she moaned like a whore. The humiliation of her darling Jaune seeing what a slutty teacher he had was only heightening her arousal. She had a clear view of Whore, and could feel that Jaune was enjoying the sight of his girlfriend dominating his ex as much as she was. She would never have been right for Jaune, would never have understood how important it was to listen to teacher's guidance!
But Jaune and Pyrrha- Oh! Jaune was really giving it to her, he was really enjoying seeing Pyrrha spank Whore silly! Whore was certainly enjoying it, the sloppy girl's slutty moans really making Jaune thrust into Glynda, slamming his cock right into her core!
Or maybe he's enjoying my pussy...
That thought had Glynda drooling, thinking that Jaune wanted her... even if she was so slutty and the sort of naughty teacher who seduced a student... Oh, oh, oh! She just loved Jaune!
Especially as he bent low over her, his dick mastering her as his left hand cupped and squeezed one of her fat tits as he whispered into her ear, "Gods, you're so fucking beautiful!"
Glynda was in the midst of having her brains fucked out of her, so she wasn't able to respond verbally, but she could certainly feel the puddle of drool that phrase had excited in her! He was fucking her like a dog and he was calling her beautiful! Her eyes rolled, unable to handle the pure, perfect, pristine eroticism of her darling Jaune fucking her, of marking her as his, forever!
And he kept going! "You, fuck, you're so fucking hot, you fucking---fuck!---hooked me up with Pyrrha, fucking turned my ex into- fuck! And now I'm- fuck- f-fucking the hottest teacher in the school!"
His vulgar language drove Glynda to distraction, to know that all her efforts had brought her sweet Jaune to his deserved paradise! Punctuating Jaune's profane praise was the wild scream of Whore reaching her own screaming orgasm as Pyrrha dominated her with a strapon, and Glynda loved that they were both being useful and treated so kindly by her sweetest student
But she wasn't much better than Whore when it came to resisting her climax. Between Jaune's perfect cock mastering her pussy, his voice whispering the sweetest things she'd ever heard, the sight of Pyrrha taking so well to dominating Whore, the utter romance of the night... oh, she couldn't take it any longer! She screamed as she came, screamed for Jaune, and as she soaked his cock in her juices, Jaune repaid the favor, his dick pumping her full of his delicious, perfect cum!
It was all too much, simply too much! In pure ecstatic joy, Glynda saw stars as pleasure overtook her and she passed out, tumbling into the deep darkness of pure carnal bliss.
When she came to, she was still on her bed. She had her arm wrapped around Jaune's chest, and, she realized, Pyrrha was mirroring her on his left side. A glance down to the foot of the bed showed that Whore was sleeping, respectfully, at their feet. She'd been a very good girl, hadn't she? Glynda mused for what reward she'd earned for her good behavior. Oh! How about she give Jaune her crop and have him spank Whore silly! She'd like that.
But her thoughts drifted back, as they always did, to Jaune. He was sleeping so peacefully in their arms. What a wonderful young man, to make all of his teacher's wildest fantasies come true.
She snuggled up closer to her favorite students. There might be some questions raised as to why they didn't return to their dorm, but Glynda was sure she could make up an excuse. Nobody would really ask a question if prim, proper Ms. Goodwitch told them there was an explanation for everything.
After all, when they were such good students, she knew it wouldn't be helpful to be too strict with the rules!
The club really wasn't Jaune's scene. The music was harsh and pounding, he was the only person not wearing leather and metal studs, and he felt that his All-Valean blond hair and blue eyes made him stand out among the dyed-black hair in the grungy, dark space. He cringed, turning back to his drink on the bar, trying not to feel like too much of an outsider.
But Nora had insisted that he and Pyrrha meet her here.
A quick glance to Pyrrha made Jaune really wish he'd dressed for the location. In her corset and leather miniskirt, not to mention her heavy makeup, she not only looked like she belonged here, she looked fucking hot. Shit, Jaune had been worried about looking ridiculous in a mesh shirt or eyeliner, but now he felt guilty as he got the judgmental stares from the other club patrons, all of them silently asking how the fuck did a guy like you get a babe like her?
A not uncommon question in Jaune's own mind.
"Pyrrha! Jaune-Jaune!" an excited voice exploded from behind them, and Jaune whirled, anticipating the hurricane that was about to tackle him, only to be hit by a very different thing indeed.
Instead of running as usual, Nora was walking with a casual, but undeniably sexy, sway, her hips drawing Jaune's attention to her tight, black shorts, strategic rips along the side emphasizing the fishnet leggings she had on. A tight black corset was making Nora's generous boobs seem even more pronounced than usual, revealing an ocean of creamy cleavage in a tight green, nipple-popping shirt.
And yet, the most striking thing about her was that Nora had dyed her hair a dark blue-green that completed the look, going from excitable, cheerful Nora Valkyrie... to hot goth club slut.
Jaune tried not to let anyone know how hard she was getting him.
"So glad you could join us," she purred, "Renny and I were looking to try something... different."
Taking a seat right next to him, Jaune struggled not to be distracted by Nora's... everything. Her change in attire, personality, everything seemed to be drawing Jaune's eyes away from his incredibly hot girlfriend, but, fuck, Nora looked damn hot in this attire. She looked hot and she knew it. But unlike her usually cheerful personality, that teased Jaune with her blunt sexuality, this Nora seemed to simply exude dark, seductive appeal, laser focused on trying to draw Jaune away from Pyrrha.
Even as they ordered drinks and chatted as friends, reminiscing about their Beacon days and talking about recent business, affirming that the bonds of JNPR were unbreakable even after graduation, Jaune was struggling with the fact that he and Nora were both in happily committed relationships---at least, he and Pyrrha were very happy together! And Ren and Nora were... they were Ren and Nora! Renora and Arkos, they were Team Double Date!
But... from getting drinks to hitting the dance floor, Jaune couldn't keep himself from staring. Watching Nora dance and sway, flaunting her assets, always giving him that teasing, inviting look that seemed to proclaim that she didn't care that their significant others were right there... she was undressing him with her eyes and inviting him to do the same. And he was... certainly able to imagine what she would look like, with so much pale skin beneath only a thin mesh on display.
Surely, Pyrrha had to be picking up the signals, but she seemed just delighted to see their friends, leaving Jaune feeling paranoid and uncertain.
As they took off the dance floor and grabbed another round, Nora seemed prepared to bring all his questions to the fore. "I hate that we can't stay here long," she announced with a sultry air, "cause I had something different in mind for the two of us..."
Pyrrha squeezed Jaune's hand as he asked, nervously, "Wh-what were you thinking Nora?"
"Ren's been a bad boy," she smirked, her boyfriend casting his eyes to the floor, "and he needs to be punished. And I thought the best way to do that... was to show him what it looked like when a real man fucked his woman!"
Jaune almost choked on his drink. He knew Nora and Ren were into some kinky stuff, but he wasn't about to-
"Yes!" Pyrrha responded, way too quickly, "I- I mean... Jaune, if... if you'd like to, um... you... have my permission?"
Jaune's eyes simply boggled at the women around him, trying to process if he was really hearing what he thought he was hearing.
Nora grinned, her smirk oozing self-confidence, but unlike the usual Nora confidence, it was drenched in flirty playfulness. "You think I don't know my girl's as much of a cuckquean and my man's a cuckold? Come on Jaune," she purred, "be the bull I know you can be."
Pyrrha's eyes were pleading with him to consider it as her body practically shook with nervous desire. Jaune... hadn't known that. He'd really thought every time Pyrrha had brought up bringing in another woman, it'd been for his sake, a hot fantasy for her boyfriend to imagine getting a free pass or a threesome---after all, what man wouldn't want his girlfriend's permission to cheat? But looking at her, he could tell that she wasn't suggesting that for his benefit.
A glance to Ren revealed that, even in sexual humiliation he was as stoic and bemused as he always was. His eyes still slightly downcast, a faint blush on his cheeks. He wasn't objecting to the idea of... Jaune fucking his girlfriend, so Jaune had to assume he was into it, but it was still a hard thing to do to his bro... until he looked back to Nora and saw how fucking hot she looked in her club attire and realized that, it really seemed like he was the only one objecting.
Objecting to something he very much wanted to do.
"So how about it, Jaune-Jaune?" she asked with a teasing smirk and a crooked finger, "Wanna boop?"
Driving back to Nora and Ren's place Jaune glanced to Nora, checking herself in a mirror as she reapplied her dark black lipstick. She popped her lips and Jaune couldn't help but think how they'd look wrapped around his cock.
He wasn't sure how he managed to drive to Nora and Ren's place without causing an accident when he was that distracted, but they lived mercifully close by. Walking into Ren and Nora's place on jellied legs, his eyes drawn to the sensuous roll of Nora's wide hips, some synapse still firing in his brain managed to make him ask a question.
"How, um... how are we going to... do this?"
"There's a camera set up in our bedroom," Nora turned and explained, "and our little cuckolds are right now going to a motel room to watch us live, showing them how inadequate their lovemaking skills are."
Jaune felt a little uncomfortable talking about his closest male friend and his girlfriend in those terms. A discomfort Nora caught on to quickly. "Hey, listen," she whispered, "once we're upstairs, we're on camera; we're performing a private porno for our sweeties, and what really gets Renny going---and what I think Pyrrha likes, too---is the humiliation. It's all an act, but if we play along, trust me, Pyrrha's going to be over the moon that you let her indulge her fetish."
"Is this," Jaune rubbed his neck, "I mean, are you sure that Pyrrha... likes this?"
Nora just smiled at him, not the predatory and amorous smirk she wore in the club, but a kind, reassuring smile that, even as scantily clad as she was, reminded Jaune that she was still his close friend and teammate. "Why do you think Pyrrha, who you know is crazy about you, let you chase after Weiss Queen for so long? She and I used to... well, I'll let Pyrrha tell you those stories, but trust me---she's a kinky girl, way into humiliation, and it took a lot of trust for her to let you know about this side of her."
Jaune felt chastised by that. Yeah, once again, he was the one being the stick in the mud, on something he was very much looking forward to! So he gave Nora a cocky smile of his own. "Well... let's give them a show, then."
Nora led him up to her boudoir. And it was a boudoir, Jaune knew Nora had wanted one since she first heard Blake use the word and the big poofy pillows and beaded curtains, the full length mirrors, and the hanging silks all contributed to creating a feeling that Jaune had stepped into an unreal dream place. His Beacon roommate was going to seduce him away from his girlfriend and he had no reason to feel guilty about it, either because of her fetish or because he simply was in a dream.
Seating herself on the bed, Nora looked to him with a smoky expression. "Jaune... I'm horny," she whined, her voice dripping with teasing allure.
Jaune remembered he was asked to perform, so he leaned forward, a crooked, wolfish smile on his face. "And why is a beautiful vixen like you horny?"
Nora pouted. "Because my boyfriend's little dick isn't big enough to make me cum..."
"Oh no," he said with mock gravity, "I know how hard that is. My girlfriend can't handle my dick, and I'm stuck getting myself off when she's too exhausted to keep up with me."
There was an electric charge in the air, a quick look of surprise crossing Nora's face---but it was quickly returned to her usual, seductive look. But Jaune's willingness to disparage Pyrrha was a clear sign that he was game for it all, and Jaune didn't miss that Nora was quite excited. Excited to play the role, or... excited for the chance to sleep with him? Jaune could certainly work with either.
But back to her usual form, she gave him a sultry look and added, "I think I know how we can fix this..."
Bending forward, Jaune kissed her, tasting raspberries on her lips as his tongue probed her mouth. Nora was eager, a redundancy, really, but Jaune could tell she was surprised he took the initiative here. Well, he was here for Pyrrha and because Nora was hot as all hell---Jaune wasn't going to hold back with that on the line.
He pushed forward, taking advantage of Nora's surprise before the bundle of energy pushed back, grabbing his hand and pulling it up to paw at her full, bouncy tits.
But as he tried to push his luck, to mount and dominate her, he was quickly reminded that Nora was still much stronger than he was. She flipped him onto the bed with a laugh, whispering, "I'm not as easy as your little pushover," before she mounted him, the feel of her rough fishnets against him making Jaune moan as she took the upper hand.
"You can picture them watching us, can't you?" the vixen athwart him purred, "Ren has instructions that he's allowed to touch himself... but if he cums, then he's been a very bad boy! But what do you think Pyrrha's doing?"
The image was crystal clear in Jaune's mind, his girlfriend in her tight leather outfit and miniskirt, watching him through a camera with a hungry expression, and the words came spilling out of his lips before he could realize what he was saying.
"She- she's touching herself!" he gasps, "F-fingering herself, squeezing her tits-"
"Aww," Nora teases, hefting her sizable jugs, "I bet she's realizing how inferior her chest feels in her hands... how about you give mine a squeeze, tell me how your girl stacks up?"
A surge of gallantry had to be fought back at the implication in Nora's voice, but Jaune wasn't able to resist, his hands reaching up to fondle and squeeze Nora's tits, hearing her moan in satisfaction---both from her obvious victory over Pyrrha and the feel of Jaune's rough hands cupping and pawing at her.
"They're better aren't they? Proper tits, so much better than Pyrrha's little bumps..."
Moaning in dismay, Jaune realized that he had to answer. Had to admit what he was feeling in his hands and in his head. "Yeah... they're, mmm, gods, they're better than Pyrrha's!"
Nora's eyes lit up with wild desire. "You know she just squealed when she heard that, right? Heard her boyfriend tell another woman that her tits were better than hers were and I bet she almost got off on it!"
Fuck, this was hot.
"Good boys get rewarded," she purred and began to strip off her clothing, slowly and teasingly revealing her tantalizing tits with the practiced air of someone who knew how to strip---and, knowing Nora, she might have done just that in their Beacon days---making Jaune's jaw drop as she suddenly yanked her tight green shirt down, letting her sweater puppies bounce free. Revealing the daring metal studs piercing her nipples! "And I like good boys... boys who can make me cum, unlike my worthless limp-dick boyfriend..."
Jaune wanted to make Nora cum. Jaune really wanted to make Nora cum. As he slipped off his pants and felt Nora's hands rip his shirt open (another reminder that she was strong as hell and also that Jaune did not care about anything other than the goddess positioned on top of him), Jaune's cock sprang out of confinement, letting Nora run her eyes up and down it in a brief moment of quiet admiration.
She whistled and licked her lips. "Never knew our fearless leader was packing a hammer of his own... I hope you're getting a real good look at this, Renny," she said with a taunting sneer, "Cause this is a real man's dick. Not like the pathetic joke in your hands right now..."
Unable to keep himself from smirking, Jaune decided to join in. "Be careful, Nora... if we're too good at fucking each other, we might just end up leaving the two of them behind."
"Can you even imagine going back to Pyrrha," Nora asked, swinging her firm jugs side-to-side as she did so, her shiny piercings flashing in the light, "when you could have a Big Titty Goth Girlfriend with these puppies right here?"
"And I haven't even been able to enjoy the booty yet," Jaune replied giving her a quick smack that left her soft rump quivering from his hand.
Gasping from the sudden spanking, Nora licked her lips as she regained her self-assurance. "We can fix that."
She flipped around, giving Jaune a quick twerk as she shook her naked ass in his face.
"Pyrrha can't do anything like this can she?" Nora laughed, "Why did a skinny bitch like her ever think she could keep a man like you happy?"
Jaune couldn't respond, mesmerized by Nora's jiggling ass as he realized that Pyrrha, who had a tight, trim figure shaped through constant exercise, could never do anything like this.
Nora, impatient as always, didn't wait for an answer. "This is getting me all worked up!" she shouted, "Let's get to the real meat of the evening!"
Flipped around and poised over Jaune, Nora skipped any sense of foreplay as she simply and suddenly plunged her pussy down on Jaune's dick.
"Hooo! Oh Jaune!" she cried.
Jaune had to smirk at the sight of Nora being caught off guard by how much more difficult it was to take his cock than she expected. And he knew how to press it.
"Not used to taking a real cock in your pussy?" he asked.
Nora grinned, wild and salacious, as she started to bounce on him. "No," she groaned, "No, I just have to make do with Ren's little twig... can't even imagine it getting me off like your fuckstick's going to. But I bet you've never had a woman who could take it all without getting overwhelmed... I know Pyrrha, and I love her, but," she looked down upon Jaune with a predatory grin, "she could never ride you like I can."
All he could do in response was groan. He hated thinking of Pyrrha like this, but fuck Nora was sexy! Her tits were jiggling right in his face as her molten pussy sucked away at his cock. And he hated himself for enjoying that he was showing up another man, stealing his girl like this, betraying his close friend, but fuck if it didn't make it all so much hotter!
Nora glanced upwards, evidently towards where the camera was placed. "Pathetic, aren't they? Just a pair of useless bitches watching a real man take a real woman, showing them what they're lucky to even watch... I don't even know why you waste your time with Pyrrha, at least Ren can cook when he's properly motivated..."
"Gods," he moaned in response, "fuck yeah, I deserve- deserve a proper woman..."
"Fuck yeah you do!" Nora gasped, riding his cock, "You deserve- deserve real pussy, pussy that can handle- can handle this beast!"
Jaune's eyes rolled as Nora drowned him in dirty talk, promising to give him the fucking he deserved, the kind that Pyrrha couldn't give him. Fuck, she was hot, her fat tits bouncing and her juicy ass slapping against him as her pussy milked his cock, and Jaune fucking loved it. He was slamming into her, his hips rolling as he fucked her, driving her to babble praise for his dick as her words got more and more slurred and delirious as his dick plowed her. She fucking deserved it, deserved more than Ren was giving her!
It was time to really go out, to bring down the thunder and the lightning!
Gripping her hips and loving the way his fingers could sink into Nora's plush posterior, Jaune slammed into Nora, over and over again, forgoing any attempt at artistry or skill for the one language Jaune knew Nora and he spoke so much more fluently than the delicate cuckolds they were attached to: brute fucking force. Nora's voice was now just guttural moans and piercing cries as Jaune growled in furious, animalistic need to break this hot goth slut on his cock!
With a great shudder, Jaune could feel Nora's pussy finally clench as, with her last gasp of air, she screamed, "HE'S MINE!"
And fuck, after what he'd just been through, Jaune didn't know how to disagree!
That...
That had been exhilarating!
It was so much better than Pyrrha had imagined! Her and Ren watched helplessly as they were mocked and degraded by Nora, as Jaune demonstrated how much more of a man he was than Ren and how much more he enjoyed Nora than he ever could with her. It was... it was amazing! The two of them spent the whole performance panting helplessly, inadequate fingers furiously masturbating their inadequate bodies! She was still catching her breath from what she'd seen, and all Pyrrha could think about was when Jaune and Nora could do this again!
She leaned back on the motel bed, her pussy sore from the rubbing she'd given herself, but she knew that Jaune would be so happy to hear that, even if his girlfriend was a dirty bitch who got off on seeing another woman steal her man, she hadn't even let herself cum once! She and Ren had been locked in miserable helplessness, watching the loves of their life find how much better off they were without them!
Looking over to Ren, Pyrrha had a nervous giggle. "Is it... always this good?"
Ren shook his head no. "I knew seeing my team leader fuck Nora was going to be something else, but... damn, he's a bull."
Pyrrha couldn't lie: she felt a little surge of pride in her man to hear that. "And Nora, mmm," she returned the favor, "she's so much hotter than I am, with those tits..."
She realized that the both of them had started gently rubbing themselves at the thought. Ooooh, she had to be a good girl, or Jaune would punish her! M-maybe by making her watch as h-he f-fucked, oh, as he fucked Weiss!
Oh, she needed to calm down or she'd really go over the edge! But fortunately, it wasn't long before she heard a knock at the door, and Pyrrha stepped forward, knowing who to expect.
Except... Nora stepped in as she opened it, no Jaune in sight.
"I thought," her friend said, an arrogant, superior smirk on her face that made Pyrrha wonder if she was going to be brought to the edge of cumming again, "it'd be easier on your husband if he didn't have to see the sloppy slut he was married to get off on her own humiliation."
Oh fuck, she was going to cum! Oh FUCK!
"No," Nora said, her smiling turning softer, friendlier, more teasing, "I actually had a little gift for you, you little cuckquean, you! Dah-dah-dah-DAH!" she announced as she produced a metal and leather... thing. "It's a chastity belt!" she explained, "I put you in it, and now I know that I'm the only pussy for Jaune's dick!"
Pyrrha practically swooned to see it.
"Jaune's got the key, but I told him to make sure you were given some fun rules before he even thinks of letting you slip it off... enjoy," she added with a seductive purr.
Pyrrha was so grateful for her amazing, understanding, and drop-dead sexy friend that she could have kissed her right there! ...if she was allowed to, of course!
"I... I can't thank you enough," she said, her voice a happy murmur, "This was... this was... incredible."
Nora just chuckled. "Do I know my girl or what?"
"You do, you do!" she gushed, "But... where's Jaune?"
"Your husband's waiting for you outside... I wanted to play with you a little before I handed you over. Oh! And treat him nice, he gave me a world class dicking, and I'm looking forward to giving that dick the attention a bull like Jaune deserves."
Nora's parting words sent shivers down Pyrrha's spine as she stumbled out of the motel and looked for the amazing stud in her life who made her feel like the luckiest girl in the whole wide world! As she exited on wobbly legs, she heard Ren and Nora kiss each other, suddenly sweet and attentive partners. It was amazing to hear the change in Nora's tone, the haughty, mocking vixen replaced by Pyrrha's cheerful, highly-excitable friend, eager to make sure her Renny enjoyed himself.
Slipping out of the motel room, she saw her boyfriend leaning nervously against her car. She'd have run up to him, but, again, her legs were too uncertain to make sure she could actually do it without toppling over. But she darted over to him as quickly as she could, wrapping him in a joyful hug.
She gave Jaune a long kiss, whispering a grateful thank you into his ear as he held her in his (slightly embarrassed) arms. Gazing into her boyfriends embarrassed, concerned eyes, she knew he had to be reassured that he'd done the right thing. "That was so hot," she told him, "I hope you were having as much fun with Nora as it looked!"
Of course, Jaune gave her a guilty look. "Are you- are you sure this was-"
"Jaune!" she laughed, "It's just fantasy. I still love you, and I know you love me."
He was such a sweetie, but it was work sometimes to get him to realize that she wanted this. But still... it meant a lot that he was willing to take this opportunity dropped into their laps from out of the blue. The usual when it came to Nora, she wryly mused. She was so damn grateful for her friend---only Nora could see what Pyrrha was afraid to admit she needed and punch right through to make sure Pyrrha got it.
Giving him another kiss, this time holding him tight in her arms, Pyrrha took a moment to appreciate how sweet her boyfriend was. "But if there was one thing I'd change..." she said with a smirk, "I mean... did you have to let Nora push you around so much? I want to make sure that bitch knows that my boyfriend is more of a stud than she can handle!"
After all, she owed Nora a thank you for the next time she and Jaune booped... and she knew Nora would love getting properly broken in half on Jaune's dick!
"So," Coco asked, testily, "Did anyone have a good date last night?"
"Sun was nice," Velvet mumbled, politely, "Even though he... spent most of the date talking about Blake..."
"I didn't exactly have a good time with Bolin," Blake shot back, taking Velvet's comment as an accusation, "I don't think we had a single thing in common, as much as Penny's 'perfect dating algorithm' insisted that we were a match."
Discovering that Penny was an android had been a... surprise. But one that Ruby insisted shouldn't lead them to treating her as anything other than their friend. And, frankly, a lot about Penny suddenly made sense now that they knew she wasn't exactly like most girls. So the four of them made sure that Penny felt just as welcome as any flesh and blood girl.
Which Penny had been very grateful for, and she'd promised to pay them back for their kindness. That she chose to do, well, basically online matchmaking for them had been a very... Penny idea, but it was sweet of her, and she had insisted that her matchmaking algorithm was a modified use of her supercomputer-level mind matched with both Atlesian military-grade profiling software and came with a guarantee of long-term compatibility.
And while Yang had still been more than a little skeptical, a date was a date, and she had to admit, she was a little curious who Penny would end up pairing her with. And her faith had been rewarded when Penny handed her back her selection card.
She smirked. "Well, I, for one, had a-"
"It was terrible," Weiss interrupted, shooting a glare at Yang, "And I don't need you making up stories to-"
"I saw you and Yang making out on the bench by the Bullhead dock," Coco replied as Yang couldn't help but laugh.
"Sh-shut up!" Weiss protested, turning a furious red. Damn, she was adorable when she was flustered!
"Ummm..." Jaune mumbled and Yang looked at him with an interested eye. As funny as it was to see Weiss try to put the genie back in the bottle, Jaune's answer was going to be interesting. After all, Ruby, Velvet, and Pyrrha (the one person to not submit a dating profile to Penny, how interesting) had a serious interest in the doof. She was all ears to hear about how his night went. "I, um, I kind of had fun?" he blushed.
"Oh?" Blake said, ears perked up, "Who'd you get?"
Jaune just chuckled, "Well, um, I actually got Penny, who I didn't think was an option, but-"
"Hold on a second," Weiss interrupted, "Blake was paired with Bolin. Coco with Ciel, Ruby with Roy, Velvet with Sun, and I had Yang... were we all just matched alphabetically?"
"Penny wouldn't do that!" Jaune protested, "She insisted it was all by algorithm and-"
"No, she didn't match everyone alphabetically," Yang cut in with a smirk, "Because I know that Neptune and May were also paired up," boy, had that been a mistake, "which means that there was one couple where they just happened to not be the next in the alphabet... a name starting with a J and a P... one of whom happened to be-"
"Penny- Penny wouldn't do that, right?" Ruby asked with a laugh, though sounding like she was trying to convince herself more than the rest of the table.
A table that certainly wasn't being convinced, judging from the way fists were clenching in anger all around them. Seems that Penny might have had a more devious side than anyone thought... though a surprisingly lazy one. Though, Yang rationalized, that could just be inexperience. Not often an android had to lie after all.
But more worryingly, Yang watched as all the silverware started to inch towards a certain extremely dangerous lunatic who happened to be obsessed with Jaune Arc. And she also heard a real sign of the apocalypse: Nora was being the voice of reason.
"Just breathe," she whispered to Pyrrha, "It's okay, I'm sure it wasn't-"
"Salutations!" the last voice that should have been heard today, much less massively exploding right behind Yang, "I hope your algorithmically provided partners are proving to be-"
"Cut the shit," Weiss growled, a... shocking shift in tone and vocabulary to hear, "We've been discussing your algorithm and we don't buy that you really matched us based on anything other than our names!"
Penny, though, just cocked her head quizzically. "But Friend Weiss, according to my records, you spent 45 minutes engaging in-"
"DOES EVERYBODY KNOW ABOUT THAT?" Weiss exploded, then realized what she'd just said. Blushing furiously, she looked away, unwilling to admit that Yang had given her the best night of her life.
And, if she played her cards right, Yang figured she could give her another night like that...
"To answer your question-"
Yang cut her off. "She doesn't actually want an answer. Rhetorical question."
"Oh, I see! Thank you!"
"Actually, Penny..." Blake asked, her voice a half-inch below "murderous," "I was wondering if I could know more about this 'algorithm' of yours and how it selected our romantic partners..."
Penny just smiled, like she always did. Even after Pyrrha cut her hand right off, she just congratulated her on successfully disarming her---which Yang would have given points for the pun if she hadn't been so... normal about it. "I am afraid that that information is wholly proprietary to the Atlas military and I cannot disclose any information at this time."
"Really?" Coco said, "Cause we're really starting to think that-"
"I can assure you," Penny replied with what sounded like menace creeping into her voice... made all the more terrifying by how unnatural it sounded to hear Penny be threatening, "your pairings were made within a 99% confidence interval of lifetime happiness. For instance, last night, Jaune and I discovered that we were clearly soulmates and it was mathematically impossible for us to be happy with anyone else."
"Is that so..." Pyrrha growled, fingernails digging into the table.
Penny seemed to realize what was about to happen. "In fact, the algorithm is recommending that Boyfriend Jaune and I have a followup date right now. Immediately."
"Oh, um," Jaune blushed, "I know the algorithm's important, Pen, but we should really-"
"Excellent!" she cheered, "That qualifies as consent."
"Wait, whaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Jaune screamed, a rather unmanly scream in Yang's opinion, even if justified, as Penny grabbed him by the shoulders and, activating her rocket boots, flew off, Jaune in tow.
Yang had long since learned that "unexpected" was a relative term when it came to Penny Polendina, but that had been unexpected!
They were all quiet for a little while, nobody sure enough of what just happened to say much of anything, just shooting each other bewildered glances. Well, Ren was just eating breakfast, having taken a "whaddya gonna do?" attitude towards the whole situation since last night. Smart man. But a handful of girls started to tense, and Yang knew where this was headed.
Pyrrha stood up from the table.
"I'm going to kill her," she declared. "I am going to kill her."
Yang tried to intervene. "Maybe... you shouldn't?"
It wasn't her best effort.
"No." And now Ruby was speaking in a tone of voice Yang had never heard her use before. "I think Pyrrha might just have the right idea."
He'd never complain about a Bullhead flight again.
Motion sickness had just been redefined for Jaune. Hurtling through the air at the gods only knew what speeds, a robotic arm clutching him tight as his stomach did loop-de-loops (thankfully, he hadn't had a chance to eat any breakfast yet, or it would certainly be on the floor right now) and his mind struggled to trust that there was stable ground beneath him.
As the ground stopped rocking underneath him, Jaune started to realize that he was... was he in the Emerald Forest? Except- except there was a bed right there. A heart-shaped bed and... oh... Jaune was starting to put some of the pieces together.
"I hope you enjoyed last night as much as I did, Boyfriend Jaune!"
Their date had actually been really good, at least, Jaune had thought so. Penny was clearly very nervous, a shocking change in character from the android's usual cheerfully-forward personality, but seeing her fidget in her dress was actually really cute. And dinner was nice, she was an impressively talented dancer, and... the way she just looked so happy after he gave her a goodnight kiss outside her dorm room had meant all the world to Jaune.
Could have gone his whole life without seeing what Ciel Soleil's death glare looked like, much less seeing it directed right at him, but it wasn't a bad enough ending to erase the rest of what had been a wonderful night.
So, yeah, even if Penny had basically kidnapped him and made him experience flight from an even more horrifying way, he had to agree---he'd enjoyed the date!
"Yeah," he said, unable to keep a smile off his lips, "I had a lot of fun."
And damn if her smile at hearing that didn't just raise Jaune's mood enough to forgive the whole kidnapping.
"Ever since you've kissed me, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I've dedicated almost 30% of my memory processes to analyzing and re-analyzing the kiss and I've realized that my standard system diagnostics and data processing algorithms are unable to fully understand the experiences I've just had. Therefore, I have needed to upgrade my approach, and I am fully convinced that this new course of action will result in a 230% increase in my daily satisfaction and pleasure values!"
Okay.
She was starting to sound a little scary...
"Well," Jaune said with a laugh he hoped sounded disarming, "I've been thinking a lot about you, too, Pen." He didn't miss how her eyelashes fluttered at the nickname, and he certainly didn't miss the heavy-lidded look she was giving him right now. "And I had a really good time with you last night, but I do have to ask, um, why did you bring me... wherever we are?"
"Oh!" she laughed, "How silly of me! I had completely forgotten to tell you that the algorithm has informed me that we have reached the optimal point for the two of us to take our relationship to the next level."
"Uh, Penny, I'm not sure-"
"The algorithm has a 99% confidence interval!"
Jaune didn't know statistics well enough to be able to contest that. As Penny had pointed out, he'd picked out their restaurant based on an app's algorithmic prediction of what would work for his parameters, and it had worked out. And his scroll was always giving him music recommendations based on the music he already enjoyed. And if he trusted those algorithms, it only made sense to trust an algorithm that used the most powerful computers in the world.
Jaune couldn't really disagree with her logic.
"Okay..." he said, slowly.
"Sensational! You'll be happy to know that I've created a profile for you to better create a targeted user experience for our imminent coupling!"
"I... what?"
But Penny took little notice of his confusion. "Hacking your browser history and collecting biometric data from you, I have been able to use the algorithm, to optimize my appearance into your ideal woman, vis a vis sexual attractiveness."
"You hacked my-"
"Do not worry, Boyfriend Jaune! I immediately wiped my memory of what I saw after incorporating your interests into shaping my appearance into a Boyfriend Jaune targeted user experience!"
That... that did not clarify Jaune's bigger issue, or any of the other big issues this raised, but at the same time, there was another question he had to ask.
"You, uh," Jaune searched for his words, "you look the same?"
Penny smiled at him. "Wow, it seems to be that your ideal woman happens to already be me! How sweet of you, and what a strong---and incontrovertible---piece of evidence that we are truly meant for each other. I can say with the highest degree of confidence that we were always meant to be and we should immediately discard any and all doubts we might be having!"
Jaune was not necessarily the smartest Huntsman, and, yeah, Weiss's assessment of him was probably more accurate than not, but he was very much putting the pieces together on what was going on here, and that this was not the best situation to be in.
"Penny," he tried to sound sympathetic, "I really do like you, and you're a very nice girl, but this algorithm... is it real, or are you just-"
"I apologize, Boyfriend Jaune," she interrupted him, "But I have just been notified by my automatic tracking routines that, judging from your accelerated heart rate, I have calculated that the present moment is ideal for coitus, as a means to confirm our relationship forever!"
Jaune was about to say something, but then all of Penny's clothes were suddenly incinerated and there she was... standing before him... totally... gloriously... naked.
A piece of Jaune's mind that wasn't drowned in teenage hormones was reminding him that the look on her face was utterly terrifying, but that warning had no effect, because Jaune sure as shit wasn't looking at Penny's face.
"It is highly recommended that, at this time, you also remove all clothing that might be an impediment to our engagement in sexual congress."
"Uhhhhhhhh..." Jaune's mouth hung open for a second. Holy shit, why the fuck was the Atlas combat android so fucking hot? Her breasts were shapely teardrops, topped with perfect pink nipples, and they quickly took over any part of his mind that wasn't already gawking at her.
"Yeah... I'll... do that..." Jaune agreed.
"I can assist!"
In a flash, Penny had precisely sliced off all of Jaune's clothing with her swords, which was terrifying, but also... damned if the adrenaline wasn't doing anything other than making Jaune more turned on.
"Boyfriend Jaune: do you accept my terms and conditions as well as consent to engaging in a mutually-beneficial sexual experience?"
"Ummm... yes?"
"Sensational!"
She grabbed him by his arms and threw him on the bed, where she quickly pounced... or at least, she started to pounce. She froze in mid lunge, and Jaune followed her eyes to what killed her normally absolute confidence.
Her eyes were wide and focused entirely on Jaune's dick with a nervous energy. "It's so- so much more than my data files suggested! I- I couldn't- couldn't possibly fit this in-inside me!"
Jaune might not be the most on-the-ball student at Beacon, and he was starting to learn that he didn't know a damn thing about women, but... Jaune could definitely tell that he needed to take an active role in this.
"Pen," he said softly, stroking his, well, girlfriend's cheek, "It's alright... we can take this slow for your first time. We'll take it at your pace."
In spite of what Yang frequently suggested, Jaune wasn't a virgin. And looking at Penny, who'd gone through the whole process of creating a fake dating service just to try and ask him out... this wasn't a mechanical android, this was a girl. A girl with a crush who wasn't sure how to express it. And Jaune felt an inescapable pull of desire to give her a perfect first time.
"The first thing we have to do is make sure you're wet-"
"I can activate my lubrication subroutines!"
Jaune chuckled. "We could... but let's do things the old-fashioned way..."
Penny nervously nodded, and now it was Jaune's turn to guide her onto the bed. Spreading her legs, he lowered his head, admiring how symmetrical her labia was. He had to admit, it was almost a little off to see one so precisely crafted, but everything about Penny was a little off, and Jaune only cared for her more for it. He began with a gentle kiss. "This is called oral," he explained, as he let his tongue start exploring her slit, testing what sensitive points he could find.
"It- it feels... good, it- Oh- oh!" she gasped as he started to tickle her clit, "Y-yes, this feels well within expected parameters of sexual pleasure!"
Within parameters? Well, Jaune thought with a grin, I could see about changing that.
"I- I... oh, yes, I had analyzed s-such practices in my assessment o-of sexuAAAAALLLAAAAAAAH!" she squealed as Jaune interrupted her with a sudden, unexpected assault, sucking on her clit as he slipped a finger into her pussy. The suddenness of his attack caught Penny utterly off guard and Jaune felt confident that he was above the "expected parameters" right now. Running his finger up and down the bumpy ridges of Penny's vaginal walls, he traced what got a reaction and mercilessly teased his inexperienced girlfriend where he found her weaknesses.
It didn't take much to get her ready, but Jaune was savoring the sensation of so overwhelming his partner, and, as a mediocre student at Beacon... he had to admit, he enjoyed the pride he was feeling in his abilities. Perhaps most of it came from Penny's inexperience, but the way she was squealing from his ministrations was something to take a deep satisfaction in.
"I- I-" she was panting now, struggling against Jaune's talents, "Oh, J-Jaune, c-can we- oh, I- oh, p-please give it to me! You're d-driving my sy-systems crazy!"
Well, perhaps he'd teased her enough. Wiping her juices off his face, Jaune lay down on the bed beside his girlfriend and gestured for her to straddle him. He looked into Penny's eyes, that adorable combination of nervousness and lustful desire reminding Jaune that he was a damn lucky man.
With gentle guidance, he gripped her hips and positioned her over his rock-hard cock---which had both enjoyed the teasing and hated Jaune for delaying this moment. Pressing his head against her slit, Penny moaned as she felt it push her open, sliding in.
"Oh-" she gasped, "Oh, oh, oh!" Every inch of his dick making her soft voice go higher and her mouth a wider O shape as she felt him slowly slide inside her. She was so wet, and even with her nervousness, her tight pussy gave way easily for his dick to easily push into her.
By the time she'd reached the base of his cock, Penny's voice was just a gasp, her hands planted on Jaune's chest, her eyes wide with disbelief at the sensations she was feeling.
Well, Jaune could sympathize---Penny was incredible, so tight, the muscles of her pussy squeezing and massaging his cock even as the rest of Penny was frozen in amazement. But he couldn't let her do all the work...
Starting with a slow, gentle roll of his hips, Jaune began thrusting into Penny, making her rise and fall and, soon, she was moving in time with him. As she joined in, Jaune started picking up the pace, making his thrusts more powerful, taking her deeper as Penny matched his movements, humping his dick with an increased, passionate need.
But Jaune knew he had to step up his game further, gripping her hips with his hands and really giving it to her, making Penny squeak and gasp as he started pounding her, their hips bucking against each other as Jaune's dick slammed into her pussy.
"You like this?" he asked with a laugh.
But Penny was almost completely disordered. "M-my sensors a-aren't- OH! Th-they can't keep up! B-Boyfriend Jaune! My puh-pleasure sensors c-can't keep pace!"
"That's good!" Jaune panted, "Just let go and let it overwhelm you!"
Penny gasped as she took Jaune's advice. The two of them let go of control as they rolled in perfect sync---not the precise, mechanical synchronization Penny was surely capable, but something deep and loving as the two of them explored their bodies. Penny's palms were flat on Jaune's pecs as her hands began to squeeze and massage them in time with her pussy's walls squeezing his dick. It demanded all of his Huntsman's discipline not to just release in her velvety embrace, but Jaune held on. He was, after all, a gentleman, and knew that he had to let Penny reach her climax first. But she was making it difficult for him, and Jaune's hands were making it harder. They slid down, no longer gripping her hips but cupping the gentle curve and softness of his girlfriend's ass, stroking and kneading it as she brought him to heaven. And through all of it, Penny's green eyes were wide with disbelief.
Jaune memorized her face, counting every freckle, every sweat-slicked strand of orange hair as she rocked back and forth on him, her breasts swinging as he fucked her, and struck by a sudden, overriding desire, he wrapped his arms around Penny and pulled her close to his chest, squashing her warm, soft breasts against him.
Penny wasn't able to handle it. Jaune could scarcely handle it himself.
"Jaune! Oh, JAUNE! Guh- GODS!" Penny screamed as she gushed with her orgasm.
Her face was frozen in an expression of ecstatic disbelief, an inability to process her sensations as she came before she toppled forward onto Jaune's chest, giggling softly as her system (possibly literally) rebooted.
Jaune gently guided her off of him and cuddled his girlfriend while she caught her breath and got her thoughts in order. Lying together on the bed, Jaune stroked his android girlfriend's hair. It was an... unusual experience, but that was what experiences with Penny were generally like. And it was a good one, which, well, that was what experiences with Penny were generally like. Something Jaune knew he was going to have a lot more of.
He kissed her, gently, on the forehead. "How are you feeling."
"Sensational..." she said in a happy murmur.
"Took the words right out of my mouth," he chuckled.
"Boyfriend Jaune?" she said, a sudden insistence in her voice, "I- I just- I, I- I love y-"
Suddenly, her eyes flashed... red? And Penny... paused for a moment. And then her smile got a little wider.
"Boyfriend Jaune?" she asked, licking her lips, "I suddenly had the most sensational idea!"
She was supposed to be nice to Penny.
Everyone was telling Pyrrha that all the time. Oh, nobody was saying it in so many words, nobody was mad at her, everyone was careful to reassure her that it wasn't Pyrrha's fault for cutting Penny's hand off and revealing that she was an android to the world. They just... clearly were worried how they should handle the whole "cut her hand off" business.
But then Penny made a move on Jaune.
And Pyrrha was wondering if cutting her hand off again would be enough for her revenge.
Fortunately, someone owed Pyrrha a big favor.
A quick message to Cinder Fall and Pyrrha had a very specific and particular program on her scroll. Pyrrha had, at first, thought Cinder was a dangerous woman, attempting to make a move on Jaune, but, thankfully, it turned out that she was infiltrating Beacon for wholly different reasons, trying to acquire an ancient magical power for the enemy of all life. But since she had no interest in Jaune, Pyrrha didn't particularly mind, and was even happy to pass along some info to Cinder in exchange for the favor she just cashed in.
A full schematic of Penny Polendina came up, along with a list of the access codes for her software updates. And while Pyrrha wasn't much of a coder, there was a simple enough command line for instructions to leave embedded in Penny's consciousness. She had three primary directives written as basic enough rules to keep her from massacring everyone, and Pyrrha could add another fairly easily.
Yes, Penny had a soul and was a wholly realized living being, but she had stolen Jaune. It was this or murder, so Pyrrha didn't feel particularly bad for what she was about to do. And, really, considering she could just switch her off for good, giving her a fourth directive, such as one where Penny was to realize that she was a submissive bisexual with a particular fantasy to lick Pyrrha's boots clean with a dildo shoved up her ass as she begged for forgiveness for being such a boyfriend-stealing cunt was not just a merciful plan, it was a downright enjoyable one!
One could even call it sensational.
"You alright there, Weiss?"
Weiss fidgeted uncomfortably. She didn't want Ruby's concern, but she couldn't deny that she wasn't comfortable. "It's just my bra," she mumbled, "It's been bugging me recently." She was sharing a tent with the rest of her team as they traveled across Mistral, which was nice, but, somehow, she had even less privacy than when she just shared a dorm with them.
"That's because you're wearing the wrong bra size," Blake added, as though her opinion had been asked.
Weiss reflexively covered her chest in scandalized surprise. "Blake!" she shouted, "That's really invasive and-"
"And you're wearing the wrong bra size!" Blake interrupted. "Come on, you'd be surprised how many women don't realize they're wearing the wrong size. It's a real, feminist issue! You're not an A cup, but because you haven't been measured, so-"
"My clothes are custom tailored!" Weiss protested, "I would know what my size is, okay?"
"So what," Yang asked, "you're saying they just grew overnight? Well, it's a good effort, but..." and she thrust her own chest out for emphasis, "your bee stings have got a long way to go, Weiss Sheet."
She was about to rebut that insult, but she was stopped by a thought. Her bras had started becoming uncomfortable basically overnight. It was after her encounter with Cinder. She hadn't noticed it, because she had a lot more to think about, what with very nearly dying, but that was the other thing---she'd been the first beneficiary of Jaune's Semblance! His Aura Amp, as he was calling it, had saved her life, and, she had to admit, made her feel incredible. It was a warm, comforting sense, like getting hugged when she was a little girl. She didn't want to admit it, but she wanted him to give her another boost, just to have that feeling again.
But the bigger issue, she now realized, is that maybe it had more effects... like that. She did remember feeling very warm in, well, her... bosom. And, if it made her boobs a little bigger...
Weiss bit down and took a deep breath. She needed to focus. She needed to not say or do anything stupid. Fortunately, Blake and Yang were now arguing about something stupid, so the attention was off her. And so Weiss could just... put the matter aside
But, oh, she'd always fantasized about having bigger breasts. She was always so envious of how her sister had been blessed with a generous pair, and yet, the genetic dice didn't roll her way. She felt getting surgery was just... shallow, and she knew that her outside looks weren't more important than what was on the inside, but she wanted bigger boobs for herself.
She wanted to squeeze them in her hands, feel her fingers sink into the soft titflesh as she massaged and kneaded herself. She wanted to stick one of her own, cute, frosty pink nipples into her mouth and suck on them. Weiss wanted to have Yang look at her and for her to be the one that felt like she was less of a woman than Weiss was!
And if Jaune could do that for-
Nope, she was not going down that line. Sure, he'd saved her life, and they'd both come around to friendship, but there was absolutely no need for her to do anything awkward. Anything that might make things a little too weird. After all, Ruby had a crush on him and she wasn't going to steal-
No, that was not- not at all what she was thinking! But if... breast development was a side effect from Jaune's Semblance, well, he had to use it anyways, right? And he'd need help in that, right? An unexpected side effect like this could cause real problems! So it was a training thing, really, not an... not that sort of thing. Yes, it was just training.
That was all it was.
"Okay, so run this by me again?"
She huffed, tapping her foot impatiently. "Your Semblance," she began, "we know it amplifies aura, healing, and other people's Semblances, but it seems to have other effects, specifically with body plasticity."
"Um... like what?" Jaune asked.
Ugh, he wasn't getting it. Weiss didn't understand why he wouldn't just get with the program and let her test his Semblance without all of these questions. Because now, things were awkward, and Weiss hated that. Especially because she knew it would get more awkward as she explained it! "Um, well... your Semblance, well, it may have... " she dropped her voice to a bare whisper, "it made my breasts bigger."
Jaune stared at her. And stared at her. And his eyes ever so slightly darted down to her chest, but then went right back to staring straight at her. "What."
"Well, they're bigger now- you don't have to look!" she shrieked, and he looked away, chastened, as she folded her arms across her chest, "But... yeah. They're bigger, and they got bigger after you used your Semblance."
He was still staring at her. "You... you really think it's not... just a growth spurt?"
She huffed. "Yes, I don't think it's a growth spurt. I think it's your Semblance, and if I wasn't absolutely sure it was your Semblance, I wouldn't have started this extremely awkward conversation."
Rubbing his chin, Jaune mused, "I mean... I guess it amplifies aura, which promotes healing, which could do some... I dunno, something to help reshape a body? Is that... possible? Can aura do that?"
No, it couldn't, not by any known theories of aura, but Jaune's Semblance, like many Semblances, might just be its own thing. So she shrugged. "Let's just do some tests and see what works?"
He extended his hand, and she placed her arm in his grasp. He closed his eyes, and she did as well, and then she felt... she felt the warmth of his aura surge and flare and then... ignited her own. Gods, it felt wonderful! And as Weiss felt that rush of power as her aura was amplified, she focused her mind on a single thought: Give me bigger boobs.
And then she felt... yes, it was like a pressure, a tightness in her chest that was... like she realized her body wasn't made of flesh, but rubber... rubber that was growing soft and flexible as her will pushed it and, oh, oh, oh, this was starting to feel good, feeling her bra strap grow tighter against her back and the feel of her shirt getting pulled up as she-
And suddenly, she snapped back to reality, her eyes fluttering open in surprise. "Wh- what happened?"
"It..." Jaune was clearly astounded, "it... worked. Weiss your..."
She glanced down and... it had. She was easily a C cup now, with cleavage, and she realized that her bra was now far, far too tight on her. Reaching back, she popped it off, feeling the strap snap as she loosed it. It was... incredible. Jaune's Semblance... how much could it do? Could it be used to heal major injuries, or to improve their physical abilities, or any number of powerful, life-altering uses?
And then she realized... she didn't really care about any of that.
With a teasing smile, she locked eyes with Jaune as she reached up and popped the first button on her shirt. Then another. And then another. And then Jaune realized what she was doing as she slowly undressed.
"W-Weiss, what are youuuuu..." his voice trailed off as she cast off her now-useless bra and revealed her new pair. Cupping them in her hands, she marveled at how soft, and oh!, how sensitive they were to her touch... and how sensitive they would be to Jaune's touch...
"Isn't this what you've always wanted?" she giggled, "To get your hands all over your Snow Angel?"
She didn't even mind the formerly-hated nickname. She had tits now, and they felt amazing, bouncing them and hefting them and cupping them for Jaune. And he silently raised his hands and, as she eagerly nodded for him to proceed, he slowly, so very slowly, reached forward... and squeezed them.
She was panting now, aroused beyond imagination, the feel of his fingers sinking into her soft titflesh. She laughed gleefully as she begged him, "Make me bigger, Jaune! Bigger! Bigger than Yang!"
From the look on Jaune's face, she knew she must look frightening, a manic gleam in her eye as she forced his hands to her chest, but it felt so good to feel his hands on them, especially as she felt them expand! But he wasn't going to complain, not when he had his hands on her nice new titties, and what sort of boy wouldn't enjoy a girl begging him to play with her boobs? Especially when her boobies were becoming so nice and full and womanly now!
As Jaune squeezed down and pressed more of his aura into her, Weiss immediately came, gleefully soaking her panties from the sensation. Jaune looked at her in shocked amazement, but Weiss didn't care that a boy she'd never thought about romantically had just brought her to orgasm from playing with her tits. Gods, she had been wrong about Jaune! How had she never realized he was just about the sexiest man she'd ever met? She didn't even feel bad for stealing Ruby's little crush---Weiss was not passing this opportunity up!
No, she had only one thought on her mind as she caught her breath, giving Jaune a wild-eyed and predatory grin. More.
Yang wasn't that much of an angry person. At least, she didn't really think of herself like that.
She just was someone who had some reasonable expectations of how things ought to be. And when things weren't like that, she had every right to be a little annoyed. Like when Miss Tiny Tits suddenly shoots up four cup sizes on an insane growth spurt, giving both Blake and, as Yang was very annoyed to notice, her sister nosebleeds, and now she felt entitled to start borrowing Yang's bras! Or, to add insult to insult, saying things like, "They're a little snug, but they'll do for now." Yeah, Yang wasn't an angry person, but she was definitely feeling the rage right now!
Plus, right now, when they were all supposed to be gathering firewood, Weiss was nowhere to be found, and that was particularly galling. Like she felt that, now that her boobs had come in, she didn't have to work anymore---and if that was the case, then everybody had been freeloading off of Yang's good nature for far too long!
Frustrated, she made an excuse to Blake and Ruby so she could head back to camp. She really just needed to get away from everybody for a little bit to scream into the wilderness about how equally insane and unfair her life was, but when she made it back to camp, she realized that she wasn't the only one who had snuck back to the campsite for some privacy.
And that she now knew where Weiss was.
In the JNR tent.
Making some noise.
"Oh, yes, Jaune, yes! Grab them, please, squeeze them! Play with my titties, please, gods, they love you!"
Ah, yes, rage. That was what she was feeling. Rage at the universe but also, rage at Weiss and Weiss's stupid late growth spurt. Yang never really felt that much for Jaune---she leaned a little more towards the upper end of the Kinsey scale, and besides, Ruby liked him too much for Yang to want to sleep with him and make things awkward for her little sis---but now that she knew Weiss was throwing her brand new tits at him, she felt deeply betrayed by her fellow blond.
Weiss, however, felt no such reservations. "Gods, yes, use your magic hands, make me even bigger, Jaune! Bigger!" she squealed, and Yang suddenly realized that there was really only one reason why Weiss would be giving Jaune attention at all, much less sex, and that was if she was getting something from him. And from the sound of things, what he was offering her was her new-found status as the chestiest girl on the team.
Yang wasn't a patient planner, but once she'd overheard Weiss and Jaune's tryst, and the implications of Jaune's role in Weiss's recent wardrobe change, she knew she had to do something. And really, it was a rather straightforward plan. She just had to wait for the right time to strike.
Cornering Jaune was easy enough. Weiss was careless, letting her boytoy out of her sight and then, well, Yang was just substantially more forceful, not to mention, stronger and more intimidating, than Jaune was, so getting him back to his tent "to talk" wasn't really difficult.
"So, Jaune..." she purred, running her fingers up his chest, "I've noticed you and Weiss have gotten very... close, recently."
"I-it's, uhhh," Weiss may have surpassed her in volume, but Yang far exceeded her in knowing how to make her cleavage very distracting, "we- we're not... doing... things."
Eloquent. She smirked. "I've also heard that your Semblance," and she pressed herself against him, "can really help a girl like me out."
"Wh- what! I d-don't! Don't know what you're t-talking... a-about..." his voice grew weak as she slowly licked her lips and made her intentions very clear.
"Oh, don't worry, I am more than happy to repay you for the favor," she said in a breathy voice. And she pushed him onto his cot as she helped pull his pants off of him. "Oh my..." she playfully gasped as lil' Crocea Mors came out to play, and seeing how happy he looked, mama had done a good job getting Jaune worked up.
Yang was more than a little worked up herself, between the naughty thrill of stealing Weiss's boyfriend, or whatever he was to her, combined with her competitive side and the sense that Jaune could somehow make her already impressive rack even more amazing? Oh yes, Yang was wet and ready and she was ready to give Jaune amazing sex.
And yeah, Yang wasn't a patient girl. With Jaune's dick out and Yang's pussy feeling lonely, she wasn't exactly going to spend time on foreplay. But as she slid down the length of Jaune's cock, Yang realized two things: First, that maybe her competitive nature leads her to do things she probably should think about, and second, that Jaune's cock felt amazing in her pussy. Gods, it was good! It wasn't just his length or girth, once he started thrusting, Yang could tell that Jaune was just good at sex! Which underscored how critical it was for Yang to keep this boytoy where he could be best appreciated: in her hands. And mouth. And pussy.
But she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that. "Oh, you lucky, lucky man," she sighed as she rolled her hips, letting Jaune drill her deep in just the right place, "I bet you used to dream about this at Beacon, huh?" She smiled as the look on his face suggested yes. "Of course you did---all the boys did. But only you, mmm, only you actually got to bang the Yang, you lucky, lucky man." But now it was time to seal the deal. "And all you have to do..." she purred, leaving it clear what he ought to do next.
He placed his hands on her boobs, giving them a nice, firm squeeze and she whispered, "Do it, Jaune, use your- oh!"
He activated his Semblance, and she moaned as she rode his cock, the surge of aura mingling with the pleasure of her erogenous zones and oh that lovely pressure in her chest, the feeling of her tits swelling. They were expanding, like balloons, becoming even bigger, even better! Yes! YES! Eat it, Weiss-cream! EAT IT! Oh she loved Jaune, loved loved loved- OH!
And she came, rocking and screaming as Jaune brought her to a joyful orgasm.
A few days ago, Jaune had considered himself, at best, lucky to be a part of the team. He was not as skilled as literally any of them (well, he could probably beat up Oscar, but he may or may not have crazy wizard powers that Jaune didn't want to test), he wasn't as much a leader as Ruby was turning out to be, and he just, generally, was there to be a strong back and another pair of hands. Occasional moral support for his friends in tough times. And, well, he'd come to accept that.
So he was really unprepared for the way that Weiss had him cornered in his tent and looking at him with a look of pure, desperate need. "Jaune..." she whined, "I wanna be bigger, Jaune. Bigger than Yang. I'll do anything..." she let the breathy implication hang.
Jaune's ability to resist had, in recent days, plummeted. Even though he knew this was probably a bad idea, that playing with both Weiss and Yang meant he was getting caught in something he already knew wouldn't end well, the look, that desperate needy look on Weiss's face, did a lot to shut his brain up.
But then as Weiss was pushing him onto the cot and moving his hands to her now-pleasantly plump chest, Yang, of course, burst in. "Oh, you bitch!" she spat.
Weiss spun around. "Yang!" she spat, venomously, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you'd decided you owned Jaune and his Semblance!"
Yang scoffed. "It's not who owns what, it's letting Jaune speak for himself. You know he doesn't want a mean, bossy girl who didn't value him until he had something you wanted!"
Weiss responded furiously. "Well, he doesn't want a girl who just uses him for- for sex! Jaune wants a sweet girl who loves him for-"
"Yeah, yeah," Yang cut her off, "you talk a pretty game, but you know you're no different from me. If he didn't have magic hands, you'd treat him just like you did at Beacon!"
And then they were in a full argument, both girls wildly accusing the other and making Jaune feel like he was caught in something he couldn't help and could only watch as everyone got hurt, with nothing he could do. Except... maybe he did? He grabbed both arguing girls by the wrist and pulled them towards him, feeling his aura flare up as he activated his Semblance.
"I've gotten pretty good at controlling my Semblance," he said, trying to sound as stern as he could, "so how about you tell me: what am I amplifying right now?"
Both girls looked at him in confusion, but that look was quickly replaced by alarm. Weiss looked flushed, Yang started to breathe heavily. "Oh gods," she moaned, "y-you're making us h-horny..."
He smiled. "Maximizing clitoral sensitivity and arousal, while not allowing you to get off."
It was a bluff. If they just pulled their hands away, he couldn't influence them any longer, and he certainly didn't know how to keep them from climaxing if they decided to just play with themselves. But he was counting on the fact that the girls weren't thinking straight, especially because they'd just gone from 0-100 horniness in a few seconds.
Fortunately, it seemed his bet was paying off. "Gods, Jaune!" Yang panted, ""I'll d-do anything, please, let me cum!"
Weiss was looking at him in desperation. "Please, Jaune, please, please, anything, please!"
He looked at them sternly. "You'll get along now?"
Yang practically had tears in her eyes as she cried, "Yes, oh, gods, yes!"
"Of course, Jaune!" Weiss squealed, "Whatever you want! I'll make out with Yang, I'll suck her titties, I'll do anything to make you happy!"
That... wasn't what he had meant, but seeing Yang fervently nod her agreement, well... yeah, no, there was no denying he was absolutely okay with this outcome. "Kneel," he commanded, and the two couldn't get on their knees fast enough. "No more fighting. No more competitions. Am I understood?" Unable to form words, to do much more than mewl helplessly, they both desperately shook their heads in agreement and submission. "Good. Then cum."
And they did. Explosively. Their eyes rolled up into the back of their heads as they screamed and crumpled to the floor.
Jaune wasn't sure what to do. Both of his, um, girlfriends were lying on the floor, unable to do much more than twitch and moan. Maybe he should get them a blanket? Or something?
But he didn't have much time to think before, without warning, Blake and Ruby tumbled through the tent flaps. They stared at each other for a second, Jaune trying to come up with some kind of explanation, an excuse for why half their team was passed out in his tent. But before he could even think of a word, they were upon him.
"Please, Jaune," Ruby begged, "It's not fair if you only give Weiss bigger boobies! I can be your girlfriend, too!"
"I-" a blushing Blake looked away, "I just want to, ungh, oh, Jaune, how are you doing this to me, oh, I just want to feel you change me! Make me into your dream girl, I want to be your slutty toy! "
Well, hearing them beg like that, he just didn't really have a choice there, did he?
Oscar had not expected that puberty would be hell.
Oh, he had learned to expect everything to be a lot more and a lot worse than he expected. When an immortal sorcerer crams himself into your brain as part of an endless cycle of reincarnation, you accept that some things are going to be weirder than you ever imagined. Also, more terrifying. It was a deeply unfair system, but he was the one who'd gotten stuck with it, so he decided to do it with his chin up and hoping for the best.
But he had thought puberty, awkward, horrible puberty, was the sort of thing that was already terrible and weird enough that it couldn't get worse.
Fool that he was.
Suddenly, four of the incredibly hot girls that basically surrounded him at every moment had somehow discovered a way to make their breasts just balloon in size. And because they were traveling, it meant that none of their clothes fit anymore, which meant that it was cleavage city everywhere he looked. And his hormone-fried mind was constantly seeing, imagining, or, on one occasion where he was so distracted by Yang, he tripped without realizing Ruby was right in front of him and got to be feeling those amazing, porn star tits.
But the worst part of it, the part that made him feel like, maybe, just maybe, he could see where Salem was coming from and why he might consider flipping sides to Team End-The-World, was the way all of those girls, and their absolutely gravity-defying racks, were constantly pressed against Jaune Arc.
Jaune. The one guy in the camp Oscar was fifty-fifty on whether he could beat him up.
Yep, he was pretty sure this was his villain origin story. And he wasn't certain that Ozpin would disagree.
It was good to have someone else in the house.
When Ozpin called to let her know that Ruby was being invited to attend Beacon two years early, Summer had been delighted, knowing that her little girl dreamed of following in her mother's footsteps as a Huntress, and Beacon was the best of the best. Under Ozpin's tutelage, she'd learn the power of her silver eyes, and she'd become the hero she and Tai had always wanted her to be. But... as Summer quickly realized, that meant that she became an empty nester two years earlier than expected. And in a house full of memories, it was quite lonely.
As a result, Summer became very aware of Beacon's schedule, especially when there were opportunities for her girls to come home. But while Ruby's homesickness was easy to ply her first year (Yang, she knew, prized her independence too much to fall for her mother's tricks), she quickly developed a life with her team in Vale, a reason to not want to go back home, and Summer knew that, lonely as she was, she didn't want to sabotage Ruby's social life for her own sake. Especially with how well it had gone! She had worried about how Ruby would fare at Beacon, if she would make friends, but every letter and photo she sent back home was just overflowing with other people, all from across Remnant. And Summer was so happy for her little girl.
Though... even as happy as she was, Summer still missed her dearly.
But this week, she was home. Home for five entire days, and Summer was thrilled. Thrilled beyond belief, and not just because Ruby was home. Oh no, there was a whole nother reason for her to be happy!
Ruby's social skills had exceeded Summer's wildest dreams: she had a boyfriend now.
And she brought him home to visit.
And Summer adored him.
She had no idea what Qrow was trying to warn her about. Jaune was a wonderful young man and she was so happy that Ruby had found someone who was so good to her, where they were both obviously infatuated with each other. Looking at them, it reminded her of her and her dear, departed Tai, only this time around, there were no meddlesome harpies standing in the way of their happiness together.
He was shy, and obviously trying to make a good first impression on his girlfriend's mother, and she loved how adorably nervous he was. She had mercilessly teased him about it and he just blushed and tried to deflect, but then Ruby started teasing him too, and Summer knew that she just adored this young man Ruby had brought home.
She was quite excited for tomorrow, to get to know him even better and see more of how he and Ruby clearly had their own little love language developing. Too excited, in fact, she really ought to have gone to sleep an hour ago, but her mind was just too overjoyed to let herself drift off to dreamland. They were quite... hold on a second...
That noise, that was... the creak of the door to Ruby's room---Summer was a skilled Huntress, even if she was mostly one in the classroom instead of the field, and her senses were finely tuned. In her normally-quiet house, she could clearly hear the heavy footsteps that could only be Jaune's... and then a noise that was certainly a kiss... and then the creak of bedsprings, and...
Oh no, they hadn't realized... it must have been when Summer had the heating redone, the vent that connected their rooms gave her perfect hearing of what was going on in Ruby's room! Something that had no reason to have come up before now, a-and if Jaune was in Ruby's room this late, then- then-
"Come on, Rubes... mwah, your mom's on the other side of the wall, mwah, she'll hear us."
"Don't worry, when mom's out, she's out. She can't hear anything." Oh no. Oh nooooooooo.
"You sound like you're trying to convince yourself more than me."
"M-maybe it's because I'm a naughty slut who can't help herself?"
Summer stifled a gasp, but she really couldn't believe... couldn't believe that her little Ruby would use such... language. Not that she judged, of course, when she still had her Tai, Summer was quite the kinky girl, but she never would have imagined her daughter would have inherited that from her.
"You keep, mwah, saying you'll change, mwah, but you're a dirtier girl every time we do this..."
"Is it my fault daddy creeps into my room at night to play with his li'l rosebud?"
She heard Jaune give a muted gasp. Not too different from what Summer was trying to hold back. "Oh, is that the game you want to play in your childhood bedroom?"
"Is that... too much?"
Jaune chuckled, "Not at all." Gods, he was so sweet and supportive and she really shouldn't be listening to this!
But... she didn't stop, no more than they did. "Mmmmm, did you have another nightmare?" Jaune asked in a fatherly tone.
"I did, daddy," Ruby whined in a little girl voice that Summer... was shocked to hear her daughter use , but more so... how it made her shift a little in bed, her heart beating faster.
"Do you want to tell daddy about it?"
Ruby sniffled. She was... quite the actress, it seemed. "Oh, daddy, I dreamed that mommy caught us and then you couldn't play with your Ruby anymore! I was so scared, daddy!"
"There, there," she could hear Jaune pulling her daughter close, muffling her tears against his, mmm, big, strong chest, "you know I'd never leave my little Ruby behind."
"But what if she made you?" Ruby asked, an acrid tone in her voice.
"Don't worry, rosebud, if it came down to you or your mother," and she could practically hear the roguish grin in his voice, able to make her swoon from an entire room away, "you know I'll always choose you."
"You- you mean it? You'd pick me over mommy?"
"Always, rosebud."
And then she heard Ruby giggle as her bed started to creak, and then she heard the familiar gasps and moans and, oh, the shaking of two people making love.
They were... they were fucking. She was listening to her daughter having sex with her boyfriend and it was such a turn-on! She couldn't help herself, it was just too good! Her fingers, wholly acting with a mind of their own, were suddenly groping and teasing her body shamelessly as she listened to the two lovers joyfully go at it.
"Oh daddy!" she heard Ruby squealing in delight, "you're so big!"
She shouldn't... she really shouldn't be doing... any of this, but she couldn't- couldn't help herself! Her fingers danced across her sensitive spots as she struggled not to make a noise and listened to her little girl get drilled by her boyfriend.
And it felt so good! One of the few benefits to living alone was that her masturbation had become quite a bit more active and involved, but the shame of what she was doing... it just turned her on more! She could hear Ruby's cute little gasps getting faster and faster, and Summer realized her own muffled gasps were making a chorus with her little girl as they both got closer and closer to- closer and- closer- tooooooooaaaaUGGGH!
Panting and gasping, she prayed they couldn't hear her as well as she could hear them. But it seemed that her cover was safe, and soon enough, all she could hear with Jaune and Ruby cuddling each other in the blissful afterglow of amazing sex. She felt a little bit jealous, but only the slightest bit---even if it had been a very long time since she'd been with a man (and it seemed like Ruby had found quite a man!), she was so much more happy for her daughter than she was jealous of her.
"When we first met," Jaune laughed, "you were the most innocent thing under the sun, talking about cookies and heroism and then you spend six months dating Blake and now you're like this."
"Hey!" Ruby protested, but then her voice took on a saucy tone, "You sure don't mind when I tell you all about what I learned from Blake..." She giggled and yelped as Jaune evidently started groping her. Or, at least, that's what Summer could so clearly picture, the blond stud running his hands all over her sweet little girl... but Ruby kept talking, "The daddy kink... that was all me, though. I hope you don't think I'm weird for it?"
"You're not weird at all, Ruby," he said, his voice so strong and reassuring that Summer couldn't help but feel so happy that her daughter found someone like this. "I'm happy you think I'm someone you can share your kinks with."
"I just think incest is... kind of hot?" And Summer's eyes went very wide.
"Mmmm, if you're thinking of proposing a threesome with Yang... yeah, I don't think anyone could turn that down."
"Oh? Why do you think I meant Yang? Don't think I didn't see how you were looking at my mom, you dirty boy." And Summer's eyes went even wider. "She's a total MILF, right? Don't lie to me."
"Gods, Ruby," he mock-complained, "How many times do you think we can do it in a night?"
"Mmmm, wouldn't it be hot if my mom slipped in... and started licking your cum out of my cunt?" Summer discovered just how wide her eyes could go! "Wouldn't you like to fuck my mom's pussy while she ate out her baby girl's snatch? Mmmm, or would it be hotter if it was vice-versa?"
Summer's heart beat faster as Jaune seemed to realize this wasn't a joke. "Whoa, Ruby, I never... didn't think you were into that..."
A sudden nervousness burst into Ruby's voice. "You don't think it's weird, do you?"
"It's just a fantasy," he reassured her, "I'll never judge you for what turns you on. And yeah... it does sound totally hot."
Just a fantasy... well... they didn't know she'd heard them, and... Summer started pondering something she really ought not ponder, but... well, they did both think it was hot...
Gazing out the window, Jaune was amazed by how peaceful Ruby's childhood home was. It felt like they were in a quiet retreat, a place isolated from the outside world, not his girlfriend's mom's place. Though that reminded him...
Gods, Ruby had been eager last night... When he first arrived, he'd helped carry her bags into her childhood bedroom, marveling at how Ruby-ish it was, with her action figures and diagrams for Crescent everywhere, and she'd pounced. He practically had to restrain her, to tell her that she couldn't do anything until late at night, when they were absolutely certain her mom was asleep.
And considering what they did when they finally did do it... Jaune shuddered to imagine what the consequences would be if they were overheard. He had not thought, when Ruby had asked him out, that he'd be having marathon sex with the single kinkiest girl he'd ever met, but, and he grinned to remember some of her more... ambitious escapades, he'd certainly enjoyed discovering it.
"Good morning, Jaune."
"Oh! G-good morning, Mrs. Rose!" he said, a little too loudly, as though he was trying to distract her from, what, reading his mind?
"Please, Jaune, I told you yesterday, call me Summer," she purred.
She was showing a whole lot of cleavage, there. A whooooooole lot. Her tank top and skintight yoga pants were... holy shit was this what Ruby would look like in her forties? Holy shit.
Wait, no! Girlfriend's mom! Girlfriend's mom! EYES UP, MORON!
"I was wondering... has Ruby told you the secret to her silver eyes?" she asked, and Jaune was so damn thankful for the change in topic.
"Um... I know... there's a power behind them? She's mentioned you'll start training her in their use once they're awakened, but she hasn't said that much about what that power is."
"Oh, yes, that's certainly true, but... Well, the thing about her silver eyes..." she trailed off, "Oh? You're curious? Well, let's just say, satisfying a Rose woman is... quite a feat, Jaune." What? What? "A feat you seem to have handled most excellently..." and her hand went straight to his groin, where she brushed his already hardening dick.
"M-Mrs. Rose," he gasped.
"I said," she ran her fingers up his chest, "call me Summer... or do you prefer women who... know their place? I can assure you, Mr. Arc, I can be very, " she gave her voice a seductive purr, "agreeable..." and then she turned to walk away, giving her hips an incredibly sexy sway. "Just think about it," she suggested as she left his sight.
Oh, he'd think about it! He was thinking about- he was thinking- well, it was true! He was very much thinking about taking her up on her not-at-all subtle offer!
And what was worse, Ruby had gotten him primed to be thinking about it. She'd been teasing him about it every time his eyes weren't where they should be (but could she really blame him? Summer looked more like Ruby's big sis instead of her mom, her very curvy big sis, at that) and last night... oh, this was going to be hell, wasn't it? How on Remnant does someone explain to their girlfriend that their mom was hitting on them?
Especially when Jaune had no idea exactly where Ruby would go with that information!
Ruby giggled as she slipped a hand around her boyfriend's waist, enjoying the little yelp he made as she fondled him over his clothes.
"R-Ruby!" he scolded, "Your mother's in the other room!"
"Oh?" she purred, "Is that why you're so hard right now?"
He gave her a furious look. "Don't think you're not getting punished for this tonight."
"Mmmm, maybe I want to be punished... Maybe I really need my daddy to treat a naughty, misbehaving girl like the little slut she is."
"Ruby, I'm serious!" he protested, and Ruby, realizing that this wasn't a game, snapped right to business.
"What- what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, it's just..." he sighed, "Ruby, I think... I think your mother came on to me this morning."
At that, Ruby froze.
Jaune was clearly upset about it, but...
Was it so wrong that it turned her on?
Ruby knew that her fetish wasn't... normal, but it wasn't, like, a risk! Her family was all girls, so there was no risk of making a baby when she stole Yang's panties or masturbated to the thought of her mother breast feeding her. So there wasn't any harm, right? She'd just... spent most of her life growing up with just the three of them, being the "weird girl" at Signal and, before Jaune, she just thought... well, these were the people who loved her, would it be so bad if she... loved them?
She was terrified of being judged for it, so she always kept it quiet, kept her thoughts locked up, but Jaune... she trusted Jaune. Jaune never made her feel like she was anything other than a normal girl with normal knees, from her first meeting at Beacon to their early dating life! And letting it "slip" last night that she'd be in for a threesome... and not hearing Jaune say no...
This was her chance, wasn't it? Her opportunity. She couldn't- she couldn't allow herself to miss it! Time to be brave! Like a Silver-Eyed Warrior should be!
"Let me talk to her..." Ruby said, soothingly, "I'll figure out what's going on, but..." now or never, now or never, she leaned in to whisper, "I'm really thankful I have such a faithful boyfriend who wasn't tempted by my hot mom."
Jaune blushed, and Ruby tried not to show her excitement. He was tempted... and she could work with that!
Giving her boyfriend a quick peck, she went to the other room to try and hope that everything worked out, just as she fantasized and wasn't the most awkward conversation of her life.
Well, she was her mother's daughter---they had 50% of her in common! Maybe she did have a shot at this...
"Hey, mom..." Ruby started slowly, as her mother turned from the stove, "I've got something... private to talk to you about."
She saw her mother's face fall, and Ruby was quick to add, "It's not- it's not a bad thing, just... did you," she swallowed, her voice going low, "did you make a pass at Jaune?"
Her mother looked down, ashamed. "Ruby, I- I didn't- I... I heard you last night and I got... I'm sorry, I'm just-"
"Do you want to share him?"
Her mother's eyes shot up from the floor. "Ruby!" she gasped, her voice a shocked whisper, "You can't- I can't-"
"He's so good in bed, and he's got stamina for days. If you want to... I know I can win Jaune over for it."
Her mom was so caught off guard by her daughter's... open lechery that she could only just stare in response. But soon enough, Ruby realized that, even if her mind wasn't cognizant of what she wanted, her body knew, and her head began to nod yes at the promise of a hot, blond stud having his way with mother and daughter.
Ruby got a big smile across her face. "I'm so excited!" she clapped, "Oooh, here's what we're going to do! Over dinner..."
As Ruby detailed her plan, she saw her mother subconsciously lick her lips in wicked desire. Oh, this was going to be amazing. This was going to be good. This was going to be... everything she dreamed of.
Ruby said that she'd spoken to her mother, and that everything was figured out, and Jaune felt better to know that that awkwardness was past him.
Oof, it was one thing that his girlfriend's family was incredibly hot and very forward with him (gods, this was definitely the woman who raised Yang!), but another thing that Ruby constantly toed the line between being the most innocent little rosebud and the kinkiest girl he would ever meet. He never knew what the line between teasing and sincerity was with Ruby---probably more on the latter than the former---but damn was it hot to imagine... ah, hell, if he was picturing banging Ruby and her mom together already, he was liable to have a heart attack over dinner.
When he first started at Beacon, Jaune was almost certain he'd die from an Ursa's claws, or worse. Now he was facing the greatest test of his survival: his girlfriend's overcharged libido.
Well, it was a fair tradeoff for an amazing sex life that most men would kill to enjoy. But it was time to put those thoughts away---it was dinnertime, and Mrs. Rose was an excellent cook. Jaune really felt he ought to take a cold shower before he went down to dinner, but, he knew, the food would certainly make for a good distraction!
Over dinner,though, his prediction was proven both right and horribly wrong.
Yes, the food was delicious, a recipe passed down the Rose family line (Ruby's family traditions, especially from her mother's side, were very important, what with being an ancient bloodline of monster slayers), and the conversation was light and enjoyable. It was like all the awkwardness from this morning had passed and things were back to normal.
At least, at first.
It was a casserole for dinner, the kind of traditional Valean meal that suggested family dinners. Very hearty, very warm, very... not going up to your daughter's boyfriend and shaking your tits at him invitingly. It gave the whole dining room an atmosphere of tranquil domesticity. Eager conversation was soon joined, and Jaune enjoyed laughing with his girlfriend as he learned more about the Rose family.
Of course, this couldn't last.
Ruby was telling a (heavily editorialized version of a) story about a misunderstanding between herself and Weiss, when Jaune glanced over to Summer, who briefly caught his eye before darting a glance down to her plate. Jaune couldn't help but watch, the enchanting older woman seeming to be effortlessly able to guide where his eyes went.
She raised a forkful of casserole to her lips and then, rather than swallow it, she extended her tongue, giving her food a probing lip before slipping it into her mouth. She all but moaned as she rocked it back and forth in her mouth, obviously pantomiming a blowjob in a way that was making Jaune's face feel really hot.
"It's really good casserole, Mom!" Ruby chirped, breaking the spell and making Jaune realize that he was obviously staring as the vixen licked her lips in a sultry fashion.
"Well," she replied with a seductive wink, "I had to impress our company..."
Jaune just sipped his drink, trying to conceal how red his face had gotten. Summer had launched into a cute anecdote about life in Patch with her girls off to school, and normalcy seemed to return to the table so swiftly, Jaune was starting to wonder if he'd imagined the display. Perhaps his over-sexed mind, worn down by Ruby's constant assaults, was now trained to spot sexiness everywhere? Especially in busty MILFs who liked to ask him if he preferred his women to be more submissive?
But as the conversation shifted back to Ruby telling another story from Beacon, Jaune felt two things: first, his heart almost stopping and second, a foot brushing his thigh.
It wasn't hard to tell what was going on, especially with the seductive smile his girlfriend's mother was giving him from across the table. As the stockinged foot traced its way upward, Jaune nearly choked on his food.
A glance to Ruby was met with a purely innocent, oblivious look... the kind that Jaune knew very well, the kind that suggested she wasn't as innocent as she was acting. The stunt with the casserole told him Summer's aims, but Ruby playing along as her mother got so aggressive here... well, he was starting to piece together exactly what his girlfriend and her mom had discussed before dinner.
He tried not to lick his lips. His cock was already hard beneath Summer's playful toes, but the thought that he was about to score a mother-daughter threesome? Yep, Jaune was switching from startled to excited.
Summer seemed to realize the change that had come over him. "Jaune," she innocently asked, "your girlfriend is so generous that she's volunteered you for a little game... if you don't mind, of course..."
Mind? How could he mind!
"Excellent!" Ruby said with a wide smile, one far too innocent seeming for what Jaune knew she was about to propose, "Come in to the Master bedroom in 15 minutes. When you see what we're wearing... you'll know what we want you to do..."
In their sexy schoolgirl outfits (well, Ruby just wore one of her older and slightly edited Beacon uniforms---and no panties, of course!), Summer, not to brag, certainly thought they looked the part of big and little sister. It was hard not to preen in the mirror while getting dressed, and when Jaune looked at her when he entered the bedroom, his eyes growing wide, she felt so... youthful, so invigorated!
And it was all so naughty, too! Summer loved that she was going to be joining her own daughter in a threesome. Oh, this took her back to her own Beacon days, where she led Team STRQ into all sorts of dirty trysts and fun little games! She was so excited to see how Jaune matched up against some of her previous lovers!
Well, she'd soon find out: it was showtime!
"Well, Daddy," Ruby purred in her best little girl voice to the amazed stud she had managed to hook, "what was it you wanted to talk to us about?"
"I hope you're not mad at us," Summer added, wringing her hands nervously.
To his credit, the young man, who surely must have learned a little already about the full-time task of satisfying a Rose woman, quickly shook the dopey look off his face as he stood up a little straighter, peering down at Summer and Ruby in that strong, manly way that made her feel so much smaller, so much more vulnerable than she really was.
"So, princess..." he started, gently, in a voice that made Summer's heart race, "I think you might have... heard something last night in your little sister's room, and I... wanted to make sure you know... I never meant to make you feel left out."
Summer, coming out of such a long and lonely dry spell, was not prepared for the thrill his words sent right into her pussy. "Oh- Oh, I never- I-" she stammered, helplessly.
She felt a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay," Ruby whispered, "Daddy didn't mean anything by leaving you out. I just seduced him first..."
Summer pulled her little rosebud into her arms, giving her little rosebuds a grope (though Summer had to admit, at 18, Ruby had a lot more than "buds" now!) as she gave Jaune a look of smoky allure.
"I don't blame you, Daddy," she said, sadly, "Ruby's so much prettier than I am... I'm too old and fat for Daddy to want-"
She was cut off as Jaune swept forward, catching her in a deep kiss that caught Summer off guard. My, my, these young people! So forward!
Caught in Jaune's embrace, Summer felt like she was a young girl all over again, caught in her manly lover's arms. He was taller than her, broad and muscular, and made Summer, no slouch in combat herself, feel like she was so vulnerable... and yet, undeniably safe. Her legs got weak in her swoon as he supported her in his gentle hold.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, "so, so beautiful... It's so hard to control myself around you, to resist temptation when you're there... I want you, princess, I've wanted you for so long."
She couldn't reply, just stammering helplessly as he guided her down to the bed---her bed, but right now, it felt like she was being laid down in Daddy's bed, a forbidden place that a girl like her should not taint, but now... now it was hers.
"He's good, isn't he," Ruby whispered playfully, and Summer had half a mind to shush her for ruining the scene, "I remember when he first took me... he was so strong and forceful, I knew I'd never be woman enough for him."
Suddenly, Ruby kissed her, and Summer, already knocked off her rhythm by Jaune, was utterly unprepared for her daughter's sudden incestuous kiss. But surrendering to the perversity of the moment, Summer kissed her back, moaning into Ruby's mouth as her inquisitive tongue forced its way into Summer's mouth.
"Damn," she heard Jaune chuckle, "That is hot as hell."
Breaking the kiss with a messy pop, Ruby looked up. "I can't help it!" she giggled, "I'm such a dirty, naughty girl that I can't help myself when my sister's looking so sexy for Daddy! I just had to kiss her!"
Mouthing the word fuck as he shook his head, Jaune loosened his pants and then looked back to Summer, asking, "So, princess, are you ready for this?"
"Ooh, yes daddy!" Summer squealed to the man who was half her age, "F-fill up your princess! Y-you're the only man for meeeEEEEEEE!"
She shrieked as he suddenly plunged into her before she was even finished speaking. Jaune's cock was splitting her open! Oh gods, she'd never had a man like this, even when she was younger! Ruby was so lucky! So-fucking-lucky!
"Daddy's dick is the only dick good enough for us," Ruby tittered, "It's the only one I ever want."
"It is! It so is!"
Hearing the two of them praise his cock clearly made it very difficult for Jaune to keep from bursting right then and there. But he was also clearly trying to make a good impression---she could be his mother-in-law some day, after all!
But she didn't have to make a good impression, no. She could just be a silly little girl who didn't know anything about her little pussy, except how good it felt when Daddy's big hard cock was slamming into her! He was so virile, making the bedsprings creak like the bed itself was liable to break, and Summer's long-neglected sexual needs were back with a vengeance. Gasping and moaning, praising Daddy's big dick and promising to always be his good girl, it wasn't long before her voice got higher and higher, driven upwards as Jaune located her most sensitive spots. Soon, she was just gasping for air as, with a sudden screech, she realized she couldn't be brought any higher, her orgasm crashing down like a wave.
Jaune was such a powerful beast of a man that Summer knew he was totally in control of their coupling, not even slowing down for a moment as her mind blurred from her powerful climax. But as she caught her breath, Summer knew she couldn't let the young buck just run roughshod over her. Wrapping her slender legs around his muscular waist and pulled him in close. She gazed into Jaune's eyes, seeing her wild, hungry expression reflected in those sky-blue orbs. Raw desire was naked on her face and she could see how it turned him on.
"Come on Daddy," she giggled, "make your little girl into a woman!"
It was enough to tip him over, and with a final slam into her pussy, Jaune groaned, releasing a warm gush of his seed into her pussy, the kind that made Summer tingle to remember past sexual experiences... ah, she had missed the sensation of a man's cum oozing out of her! She'd have to make sure that she and Ruby got plenty of mother-daughter-boyfriend bonding time before they had to go back to Beacon!
Jaune slid off of her, and Summer sprawled out on the bed. That had been something she hadn't experienced in a very, very long time, but she was very happy to see it come back. And, glancing at the well-worn young man who'd just finished plowing her, she hadn't done a bad job for someone so rusty.
But Ruby, of course, had to show her up, her little girl tending to her Daddy's messy, softening cock, alternating between gentle kisses and eager slurps, seeming to enjoy the taboo flavor of her boyfriend's cock soaked in her mother's juices. What a naughty girl she had raised...
"I..." she murmured, her lust overpowering her physical exhaustion, "I wanna see... what I was hearing last night..."
Jaune raised his eyes at that, but it was in interest more than surprise. "So, you want to watch me-"
"Make my little girl into a woman," she echoed with breathy desire.
"Mmmm," Ruby nuzzled her cheek against Jaune's nicely-recovering dick, "I wanna make Daddy feel good... Don't you wanna snuggle your Rosebud?"
"Maybe more than snuggle..." Jaune began with a wolfish grin, "but certainly something snug."
He pounced, setting upon Summer's daughter with an enthusiasm that thrilled her to see it. What a stud Ruby had found! What a lucky, lucky girl she was! Or, what lucky girls they were---Summer knew that watching what Ruby was about to experience would be an incredible erotic delight for herself as well.
Jaune had Ruby bent over on the bed, poised to take her from behind. Summer reached down from her slit, still oozing Jaune's yummy cum as her fingers started to play with herself. She had heard Jaune and Ruby together, she had felt him for herself, but now she was going to see her little girl get pounded by her big, strong Daddy.
Licking her lips, Summer watched as he took her. Jaune was both a virile bull of a man as well as a skilled lover. She'd felt it herself, of course, but watching voyeuristically from the outside, Summer could see that he was an attentive lover, starting slow as he penetrated Ruby, finding her weak spots (something he seemed to have quite a bit of experience in), then building up speed. Knowing that this man was also the sweet, kind boyfriend who was so obviously smitten with her little girl made it even better for Summer, both sexually and emotionally, all of her emotions twirled together in a kinky, perverse thrill.
Summer was fully fingerbanging herself now, her digits no substitute for Jaune's dick, but seeing her little girl get fucked silly simply demanded that Summer frig herself as she watched. Ruby was panting and gasping, every meaty thwap of Jaune's hips smacking her cute little bum as he fucked her provided the percussion for her rhythm. Gods this was getting her hot, almost enough for her to be ready for another round, even as her pussy still buzzed from the last one! She was so thankful that Jaune seemed to have stamina to spare---the Rose girls were going to put him to the test!
And from her delicious squeaks, getting higher and higher in pitch, more and more desperate in need, Summer could tell that her little rosebud was primed to bloom.
"Oh, Daddy, Daddy, Dah-DEEEEEE!" Ruby suddenly screamed out her orgasm, toppling forward as Jaune groaned and released into her. The sight brought Summer over her own climax, and all three, mother, daughter, future son-in-law, were brought to a powerful conclusion.
They were all in a daze for a moment, feeling the aftershocks of their respective orgasms. Summer's though, had been the weakest, coming so soon after her first dizzying climax, leaving her more in a blissful haze of satisfaction, and so she was the first to recover. Glancing over to her daughter, still giggling absentmindedly, she purred, "Mmmm, thank you for keeping it in the family, sweetie..."
"So, about that..." Ruby panted, looking up from her exhausted boyfriend, "How do you feel about telling Yang about this..."
Summer had to smile at how wicked her daughter was. Just like mommy!
Stepping through the streets of Mantle, Robyn admired how the gentle snowfall made everything so pristine and white. Snow was beautiful like that---no matter what was underneath, the snow covered it up and made it into a shimmery, wintry sight.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" she idly asked her companion.
"I prefer the summer," Harriet grumped, shivering in the cold.
"Well, we all have our preferences," she said with a gentle laugh. But they weren't walking long before they reached their destination: a nice brick townhouse, home to one Jaune Arc.
He'd done well for himself, Robyn mused, a Huntsman who was actually good with money was rare enough, a good Huntsman who didn't blow his bounties as soon as they made it into his hand was rarer still. But Jaune was both, and he'd made good money for dangerous work, and his indefatigable stamina meant he was quick to go back into the field outside of these rare moments of relaxation.
Knocking on the door, it was only a moment before it opened and Jaune greeted the both of them, Harriet passing him the bottle of wine she'd picked out as their contribution to the dinner. Against, of course, Jaune's insistence---even though he'd been a Mantle resident for a few years now, he was still Valean through and through, and that meant he took his hosting duties seriously.
Robyn had held a high opinion of Jaune from the beginning, when she first met him and his fellow adventurers as they passed through Atlas. He was intelligent, a man of conviction, and, importantly, wasn't someone who just gave a blank check to the powers that be. A man after her own heart, though, alas, Robyn had no interest in men in that regard.
"Harriet," she announced with a breezy confidence after the door had been shut behind her, "take my coat."
"Y-yes Mistress," Harriet stammered, suddenly dropping her aloof and professional public persona and snapping to quickly follow Robyn's commands.
But what really cemented her bond with Jaune was that he and Robyn shared an appreciation of their local Ace-Ops girls and their intensely submissive tendencies.
She smirked to her subby little toy. "Oh, Harriet, don't forget to give Jaune a good show of what I picked out for you."
Blushing furiously, but helpless to disobey, Harriet took off her long coat, revealing that, underneath, all she was wearing was a black leather harness, the strips doing little to preserve her modesty, only a few strips of black tape covering her nipples, a microskirt covering her pussy. Harriet hated the outfit---well, she loved it, but she loved it because of how humiliating and exposing it was.
And yes, Robyn also loved the winter for allowing her to dress up her sub in an outfit like that in public, concealed under only a coat that could be torn away in a moment. Making her sub endure a short walk through the wintry cold came as a nice added bonus.
Blushing, but unable to disobey, the Specialist lifted her little skirt to expose the vibrator taped to her clit to Jaune approving gaze.
"Remote controlled?" Jaune asked. Robyn answered his question by tapping a button on her scroll, making Harriet bite her lip to prevent herself from crying out or dropping her skirt as a sudden buzz made her eyes roll.
Releasing the buzzer, she allowed Harriet to go and take their coats to be hung up. Robyn took a moment to appreciate Jaune's tastefully decorated home. It wasn't a residence he used every day, but he made a point to make it a nice home base, even putting up some art on the walls.
But Robyn was much more interested in Jaune's other decorations...
Seeing the muscular Elm Ederne in a skimpy Valean maid's outfit, obviously humiliated to be shown off to others, especially her colleague, but just as obviously quite turned on by the humiliation, was quite the treat, and Robyn was quite excited for what else she was going to see of her tonight. And she was a useful girl, getting dinner ready for the two of them as she set the table.
"You've done a good job with her," she said, admiringly, to her host.
"Oh, she's a very good girl," Robyn didn't miss how Elm struggled to maintain composure under the compliment, "but you'll be seeing that tonight."
"Mmmm, I do look forward to that..."
Of course, Jaune would be seeing how well she had trained Harriet, but, well, that was for later tonight. Robyn could spend a moment now to enjoy a nice dinner and leave the crushing of her rival Dom to later. Harriet had returned to her side, and with the table set, Robyn was quite eager to get to enjoy Jaune's cooking!
"Would you mind if we began dinner?" she asked.
"Of course not!" Jaune laughed, "Pet, if you would?"
Harriet gave a similar command to her sub, and both elite operatives knelt down in the ground, providing seats for their Masters as they sat down and began to enjoy the meal.
"Your cooking is, as always, exquisite," she complimented Jaune, "and I must say, Elm makes for quite a comfortable seat!"
"I could say the same for Harriet!" he laughed, "Really, she's steady as a rock... and I can tell she's quite eager to show she's a more obedient little pet than her colleague."
Robyn chuckled, grinding her butt into Elm's strong, broad back. "I have to admit, it makes her quite the easy sub to train. She's so competitive, I just have to suggest that Elm could hold a position longer than she was, and she'd push herself to the very limits not to break!"
They both had a laugh at that. Dinner was good and Robyn enjoyed the conversation, especially with the wine, but she hadn't come here tonight just to enjoy a good meal with a friend. No, they had a very particular purpose in visiting Jaune for the evening.
"I take it you're ready for the games?"
She smiled back to her host. "It was like you read my mind."
The two of them got up from their seats and retired to the living room, followed by their dutiful subs. As they sat back down (on actual furniture this time) Jaune gave Robyn a challenging smile.
"Alright, so, it's a best of three competition to name who has the Blue Ribbon sub and demonstrates that they're the better trainer. Of the games we've agreed to," Jaune grabbed a bowl full of slips of paper that he passed to Robyn, "I'd like you to pick the first round."
Robyn reached in. The anticipation was always her favorite part. Well, one of her favorite parts...
Unfolding the slip, she read, "The first contest will be paddling the other's sub until she submits. The owner of the sub who can endure her spankings the longest wins."
Robyn couldn't resist a grin at that. She had been hoping, when they had come up with these games, that she'd get a chance to enjoy Harriet's nice, thicc ass, especially like this.
"Pet!" Jaune ordered the elite Specialist, "Take your position over Robyn's knees."
Elm swiftly complied as Jaune (a courteous host) fetched paddles for the both of them. Robyn took a moment to admire the fine leather device in her hand---Jaune had an eye for the tasteful in his domination. Though she also enjoyed flipping it over to see the other side where "BITCH" was written in metal studs. Yes, Robyn would enjoy disciplining the muscular warrior lying, nervous, but obediently, over her knees.
"On the count of three," she said to her opponent with a smirk, admiring how focused her little subby bitch Harriet looked to not lose, "One... two... THREE!"
Oooh, Elm's glutes were tight and Robyn loved the sound, the feel of striking her bitch's rock-hard ass almost as much as the slutty gasp she made. Somebody liked being spanked... which Robyn was happy to give to her!
At the same time, Robyn knew she was up against a professional Huntsman. Yes, she was a trained and experienced Huntress, a top-level talent in her day, but her current career meant that Jaune's right arm typically swung a sword while hers typically signed documents. Worse, Robyn was struggling with how much she was enjoying paddling her little masochist, while Jaune was just relentlessly letting Harriet have it.
THWAP THWAP THWAP!
She could hear Harriet's adorable little squeaks of pain as Robyn knew she had to step up her game. Gripping the paddle tightly, she brought it down hard on Elm's tight ass, and she punctuated her remarks with barbed words.
"You little masochistic slut," SMACK! "you're getting off on this," SMACK! "aren't you?" SMACK! "Aren't you!" SMACK!
"Oh, y-yes!" she cried, "Puh-please k-keep spanking- oh!" SMACK! "Keep spanking m-MEEEE!" SMACK!
Licking her lips, Robyn was all too happy to acquiesce to the sub's demand.
Gods, she was a sexy painslut! Again and again, Robyn brought the paddle down, and again and again the muscular Ace-Op over her knee cried out like she was just a naughty schoolgirl! Robyn was practically getting off on the feeling of her palm growing hot and sore from the vibrations of the paddle slapping her tight ass like a drum and-
"AIEEEEE! I give, I- oh! I give!"
Robyn was interrupted as she turned to see that a humiliated, sobbing Harriet had given in to an incredibly smug Jaune.
"You got lucky," Robyn grumbled, knowing that her enjoyment of spanking Elm had led to her taking her time to savor the meaty smacks of paddling her ass instead of giving it to her as hard as she ought to have.
A beaming Elm returned to her Master to be rewarded as his hands mauled her juicy, ruby-red bum as a sniffling Harriet couldn't meet Robyn's eyes. She knew that she'd be punished when they got home for failing the first round, so Robyn didn't feel the need to belabor her punishment now. No more than a quick smack of her hand against Harriet's ass to remind her pet that there were consequences to failure. So Robyn grabbed the hat and thrust it towards Jaune to pick out the next round.
Reaching in, he pulled out a slip, then looked to his fellow Dom with a smile. "It's an Oral Exam!" he proclaimed.
Oh, goody! This was another one she was looking forward to, one that raised her mood considerably. Because this time, she knew her little pet could pull off a win.
"Each sub shall attempt oral sex on the other's Master, whoever can bring that Master to climax first is the winner... I think we're both winners there," Jaune quipped, and while Robyn didn't agree with the cheesiness of the line, she did agree with the spirit of it. Spanking Elm silly had gotten Robyn quite hot and bothered, and she was excited to get some attention on her needy pussy. Oh, she knew she had to be careful, she didn't want to lose before she even got to the third round, but if there was one thing Robyn had faith in, it was Harriet's tongue, especially when she needed something to be achieved fast!
Still, she needed to make sure. "Harriet," she informed her pet, as she began to get in position, "If you are unable to make Mr. Arc cum, I will be certain to not let you cum for the rest of the week."
Harriet cringed from the threat, knowing that Robyn would carry through if she was displeased with her sub's performance tonight. Still, she dutifully returned to where Jaune was seated, kneeling between his legs as Elm did the same. Both subs respectfully undressed their superiors and gave the object of their coming oral worship appropriate reverence. Seeing Elm's smoky look of barely-constrained lust was more than enough to get Robyn excited.
"One... Two... THREE!"
Squeezing Elm's face between her thighs, Robyn thrilled in the power she held over the stronger woman. Yes, she loved her pet Harriet and certainly wouldn't trade her for the world, but Robyn definitely saw what Jaune enjoyed about having such a powerful woman reduced to being a timid fuck-pet.
But she'd lost the last round for enjoying herself too much, and Robyn wasn't going to lose here. No, from the sounds Jaune was making as Harriet furiously swallowed his cock, Robyn had the feeling this was her round to lose, and just had to focus.
Easier said than done---the spankings had gotten her quite worked up, and Elm was clearly angling for Jaune's favor as she eagerly ate Robyn out. She was certain Jaune had promised her an elaborate reward if she could knock his rival out in two rounds, and Elm was a very eager to please sub. But Robyn was a proud bitch and not about to let Jaune walk away with victory that easy.
Licking her lips, she pressed her thighs even closer, hearing the masochistic slut between her legs moan into her pussy from her domination as-
"Auuuuuugh, shit!" Jaune cried. "Fuck, your girl can give one hell of a blowjob..."
Robyn looked over with pride at her girl as she licked her lips and swallowed Jaune's load in a boastful gulp. Yes, it wouldn't do for her pet to get ideas, but Robyn figured she'd earned this. "Good girl," she praised her pet as Elm slunk away from her pussy with a pout, "Very good girl."
Harriet beamed with pleasure, casting a smug look to the bested Elm, the subby Ace-Op clearly disappointed that she'd been denied the satisfaction of a two-round victory. And from how drained Jaune looked, it seemed that her pet had good reason to be cocky---she'd sucked him dry in a matter of moments. That speed Semblance and how utterly whorish Harriet could be when her competitive side was engaged made her damn good at oral, as Robyn had learned firsthand.
Smirking imperiously at her exhausted rival Dom, Robyn cleared her throat. "Jaune? I believe we need to draw for the final round..."
With a groan, Jaune reached for the hat and held it out for Robyn.
"The final, tiebreaker round will be..." Robyn reached into the hat and drew out a slip, "Competitive 69! Both subs must eat the other out, and whoever cums first is the loser!"
Jaune gave a tired smile of satisfaction. It was a lucky draw to end on this---Jaune was clearly still reeling from Harriet's blowjob and needed to take a round where the Doms weren't required to do anything. Fine by Robyn: she'd been hoping for the chance to watch two luscious subs struggle to make the other submit for her pleasure. She'd been hoping it'd be decided by the wrestling round, but she'd still get a chance to see the two of them grapple each other, their muscles straining as they competed head-to-head.
The girls were quick to move into position, both of them knowing this was their last chance to bring victory to their Mistress or Master. Harriet looked confident---of course she was, she knew how talented her tongue was, even as much as Robyn had to remind her she was a wretched slut---but Elm had the resolute look of someone who, as much as she needed to win, was desperate not to lose. That made this enjoyable, knowing that the threat of disappointing her Master hung over her like a Sword of Damocles.
Elm took position on top of Harriet, perhaps a deliberate move from the bigger girl, but seeing Elm flip up her little skirt to give Harriet access to her pussy gave Robyn a nice sight of her still-red derriere, so it was a fair move in Robyn's books.
They made a nice contrast, the both of them. Yes, they were both total babes, powerfully built with brown hair and dusky skin. But with their bodies pressed against each other, Robyn could admire the differences between the two subs.
Jaune liked his women curvy, and on Elm, Robyn had to admire her full bust and fat ass. But still powerfully built, the muscles in her forearm rippling as gripped Harriet's tight ass and pressed her pussy into her face. Harriet was a lithe, slender woman, but Robyn liked her build. Made her musculature more... athletic, in Robyn's opinion. Yes, Elm was a brickhouse of a woman, but with those cow tits, it was no surprise she was a horny little slut. Everything about Harriet, from her toned, runner's build to her flashing eyes, suggested pride, which made Robyn feel all the more satisfied in knowing how she'd broken her pet of that delusion.
Robyn, still feeling the effects of spanking Elm and then the Specialist's talented tongue on her clit, couldn't resist letting a few fingers slip down to her pussy. She'd spent so much time training Harriet to be a good performer so she might as well enjoy the fruits of her labor. She hoped Elm was enjoying the soft friction of Harriet's undercut on her thighs---Robyn had always felt it made the experience more sensual.
It was a shame she didn't get a good view of Harriet's face, buried beneath Elm's generous posterior... she did hope her pet was able to breathe, but Robyn was proud that her girl would gladly black out in pursuit of her Mistress's commands. But what she regretted was that, from the way Elm's legs were convulsing, she was getting an incredible tongue lashing from Harriet. Probably quite a bit different from the "tongue lashings" she received as her subordinate in the Ace Ops, and probably quite a bit more enjoyable.
But front he sight of things, Robyn knew her victory was surely close at hand. And that, more than anything, more than even the sight of two desperate sluts fucking at her command, more than the two fingers pistoning in and out of her well-licked slit, was bringing Robyn to her climax. It was getting nearer and nearer, just as she saw Elm was getting nearer and nearer. Even for her discipline, her Semblance, the fear of disappointing her Master, Elm was as vulnerable as Jaune was to Harriet's mouth!
Yes, yes, it was close- s-so close, almost- almost-
And then!
Both girls screamed into the other's pussy as they, simultaneously, came.
Jaune looked at Robyn in surprise. Robyn's fingers stopped, her own eruption halted by the shock of it. They hadn't expected this.
"So it's... a draw?" Robyn asked, unsure.
"I... well," Jaune's mouth crooked upwards into a grin, "I might have planned this as a surprise, but I'm willing to put it forward as a tiebreaker."
That clever bastard---Jaune, as befitting a Huntsman, always had a backup plan. He grabbed a little bell from his mantle and rang it, a high, tinkling noise. Robyn heard a door open and turned to see...
Well... wasn't this a surprise.
Her number one rival, Winter Schnee, Ironwood's dog, and, to Robyn's great surprise, Jaune's toy, wearing a Valean Maid's outfit exactly like Elm's and a furiously red blush, entered the room, her eyes glued to the floor and utterly unable to meet Robyn's mocking gaze.
But from the way her thighs were trembling to be seen in such a humiliating outfit, it seemed that Specialists just seemed to have an inherently submissive side.
"I had intended her to be a surprise after the game, but as a tiebreaker, I feel this-"
"Not so fast, Arc," she cut him off. "This is a contest, isn't it? I'm not handing you victory until I've seen for myself how well you've trained her."
Jaune just grinned. "Alright, if that's how you want to do it... Slut?" Winter promptly looked up at her Master's call, "Pleasure Ms. Hill."
As embarrassed as she clearly was, Winter didn't hesitate for an instant to obey her Master's command. She strode forward, not the confidant step of an experienced Specialist, but the resolute walk of a woman who knew to obey as she fell to her knees and gazed reverently upon Robyn's pussy.
"Harriet?" Robyn addressed her pet, but keeping her eyes on Winter's mouth-watering submission, "Be a dear and entertain Mr. Arc while I play with his toy here."
Jaune didn't hesitate to take advantage of that offer while Robyn spread her legs with eager anticipation. Both because she needed to get off and the joy of seeing the normally frosty Winter timidly lean forward and plunge her tongue right into Robyn's slit.
Oh- oh! Ohhhhhh, she was good! She was very good, and since Robyn couldn't imagine Miss Prim-and-Proper having any sexual history, it must have been only Jaune's instruction that taught her how to lick cunt so well!
That ignited her imagination until it was fully out of control. Winter submissively bowing before Elm, eating her underling's pussy, getting mocked and disciplined for her failures until she learned to perform to her Master's standards. It must have been so shameful for her, always so effortlessly perfect and now getting relentlessly mocked for her failures? Oh, Robyn could just imagine, and through it all, Jaune standing over her in lordly disdain, mastering, dominating the Ice Queen herself! Fuck! If only she could have been there!
Fuck- fuck- FUCK! The image was just too- too- too-fucking-HOT!
Robyn cried out in pleasure and dismay, her pussy far too primed to deny herself any longer. "Oh-oh-ohhhhhh kay, OK! I g-give, you win, Jaune, you w-hi-iiiiiiiiiIIIIIIN!"
Submitting to the superior dom took Robyn over the edge to her climax, drenching Winter's face as she screamed out in joy.
With bleary eyes rolling around the room, Robyn stabilized on the sight of Jaune groping Elm's fat tits while fucking Harriet from behind. Gods, she looked hot when she was being dominated. Robyn took a moment to consider getting a big mirror for the bedroom, give her a view like this while she was making Harriet take a strapon as far into her ass as she could fit it...
But as Jaune finished in Robyn's toy, she knew that, while she had to recognize his hard-earned victory, she couldn't let him think that Robyn had lost the fight in her just yet.
"Mmmmm," she smirked, "You won today's games, but just you wait... I'll be sure to work Harriet extra hard to make sure I take back the title..."
Harriet's eyes shot down in fear, but Robyn sure didn't miss how her thighs rubbed together in naked excitement at the promise!
She couldn't believe it. She nearly dropped her scroll, she couldn't believe it. She had heard Weiss's voice coming through the speaker, she could comprehend the words, but putting together signifier and signified just wasn't... happening. Well, that wasn't quite true. One thought was coming through just fine.
Pyrrha was a fucking bitch.
Ruby did everything she could to calm her quaking fury, her always-present anger at Miss Perfect for having everything Ruby had ever wanted now inflamed by the knowledge that she took it all for granted. She'd cast everything aside for, for what? Was she lonely? Or was she just bored with having the kindest, most caring, best husband anyone could ever ask for?
Politely, though tersely, wrapping up her call with Weiss, Ruby did everything she could to sound happy for her best friend for finally achieving her dream of seducing Pyrrha from her husband. She loved Weiss, and would have loved to gossip with her about how her night went, but... She couldn't help it that she was just so angry that Pyrrha would treat Jaune like that!
That Weiss was in love with Pyrrha was something she'd known for a while. She'd known about it since their school days, and on the worst night of her life, Weiss had been with her in the hotel room, as they both accepted the reality that the ones they most loved in the world were now lost to them, forever. Weiss had cried, feeling smaller than Ruby could ever imagine her partner could feel in her arm, her body racked with sobs. Ruby had wanted to cry to, but she just felt... empty.
She'd gotten so used to her and Jaune being just Ruby and Jaune. In school, even after graduation, they'd been so close and done so much together, she'd put it out of her head that he was dating Pyrrha. She was the cool girlfriend who didn't get jealous that Ruby spent a lot of time with her boyfriend, playing video games or developing team tactics. And after all, she hadn't thought that she wanted that with her best guy friend. Not until Jaune proposed. And then, all of a sudden Ruby realized much, much too late what she actually felt for Jaune and what a mistake she had made.
Her only hope had been that she could move on, but now that she knew that she had feelings for Jaune, it felt like the universe was conspiring to make her realize just how much she'd overlooked. Now that he wasn't just her cool best friend, but the one that got away, she started to notice that there was a lot more to Jaune than even she'd ever realized.
Not too long after the wedding, a transport carrying Vacuan school children on a trip to Vale had crashed in the wilderness, in Grimm-infested woods and too far out for a rapid response team to get there in time. But Jaune was supervising a team of second-year Beacon students on a training exercise nearby, and had taken the mission. With an inexperienced team and the eyes of two nations upon him, facing hopeless odds... he came back with everyone, with no serious injuries. It had earned him the highest Huntsman honors in both Vale and Vacuo, and made Ruby realize that there wasn't anyone else like Jaune in all of Remnant.
She had visited him while he was recovering, and he'd shown her the binders he'd kept of every thank you letter he'd ever received for his Search and Rescue work, and it had floored her. Jaune had taken a quiet job as a Search and Rescue specialist, and, before rescuing all those kids, was hardly as famous as Pyrrha, Weiss, Blake, or even Ruby herself. And so nobody realized that, of all of them, he was the truest hero.
Ruby knew that she'd saved thousands of lives in her career, and had won considerable fame for her heroics, but it was always at a distance from the people she saved. Jaune was there, personally saving lives, carrying the wounded, putting his shield between the helpless and the Grimm, and using his Semblance to bring people back from the brink of death. It was the kind of thing that left an impression. Reading the raw emotion in a letter from a father struggling to express the depth of his gratitude for Jaune bringing his child home, unharmed was... like a revelatory experience. All her fame and glory felt small next to that. Jaune saw people on the worst days of their lives, in their most dire conditions, and yet... he never stopped being Jaune. He treated the injured, calmed the frightened, and, more times than she would ever want to count, comforted the bereaved, all while fighting monsters. With hundreds of letters to show for it, all struggling to express the depths of gratitude for what he'd done for them. And he was still her sweet, slightly goofy, friend, just as he'd been in school. He was a strong fighter, a skilled fighter, but all of those abilities paled compared to his heart.
A heart that was about to be crushed by his wife's infidelity.
She glanced at the door of her compartment. They were taking the train back to Vale, having completed their mission. It had been a fairly boring security mission, with nothing to really write home about. In her younger days, she would have been frustrated by this, but now, she appreciated having a breather. Especially with Jaune. It was their last night before they got back home. Before they were... parted.
She could tell him. She really ought to, shouldn't she? His wife was unfaithful, Ruby knew it, and, as his friend, she had a duty to let him learn gently, rather than to have to stumble into it later. What would he think if he found out that she knew before he did, and told him nothing? Like a bandaid, things like this were better ripped off than slowly removed, and, well... she could... help him get over her, couldn't she? She could be his strength, supporting him in his time of need.
Maybe he'd want to retaliate, to get back at Pyrrha, to show her that he didn't need her to be happy. It's what Pyrrha deserved, after all. Remind her that if she was going to take him for granted, somebody else would swoop in and leave her with nothing. M-maybe Jaune was just staying with her because he thought he couldn't do better! This would actually be helping him, so she-
She hadn't realized that she'd already stepped out of her cabin. Right across the hallway was Jaune's. The door was right there, and the sight of it immediately stifled her confidence. Her mouth went dry. Her heart sped up. All the words she'd figured she'd say seemed like nothing, now... but she couldn't turn back. Not only would she not forgive herself for missing her chance again, she also... knew that Jaune had to be told.
She walked over to the door, knocking on it softly. "Jaune?" she asked.
No reply.
She knocked again and asked again. Still no answer. But the door was unlocked, and maybe he just dozed off? So she quietly turned the latch and slipped in.
Her guess was immediately confirmed. He was lying on the bed, a copy of Blake's latest book lying, open and face down, on his chest, the book slowly rising and falling as he snoozed. He looked... precious. So peaceful as he slept, a small smile on his face told her he was having a good dream. Completely unaware of what was going on in the room around him, much less what was going on back home.
That thought, that terrible, sorrowful, thought, made Ruby do something regrettable. Before she even realized what she was doing, she had crawled into bed with him. She had meant to, or at least, she thought she had meant to, pull a blanket over him, but as she crouched down, she just kept going. She wrapped an arm around him, imagining... imagining if she had been the one to ask him out, their first year at Beacon. If they had been the ones with the whirlwind romance, traveling the world as Huntsman and Huntress, saving lives and fighting Grimm, supporting each other through it all...
He murmured something through his sleep, something happy and content, and it just felt so right. She was resting her head on his broad chest, feeling his heartbeat against her cheek. This was how it was supposed to be, this was-
"Mmm, Pyr... missed you..."
Her heart sank. Jaune loved his wife. He loved her so dearly, and while he wasn't mushy about it, she knew that his long, quiet moments were spent missing his wife. The woman who betrayed him. He deserved better than her. He deserved...
"Yes dear," she said, almost reflexively, "it's good to have you home."
Panic rose in her heart that she did that! She almost gasped at herself for being so daring, except, well... The way he sighed when she said it, the way he wrapped his arm around her, how it felt to be held by the man she loved... And then... and then...
She kissed him.
And he kissed her back.
He was asleep. He thought she was his wife. There were a hundred reasons not to do this, but none of those reasons spoke as loudly as the lips pressed against hers. The way he responded to her kiss with matching desire in his own lips, she just closed her eyes and kissed him like nothing else in the world mattered than loving and being loved.
She was panting when she broke the kiss. Gods, it had been wonderful, so passionate and so warm, she hadn't imagined that kissing could be this good! As her eyes fluttered open, she looked upon her beloved hero. The love of her life. The man who should be hers, in a better world.
And she made up her mind.
He was going to be hers.
He just had to understand that he wanted her, too. And Ruby had an idea of how to do just that.
She moved downward, her hands gingerly, ever so gingerly, reaching for his belt and carefully unlatching it before unzipping his pants and, taking the briefest moment of uncertainty, reaching into his boxers and fishing out his penis. Her heart thudded like crazy as she cradled his gently-inflating member in her hands. It seemed to be getting larger and firmer as she stroked it, and she cooed as she encouraged it to reach its full size.
Mmmmmm, such a tasty looking thing. Made Pyrrha look all the more foolish to be so careless, letting this cock slip out of her grasp. But Pyrrha's loss was Ruby's gain!
Timorously, Ruby looked at the dick in her hands, and, working up her courage as she wriggled free of Jaune's embrace, she slowly leaned forward to kiss it. Then lick it. Then, she wrapped her lips around the head and started to suck her first cock.
She didn't much care for the taste, or the struggle to fit it in her mouth, but knowing that she was paying Pyrrha back for all that she was doing to Jaune, knowing that she was doing the right thing, filled Ruby with an eagerness to bob more aggressively, taking Jaune as far down as she could, struggling to try to manage as much of his length down her throat as possible!
But a wicked thought came to her, and Ruby withdrew. Taking out her scroll, she snapped a selfie of her face next to his cock, and then another, and then a third, each in a different pose. She wasn't sure what she wanted it for, exactly, but she knew that she wasn't going to pass up the chance. There had to be a record, had to be proof that she'd done this. For Pyrrha, for Jaune, for herself, she didn't know.
She'd have time to think about it later. Ruby had a cock to suck, after all. She wondered if Pyrrha did this for him. If she did, Ruby only had a very short window of opportunity to practice on Jaune, but she had to learn fast. If she was a better cocksucker, if she could beat Pyrrha here, Jaune would forget all about his cheating hussy of a wife. And then he'd only have eyes for her...
That thought spurred Ruby on to an even more passionate blowjob, forcing herself to take him deeper and deeper, to take him all the way to the base! She'd show Pyrrha what a mistake she'd made, would show her how stupid she'd been not to appreciate what she-
Jaune stirred.
In a moment of panic, Ruby popped right off his cock in alarm, realizing that Jaune was mumbling something (the fact that it was an undeniably happy noise was making her feel a little better) as he was starting to awaken.
Ruby realized exactly what she was doing in that moment. All her fantasies were replaced with the hard reality that she'd slipped into bed with another man, a happily married man, and took advantage of his sleeping state. She could- she could- everything was about to go wrong!
And then... his eyes fluttered open.
"Oh, hey, Rubes, I-" and then his eyes went wide open, "W-What! Ruby, what are you-"
She wasn't going to hesitate. Not now.
Lunging forward, she pounced on top of him and kissed him, a kiss filled with all the passion and desire she had bottled up for years waiting to realize her true feelings. And he... he returned it.
Grinding against his cock, Ruby refused to allow him a chance to speak, to let his kiss, his wonderful, passionate kiss do all the talking for them as their tongues wrestled. He was hard, she was wet, and their bodies were made for each other. He would see- she would make him see!
Fumbling hands reached down to undress without breaking their kiss, but she was rewarded with the feel of Jaune's hand cupping and squeezing her butt, making Ruby moan in abject lust. Made even better as he helped her pull her skirt and panties off, letting her bare pussy rub against his cock, feeling how close and hard he was and how badly she needed him inside her.
It was time.
Ruby broke the kiss, pushing herself up to look down upon Jaune, to see her handsome, heroic knight with her own eyes. Gazing into his soft, blue eyes, she looked for any sign that she should stop. That he didn't want her. But instead, all she saw was a clear: go ahead.
With a cry of triumph, she impaled herself on Jaune's cock. He wanted her. He claimed her. She was his, now and forever, and as she worked her hips up and down in a frenzy of pure desire, words of praise and devotion, all the words she'd been holding back for years, from since they were students together, spilled from her lips.
And Jaune... Jaune answered her, telling her how beautiful she was, how sexy she was, and Ruby drank in his praise, repaying it with more passion, more ardor, more determination to be the best lay he ever had!
Ruby felt the wild, surging thrill of it all as she went up and down, every moment of movement sent of showering sparks of ecstasy as she found just the right friction of her against him. It was crazy, it was insane, but that was what made it even better! Jaune had only hesitated for the briefest moment before reciprocating her feelings. He wanted her. He wanted her. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, and Ruby was going to enjoy every second of this.
She'd... she'd tell him later about Pyrrha's infidelity. No need to taint the happiest moment of her life with even a thought about that stupid, prissy bitch. Jaune was hers now. She'd see to it. They'd fuck like bunnies on the train ride home, then she'd take good care of her man, right under Pyrrha's nose. And when the time came... she'd tell him. Tell him that he didn't need her anymore. She could picture it perfectly, how she'd gently let him down and reveal that they no longer had to hide their love in secret, that the two of them, together, could banish the wicked witch that had stood in the way of their happiness for so long!
Ruby could picture it with such perfect, beautiful clarity that that wonderful image was enough to bring her crashing over the edge, screaming out Jaune's name as she came on top of him.
It felt like a dam had burst, like so much of Ruby's knotted-up anxieties and doubts had suddenly had the floor dropped out beneath them, and she simply released them as she came. It was a profound and powerful orgasm, the kind that left Ruby feeling like she'd been just about knocked out, but it wasn't enough to stop her. Her body felt leaden, her nerves were shot by the sensory overload, but she wasn't done yet. She hadn't claimed Jaune for real yet. This was about more than her own pleasure, it was about proving that Jaune was her man, who didn't need any other women in his life.
Inexperience might have been a weakness, but here, she'd imagined this moment ten thousand times before, and instinct was more than good enough as a guide. She looked down into his blue eyes, seeing his face struggle to contain himself at the sight of his best friend riding him as proudly and as lovingly as any woman had ever taken a man, and she pleaded with him to give her her reward.
"Jaune..." she moaned, "Take me, Jaune, claim me! I'm yours, Jaune, I've always been yours! Cum in my pussy, Jaune, it wants you so bad, I want you so bad! Give it- gimme your cum, please Jaune, cum in me, cum in me, cum in MEEEEEEEEE!"
She squealed in ecstasy as Jaune released his seed into her, flooding her pussy and pronouncing an end of their old lives apart and the beginning of their new lives, together! Jaune was hers, her beloved, her one and only, and, one day soon, her husband. Ruby couldn't wait.
Collapsing into her lover's arms, though, she didn't have the stamina to do anything about it now. Still, what energy she did have was devoted to giving Jaune gentle kisses, on his cheek and neck and shoulders. She was so happy, so content, and she was so glad that Jaune loved her the way she'd always loved him. It was... it was everything she had been waiting for.
But she wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot. Just catching her breath.
He wouldn't even remember Pyrrha's name when she was done with him.
That had been an interesting trip.
Jaune tipped the driver as he pulled his luggage out the taxi and finally got to walk up the path to his home in Vale, where, standing in the doorway, was the most beautiful, most incredible, most giving woman he'd ever known. And, as he pulled her into a sizzling welcome home kiss, he really couldn't believe how he'd lucked into marrying the sexiest woman he'd ever met.
"Somebody missed me," she giggled.
"Can you blame me?" he laughed back.
Really, how could he not be infatuated with this woman? Who, on top of everything else that made Pyrrha amazing, had arranged for him to have a tryst with another woman. She was incredible, and Jaune was so lucky to have such an incredibly giving wife.
But Jaune was excited for still another side of his wife's unbelievable sexiness.
"So..." he smiled at his wife as she helped him carry his luggage back in, "I assume you're just waiting to tell me how it went with me gone..."
"It was amazing," she gushed, "Weiss is such a kinky little slut! Our first night was super-sweet and romantic, but after that... wow, it was like, her dominant side came out and she spent the whole visit punishing me, and it was so, so hot, Jaune." She sighed, regretfully, "I only wish you could see it."
"I'm sure you'll get a chance to do that someday," he kissed her on the forehead, "my little infidelity fetishist."
Pyrrha gave him a playful swat across his butt. "Weiss doesn't know you gave me permission, so don't you spoil it! But... believe me, she really had it bad for me, and so I think she might have some... aggression towards us. Just a heads up."
He smiled, "Knowing Weiss, I'm sure she worked it into the games you played."
"We did it while watching our wedding tape," Pyrrha giggled, "It was so naughty, but, ohhhhhh, gods, it made me miss you so much," her eyes teared up, "you're the best husband ever, you know that? The best."
"It's the least I could do for the best wife ever," he said, exchanging another kiss with his long-missed wife.
"And how was the trip home?" she asked, "Good?"
"Oh, yeah," he laughed, "A really good trip home. I really didn't think you'd actually call Ruby."
But she looked at him quizzically. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," he said, the laugh draining away as the wheels in his head turned, "you... told her to make a move on me?"
"R-Ruby made a move on you?"
And Jaune realized he might have just made a major mistake.
"Oh, honey, I am so, so-"
"D-do you have... video? Or... anything I can see?" she asked, with obvious interest in her voice. It seemed he had... gravely misjudged his wife's attitude towards his infidelity.
"I'm... sorry?"
"Oh!" she suddenly exclaimed, "We should have them both over, for dinner, and then... afterwards... Weiss and I sneak off to the bedroom, leaving you and Ruby..." she was clearly fantasizing now, and Jaune knew that, once she was this fired up, there was no talking Pyrrha out of anything. Not that Jaune wouldn't want another romp with Ruby while his sexy wife made love to Jaune's academy crush. Or the thought of a foursome... But right now, Jaune wanted his wife more than he wanted any sexy trysts.
"But then afterwards," he said, giving his wife a kiss on the forehead, "you'll tell me all about it before we go to bed. And I'll hold you in my arms and tell you," he stroked her hair, "how much I love my wife."
She rested her head against his chest. "I love you, Jaune," she murmured, "so, so much."
They held each other for a moment longer. It was certainly good to be home, in his wife's arms, and Jaune savored the moment. He had a few days of downtime before he was supposed to report to his station for a full week, waiting for any emergency calls, and he was going to spend all of it doting on, and being doted on by, his dearest love.
Later that night, Jaune heard a buzz and glanced up from the post-mission report he was filling out to see Pyrrha pick up her scroll and see what the message was.
"Oh, it's Ruby," she exclaimed, but then her eyes went wide and she wordlessly passed the scroll to Jaune.
He glanced at the screen, and then his eyes went wide as well. It seems Ruby had... snapped a photo while he was sleeping. Quite a few photos. Of the two of them. And... with part of him... exposed.
He also saw the text underneath it. "Enjoy him while you can, bitch. He's mine now."
Looking up to Pyrrha, Jaune was aghast and deeply embarrassed, only to discover that his wife... didn't seem to share those feelings. And that she had the biggest, most excited smile on her face.
There was nothing Blake enjoyed more than celebrity sex tapes.
Sitting in her bed, covers over her head as she eagerly watched them on her scroll, headphones in, made Blake feel just so naughty. None of her roommates were aware that she was watching porn as they slept, and what made it even better was that it was the kind of porn they'd never associate with snooty, socially-conscious, upright feminist Blake Belladonna!
It was simply fun to watch someone take a public tumble from grace from a grainy, poorly framed amateur video that they'd made in a moment of pure hubris. It had everything: a strong narrative, hot people caught in circumstances they weren't expecting her to see, the authenticity of amateur porn, that feeling of residual humiliation that just made Blake go crazy...
And... Blake just really enjoyed following celebrity culture.
Adam got on her case often enough about it. That celebrities, especially human celebrities, were just a trashy distraction. But Adam had a particular ire towards Faunus celebrities. As he explained, a handful of Faunus actors, athletes, and entertainers were given money and fame to either play along with human expectations or to spectacularly implode, to confirm stereotypes. And Blake understood how problematic the arrangement was, but at the same time... wasn't it just fun to dive in to celebrity gossip and follow all their various dramas and intrigues? It was a world that, like her beloved romance novels, didn't really matter, so she could get as invested as she wanted, with no risk.
There were no heroes to disappoint her in this world. Just delicious, delightful trash as one face fell from grace and another moved into the limelight to get overexposed. And celebrity sex tapes were the very peak of the art form.
Blake belonged to more than a few forums where they discussed celebrity gossip, but one in particular was dedicated to leaked photos and videos. Yes, it... went against her principles, and Blake was a staunch believer that women shouldn't be humiliated for being famous, but... well, it's not like she was uploading videos, right? She had to be allowed a few hypocrisies, here and there. Besides, nobody knew about it, she didn't have to explain her preferences to anyone!
She took a moment to shake that thought away as she went to a file she was very eager to watch. Her good internet friend, SilentGirl411 had just posted a link to what she said was a sex tape featuring Lisa Lavender, the nightly news anchor.
Those were Blake's favorite sex tapes. Because they were, technically, famous and well known, but certainly not anyone people would talk about as celebrities. They had a sort of immediacy and ordinariness that made the whole thing feel all the more depraved.
Opening the video, Blake was impressed to see that it wasn't a grainy, poorly-framed video shot by just putting a camera on a tripod. Lisa evidently knew enough from her day job to actually know how to work a camera and was putting those skills to use in making her home videos. And she certainly deserved to be properly shot: she looked as carefully put together as she did on the evening news, only wearing a set of lilac lingerie instead of professional business attire, but it was doing an exceptional job exemplifying her best features. The garter belt drew attention to the curve of her ass, the stockings making her legs seem so smooth and sleek, and her bra was making her breasts seem so full and inviting. And she had a sexy, mischievous look in her golden eyes, combined with her trademark strand of hair askew, the Mistralian ahoge style that Blake loved, made her look unmistakably like Lisa Lavender in a very un-Lisa Lavender situation!
Once she was satisfied that the camera had a good view of the bed (and a moment to primp herself), she looked off camera and spoke. "Hey..." she said to her out-of-sight lover (the anticipation!), "I want to try something... different tonight."
"Oh, what?" Something about that voice was... familiar to Blake, and she just couldn't put her finger on it. The uploader would have mentioned if it was another celeb, but how would Blake know somebody Lisa Lavender was sleeping with? "You know that I'm down for anything... oh, Lisa, oh no, that's not-"
"Come on!" she teased, "You know I love being on camera!"
"But what if it gets out? Your whole career-"
"It's not gonna get out," Blake's favorite line, and she particularly loved Lisa's confident laugh, "but I can turn it off if you're not comfortable..."
"No, no, it's... it's fine."
"So..." and she made a seductive pose on the bed. Blake had to admit---hadn't really thought of the nightly news anchor as a babe before, but Lisa, in that lingerie, was a fox. "Wanna make the news tonight, stud?"
"Well, if you ask so nicely..."
There were more words. But Blake wasn't listening to them. Because the owner of the familiar voice had made his appearance on camera. And Blake immediately knew why that voice was familiar.
Because she did know him.
Because it was Jaune.
Jaune Arc. Leader of Team JNPR. Probably across the hall, right now, lying in bed, trying to sleep, fretting about Goodwitch's class tomorrow, and apparently banging a local celebrity!
What the hell, Jaune! Blake was a mix of impressed, disbelieving, and furious---for Pyrrha, of course, not furious that Jaune had been the center of some top-tier celebrity gossip and hadn't told his celebrity-obsessed best friend!
And... maybe a little furious that she'd never noticed that, with the hoodie and shirt off... Jaune was hot. Really hot. He was in good shape, was cut, and, honestly, his face really worked with his body. Pyrrha's training was getting results, though, it was a shame she wasn't "enjoying the fruits of her labors." A part of Blake that she didn't like to admit existed was already starting to get excited at the coming voyeuristic pleasure of watching Ruby's closest friend fuck a hot babe.
She slipped a finger into her panties, gently tracing her slit as she watched, transfixed, as Jaune kissed Lisa. He was a good kisser, which was partially to be expected (he was banging a woman clearly out of his league) and partially a surprise (that Jaune was good at anything ). Watching as Lisa returned his kiss, the two of the passionately making out, Blake started to get a funny feeling deep in her gut. She liked celebrity sex tapes because of the humiliation and voyeurism, but she always maintained a wall of distance between herself and the subject. Yes, it was a lie she told herself to make her feel better, she knew that Lisa Lavender was a real person who would face real anguish and real consequences for having a sex tape leak (particularly with a topic as risque as banging a Beacon student), but she wasn't real to Blake. She lived on the TV screen, not... across the hall. The fallout of their bad luck would be felt in Blake's life. Ruby, right now peacefully snoring like a bulldozer, had no idea that her close friend was about to get dragged through the mud.
And that just made it hotter.
Tickling her clit as Jaune started aggressively kissing Lisa's neck, Blake had to stifle a moan. It was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen, so deeply taboo and inappropriate and, also, featuring two really hot people! Jaune was clearly really good at this, and Lisa's body was really getting Blake worked up! She wasn't sure who she was enjoying more, but her eyes drank in the sight of the two of them playing it up for the camera, like they were experienced porn stars!
Ooooh, that thought set a tingle down Blake's spine. Lisa knowing how to pose for the camera (even in this) made some sense, but what if... Jaune had other tapes? What if the blond doofus across the hall was showing he had experience, had history with this kind of work? Would certainly explain why Pyrrha was so head over heels with him...
Missed your chance, Snow Angel, she thought with a naughty giggle. Well, she'd meant it as a joke, but watching as Jaune's hands masterfully ran all over Lisa's gorgeous body, Blake was suddenly having second thoughts about how Weiss might take this. Even as stuck up as she was, as best as she tried to hide it, Blake had definitely heard a certain Schnee Heiress's voice moan the name "Neptune" in her sleep. Carefully tuned Faunus senses picked up the things her roommates didn't think any human would know, and Blake knew that some girls weren't as proper as Daddy would like. Blake found herself licking her lips at the thought of Weiss watching this video. Her face growing flushed as Jaune effortlessly popped Lisa's bra off, revealing her bare rack to the camera (he definitely knew what he was doing on screen!) before going right for her nipples.
Weiss would know she wasn't supposed to watch this. Worse, that she wasn't supposed to be turned on by this. Not just a sex tape, as low and degrading as it was, but Jaune's sex tape, revealing his finely-crafted chest and giving record to Lisa's testimony that his hands and mouth were incredible at pleasuring a woman, even before he got to her pussy. She'd feel terribly foolish to have turned this man aside. She'd have regrets for choosing a prettyboy like Neptune over a proper stud.
Blake's finger slipped right into her wet pussy, sending an electrifying pulse through her core. Mmmmm, the thought of Weiss having to watch this, hell, having everyone watch this... drag them all down to Blake's level, make them realize that, for all the judgments they might have for her fetish, Blake was at least honest about it. Imagining Weiss or Yang or Pyrrha watching with shock, surprise, and undisguisable lust as they saw their friend manhandle a gorgeous babe was such a turn on, and Blake hadn't even gotten to the truly good part yet!
"Oh, oh, yes, Jaune, yes, right there, oh gods, yes, please, I'm so wet!"
One of Jaune's naughty fingers had slipped into Lisa's pussy, just like Blake's was right now. She idly imagined what his would feel like. Incredible, judging from Lisa's reaction. Mmmm, he was hitting all of her spots, wasn't he?
"Oh? You're enjoying this?" Jaune chuckled, still kissing Lisa's tits, "I couldn't tell..."
"D-don't tease me," Lisa whimpered, "I- uhn- you know I need this. N-need this so bad..."
He was so... in charge. Blake couldn't believe it---it was literally enough to jolt her out of her fantasies. Was this really Jaune Arc? Had she made a mistake and... no, it was definitely his voice and his face, the picture quality was good enough to make that clear, but... was this really the same boy who had spent most of the year getting beat up in Goodwitch's class? Was that really his...
Blake made a sharp intake of breath, the sort of noise she should worry might wake her teammates, but she wasn't thinking about that. Because Jaune had slipped Lisa's panties off, and, in doing so, removed his boxers. Revealing his real sword for the camera... for Blake.
He... he must be... damn.
Blake was no stranger to big dicks, but Jaune's casual, easy confidence (was this really Jaune she was seeing?) made it seem like a fucking sledgehammer. Adam was well-endowed, but he clearly thought of his size as the only contribution he had to make to sex, and his bearing always reflected that. Jaune, though... he knew was packing heat, but he knew that the camera hadn't seen his real talent yet.
Her fingers were moving faster and faster, her body feeling like it might explode from the tension as Jaune, teasing her as much as Lisa, lined up his cock with her wet snatch, just begging to be filled by his girthy rod, and rubbed the tip of his penis against it.
"You- you asshole," Lisa moaned, "D-don't tease me like this!"
"Gotta make it look good for the camera, babe."
He did. He so did. Blake needed this like water. She'd trade a month's supply of tuna to see this moment, and the fact that it was on video, that it wasn't something she was ever supposed to see, an invasion of their privacy, of one of her close friend's privacy, as she slammed her fingers into her soaked twat, it was all nearly enough to make her climax right then and there.
But she couldn't. She wouldn't let herself get off because it might distract her from the sight that was now controlling every inch of her attention. She was mesmerized by the sight on her scroll, her eyes intensely focused as... he entered her.
"OoooOOOOAoahhhh, Jaune!" Lisa gasped, evidently unprepared for the suddenness of his assault, "What's gotten into you!"
"I told you," he grunted, his thrusts making the bedsprings squeak as he pounded her, "Wanted to make a show for the cameras."
"Y-yes, oh, yes, Jaune!" she squealed in delight, "You know I love to be on camera... love to be the center of attention!"
Jaune laughed. "Don't I know it... maybe I'll leak the video..."
"You wouldn't dare!" she gasped, playfully.
"Wouldn't I? Doesn't it turn you on, thinking of thousands of people watching you as you got fucked? Getting turned on by the sight of you? Maybe they're masturbating to your sexy body."
Fuuuuuuuuuck, yes, yes she was!
"Oh- oh yesssssss, I- I want that!" Lisa panted, "They're all- they're all watching me! Everyone can s-see me! See me get fucked!"
Gods, yes! It was so- so hot! Blake was watching, hundreds of people were watching and they'd all share this video, until everyone saw how hot it was to watch Jaune Arc make Lisa Lavender moan like a whore as her legs wrapped around him, desperate to take as much of his cock as she could fit inside her!
It was so taboo, so wrong, that Blake was intruding into their privacy, but she wasn't the only one. All of Vale would soon be peering in through their window, watching the two of them, unaware that their blissful coupling was preserved forever, for everyone. Their humiliation would be... so incredible, because they would know that everyone was jealous. Every boy at Beacon would be humbled by Jaune's prowess, all the stuck-up bitches would know that Lisa was just sexier than they were!
Especially now, as she writhed beneath Jaune, crying out, "I- I'm gonna cum, Jaune, I'm gonna cuuuuuuum!"
"Same!" Jaune gasped, "Just gotta- gotta-"
"OH, FFFFFFFFUCK!" Lisa screamed and Jaune groaned and Blake joined them too, unable to hold back as her fingers brought her to an explosive climax.
For a moment, the two of them lay together, catching their breath, recovering. Then Jaune gave Lisa a playful kiss on the forehead, causing her to giggle as-
"Ummm..."
Blake froze. Pure horror flooded her mind as she heard her partner's voice coming from above her.
"So," Yang cautiously whispered, "that... must have been a pretty good video."
But mortification couldn't stop another sensation pulsing through Blake's entire body. Something wicked and naughty and depraved as she popped out her headphones and looked up.
"It was... wanna check it out?"
The unthinkable happened. Yang was silent for a moment. But then, Blake heard her voice. "It's not... nothing super weird, right?"
"Oh, believe me," she licked her lips, "you're going to want to see this. Trust me: you'll love it."
Blake carefully gathered the used sheets from the bed. This was one of her regular duties as the maid for the Arc-Schnee household, and she knew that what she was thinking was a very bad idea.
And yet... she couldn't help herself.
She'd seen the stain on the sheets. She knew what it was. It was the reason her Mistress had summoned her to change the sheets this morning, just like every other time she was summoned to change the sheets.
Holding it up to her face, she inhaled, drinking in the scent of her Master and Mistresses lovemaking, becoming intoxicated as the heady musk of her Master's dried cum filled her nostrils, making her imagine a fresher load invading her body in a different way. Shame and lust made her knees weak, her Faunus senses drinking in all the lingering signs of their passionate mating. She had heard them this morning, she could smell them now, and it was wonderful.
Blake was so glad she was a maid. After the War, the Faunus race was ordered into mandatory service to humans, to keep them from ever rising up again. Many were kept as physical laborers, but some, like Blake, were chosen to serve in easier roles. And when the Arc family purchased her, they had proven to be very gentle masters. Blake was endlessly grateful for how merciful they were to her.
Particularly Jaune.
Blake adored Jaune. She had been kept to serve the entire family, but she was specifically assigned to care for Jaune. And while she took care of cleaning his room, his laundry, preparing food for him... Jaune cared for her just as much. He talked with her, got her books to read, and treated her always like a friend.
Well, not always...
His sisters had once told Jaune that Blake wasn't just his maid. She was also his pet, and that he should start treating her like the pet kitty she was.
Shame buckled her legs as Blake remembered the night where Jaune had stroked her ears, fed her spoonfuls of tuna from the can, and praised her as a good kitten as she purred on her Master's lap. But... she hadn't been able to contain herself. As Jaune pet her, Blake wasn't able to hold back, and she came.
Just in time for one of his sisters to come in.
Jaune and Blake had both been so embarrassed that they never spoke about that night again.
When he moved out of the house, Blake had gone with him, and those were some of the happiest years of her life. He never, unfortunately, treated her like his kittycat, but Blake liked to pretend that, with just the two of them sharing an apartment, her cooking his meals, cleaning his clothes, waiting for him to come home from a long day at work, she was... basically... his wife?
Now she was on the bed, and Blake realized her fingers were stroking her panties. Her uniform came with such a short skirt, she was constantly feeling the breeze if she even got a little wet, and her fingers could tell that her panties were already quite soaked. She was about to finger herself on her Master and Mistresses bed, like some cat in heat! The shame of it all, imagining how she'd reduced herself to a slutty stereotype of her entire race, just made it so much hotter.
Especially because Blake wasn't Master's wife. Master had romanced and married one of the wealthiest women in Remnant, now the CEO of the Schnee Dust Corp, a merciless slave driver of so many Faunus, someone who treated her with a deep and abiding cruelty, and yet, Blake felt no hatred towards this woman.
She lusted for her.
Mistress was a human, a dignified, ladylike human who had nothing but rightful contempt for the little slut cat she kept in her home. She and Jaune made love, while Blake could only imagine being her Master's pet slut, his fucktoy, his bitch. She was fingering herself as she imagined how she could be further degraded, the thought of her Mistress mocking her as a dumb animal, an oversexed slave to her needs. It was all so true! She was just a s-slutty cat, a bitch-pet, a f-fucking-
"Ahem."
Blake shot up, her eyes wide in terror as she saw the disapproving face of her Mistress standing in the doorway. In her white peacoat, she looked not only the imperious CEO, but the very face of Humanity, the image of her subjugation. And Mistress had seen enough.
"I had figured there was a reason for the delay..."
The displeasure was obvious in her voice and a surge of primal fear lodged tight in Blake's throat. Mistress had total authority over Blake, and any punishment could be dealt to her for her disobedience... and worst of all, she might be banished from the home, to never see Jaune again!
"Well?" her Mistress asked, "Don't you have something to say for yourself?" But when Blake merely stammered, desperately searching for the words to say, Mistress's frown grew more severe. But what possible explanation could she give?
"I should have known an animal like you couldn't keep her urges in check. It's in your nature after all..."
Fear still reigned supreme over Blake's mind, but she had to stifle a moan as her Mistress mocked and denigrated her. Her face felt hot as she desperately looked away from the look of pure contempt in her Mistress's eyes.
But that was a mistake. "Look at me when I am speaking to you!" she ordered, and Blake was powerless but to obey. "I've always known you were trying to rub your filthy body against my husband. He's far too tolerant with you, lets you think an animal like you might have a chance with him. I wonder what he'll think of you once I tell him that you're nothing more than a cat in heat!"
"No!" Blake cried, before realizing she'd talked back to her Mistress, "I- I- Please! Please don't tell Master! I'll do- I'll do anything!"
"You'll do anything because you're my pet, slave," Mistress growled, "So you're going to crawl over here and lick my boots, and beg me for mercy."
Blake threw herself off the bed and onto the floor, desperate to seize onto this one glimmer of hope as she crawled towards her Mistress. "Th-thank you, Mistress," she stammered, "Thank you for t-taking mercy on s-such a worthless s-slut..."
"I haven't given you mercy yet, you whore. Lick!"
An eager to please pet, Blake knew, was most likely to be forgiven, so she set to polishing her Mistress's boots with her tongue as passionately as she could. As she did so, her Mistress scoffed at her. "You're getting off on this, aren't you, you little slut? Answer me."
"Y-yes," she confessed, more afraid of getting caught in a lie than admitting the shameful truth, "I l-love licking my Mistress's boots like a good pet."
"Oh? A 'good pet?'" she sneered, "You and I both know you're certainly not that, touching yourself on my bed, making a move on my husband. What are you really?"
"I- I... I'm a desperate, needy whore," Blake admitted, "who cannot control her lusts for her superior Human Masters."
With a sudden surge of anger, her Mistress kicked her aside as Blake yelped in fear and pain.
"I don't know how to punish you!" she complained, "I yell at you, you get off on it, I treat you like a cat in heat, you get off on it, everything I do just makes you a hornier bitch I have to deal with!"
"I- I'm sorry, M-Mistress," Blake wept, "I'm sorry! I promise, I promise I'll be better next-"
"I don't care about next time, I want to see you punished for right now, and the only thing I can think of..." oh no. No, no no, no! "Is to throw you out on the street, where an alley cat like you belongs."
Terror seized at Blake desperately, as she searched for something, anything, that might save her. There had to be some punishment, something awful enough that Mistress would be willing to inflict it on Blake and spare her the terror of being thrown out on the street. "I... make me watch," she croaked.
"What!" her Mistress spat in fury.
"If I had to watch... had to watch my Master make love to a superior, perfect Human, I would know... I would know how worthless I was, and how hopeless it would be to ever imagine my Master looking at me with desire," Blake moaned "I would know that I'm j-just a s-stupid animal, a dumb b-bitch who d-doesn't deserve how n-nice you are to me."
It was a desperate hope, a long shot, but suddenly, her Mistress's mouth curved up in a smile and Blake felt an endless surge of relief... until she realized what she'd done.
As Mistress went to call Master Jaune to the bedroom, Blake felt her heart break all over again. As much as she fantasized about her Master and Mistress's glorious couplings, she knew that seeing it, realizing how deeply inferior she was... it would extinguish her last spark of hope. She would truly be broken, an unloved and useless maid, only valued because they didn't have to pay her what a Human would be paid.
And as he entered the room, the sight of the disappointment on his face drove a dagger into her heart. Mistress had told him about her shameful misbehavior, her whorish display on their marital bed! Lacking any excuse, she merely whimpered in dismay as Mistress led him to the bed.
"It should have been reset," Mistress explained, "but our little whore apparently couldn't do that without masturbating at the thought of you."
"I've never done anything with her," Master reassured his furious wife, and the simple, forthright way he said it was a second dagger, "You know I only have eyes for you."
"Of course I do," Mistress answered sweetly, "You're my husband, Jaune, and I love you as much as you love me. But that unruly animal seems to need a demonstration. So?" she smiled, "Would you care to give her a little show of how much you love me?"
"A repeat performance from this morning?" he teased, "Of course, Weiss. I don't think I could turn down an opportunity to fuck my gorgeous wife."
His eyes were entirely upon her Mistress. He was hardly even aware that Blake was still in the room. But who would? She was just a dingy Faunus slut while Mistress was now undressing, revealing her radiant, porcelain skin, her perfect teardrop breasts, and her delicately trimmed white thatch over her perfect pussy. Who could even notice a girl like Blake with such a glorious sight revealed before them?
The two kissed as they undressed, and Blake stood reverentially to the side. She knew to hold perfectly still, to show no sign of her dismay or her lust. As badly as she wished to cry, to weep openly, to touch herself, to pant and moan, she knew that anything she did would only end with her banishment from the home. So she merely stood there and watched and felt the shame utterly unmake her.
But as her Mistress slipped her Master out of his pants and... and revealed his penis...
Blake couldn't help but gasp at the sight of it. It was miraculous. Generous and so fulfilling, she realized her dirtiest, most secret fantasies had not prepared her for the sight of the real thing. But neither Master or Mistress noticed her misbehavior because both were far too entranced by the other to pay attention to the awkward animal standing beside the bed, watching her betters make love.
But Blake was entranced too. She drank in the sight of her Mistress's slender body bearing the weight of her Master's muscular form. The way his cock disappeared into her, making Blake's eyes grow wide that she could fit him. She had heard the noises of their lovemaking, her Faunus ears able to pick up their eager gasps and cries even in her quarters, but this... this was so much more.
The thought of her ever being enough to pleasure this Adonis, the thought that she might ever tempt him away from his Aphrodite... it had been pure foolishness. Master and Mistress were deeply in love, and even if they weren't, she was nothing compared to her Mistress's glorious, Human body. She had no unsightly ears, she wasn't ruled by her baser lusts and desires, she was so infinitely superior to Blake that merely watching her make love instructed Blake about her uselessness as a Faunus slut.
She was fingering herself. Eagerly and fervently, her panties were off as she pumped three fingers into her pussy. Mistress's pussy was so much more desirable than her sloppy mess, and her fingers were so meager compared to her Master's perfect cock, but she had no choice. She was just a dumb animal, and her urges compelled her to frig herself silly as she watched.
She moaned her climax along with her Mistress, her noises drowned out by the joyful screaming orgasm. And Blake came again along with Jaune, and a third time at the sight of his cock withdrawing from Mistress's pussy, now all white and sticky with his lovely cream.
"Seems she couldn't help herself."
Blake heard her Mistress's words and immediately realized what she had done. She'd been caught. All hope died as purest misery surged forth, tears springing to her eyes and-
"Well," Master said with a smile, "I do have use for a maid to clean me up right now..." and he gestured towards his cock.
Much like with her Mistress's boots, Blake dashed forward to show her desperate enthusiasm for the task. Licking her Master's cock, feeling its girth inside her mouth, filled Blake with a joy that seemed to overwrite all her fears. She could taste his pearly cum and her Mistress's juices, reminding her of where she belonged, but Blake was desperate to remain in that place, to show her proper, worshipful submission to her Human Masters!
So caught up in her task, she almost missed that her Mistress had begun to speak.
"Tsk, tsk. What a needy cunt we have..."
But Master stroked her ears protectively, and Blake fell in love with her Master all over again. "Aww, be nice... I've had her since I was a kid."
Blake was in heaven, even if she knew that Master and Mistress were having a romantic moment above her, while she was just a desperate, horny cocksucker who couldn't control her impulses and desires.
"Jaune... well, alright then... I know you've always wanted to try anal, and she certainly doesn't deserve to be bred by you..."
Blake's heart soared as she looked plaintively to her Master, begging him with her eyes as her tongue struggled to clean his shaft.
"Weiss..." her Master laughed, looking to his perfect, beautiful wife, "you're too good to me."
"Just no bragging to your friends about how you have the best wife ever, okay?" her Mistress smiled, "I have to keep my image up, you know."
Blake immediately got in position, prostrating herself on the bed, but raising her ass up for her Master's enjoyment.
"Let me get your bitch's hole ready for you, honey," Mistress said, coating her fingers in lube before plunging them into Blake's puckered asshole. She gasped, both from the penetration and how cold the lube felt inside her. "You're a lucky little cunt, aren't you?" Mistress hissed in her ear, "Don't ever forget that I decide if he fucks you and where he fucks you."
"Of- of course, Mistress!" she gasped.
"Recite your Mantra," Mistress commanded.
"I am my Master's pet," Blake recited, "I am not a Human and I have no rights. I am fortunate to be owned by my Master and Mistress as- oh!" she gasped as Jaune's dick pushed into her tight little hole, "I- I am an animal, who w-would be lost without Human guidance!" Her voice grew higher as her Master took her deeper, but Blake couldn't stop. "I- I am my Master's pet!" she proclaimed, "I am not a Human! And I have no rights! I am fortunate to be owned by my Master and Mistress, as I am an animal! Who would be lost without Human guidance! I am my Master's..."
She continued reciting as her Master drilled her from behind, stretching her out into a more fitting cocksleeve for her Master's glorious dick. As she chanted her Mantra, her words grew more and more slurred, until it was just a mindless proclamation of her inferiority and the worship she owed her Human Masters!
A sudden SMACK jerked her from her chanting as she realized that Jaune was spanking her like the useless slut she was!
"And what are you, bitch!" he commanded.
"I'm your kittyslut! Please, Master, fuck your kittyslut! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!"
"You love it!" he roared.
"Maaaaaaster!" she cried, "I love it! I love you! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeeeee!"
Proclaiming her love, she finally could handle no more. Blake's eyes rolled up into her head as she came, her body unable to handle the bolts of pleasure, the feeling of her Master conquering her, rutting her like an animal! As she crumpled, he released his load into her, flooding her bowels with his warm, sticky cream. Blake's vision spun, sensation and time became stretched, and she collapsed onto the softness of the bed.
It took a moment for her senses to realign and she could, panting for air, finally remember where she was.
"Gods, Blake," Weiss sighed, "thank you."
And with that, Blake was suddenly no longer the Schnee-Arc's maid-pet, but instead back to Mrs. Belladonna-Arc, lying in bed, well fucked, with her husband and one of her best friends.
"We didn't go too far, did we?" Jaune asked, cautiously.
"Not at all," Blake sighed, "You two were wonderful."
"Well, anytime you want me to join in, Blake, just let me know." Then Weiss gave her a giggle and a conspiratorial whisper, "Your husband's a beast!"
Jaune just chuckled from the compliment. "Well, you're gonna have to get in line. Blake's got a whole schedule figured out for us."
"Well, I think this performance might have moved me up the ranks... surely there's nothing Yang does that can compete with the orgasms you just had," Weiss teased.
Mmmmmm... what a wonderful conundrum---which did she like more: Yang in her cheerleader outfit forcing Blake to blow "her" boyfriend to get a spot on the squad, or being mocked and degraded by a perfect princess like Weiss?
Or Velvet joining her to pretend that they were two lost hitchhikers that needed to get out of the rain only to discover they were now at the mercy of Jaune's ruthless desire, or Ruby as the babysitter, "stealing" Jaune away from her, or Ilia trying to "rescue" Blake from her human captor only to succumb to the taste of human cock, or Neo's... Neo ideas?
Blake looked up to her husband, still feeling his semen, all warm and squishy inside her, and smiled. "Honey... We have the best friends."
Cinder didn't like unknowns.
Oh, there were a lot of things Cinder didn't like. She certainly didn't like getting an "abort mission" call out of the blue, right before she made her move at the Vytal Tournament. She didn't like getting victory snatched away from her on the cusp, and she certainly didn't like having to rapidly organize a kidnapping and exfiltration from Beacon into the Grimmlands.
But what she truly didn't like was that she didn't know why she was required to bring this blond dolt of a Huntsman-in-training back to the Castle of Darkness for a personal interrogation from Salem herself.
He certainly didn't seem remarkable. Mediocre grades, no particular appearance of skill or talent, and no real strategic value. Was he one of Ozpin's favorites? The old fool was a sentimental one, and Salem wasn't... above pettiness, but looking at the cringing, chained, and blindfolded young man, he hardly looked like he was worth anyone's time---certainly not hers, and even less so Salem's!
But her place was not to question orders, so Cinder merely kept watch over the boy. Not that she needed to keep an eye on the prisoner, there was no doubt he wasn't capable of breaking out, but she studied him, looking for what, if anything, he could possibly be hiding, what spark there was to him that made him Salem's priority. But while Cinder normally enjoyed seeing a man whimper in desperation as he awaited his fate, the maddening unknown that surrounded just made her angrier.
"Ah, so this is the prisoner..."
Cinder whirled to see Salem had entered the dungeon. As attentive as Cinder was---and she knew that a moment of inattention meant certain death in her line of work---Salem didn't make noise when she moved, just gliding across her realm, a shadow that moved, silently and unstoppable where she would.
Salem was a great mass of unknowns, but the sort of unknowns that were wrapped around a simple truth: if Cinder fell out of Salem's favor, Cinder would die. So, in truth, Cinder knew all that she needed to know about Salem as she bowed, respectfully, to her Queen.
"He looks exactly as I envisioned him, yes..."
Her words carried no intonation to give Cinder any guidance as to why she'd needed this man to be brought to the Castle of Darkness, but Cinder couldn't help but try to puzzle some meaning out of the meaninglessness, to find some sense in the formless chaos she served.
Her scrutiny, however, attracted the Queen's attention. "You have questions, Cinder?"
She froze, unsure of how to answer that question. Fortunately, Salem could find the meaning plain on her face.
Gesturing towards the young man, she began, "I happened to gaze across the world of men, seeing my plans, dark and labyrinthine, unfold across the continents... and my gaze fell upon you, young man. I caught sight of you and the red-haired Champion, the girl so instrumental to my plans... and I saw what she was up to."
This was now really confusing to Cinder. And worrying She hadn't put much attention on Jaune Arc, but she had put considerable resources to knowing what was going on with Pyrrha Nikos! She was the Maiden candidate, and the target for their opening salvo to turn the Vytal Festival into a massacre. That she was up to something that drew Salem's attention made Cinder nervous. There wasn't supposed to be anything Pyrrha was up to that Cinder didn't know about.
"Cinder?" the witch asked, and Cinder was quick to be attentive to her commands, "Remove his pants."
Cinder knew damn well to never question an order from her Queen, but she couldn't stop herself before doing a double take.
Salem, however, seemed more bemused than anything at Cinder's total surprise. "Oh?" she asked, a wry grin on her unnatural face, "I didn't figure you to be the prudish sort..."
"I just..." knowing that this was the stupidest thing she could do, but unable to stop herself, Cinder had to ask, "Why? Just... why?"
"Remove his pants," the Queen of the Grimm instructed her, "and you shall see."
It was an odd request. An extremely odd request, but Cinder worked for an immortal witch who commanded a global army of monsters to help her pursue her destiny to achieve magical powers, so... stranger things had happened.
Entering the cell, she took another opportunity to look over the young man who was standing, spread eagle, as he was chained to the wall. His legs were slightly trembling, but he was holding up well. Possibly because he was in shock, but Cinder would give him this---she would have bet money that the boy would have been reduced to a bawling mess within an hour of being imprisoned. Perhaps there was more behind that, some internal discipline that Salem spotted.
Or maybe it was a magic thing? She didn't like thinking about that.
"Please don't kill me," whined the blindfolded man as she approached, immediately quashing any respect Cinder might have felt for him..
"Shut. Up," Cinder growled, and he seemed to get the message.
Until, of course, she grabbed his belt. "Wait, wait!" he startled, "Are you seriously-"
"Shut. UP!" Cinder shot back, more forcefully, as you undid his belt and yanked down his-
She had been watching intently for some hidden secret, some birthmark or tattoo or bionic insertion, so Cinder had been caught entirely off guard when an utterly massive, flaccid cock slapped her across the face.
Too stunned by the sudden cockslap to say anything, she just stared in silent disbelief at the third leg the boy was somehow hiding away in his Beacon uniform. Where... how was he able to walk with that in his pants? Could- could that even fit in a woman? She could still feel her cheek smart from the blow...
"...please don't kill me," he continued, obliviously.
"Yes," Salem said, triumphantly, "Just as I saw in my visions... truly a dick worthy of my royal person!"
"Wait, what!" Jaune cried out, "Who- who are you? What does this-"
"Get a good look, Cinder," Salem commanded as, with a rush of magic, she disintegrated her clothes to reveal to Cinder something she never considered before: her genocidal supervillain boss was hot as shit.
Her skin was white as porcelain and, yes, the eyes were nightmarish, and Cinder had no idea what she was doing with her hair, but Queen Salem was a shapely woman, with absolutely huge knockers and a really popping ass that was normally concealed between her robe. Long, slender legs revealed that she wasn't floating everywhere, and as she cocked her hips in a seductive way as she sauntered over to the prisoner, Cinder didn't know who she was more jealous of in the moment.
"Wait, what's happening?" Jaune asked, "Can someone take off my blindfommmmmfph!"
He was cut off as Salem pulled him into a searing kiss, her heaving, naked bosom squashed into his chest. Cinder felt dizzy seeing the intensity of Salem's kiss, her knees suddenly becoming shaky and weak. As Salem's hand reached down to grip his sword, gently stroking it as it engorged beneath her touch, Cinder suddenly toppled backwards into a chair in the corner of the cell. She was too dazed to do much more; that... cock was impressive enough flaccid. Seeing it grow to its full might was leaving Cinder blinking in sheer disbelief.
Salem broke the kiss. "This is what's happening, you magnificent stud---you've attracted the attention of an evil witch who wants to just gobble you up!"
"Who are- whaaaaaaaaa- OH GODS!"
Salem had dropped to her knees and, displaying an inhuman ability, took that monster of a cock in her mouth and started passionately deep throating it.
She wasn't human. Fuck, neither of them were human, it wasn't possible that a cock could be that big or that hard without killing the wielder from the loss of blood pressure, and there was no way a human woman could take that much meat in her throat without suffocating.
But seeing Queen Salem's throat bulge... how was she... how was she...
A sense of shame and inadequacy bloomed across Cinder's face. Seeing the look on Jaune's face, that dazed, dopey look as the Queen of the Grimm pleasured his cock made Cinder realize that she could never do that for him. Not- not that she wanted to suck Jaune's ridiculous dick! No, not at- but the problem was that she couldn't. No woman could, but Salem was making Cinder feel like she wasn't woman enough to handle this man, and...
Cinder's thoughts were interrupted as she found her eyes following Salem's head bobbing up and down, up and down. It was almost hypnotic, how rhythmic her motions were. It wasn't just that she could fit it in her mouth without choking, it didn't even slow her down. Cinder stared, entranced at the sight, and she was even a little disappointed when Salem broke off from sucking his cock, revealing its length, seeming even more massive, as she slowly released it inch by inch.
With a sultry pop she released his anaconda of a dick from her lips (had they always been so... pillowy? Was this more magic, or had Cinder never noticed what a natural cocksucker Queen Salem was?) and Jaune moaned in dismay. Cinder couldn't blame him---the interruption of such a superb blowjob would surely dismay any man.
"Not yet, my darling," Salem said with a smooth confidence, "Though I am impressed that you had the self control to hold yourself back as long as you did. Your little girlfriend's trained you very well... but I won't ask you whose hot little mouth you prefer on your nice, hard dick."
Pyrrha could- Pyrrha could blow him? It wasn't... how? With Salem, she simply wasn't human, but Pyrrha- what, was she a snake Faunus? Cinder felt like she was drowning, like she had only just realized that other women, women she had thought she was superior to, had so far outstripped her ability and she was left reeling in her seat. She wouldn't be caught wanting! She could- she could learn! She wouldn't-
But her eyes traced the length of Jaune's beast and she knew she wasn't kidding anyone. But how could that redheaded hussy manage this?
Jaune's head rolled as he groaned miserably. "Why- why are you doing this..."
"Aww," Salem got up, sliding her fat tits against him as she did, "are you sure you want to ask 'why' or 'who' when you could be asking 'which hole will I be fucking next, Queen Salem?' "
All he could do was groan, his cock trembling at the thought of fucking Salem. Gods above, that thing was a weapon---Cinder could see how the veins almost pulsed on it, and-
WHEN HAD SHE TAKEN HER PANTS OFF?
Cinder realized in horror that her shirt was unbuttoned and she was naked from the waist down. Her right hand was tickling her slit, her palm grinding against her clit, as her left was in her bra, pinching her nipple! She hadn't- was this magic or just- or was she just so horny that she couldn't stop herself from masturbating at the sight of... the sight of...
Gods, if Salem's blowjob was entrancing, Jaune's magnificent cock, still slicked and glistening with Salem's spit from his throat fucking, was making it so hard to focus on anything but the eagerly waggling fuckstick waiting to bury itself inside Salem's pussy. Cinder didn't want to see it go away, to stop looking at it, but by the gods, the sight of a human cock dominating Salem was too much to imagine, especially once he came inside her, when Jaune Arc would put a fucking baby in the enemy of all life!
Cinder didn't know if Salem could get pregnant, but a cock like that... just one shot, and Cinder knew Salem would be knocked up.
Right now, Salem was teasing him, she was grinding her pussy along his dick like it was a rail and gods Cinder needed to see it inside her. She couldn't take a cock like that, she could never even pretend she could take a cock like that, but she knew she'd be dreaming about it for the rest of her days. Even as Jaune made helpless moans of dismay, Cinder knew that she was suffering even more from Salem's teasing.
But it was only a moment before Salem buried Jaune's face between her enormous breasts and took him (and Cinder) to heaven, letting Jaune slip into her and soon... she slid down, inch by beautiful inch, of Jaune's pole, her face twisting in pleasure!
Cinder couldn't do much but whine impotently at the sight of Salem's sexual wonderment. Her fingers, so feeble, so inadequate when she had a perfect view of the tree trunk that should be splitting her open, plunged into her pussy, but her body could only lament how tiny she felt compared to Jaune and Salem. She was just a pathetic little voyeur, masturbating in the corner as she watched a real woman demonstrate how she fucked a real man. Salem's generous booty jiggled on every bounce, her cheeks clapping the percussion as she and Jaune cried out their joyful, erotic excess. And Cinder loved every second of it.
"Oh, gods, Jaune!" Salem cheered, "Oh, I knew you were skilled, but it's so much better to feel it in person than to just see it!"
Whimpering in dismay, Cinder twisted her nipple and flicked her clit as she tried to imagine what Salem was experiencing right now, but she knew fantasies would be all she would ever grasp. It practically looked like Jaune's dick was big enough to distend Salem's belly---no ordinary woman could possibly take this dick, except... except Salem had seen Pyrrha do it. Real women could handle Jaune's meat, women who were- who were better than her!
Admitting her own pathetic weakness sent a thrill of pleasure right from Cinder's pussy straight into her brain. She repeated it, again and again, announcing to herself, and maybe out loud, that she couldn't handle Jaune's cock, because she wasn't woman enough, not like Salem or Pyrrha! Over and over again, she chanted it like a mantra, every time rewarded by bolts of pleasure far better than her tiny little fingers could do for her.
"I'm weak!" she cried out, unable to believe how good it felt to admit it! "I'm a dirty little whore getting off on---ohhhh---watching my Queen get fucked!" Her fingers were slamming into her sopping pussy, so tiny and inadequate compared to Jaune's bitch-breaker! "I'm such a pathetic little slut!"
Cinder's mind drifted into the rhythms of her proclamation. It was impossible to believe that these two sex gods could go any amount of time without bringing the other to orgasm, but that was just because Cinder's pathetic pussy couldn't imagine having anything like Jaune's dick fucking her. For all she knew they were fucking for hours, days even! She was blessed just to watch. But with time, she realized that Salem seemed to be reaching her climax, riding Jaune's beastly cock while squealing out in ecstasy, getting closer and closer to hitting her peak, and then-
Salem toppled forward, screaming with delight as Jaune brought her to a titanic orgasm, and whether it was due to Salem's magic or just the potency of a sexy bitch screaming her lungs out, it brought both Cinder and Jaune over the edge, all three crying out in joy as they came.
Salem, bested by Jaune's heroic dick, slipped off it and fell to the floor in a messy thump, thick cum oozing out of her slit. Cinder realized she was drooling at the sight of Jaune's cock, seeing how messy it was and... how he'd surely appreciate it if someone were to help him clean it off. Someone who... someone who had enough strength in her legs to stand up.
Salem, unsteadily trying to rouse herself from the floor, giggled. "You- you can put him back now---snrk!---Cindy. Jus- Just wanted a lil' taste!" then she flopped back onto the floor and passed out.
Cinder was a panting wreck now, her fingers still mindlessly frigging her as she felt her juices pool underneath herself on the seat. She was a pathetic thing, a woman who got off on how much better other women were. To think she once thought she was superior to Emerald, when, really, the both of them were just slutty bitches who needed to see better women make love to men worthless sluts like them could never satisfy on their own.
Giggling at her realization, Cinder really hoped that Pyrrha would be as understanding and generous to her newly-discovered voyeur fetish as Salem was. Maybe Pyrrha would make her have to earn her spot in the corner...
Cinder slumped into her chair, exhausted. What a mess she was, what a mess...
"Um... Can... can I go now?" Jaune, still chained and blindfolded, though somehow still able to speak after that experience, asked.
There was something about Coco's smirk that Jaune couldn't stand.
He liked Coco a lot, she was cool and friendly and, when she wasn't mercilessly ripping on his hoodie and general fashion sense, she was a good friend and, really, something of a mentor. But right now, as she approached the practice arena with Velvet, Jaune saw that smirk on her face, that look of absolute confidence leaning on condescension, and Jaune just wanted to wipe it off.
He turned to his partner, who also had a confident smile, but one that was soft and gentle. Pyrrha was the best fighter at Beacon, but she never had an ego about it, emphasized by the fact that she was willing to take such a chance on him---by far, the worst fighter at Beacon---and Jaune had put his all into trying to be not a burden on her. And now... her faith and patient teaching was starting to pay off.
They had practiced tirelessly on the rooftop, Jaune putting every ounce of focus and dedication into learning how to fight with sword and shield, to master his aura, and to unlock his Semblance. And while Jaune wasn't sure how well he was progressing with the first two (as much as Pyrrha reassured him that he was making great progress, Jaune never felt like he was achieving enough), but for the last one, Jaune knew he had finally accomplished what he needed.
If they were ready for a doubles match against Coco and Velvet, Jaune wasn't entirely sure, but at least, he knew he could demonstrate that he had improved, and... it was entirely possible that Pyrrha could actually beat two upperclassmen on her own. Training with her had taught Jaune that Pyrrha was scary good, and usually holding back. He could only dream that, one day, he could at least be able to say that he was a help and not a hindrance to her accomplishments.
"Didn't know we'd have a crowd, Arc!" Coco jovially cried from across the room, "I would have gotten all dressed up for the beatdown if I knew!"
"Don't listen to her!" Ruby responded, her "Arkos" pennant fluttering in her hand, "You've got this, Jaune!"
"You mean Pyrrha has this," Weiss groused.
Jaune could have gone without the commentary, but he was glad that Team RWBY was here to cheer them on. He wished that Ren and Nora could be here, too, since they'd been a big part of encouraging him to actually go through with a practice spar, but after the event termed "The Gravy Incident," they were both serving an unavoidable detention. Ren had reassured him that he didn't need to reschedule on their account, and Nora was of the opinion that the punishment had been "worth it," so Jaune resolved to win one in their absence.
But Coco, he knew, wasn't going to make that easy. The two of them exchanged a respectful handshake and then returned to their corners, Velvet offering him a sincere "Good luck!" as he headed back. She was a real sweetheart, having volunteered for the fight in Fox's place, and had leaned on Coco to participate in the first place. Jaune appreciated her interest in helping him out, as fellow Beacon students who'd had to prove that they were more than they appeared to be. Jaune nodded to Pyrrha, who gave him a confident, reassuring smile, the kind that made him feel like he really could win. But he had only a moment to feel that confidence before the fight was on, Coco whipping out her minigun and Velvet braced herself for Pyrrha's charge.
Except, she didn't. Jaune had prepared for this, and wanted to pull out the big guns from the beginning. Show everyone that he wasn't a pushover any more. Placing his hand on Pyrrha's shoulder, he felt his aura pulse and felt Pyrrha's meet it with a matching pulse. He'd amped Pyrrha's Semblance before, and he marveled to feel the rush of control that came with it, that integral sense of mastery that was so deeply entwined in Pyrrha's soul. She had an attunement to metal from her polarity Semblance, and it- it-
Something was wrong.
He wasn't exactly sure what was happening, or how to describe it, but he felt... weird. Weird like he put a little too much of himself in Pyrrha and suddenly felt the polarity that she manipulated as part of her powerset, sort of like how Jaune could "feel" auras when he was using his Semblance. It was like, the two of them got flipped to be the "positive" pole of a magnet, and he felt six... six "negative" poles, pulling on him. But he clung to Pyrrha, keeping her strong, using her expertise and his aura reserves to... something, they... somethinged.
All he knew was that when the effect stopped, Coco and Velvet both looked at them in a daze as deep and confused as the one Jaune was feeling now. His legs felt weak and unsteady, his sword felt heavy in his arms.
What... uh, what did they just do?
But before he had time to collect his bearings, he was suddenly interrupted by an unexpected voice.
Weiss's.
"Jaune!" she shouted from the sidelines, evidently having raced from her seat to the edge of the arena. His eyes were unfocused, but was she... blushing? "You- Is that offer to go see a movie with you from first semester still good? I- I mean," and yeah, she was blushing, "I would also, um, really like it if Pyrrha could come too..."
"No fair!" Ruby exclaimed, popping up next to Weiss in a bloom of rose petals, "Jaune and Pyrrha would much rather go see a movie with me, so back-"
"I don't think they're gonna want to spend time babysitting," Yang teased, then thrust out her chest, "I think I know what Jaune and Pyrrha like..."
"What..." Pyrrha panted in abject confusion, "What is going on?"
"Jaune?" Blake asked in confusion mingled with horror, "Why am I... oh gods, I've never... I've never thought of you, either of you, like-"
She was cut off as Jaune suddenly remembered that he was in the middle of the match as he felt a sudden force slam into him, sending him flat on his back as he smacked into the ground, Velvet striking without warning and kissing him on the-
Wait, what?
But it was true. Velvet was showering him in kisses as Jaune struggled in vain against her, her kisses interspersed with rapid-fire apologies and insistences that she just didn't want to miss her chance and had a crush on him for a long time and just suddenly realized that it was true love and she'd be very happy to share him with Pyrrha and it would actually be better if she could share him with Pyrrha and whoa!
Jaune caught his breath as Velvet was suddenly torn off him. Not by Pyrrha, who was still reeling in confusion or any of the... now furious members of Team RWBY, but by Coco.
"ARC!" she bellowed, an effect in no way diminished by the bright blush on her face, "Would you care to explain to me why I have never had a sexual thought about a man before, but RIGHT NOW, all I can think about is you and Pyrrha stripping me naked right here and having your way with me?"
"Wait, what, I-"
"ANSWER ME, YOU SEXY BASTARD!" she screamed.
"Wait," Pyrrha gasped, leaning forward on her knees as she caught her breath, "I think... I can explain."
"Can you explain why I'm gonna beat Velvet into a pulp?" Yang growled. "Cause that rabbit bitch made a move on my man, and-"
"Our man," Blake interrupted, "Because you and I are going to make sure that that sexy Arkos pair is fucking the both of us like cats in heat!"
"No!" Ruby suddenly cut in. "We're all sharing Jaune and Pyrrha, because we're Team RWBY, and that means we share, equally!"
"Jaune, please!" Weiss begged him, crawling onto the arena, "Surely you want to see your Snow Angel make love to your girlfriend! I'll do anything for you two, I'll eat pussy, I'll do anal, I swear, I'll wear a Valean maid outfit and-"
"ENOUGH!" Pyrrha yelled, and suddenly, everyone grew quiet, looking to her for instruction. Pyrrha stood up tall, taking the commanding pose of a champion, the sort of look Jaune always felt he needed to master to be a great Team Leader, and stared them all down. "All this time... I thought my Semblance was about magnets. It was polarity, it gave me power to control metal, but now I realize... it wasn't about magnets... it was about attraction. Jaune amped my Semblance, and together... we made you all attracted to us."
There was a silence as everyone took that in.
"Well... okay," Velvet said, thinking it over. "I guess that makes sense, but... who are you choosing, then? Because you can have me and Coco. Or me and Coco and RWBY, I really wouldn't mind sharing so long as you both use me as your little rabbit toy and don't mind fucking me silly. I'm very happy to do anything-"
"I think we can fix this..." Jaune said cautiously, realizing that the girls were looking at him with a desperate, hungry look. "I can just-"
"Good!" Weiss interrupted, "Fix them, you know you want your Snow Angel, don't you, Jaune? Don't you want these lips wrapped around your big, hard cock, and-"
"TITS, JAUNE!" Yang yelled, cupping her rack, "And Pyrrha---don't think I don't know you've checked me out in the showers. These are all yours, if you-"
"And I was already attracted to you!" Velvet protested, "So you don't have to change anything! You don't have to change any of us, I'd love to be one of your harem girls, I'm not jealous or anything!"
Pyrrha tried to take control of the situation. "HEY!" she barked, "I thought I said- mmmph!"
She was cut off as Coco pulled her into a deep kiss and Jaune, the tactician of JNPR, was making a calculation he never thought he would ever have to---Coco's strength was impressive, definitely stronger that Pyrrha in close quarters, and with her arms already wrapped around her, plus she was probably as exhausted as Jaune was, maybe more so with her lower aura reserves, and Pyrrha had no chance to break away.
And now both Weiss and Velvet were advancing on her and- oh! Ruby shot forward in a burst of petals to wrap her arms around him and bury her face in his chest and-
"ENOUGH!" Jaune roared, his voice crashing down upon the lot of them. Even Ruby loosened her grip as Jaune squared his shoulders and gave his most commanding presence. "We have a Semblance mishap, and it's something we've-"
"But Jaune," Blake whined, "don't you want to fu-"
"I am talking!" he barked, and Blake reeled a little at his command (and... seemed to do a little more than that). "We've prepared for this. Everyone is going to stop for one moment and realize that they are under the effect of a mind-altering aura event. You are going to report to the infirmary, and we are going to get this checked out. Is that UNDERSTOOD?"
"Yes," the girls mumbled, miserably.
He shot them a look.
"Yes, SIR!" they added, with Ruby and Velvet even saluting.
Well, she'd learned something about herself today.
One, that her Semblance, which she had practiced and honed over years of careful study, didn't work the way she always assumed it did.
And two, her soon-to-be-boyfriend was way less onboard with the whole "let's have an orgy" thing than she was.
She wasn't sure which one surprised her more.
Probably the second. Pyrrha had just naturally assumend that of course Jaune wouldn't mind sharing her, so long as it was with another girl. She didn't know much about sex and sexuality, but she had heard that guys liked it when their girlfriends made out with other girls. And, frankly, she was more interested in the women of Beacon than the men, so that was definitely something she'd be happy to compromise on.
She just... really wanted to have sex with multiple partners. It was her embarrassing fetish, and she knew she could never get a chance to really explore it, not when she was a celebrity, but damn, when Coco kissed her, Pyrrha had to admit, she was disappointed when Jaune took control of the situation, rather than just fucking every willing hole he could get his hands on while the two of them passed girls back and forth, trying them in every imaginable position...
The ding of the elevator brought Pyrrha out of her little fantasy. They had been summoned to Ozpin's office to discuss with the Headmaster the situation that had happened. The second time this week, what with having to account for Nora's... incident, but this one felt even more dramatic. Jaune seemed nervous, but Pyrrha knew to remind herself that they couldn't really be in any trouble---this was an unexpected issue with a Semblance that had been previously tested, but, because they had tested it away from people, they hadn't realized what effect it might have. These things were to be expected, and, besides, Pyrrha was confident it'd wear off. After all, she didn't magnetize the metal objects she picked up with her Semblance permanently.
Of course, she'd never really had it boosted before...
"Take a seat," Ozpin instructed, and the two of them sat across from him, looking over the desk as the Headmaster paged through the paperwork he had spread out before him.
"You'll be relieved to know that none of the girls who were... affected by your Semblance are showing any sign of permanent damage."
Jaune let out an audible sigh of relief, but Pyrrha could tell that he was about to say more... and that he was putting the good news first.
"The problem is... all six girls still report that their, ahem, thinking has been altered."
She could tell Jaune's eyes were going wide next to her, but Pyrrha had questions that needed to be answered, right now.
"They're still obsessed?" Pyrrha asked, trying to hide the eagerness she was feeling.
"Not an obsessive interest, no," Ozpin clarified, "They've calmed down from that, but... each of them independently reports that they..."
"Just say it," Pyrrha said, growing tired of the whole song-and-dance, "We all know what you're talking about."
Ozpin nodded. "Very well. All six report that they still find the two of you to be very attractive, likely the most attractive man and woman they've ever known. It seems the intensity of their feelings has been corrected, but it's left an impression on their parameters of male and female sexual attractiveness."
"What does that..." Jaune searched for a word, "mean?"
From the way he was clearing his throat, Pyrrha could tell that Ozpin didn't particularly want to have this conversation, "Well... it seems that, while they're no longer feeling a compulsive need to, um, date you," yeah, that was what they were feeling a need for, "each and every person affected by your combined Semblances report the two of you as the most attractive person they know of, including people they know or celebrities, regardless of prior sexual preferences and identities."
"...Oh." Jaune said.
Well, Jaune, she imagined herself saying, I guess we've got no choice but to build us a harem with all our hottest friends and it would sure be a shame if we gave Professor Goodwitch a demonstration of our new Semblance combo.
But instead she remained silent, desperately trying to think of something, anything to say that... achieved the same goals as what she was imagining without... literally saying that.
Pyrrha Nikos was hot. Smoking hot, really, she was a top shelf, Grade A babe, and Coco had a very precise measuring system for that. A lot of Beacon girls were in her tier---Yang was pure sexuality, Blake had that mysterious, foreign beauty thing going on, and Weiss was the kind of elegant pretty Coco didn't really go for, but she got it. Pyrrha, though, Pyrrha balanced all three of those. Coco had had the hots for her for a long time now, even if it hadn't been so... amplified before.
But Arc was... a guy. Even before you factored in the fact that he was Jaune Arc, there was the simple fact that Coco wasn't really into guys.
But shit he was hot now.
Coco didn't feel like her attitude towards men had changed. Fox wasn't suddenly attractive to her, neither was Spruce Willis. Just Jaune Arc. That was her one exception.
And what an exception...
Thinking back to when Jaune put his hand on Pyrrha at the start of the match, the moment where Coco suddenly felt all loopy and then she opened her eyes and... yeah, she got weak in the knees. Barely able to process how badly she wanted him. And Pyrrha, she was wild about Pyrrha, but she was already wild about Pyrrha, but with Jaune...
Ohhh, she wanted to be the filling in that sandwich!
Even now, though, now that she didn't have this overpowering desire for Jaune and Pyrrha to step on her, just to feel their feet against her skin, Coco had to admit... she still really wanted to have sex with him. To leave a trail of kisses down his broad, muscular chest. To suck his cock while Pyrrha watched, or have the both of them give him a tittyfuck, or make out with her while Jaune was fucking her and eating Pyrrha's pussy.
What was wrong with her?
She'd just been through the single most embarrassing medical examination she'd ever conceived of, listing not just her sexual history or romantic history, but a description of her crushes, and yeah, she had been honest. About Goodwitch. She could feel the judgment radiate from the nurse who insisted she wasn't judging. And then she was asked to rank the attractiveness of different figures while hooked up to an aura machine.
And while seeing Jaune and Pyrrha's pictures didn't drench her panties like in the arena, her heartbeat definitely sped up, her breath caught in her throat, and she realized that she was very much going to have a hard time talking to either of them without embarrassing herself.
But fuck, that kiss... it'd all be worth it for one more kiss!
Right now, she and Velvet were sitting together in an examination room, the two of them just left to sit and kill time while they hoped to
"I wonder what Team RWBY's talking about right now," Velvet said, suddenly speaking up.
Coco shrugged. "What's it to us?"
"I dunno," her ears wilted a little, "Aren't you... worried they might be plotting to cut us out of the-"
"Velvet!" Coco protested, "We're not thinking straight! We shouldn't be getting all... paranoid. Besides, Jaune and Pyrrha... have each other, they don't-"
"How was the kiss?"
Turning to stare at her teammate, Coco looked at Velvet in disbelief.
"Wasn't it the best kiss you've ever had? Better than any you ever imagine you'll have in the future?" Suddenly, she sighed, her eyes taking on a faraway look. "I thought I was in love with Jaune, but when I kissed him, I realized... I didn't even know what love was. I wanted to feel like that forever, and all we had to do was find a way to convince them to let me just join them in bed, and I would get that."
Coco... Coco didn't know how to respond to that. Yeah, it had been a damn good kiss, but... well, would she call it the best kiss ever? Was it...
Shit. Velvet was right.
"What do you think we should do?" she asked Velvet in a panic. In a more normal time, she'd have noted that she was the one freaking out while Velvet was the one who seemed to have it all figured out, but right now, she wasn't thinking things exactly through, due to the aforementioned freaking out. Well, she was thinking of something through, what it'd feel like to have her lips on Pyrrha's while Jaune-
"I have a plan," oh thank the Brothers, a change in subject, "to make sure that we all get fucked by Pyrrha and Jaune."
Aaaaaaaand she was right back to the original subject, but between the whiplash and the intensity of her imagination (well, the usual intensity of Coco's lechery, but now it was about a guy) made her just lean in, eager to hear more.
Stepping out from Ozpin's office, Jaune let out a deep and weary sigh.
If he had known how weird his life would become by going to Beacon, he would have... probably still done everything he'd done the first time. He glanced to Pyrrha, letting his gaze linger on her as they walked back to their dorm. She was really... incredible, wasn't she? In the ring, in the meeting with Ozpin, she was the one taking charge, she was the one asserting herself as the leader. For as much as she told him how comfortable she was taking his orders, how often she encouraged him to just tell her what he wanted her to do, that she'd follow his orders, no matter what they were. She told him that a lot, sometimes without any prompting, late at night, while he tried his hardest not to take a peek at her underwear.
He did the laundry for his team, he knew Pyrrha used to have more... ordinary pajamas, so how come she never seemed to wear them anymore!
Ugh. He was such a letch. And right now, the team needed a leader. But at the same time, he also knew that trying to tough it up, prove himself a leader only served his ego---it didn't help the team unless he could provide leadership. So he knew what he had to do: swallow his pride, and ask Pyrrha for help.
"Pyr," he said, hating that he was letting her down yet again, "I really think... I really need to know what you're thinking we should do here. I'm out of my depth and I need your help."
"I guess..." she started slowly, clearly feeling as embarrassed as Jaune was that they were even in this situation, "I guess we've got no choice but to form-"
"JAUNE!"
They both turned in surprise to see the last person Jaune could really face right now. And she was furious.
It was Coco. A girl he felt extremely guilty towards. And who should still be in the infirmary? But before Jaune could ask about that, she pointed a finger at the both of them accusatorily.
"I don't know what the two of you just discussed with Ozpin, but I hope you thought long and hard about what your Semblance has done to two teams of Beacon students."
Jaune cringed in crushing guilt. He'd been thinking about what he'd accidentally done to his friends, but he also had to remember that his actions could impair the function of the defense of Vale. This was even more serious than he'd been able to imagine it. "I- I promise," he said, trying to sound like a responsible leader, "that I will take care of this situation. No matter what it takes, I fully commit to making this right."
"Good. Because if you two don't start dating all of us, then the jealousy is liable to tear this entire school apart!"
"I pro- WHAT?"
Even Pyrrha seemed startled by this. "Wh-what do you mean?" a clear nervousness in her voice. "I mean," she laughed, "if you're suggesting that you all become our harem, I guess if it's the only way..."
Pyrrha was trying to keep her spirits up, but Jaune knew that this plan simply couldn't work. "I mean, we can still try to undo this, without doing anything drastic!"
Coco sighed. So did Pyrrha, for some reason.
"Listen, Jaune, I think I've got more... perspective than the others, cause I am literally not attracted to any other guys, so I'm not... all woo woo about you right now, but I know the other five aren't going to sit easily with any situation that doesn't end without them getting some from the both of you."
"Well..." Jaune looked to Pyrrha, nervously biting her upper lip. Dammit, did she have to look so goddamn attractive all the time? Obviously, Jaune wanted to bang all seven of them, ideally at the same time, and getting to see Weiss and Pyrrha make out, or fucking Velvet while she ate out Coco had entered a few of his fantasies, but now was not the time to think about depraved lewdness! He had to help his friends!
"Here's what we can do," Jaune suggested, "The two of us will rotate dates with the girls to keep jealousies from getting out of control, and this way Pyrrha doesn't have to... have to do anything she doesn't want to," with me, he added subconsciously, the voice in his head knowing that the only reason he had so many beautiful girls throwing themselves at him was mind control, and he couldn't bear the thought of forcing Pyrrha to be stuck with someone like him. "And that'll buy us time to find a way to-"
"Nope!" Coco laughed, "I talked it out with the other girls, and we've all agreed. Jaune: you're dating Pyrrha. It's official and you are going to be taking her on dates, with us. Sometimes all seven, sometimes just threesomes, but you two are an item now."
Jaune turned back to Pyrrha in shock only to be cut off.
"I GUESS WE HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO DATE, THEN!" Pyrrha said, way too loudly.
Oooooookay.
Jaune wasn't the best at picking up on certain social cues. Really, Jaune was only intellectually gifted in one, single dimension, and that was in Huntsman's tactics. Everywhere else, he had to admit, he was kind of an idiot. But even he wasn't so dense as to not realize what her words had to mean.
'Pyrrha, do you..." he swallowed as he saw the clear, vibrant anxiety on his partner's face, "Do you like me?"
"She does," Coco interrupted before Pyrrha could respond, "and, yeah, you like her too. Everyone but you two knows that and we're not going to sit by and deny ourselves while the two of you just dance by each other. So! As agreed, you two: dating."
Jaune and Pyrrha could only sputter in response to Coco's brusqueness, a brusqueness she was using as effortlessly as her minigun, blasting right through their objections until they were just shattered fragments of words. Jaune had to give her this: Coco was the one person at Beacon blunt and forceful enough to punch through all this awkwardness and make... this relationship happen.
"You two and the rest of us: fuckbuddies. Some dating, ideally, but we've agreed that you two should get to set the pace of these relationships."
"Wait," Jaune cut in, "but what about the jealousy issue?"
Coco's smile got wider, "Why, so you do want to date all of us? How sweet of you, Jaune! Pyrrha, your thou-"
"Yes!"
That was... a very fast response.
"Pyrrha..." he asked, the second time in five minutes, "do you... are you interested in other women as well?"
"I just think it would be..." her eyes darted as she looked at him, "I just think it'd be really hot if we had a big, sexy harem of girls we could have orgies with, okay! It's my fetish and I'm not ashamed to admit it!"
From the looks on her face, she was, a little, ashamed to admit it, but Jaune knew that just meant it had taken her a lot of courage to tell him. And he must have put her through hell not picking up the obvious clues he was completely missing. So the very least he could do was support his part- support his girlfriend in this trying time.
Wrapping her in his arms, Jaune pulled Pyrrha into a searing, long awaited kiss. He felt her lips underneath his, lips that had never expected to feel what they were feeling now, but surprise quickly gave way to desire as she kissed him back, the two of them passionately making up for lost time as Jaune and Pyrrha's tongues introduced themselves to each other.
As Jaune broke the kiss, he nuzzled Pyrrha's cheek, watching as her body tensed every time she felt his breath on her ear as he whispered: I think it's a really hot idea, too.
"Oh gods!"
They turned to see Coco leaning against the wall, red faced and panting. "So-sorry," she said, catching her breath, "You two really don't realize how attractive you are to us now. So attractive..."
Pyrrha laughed. Jaune did too, as, with a wicked thought, he lead Pyrrha over to the first of their new shared girlfriends and planted a kiss on her left cheek as Pyrrha did the same on her right. And Jaune couldn't lie---seeing the cool, composed Coco Adel completely lose her composure as she came right in the middle of the hallway was a major turn on for him.
Not so cocky now, was she?
Best.
Semblance.
Ever!
Right now, Pyrrha was splayed out on a bed while a small pile of girls were kissing and rubbing every inch of her. She wasn't sure whose pussy she was eating, but she knew that it was delicious, or who was eating her pussy, but she knew she was an expert. The mouths on her tits were suckling with gusto and her right hand was groping someone's tight ass (she was pretty sure it was Weiss's, but she'd have plenty of time to get to learn her new girlfriends' bodies) as her left was fingering someone's pussy.
But Pyrrha knew the real fun stuff was coming when she heard the door turn. Her girls heard it as well, and there was a sudden scramble of bodies racing to the door, letting Pyrrha see who had been where (she had been right about Weiss's ass!), and giving her the beautiful sight of six sexy, naked babes throwing themselves at her boyfriend.
"Hey, hey, hey! Let me shut the door fir-MMMPH!"
He was cut off by the eager swarm of girls who simply didn't care if someone saw their naked bodies in their rush to greet their boyfriend. Pyrrha thought it was only appropriate that the girls be allowed to show their love however they felt, but Jaune disagreed.
And yet, he didn't want to be more controlling, as much fun as that would be!
Well, Pyrrha could get him there. He was a man after all, and his objections pretty quickly dissolved as Yang and Velvet had him buried in their nice, fat tits, Coco and Weiss clung to his arms in adoration, while Blake and Ruby, those naughty girls, helped him out of his pants. She giggled at the sight, licking her lips at the beautiful view in front of her and slipping her fingers into her pussy.
Ah, but fingers felt so insufficient when there was something even better right in front of her!
"Bring him over here, girls," she purred, and they were quick to comply. The only thing they liked better than Jaune or Pyrrha was the two of them together.
"Such good girls," she said, stroking Velvet's ears, making her bunnygirl moan in lustful desire as the rest of them were practically drooling to see the most beautiful woman they knew spread her legs to accept the hottest stud they'd ever met.
Well, she certainly couldn't fault them for their tastes...
Already well set up by their little harem, Pyrrha was very wet and Jaune was very hard, so no foreplay was needed as he knelt down on the bed and pulled her legs over his shoulders as he slid his shaft right into her and got to work!
Oooh, he was good. Once Pyrrha learned that she needed to abandon anything resembling subtlety and just point blank tell Jaune what she wanted, she could finally break through the barrier of obliviousness and damn he was good at keeping her satisfied. But he wasn't alone...
Looking around at the drooling girls, their faces filled with naked, lecherous desire as they moaned at the sight of their personal sex gods giving them a private show just made Pyrrha so much hotter. They adored her, and she loved to soak up their lustful stares as she felt her magnificent stud of a boyfriend finally give her the railing she'd been hoping for since she speared him in Initiation!
Oh, Pyrrha was a dirty girl, and she loved finally being able to play the part she'd been fantasizing of for so long! Especially with how good it felt to take Jaune so deep inside her pussy, making her squirm and wriggle to feel him scratch her itch! He was a maestro, his baton conducting a symphony of cries, with Pyrrha his lead vocalist and an eager chorus giving a backing track of lusty moans.
Time to give some direction of her own... "Weiss!" she cried out, her voice interrupted by Jaune's thrusts, "Kiss Jaune!"
The white-haired girl was all too eager to carry out Pyrrha's order, something she wouldn't even have dreamed of before that fateful spar. Jaune's thrusts slowed a little as he was distracted by Weiss's passionate kisses, but the sight of Jaune and Weiss together was more than making up for it. "Ruby! Help your partner out! Yang and Velvet, I'm gonna suck your tits while fingering Coco and Blake! Now hop too it!"
The exhortation was unneccessary, the girl's all too eager to be included that they zoomed to her side. She alternated between Velvet and Yang's bosoms while her fingers pumped away into Coco and Blake's very wet pussies, the usually in-control girls now so wild with lust they were practically humping her hand. And all the while, Jaune's dick was taking exceptional care of her, absolutely pounding her even as Weiss and Ruby fought for his attention, rubbing their slender bodies against Jaune's and brushing Pyrrha's legs. Their girls were crying out in praise and ecstasy---there was nothing they loved more than watching their hottest couple make love. Pyrrha wanted to make it last, but...
Mmmm, she'd been primed a little too well, hadn't she? It wouldn't do for The Invincible Girl to give and underwhelming performance, but at the same time, Pyrrha really couldn't bring herself to care with how good she felt, just absolutely drowning in lustful attention. Besides, if she came now, that'd mean some other lucky girl would get Jaune's cum... and she was a very generous girlfriend, wasn't she?
With a shuddering cry, Pyrrha gave in, toppled over the cliff, and came hard around Jaune's cock. What a man she had, what a stud... And the best part was, now she'd get to watch. As Jaune withdrew, Weiss and Ruby were on his cock in seconds, eagerly slurping it up and getting it nice and clean. Eager little Velvet had crawled on top of Pyrrha to kiss and grope her, while, from the sound of things, Yang and Blake started to make out and Coco whined with need, reminding Pyrrha that, even as dazed as she was, she had to take care of her darling harem girls.
Soon, though, Velvet had rolled off Pyrrha, and she could try to take charge of the room once more.
"So," she giggled up to Jaune, moaning as Weiss struggled to take his shaft while Ruby suckled on his balls, "who do you want to fuck next?"
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, an eager chorus of "Pick me!" exploded from their audience. The sight of so many gorgeous babes, some with fingers still in their snatch, so eager to get fucked... Pyrrha couldn't imagine anything sexier!
"Now girls," her boyfriend lectured---oh, she loved when he got stern!---with a playful wag of his finger, "You know that we have a system to keep things fair..."
Gods above... best Semblance ever!
The sight of an agitated Ilia was what usually greeted Jaune when he arrived in the morning at his office in the White Fang headquarters. It was a common occurrence for two reasons: the first, that they were both Blake's close confidants---he was her childhood friend, and Ilia was her closest female friend---and with Adam's ascendence to High Leader, the two of them had been brought up the ranks on her coattails. They worked together a lot. The second was that Ilia was always agitated about something.
But today... today was something different.
Ilia's agitation was quiet, more like a tigress coiled to strike than her usual flurry of gripes, and she was watching him carefully. Jaune was a strategist for the White Fang, and while he wasn't the best in the heat of the moment, he knew that this wariness meant something was coming his way. Something he wasn't going to like.
So he sat down at the desk and swept away the intercepted SDC memos to give his full attention to Ilia.
"Alright," he said, "Out with it---what is it today?"
"Adam."
Jaune was quiet at that. They were in the headquarters of the White Fang, talking about the High Leader, and not just any High Leader. In Sienna's day, one could talk critically about the leadership so long as you were quiet about it and didn't do anything to affect discipline. She wasn't what you'd call open to disagreement, but she sure wasn't Adam.
Even being close to Blake wouldn't be enough to protect them if Adam found out that there was a hint of insubordination to be found. It wasn't just Adam's own militaristic drive---he'd surrounded himself with toadies like Fennec and Corsac, men who knew their closeness to Adam meant they could accumulate influence by sniffing out enemies and if they started to think that Blake's faction wasn't cowed...
Jaune looked away. "That's... not an easy-"
"You know what I'm talking about."
"Adam's a successful leader," he quietly rebutted. "We've achieved a lot under him."
"Yeah," Ilia nodded, "We've achieved a lot. But how much of that is Adam? Blake writes his speeches. You devise the plans-"
"That he executes!" Jaune protested.
Ilia just gave him a sardonic look. "Yeah, and that's why he's the one in the infirmary with a bullet in him instead of Brun and Lascaux. Face it, Jaune---everyone admired Adam for the things he did, for the man he was, but we've got to ask... at what point did he stop being that man?"
Jaune blushed.
"You're just defending him because you're scared of him. I'm scared of him too, so scared, but..." and her face fell, her color turning pale, "Jaune... you know how hard it is to watch what he's done to Blake."
That was true. The kind of truth that curdled in Jaune's gut when he thought about it. There were few things in this world that Jaune truly hated, and Adam was close to the SDC for what he did to Blake.
Ilia continued. "People are loyal to Blake and, weirdly, to you," Jaune cringed a little at that. "You know I mean it with love. But, yeah, people like you for some reason and if we can bring Blake around, I've been talking to the old Sienna loyalists, and that means the three of us have enough clout to force Adam out as High Leader!"
It sounded good. Hopeful. But Jaune shook his head. "But Blake... she won't turn on Adam."
"She will." Ilia said it with utter confidence. The kind that made Jaune think he had the wrong of it. "Blake is still Blake, still the brilliant, strong willed girl we knew before Adam crushed her spirit. She just has to be reminded of that, not just told, shown. Show her she's beautiful, that she's worthy of adoration and love and give her the self confidence she needs to kick that bastard to the curb."
Jaune... had to agree. If Blake could get out from under Adam's domineering self, if she could just spend a single day without his shackles on her, she'd find she had the strength to kick even Adam to the curve. Blake was his inspiration for a reason---she could do anything.
But...
"Easier said than done," Jaune grunted, "How do you think I could get through to her on this?"
"Sleep with her."
The words hit Jaune like a cannonball. Ilia spoke quietly, directly, but it felt like she had screamed it. Hell, the room felt like it was shattered by the implications there.
"You can't be serious!" Jaune thundered back.
"I've thought this through, Jaune. Show her that she doesn't have to settle for Adam, and-"
"Why don't you-"
"You think I don't want to?" Ilia looked at him, her eyes burning with a seething jealousy, "Do you think it wouldn't make me happier than anything else if she... if she..." She sighed, blinking away tears. "But you and her... I know what she doesn't know. What you pretend you don't know. You mean so much to her and I hate you so much for it... but I care too much for Blake to let her continue to languish under that asshole's thumb!"
Jaune was about to respond, about to contest what Ilia was saying, but... but Ilia's tone made it clear that it was just too important for him to deny it. They loved Blake, they both loved her dearly, and they'd both been wrapped up in terrible pain watching Adam slowly crush her spirit and independence.
So he nodded and said, "Okay."
It wasn't good enough.
Shoving the papers aside, Blake bit her tongue, focusing on the pain to keep the tears away and keep from crying in her frustration because she already knew what Adam would say. That it wasn't passionate enough, that it was too "intellectual," that it sounded too much like her voice, that he was wondering if she was trying to sabotage him, that he was giving her a lot of patience for their long relationship, that it wasn't good enough.
It was never good enough.
She was never good enough.
That was why she wasn't at Adam's side, why she slept in a private room instead of with her lover, who came to visit her when he needed something, but was always too busy for anything that-
A knock on the door brought an almost uncontrollable wail of dismay in her throat that she struggled to force down. She was in no state to be seen right now, but... but she had to keep up appearances. People would talk if she seemed unhappy, and that... that would get back to Adam. Taking a moment to fix her face, she took a deep breath, smiled, and went to the door.
The sight of Jaune's face behind it almost broke her.
He'd always been her confidant. Her closest and dearest childhood friend, the one who listened to all her fears and anxieties. Well, all her fears and anxieties except one. The thing she couldn't bear to admit to him, the stormcloud rolling above her and the river roiling through her heart, the anguish that wanted to burst out. That she was so close to the most understanding and compassionate man she knew and yet, couldn't bring herself to open up to him brought her to new pain.
Jaune, though, was also the man who always brightened her day. Even if she couldn't tell him her woes, he was the man who helped her with them. The man who always had a bright smile and a cheery disposition, always with something to take her mind off her problems.
The man who Adam privately mocked right to her face, joking that he had "nothing to worry about" between her and him because he was... because of words Blake didn't like to think.
"Hey Jaune!" she said, her cheerfulness almost not a lie, "What's up?"
His ears seemed to wilt a little and Blake's eyes went wide. If something was affecting Jaune like that... "Come in, come in," she quickly told him, ushering him inside and shutting the door. "What's the matter?"
He looked at her with sorrowful eyes. "Blake... I think you know."
Her mouth opened to deny it, to feign confusion or laugh it off, but even as her jaw moved, her tongue was still. She merely stared, every ounce of her strength holding back her emotions... and then it broke.
Jaune caught her as she slumped forward. Her face pressed into his chest and she felt her tears stain his shirt as she wept aloud, so many years of secret grief and self-loathing pouring out as he enfolded her, safe in his arms, and pulled her tightly into an embrace.
"I'm not good enough!" she wailed, "I'm j-just not good enough!"
"Blake... that's not-"
"It's true!"
"It's not!"
Blake reeled. She'd never heard Jaune be so forceful before in her life. His words had stunned her, blown out her objections, briefly even silenced her self-loathing as he refused to let her deny it. She didn't want to hope, but...
Jaune continued, placing his hands on her shoulder, his touch something she wanted to pull away from as badly as she needed him to hold her right now. "I- I'm sorry," he said, softly, but still insistently, "but... but it's not true. Blake... I don't know how to make you realize this, but... but you're the one people are loyal to! You're the one who's designed what the White Fang is since Sienna stepped down, and... and you're... you're who I'm loyal to. You're who I believe in."
She tried to look away, tried to make sure her childhood friend couldn't see the torment she was in, but she couldn't break from his gaze.
"Blake..." he stared into her eyes, seeing her own disbelieving amber mirrored in his mesmerizing blue, "You're... you're amazing. You're the bravest of us, the hardest worker, the one who always believed in the cause-"
"But I don't," she whispered, "I don't- I don't know if I'm-"
"The real cause. The White Fang cause. Not Adam's. You've always been a believer in the real cause." Then he stopped for a moment, his voice dropping low as he said, "And... you deserve better than him. You're beautiful, Blake, the most beautiful-"
"Stop!" she cried, "Stop, you can't-"
But Jaune would not be stopped. "It's true!" he declared, "I've always thought you were beautiful, you're kind, you're sweet, you're- you're- Blake!" he cried, "I'm in love with you!"
Her heart stopped. It couldn't- it couldn't be true! But his eyes, he looked so sincere, that Blake-
"If Adam ever found out..." Blake said timidly, "If he finds out, he'll-"
"Fuck him," Jaune grunted. "He doesn't matter, not here and not now. We can talk about him later and find a way to get you free of him, but... right now, all I want is to think about you."
Then he kissed her.
She didn't even feel it, at first, too shocked to realize what was happening until he was already upon her, his lips pressed into hers, shock exploding across her face as she tasted him... Even as sudden and forceful as he was, he was still so gentle, so caring. Nothing at all like Adam, for whom all romantic and erotic attention was exclusively for his enjoyment. No, Jaune's kiss was invigorating, the unfamiliar feeling of love, affection, and attention without any demands reminded Blake of everything she read in her romance novels as she kissed him back.
Even as dangerous as it was, she couldn't stop the joy from springing up from her heart.
"More..." she whispered as he released her, and Jaune smiled back.
"As you wish," he said.
Soon, he was undressing her, making Blake shiver with pleasure at his touch as layer after layer of clothing was removed until she was in her underwear. He paused for a second, and Blake's heart trilled to see how reverently he gazed upon her bra-clad chest. She puffed it out, soaking in the feeling of a man looking at her with a lust that was loving instead of controlling, dominating. It thrilled her to purr, "Would you do the honors?" and let him unhook her underwear, revealing her naked form to Jaune.
She repaid the favor, undressing him as she pulled him onto her bed. They were naked, together, and Blake was almost afraid to think about how wild this was. Like that she would discover that this was just a dream, a desperate fantasy she might wake up from. But no, he was Jaune and Jaune was here and Jaune gazed upon her with desire.
Blake was not a virgin, indeed, Jaune probably was, but exposed before his gaze, Blake felt a powerful and nervous blush creep across her face. She felt inexperienced, afraid to take the step. But... but Jaune, like he always was, was there for her. Reassuring. Kind. His eyes drank in her nakedness and his face poured out love upon her. She was... she was beautiful to him.
Spreading her legs, she revealed her pussy to him, glistening in the light as she showed him the wetness that he brought her to. Jaune... she had always loved Jaune, but as a childhood friend, as her constant supporter through everything, but now, now she realized that she loved Jaune on a different level. On a deeper level. That there was something perfect about it being him who came to her now... came to her rescue.
"Save me," she whispered, feeling the mists of fantasy enrapture her.
But Jaune looked back to her with a smile and a kiss on her forehead. "You don't need me to save you. I'm just here to help you save yourself."
"Then let me pretend," she said with a smile of her own, "Let me be the damsel in distress... rescued by her heroic knight."
"That, I can do," he said, and sealed the moment with another kiss as he pressed his body into hers.
Blake gasped to feel it. Until now, it had just been gentle, sweet Jaune, even if he was approaching her amorously. But now, now she could feel his weight atop her, feel his chest against hers, his heartbeat against her flesh, the hardness pressing against her between her legs. It was the moment that she realized the full weight and truth of the moment, that it was not just the return to a feeling of love, not just a rejection of Adam, but the realization that Jaune wanted her. Jaune, the boy she should always have chosen, the one who'd always been with her, was now atop her, poised to claim her as his woman.
"Take me," she gasped, "Take me, Jaune!"
And he did.
Blake squealed as he entered her, her voice exhaling all the fear and anxiety and lingering attachment to Adam as Jaune forced all of it out and filled her up with new love and hope and sensation. This wasn't the rough, primal rutting with Adam, but rather, a lover who cared for her and her pleasure. Jaune was not gentle, his dick forcefully claimed her, but he wasn't just bashing away at her pussy until he came.
No, Jaune made love to her. Tender and sweet in as equal a measure as he was commanding, he found what she enjoyed and intensified it until she was calling out his name in rapturous joy. He cared about her, about her pleasure! How strange, how unfamiliar this was, and yet, Blake couldn't think in this moment of the past, but in the joyous possibilities of the future!
"Gods, Blake!" he cried, "Fuck, I love you, I've loved you for so long,"
"I- I loved you too, Jaune!" she panted, "I was just- I was too scared! Too scared to accept my own feelings!"
"But we have each other now!"
"Yes! Yes, oh Jaune, yes!" she laughed, feeling his thrusts shake her and the bedsprings with every vigorous motion, "Forever! You have me- you have me forever!"
"Gods, I love you, Blake!" he shouted, heedless of any danger---what could they possibly fear when so in love?---and then kissed her deeply.
Heaven. Heaven. She was in heaven, and it all seemed so silly, so bizarre that she hadn't done this sooner. The scales had fallen from her eyes as she realized that everything she ever needed had been here all along.
She cradled Jaune's head in his arms as he loomed over her so mightily. Drawing him in for a kiss, she felt their connection grow into something permanent and forever. She had never had anything like this with Adam! Not even close! For all his pomp and arrogance, all his empty boasting and insecure cruelty, he was a lesser man! He had nothing on the rabbit fucking her now! Jaune was her man, a real man, and he was forever her man!
"Oh, JAUNE!" she shrieked and she came, gloriously and unashamedly beneath him. It went off like a bomb, like the last remnants of Adam's claim on her was blasted to dust as she realized... as she realized that Adam didn't matter. A pathetic, self-important joke of a man. He wasn't anything like what he said he was or thought he was, and... and he wasn't as in control of the White Fang as he thought.
Jaune had said that she was the person who could save herself, that he was only here to help, and now that he had... Blake saw opportunity. A pathway to free herself, and the White Fang, from Adam's tyranny.
But... she would have time for that later. Right now, Blake was curled up in her lover's arms, soaking in the postcoital bliss of a relationship that made her feel so invigorated, like she had just had her first time. With Jaune now, Blake felt like she really was a thousand miles away from all her fears and problems... but she still had a matter to take care of right now. With a sultry look to her lover's eyes, she purred, "Jaune? I don't think you're finished just yet. Mark me," she said, a wild hunger growing in her voice, "Cum in me, paint me with your seed."
And with a grin rather more wolfish than lapine, Jaune set right to doing just that!
Ilia glanced down to her scroll. It had been some work, to inflame the courage of her comrades and to keep the ever vigilant and paranoid Adam, as well as his lackeys, in the dark, but, with Jaune doing... his job right with Blake, she had brought them the support they needed. And in a moment...
Ding.
A notification from her scroll told Ilia that her plan had been successful. Adam Taurus and his inner circle had been blindsided by their coup and... well, the less said, the better.
She let out a sigh. Of relief, she was certain. It was... better this way, to be free of Adam's tyranny. To move the White Fang into the hands of leaders who could uphold the organization's promise. And Blake would... she'd be free of Adam. She'd be... safe. Happy.
And Ilia could take some comfort in knowing that, even if it was one of the most painful thoughts she could imagine.
So instead of thinking about Blake and her lost chances, Ilia focused instead on what she could control. And for once in her life, she actually had power over the small-minded petty tyrants that had always terrorized her. She never had this power over the bigots of her childhood or the cruel jockeying in the White Fang under Adam, but tonight, she'd played a key role in a successful coup against her latest tormenter.
She'd proven that she was more than just a scared little girl tonight.
Even if her heart felt like it was tearing itself open with every heavy thump, she could be proud of herself and her accomplishments. Even if it was cold comfort now, with time, her heart would heal, she'd gain perspective, and she would know that she had done the right thing. In time.
With a weary sigh, Ilia headed back to her quarters. There was work that would need to be done, but she couldn't jump on it until all the pieces were in place. Rushing could prove disastrous, when she was supposed to be as caught off guard as Adam was, but, at the same time, she felt jumpy to have nothing to do, so... she figured she'd just get a nap. Try to rest, while she had some time. And maybe she'd dream-
No, she couldn't start thinking down that line. It'd only hurt her, in the long run. So Ilia shook her head, opened the door, and...
It was Blake.
Seated on her bed. Blake was there, waiting for her.
But... so was Jaune.
She loved Jaune, loved him dearly, the brother she had never had, but right now, the sight of his face was like a punch in the gut. But she couldn't show that. She had to be happy for the new couple. They shouldn't have to be worrying about her.
"Blake," she choked out, "Jaune. It's... good to see you, but I was just about to take a nap and-"
"Ilia," Jaune said, his voice more commanding than she'd ever heard it before, even though it was as soft and gentle as always. She looked to him, her heart hoping against hope that he'd tell her what to do, give her some guidance away from her pain. "I... Blake and I talked, and... from what we talked about. It's not right that you did so much for us and you're left-"
She cut him off with a raised hand. This could only end poorly. "Jaune, I don't-"
"I want you, Ilia."
Ilia reeled from the statement. Had Blake... had Blake really... said that?
"All this time, when I was so beaten down by Adam, I hadn't realized that... what I needed, what I truly wanted was right here, this whole time. You and Jaune, you did so much to help me, and I love you both so much, that I can't- I can't choose. And I can't leave either of you behind. I know it's selfish of me, and I know I- I should be stronger, but I promise that the both of you will-"
"Gods yes, Blake!" Ilia cut her off, tears in her eyes as she swept forward and held her dearest, most beloved comrade in her arms.
She buried her face in Blake's dark hair, dark as night itself, so soft and smelling of lilac. She could feel her tears running down her face, wetting Blake's hair against her face. Ilia knew she was being a total weirdo, but she'd gone so far and resigned herself to loneliness, only for Blake to- to- to tell her everything would be fine! Perfect! Forever! Gods, she knew how crazy she sounded, but she wanted to believe!
"I- I-" she choked out, trying not to sob, "Oh gods, Blake! I've been wanting you for so long, and-"
"I know," Blake soothed her, "I know. And I know that you were the one to get Jaune to help me realize that I didn't need Adam. And I- thank you so, so much, Ilia. For everything!"
Jaune smiled. "I... we thought I should be here if we needed to talk stuff out, but I think the both of you have stuff to discuss without me, so-"
"No," Ilia replied, pulling her face out of Blake's hair, "No... I mean, Jaune, you should be here."
Jaune cocked an ear at that. "What?"
"We... we both love Blake. Nobody loves her more than us, and... and I want Blake to see that." She turned to Blake, gazing into those beautiful amber eyes. "You know... that the both of us love you just as much and that you deserve to be loved by both of us. Together."
Blake looked like she was about to cry, but for once, they were tears of happiness. But before Ilia would allow tears to mar Blake's beautiful face, she swooped in to give her beloved Blake a deep kiss.
Her lips were... gods, Blake was the most beautiful woman Ilia had ever known. She'd fallen in love at first sight, and ever since, she'd seen her bloom into a beautiful jewel of a woman. Porcelain skin, so smooth and so unblemished that Ilia struggled to believe she was real, amber eyes that seemed to both pierce through the darkness and, yet, had a lovely and loving warmth at the same time. She'd been smitten from day one, and everything until now... she'd just fallen harder and harder for the black-and-white angel Ilia was kissing right now.
After she broke the kiss, Jaune was there to step in and kiss Blake as Ilia caught her breath. She never thought her first kiss with Blake would be followed by her kissing another, a man at that, but Ilia was surprised to discover that she was happy about that. They were a team, the three of them, in leading the White Fang into the future and finding happiness for themselves. There was really no other way Ilia could want this.
Clothes were removed in a flurry of motion, Blake's pale, perfect skin revealed to Ilia's sight... and touch. She was soft and warm, her scent intoxicated Ilia as it filled her nose as she kissed every inch of exposed flesh she could. As Blake removed her bra, Ilia finally could gaze on her beloved's perfect breasts, like two pale teardrops, proud and inviting on her slender frame. Ilia tore her eyes from them to glance to Blake, but her eyes said: Go ahead. Take me.
And Ilia complied.
Kissing Blake's breasts, rubbing her tongue over Blake's nipples, sinking her mouth into the pliable softness of what she'd so long imagined, so deeply longed for, made Ilia moan with desire. She sank into Blake's cleavage, hearing Blake's voice, her unmistakable, beautiful voice gasp softly as Ilia kissed, suckled, and nibbled on her perfect breasts.
Ilia undressed herself as Jaune pulled Blake's panties down for her, the beautiful catgirl spreading her legs as Ilis entwined her own with them and admired their contrast. Ilia's skin was rougher, duskier, nothing at all like the princess she was now entangled with, but Blake's face showed no objection to Ilia's presence. She welcomed Ilia's presence.
Grinding her pussy against Blake's, Ilia moaned. She felt- she felt so good, to finally have this intimacy with the woman she loved so dearly. Blake was delirious with pleasure, from Ilia grinding on her clit and Jaune groping her chest as he kissed her neck and shoulders. They had always been a team together, the two of them supporting Blake, and now they were doing the same thing, but for her happiness and love, not just the White Fang.
"Oh- Oh, Blake, oh, Blake!" Ilia moaned, "Oh gods, oh, Blake! Gods, I love you! I love you!"
"I love you, Ilia!" Blake cried back, "Gods, I love you, and I love Jaune, and I love you both so much!"
It was true, so true. The three of them were bound together in an incredible sense of love. The kind of connection where Ilia could feel the electric tension between the two of them, like a band tightening, as they bucked into each other's rhythm, faster and faster, stimulating their clits until-
"Oh, gods, Ilia!"
With a great shriek, Blake reached her climax, and Ilia answered with her own. The two of them achieved their release together, and Ilia couldn't have been happier. Leaning back heavily on her arm, she smiled, almost deliriously, struggling to accept that this was real. But... maybe Adam was the dream, and this was the reality? The way it always should have been?
"Jaune?" she asked, feeling even more delirious, but knowing that what she was about to say was just... right. "I wanna... I wanna see you do her, too."
Jaune looked surprised, but Blake's face... she was so happy. The three of them, together. Something Ilia was realizing felt so natural and right, she wondered why she hadn't realized it sooner. Blake turned around, spreading her legs for Jaune as Ilia groped her breasts and kissed her neck from behind, just as Jaune had done for her a moment ago. She felt the force of Jaune's thrust as he entered Blake's pussy, every bounce and thrust went through Blake and into Ilia, making Ilia, even so quickly after her climax, feel her desire grow higher and higher.
Blake's squeals of pleasure were what took Ilia over the edge. Lowering her lover to the bed, she straddled Blake's face, then turned to Jaune. "Give it," she panted, "give it to her. All of it!"
Jaune just smirked and stopped holding back. As Blake's tongue, so delicate and gentle as it explored her, entered Ilia's folds, Jaune's dick went wild on Blake's very well lubricated slit. Ilia's hips bucked and rolled on Blake's face as Jaune's thrusts rocked Blake beneath her.
The three of them had, together, driven off Adam once and for all. It only made sense that they would be bound together intimately. Really, the thought of having this moment without Jaune was now unthinkable to Ilia. If things had gone the other way, Ilia was sure it would have seemed wrong to leave him out when she knew how dearly he loved Blake. Just as he wasn't okay with her being left out. It was... it was perfect. This was how it always should have been, the three childhood friends now turned to lovers.
It was such a wonderful thought, the realization that this was what they were now, what they would be forever, that Ilia couldn't hold back her joyful climax any longer. With a loud, exuberant cry, she came, soaking Blake's face in her juices.
She rolled off her, lying on the bed, feeling exhausted, and yet, also, refreshed. The old ways were gone, she had Blake and Jaune now, and she couldn't wait for, once the three of them were done resting, to seek out their future together.
As Jaune finished in Blake's pussy, driving her kittycat to cry out with yet another orgasm, her eyes fluttering as their well-fucked mutual girlfriend couldn't take it anymore and nearly passed out. Jaune crawled into bed beside her, but before lying down beside Blake, Jaune looked to Ilia with a small grin and whispered, "Fuck Adam."
"Yep," she smiled and whispered back, "Fuck him."
But there wasn't time to be thinking of that pompous idiot when, right now, they could be holding their shared girlfriend in a cocoon of love. She'd be officially notified of what had happened tomorrow morning, as the rest of the Fang learned what had just been covertly executed. There was much ahead of them. So much that would still have to be done. But... but there would be time for that later. She had her arms wrapped around her beloved Blake, with Jaune holding her from the other side, their arms entwined as they cradled their shared girlfriend. It was certainly an odd situation, but... but Ilia knew that it felt right. They were happy together, all three of them.
And that was all that mattered to Ilia as she drifted off to sleep.
They had narrowly pulled victory from the jaws of defeat.
Glynda knew that giving Ms. Nikos the power of the Fall Maiden had been a desperate gambit, especially to pull it so early in the school year, but she had proved essential in discovering the machinations of Cinder Fall and narrowly averting what might have been catastrophe.
Still, "averted catastrophe" was only a relative term defined by the sheer scale of what Ms. Fall had been planning. The aggression of their enemy's plan had forced Ozpin to step down as Headmaster, to prioritize operations against their enemy, who was surely prepared to retaliate for the disruption of her plans. Glynda had stepped up as Headmistress of Beacon, but that meant she was no less involved in the fight against Salem on top of her new list of duties that came with her office.
Particularly with managing their new Fall Maiden.
They had agreed that the original plan to move Ms. Nikos into the field, as they had done with Amber, was reckless and non-viable. She was allowed, after a lengthy discussion, to continue with Team JNPR for the foreseeable future, but that raised the question of how Glynda was to explain the Mistralian champion's absence at the Vytal Tournament. An injury? She'd have to deal with that later.
Right now, she was stepping into the private conference room to have a prescheduled meeting with Ms. Nikos and Mr. Arc to discuss how they would operate out of Beacon. Glancing through the door, she was glad that they were meeting in a less formal setting---Mr. Arc and Ms. Nikos were seated together on a couch, just casually waiting for the Headmistress to join them. They really looked all the world like ordinary students and not their greatest asset in the war against Salem.
Well, there was one cue that Ms. Nikos was more than an ordinary student.
Instead of her circlet, she now wore a crown. As they'd agreed, Ms. Nikos was the safest place to keep the Relic of Choice, and it was only appropriate she kept it on her person. She had first sought it out in the Vault during the confusion after she received the Maiden powers. It had caused quite a panic to see it out of the vault and in the hands of a student, but they were all reassured to find that Pyrrha had no intention of using, much less abusing, the powers of the Relic. In all the chaos of that day, it had been an incredible relief that it had fallen into the hands of someone Glynda knew she could trust without question.
"Glynda," the Fall Maiden said---it was only appropriate that she and Ms. Nikos were on a first name basis, "Thank you for making the time for this meeting."
Nodding to the both of them, Glynda began the meeting as she always did, getting down on her knees as she placed herself between Mr. Arc's legs.
"It's important that we meet regularly, as we'd agreed," she said in reply, her focus elsewhere.
Specifically on what was right in front of her. Unbuckling the young man's belt, she nimbly undid his jeans and fished out his (quite healthy) cock. As they'd agreed, fellatio would be a part of any informational briefings with Mr. Arc's involvement. The problem of how to give a briefing with her mouth full of cock was one she'd figured on a compromise to: it would still be oral sex if she began by sandwiching Mr. Arc's penis between her breasts and vigorously stroking them up and down his length, using her mouth to discuss the matter at hand, then moving on to sucking his cock. They'd agreed that it was a good way to maintain efficiency.
She quickly undid the buttons of her blouse and, with a quick wave of her crop, her bra was no longer in the way. Soon, it wasn't difficult to see his already half-mast dick was quickly reaching its full potential in her cleavage. Appropriate---she always thought of herself as someone who molded her students into their full potential, though this kind of service was only reserved for Mr. Arc. She had been quite insistent on it when they discussed the matter.
"Team RWBY has agreed to our proposal that the six of you be given special accommodations in the dorms. First, to find a space for you two now that Mr. Ren and Ms. Valkyrie are engaged, and to find a space to fit the six of you with, as we'd agreed, a single bed. Oh, and on that matter, Ms. Schnee has requested the honor of becoming your personal maidservant---I take it you'd accept her offer?"
Mr. Arc only made a lustful moan---partially the effects of her bosom gently enfolding his dick in her embrace, partly his teenage hormones certainly appreciating the thought of a pretty girl like Ms. Schnee offering to be his maid. As they'd agreed, it only made sense for Team RWBY to make themselves sexually available to Mr. Arc and Ms. Nikos, and Ms. Schnee had been quite eager to show Glynda the outfits she was considering. One of those things that made her admit that Ms. Schnee's brown-nosing could get... tiring.
"It sounds lovely," Ms. Nikos said, massaging Mr. Arc's shoulders. "Doesn't it? Mmmmm, they're all yours, honey... anyone you want: yours."
Mr. Arc moaned again at that, but Glynda was concerned. She was careful not to slow down as she squeezed Mr. Arc's twitching cock between her breasts, but she was concerned to hear Ms. Nikos refer to him as "honey." This level of fraternization was discouraged between team leaders and their teammates, but with Mr. Arc's duties to the protection of the Fall Maiden, there were some worrisome implications there. Closeness was good, but being too close to your protectee risked compromising perspective. She'd have to have a talk with them on that later.
But right now, she had other matters to discuss. "As for your training, Ms. Nikos, I believe you have already seen the schedule I proposed to help you gain mastery of your powers. I believe that-"
Of course, as she was saying this, she heard Mr. Arc groan and twitch, clearly struggling to maintain his composure. "Mr. Arc," she reminded him crossly, "If you ejaculate on my chest then I'll have to get you erect again before I can bring you to climax in my mouth."
With a nervous shuffle, Mr. Arc clearly understood that she meant business. Honestly... he was a much better student than Glynda's first impressions of him had been, but there were so many things he simply needed remedial instruction on! But, as Glynda finally had finished discussing the training issue with Ms. Nikos sufficiently to justify her giving head to Mr. Arc, she was, of course, interrupted by the sound of the door opening.
"Hiiii~" a girlish voice told Glynda exactly who was interrupting their meeting.
Ms. Fall.
She didn't even have to turn around to know that she was in her pleated skirt and tight sweater, pom poms in hand. It was, Glynda had to admit, a fetching outfit, and they'd agreed that it was a fitting punishment for Ms. Fall's attempted crimes to make her Team RWBY and JNPR's on-call fucktoy.
"And how are you doing today, Cindy?" Ms. Nikos asked.
"I've got the extra-big dildo AAAALLLLLL the way in my ass, see!" she giggled in a sing-song voice.
Personally, it annoyed Glynda that Mr. Arc's attention was being distracted from her blowjob by a tart in a short skirt and tight sweater, but, as they'd agreed, Ms. Fall was to service Mr. Arc and Ms. Nikos whenever they desired her, so she was allowed to interrupt this meeting as needed.
Well, she thought smugly, she'll have to focus on Ms. Nikos... not while I can keep all of this dick for myself!
Wrapping her lips around his shaft, she tickled his head with her tongue, feeling Mr. Arc struggle to contain himself as Glynda applied some suction. She was personally not a fan of giving blowjobs, but as they'd agreed, it only made sense for her to blow Mr. Arc when meeting with him, and if she was going to orally pleasure him to climax, she was obligated to swallow. So she made the most of it, taking pride in her willingness to take up unpleasant tasks and do them with exceptional passion!
Taking him all the way to the base, Glynda suppressed her gag reflex with the skill and control that would be expected of a veteran combat instructor. Mr. Arc was quite the lucky man in this arrangement they had settled on---Glynda was as skilled with blowjobs as she disliked giving them, something that she was certain came as a surprise to the young man. But it was really just the application of the same skills she'd mastered as a Beacon instructor turned towards a new direction. It only made sense that she was quite the talented cocksucker.
She was, after all, the Headmistress. Though borrowing a pun from Ms. Xiao Long was quite unbecoming of her status.
"Cindy?" Ms. Nikos asked, "Be a dear and eat my pussy, would you?"
"Of course, Mistress! I'm a total whore, after all!"
A statement of fact so obvious even that airheaded bimbo could be correct on it. But Glynda had more important things to worry about, most notably, the dick in her mouth that was quite close to spurting thick, gooey cum right down her throat. It was her responsibility to give this her full attention, and to not waste any more time paying attention to Ms. Nikos's wanton moans as the whore set into her pussy. In no time at all, she heard the delightful sound of Mr. Arc crying out, "Oh, fuck, Ms. Goodwitch!" as he released right down her throat.
As she swallowed his load, Glynda made a point to lick his cock clean, ensuring that she swallowed every last drop of sperm deposited in her mouth and to restore his dick back to its hardness. It wouldn't do to leave a task half-finished, and Glynda was not someone who ever conceded a task before she had completed it to perfection!
Releasing Mr. Arc's still semi-hard cock from her mouth, Glynda carefully licked her lips to make sure she didn't miss anything. He was quite a... voluminous producer, and so it was sometimes a difficulty managing his entire load---the advantage of deep throating him was quickly made obvious. Still, it was a job done well, and Glynda could take dignified pride in that, quite unlike the slutty cheerleader shoving her tongue up Pyrrha's snatch.
As they'd agreed, Glynda would, of course, service the Fall Maiden if she requested it, and she was proud to demonstrate that she was just as good at licking pussy as she was sucking cock. Not at all like Ms. Fall, who merely jammed her tongue in with no art or direction.
Still, it seemed that whorish enthusiasm could still succeed in the absence of skill, and Ms. Nikos soon reached her own climax, gripping the dark-haired slut's tresses as she ground Ms. Fall's face into her pussy. Glynda was... annoyed to see how much the Maiden enjoyed herself, knowing that she ought to recognize that skill was far more important than passion, but she'd had to agree with Ms. Nikos's perspective after they discussed this---it wasn't her place to tell the Fall Maiden not to enjoy her pussyslave.
But, with that, the meeting was finished, and Glynda could button up her blouse and-
"Girls?" Ms. Nikos asked, a teasing lilt in her voice that Glynda found most unprofessional. She might be the Fall Maiden, but Glynda was Headmistress of Beacon, and needed to be treated with some respect! "Bend over the coffee table, I want Jaune and I to take you both from behind."
Glynda, of course, immediately complied. As they'd agreed, servicing Ms. Nikos and Mr. Arc's sexual needs was part of her duties as Headmistress---one of her most important duties, at that. Bending over the table, she felt Mr. Arc's hands grip her lacy panties and roughly pull them down. She... had to admit, yes, she was quite wet... but that was merely her professionalism! Glynda knew that these meetings could easily end with coitus, so by becoming sexually aroused by servicing Mr. Arc or Ms. Nikos, she was merely saving time.
And... well, she did enjoy this part of the meeting.
Not as much as her slutty companion did, of course.
"We're just a pair of brainwashed sluts!" Ms. Fall giggled.
Glynda rolled her eyes at the moron. Probably didn't even know what that word meant. How she had ever been a threat to them, Glynda had no idea.
But she didn't have much time to think about Ms. Fall's inane prattling as she felt Mr. Arc's sword press against her slit. Holding back a moan, she felt him penetrate her, his cock pushing through her very wet lips just as surely as it pushed through her professional discipline. It was a dizzying blow, enough to make her gasp with surprise at how manly and powerful he was! Oooh, it was a big dick and he was so hard and so vigorous!
She nearly toppled forward, her tongue lolling joyfully as she dropped the stuffy Headmistress persona and began to act like the wanton whore she had agreed to become in these circumstances.
"Oh, Mister Arc!" she cried, "Oh, oh, your cock! Oh, it's so- so good! Fuck me, Mr. Arc! Fuck your slutty teacher whore!"
...it was, of course, just part of her professional duties. Mr. Arc quite enjoyed the display of her utter degradation before him, and if it made Glynda hotter than she'd ever been to tell Mr. Arc that she loved being his sex toy, well, that merely made her wetter, better lubricating her vagina for their intercourse.
It was all quite professional.
Even if she was a slumped forward wreck of a woman any time Mr. Arc had his dick inside her. This time was no exception. Ms. Nikos had been quite perceptive in their early meetings, identifying truths about Glynda she'd never realized about herself before this year, but she found herself readily agreeing with everything the Fall Maiden suggested. She had briefly wondered if there might be some malign, unnatural influence at play... but Glynda realized that Pyrrha wasn't telling her anything, just asking the Headmistress if she was a dirty slut who craved Mr. Arc's dick, and Glynda had quite freely chosen to say yes.
And right now, she was affirming that choice, loudly and joyfully, while Ms. Fall shrieked in joy as Ms. Nikos punished her asshole with a strap-on. The two of them were delighting in being used, in punishment and in pride, as they let the Fall Maiden and her Captain use their bodies for their pleasure. Glynda was so glad they'd come to this agreement, so, so glad!
Mr. Arc's pleasure was fast building, though, even after cumming from Glynda's expert blowjob. The payoff of her decision to add regular kegel exercises to her work routine, plus some creative use of her Semblance to make her pussy even more passionate as it milked Mr. Arc's cock. And she knew that her own climax had been building ever since she scheduled this meeting---she was only obligated to blow Mr. Arc, but she knew that, the way these meetings went, they never stuck to the agenda that closely.
"Oh gods, oh gods, oh Maidens, please, J-Jaune, please!" She was so worked up, she slipped to using his first name, which would normally mortify her if she wasn't so distracted. "Please, I need it! I need- I need you! I need you to cum, please, Jaune, please!"
Her passionate begging was rewarded as Mr. Arc released inside her and Glynda screamed. Gods, gods, gods, gaaaaawds, she came! It was incredible that Mr. Arc was such a naturally gifted lover, even for his inexperience---it seemed that all the things that Glynda would normally find less than impressive in a lover simply didn't matter when Mr. Arc was inside her. No matter what he did, he left her screaming.
Regaining her composure, she glanced to her left where she saw the blissfully fucked-stupid Ms. Fall, still gripping her pom poms as she made the occasional giggle. She looks ridiculous, Glynda thought, fucked senseless like a common whore.
"Gods," Mr. Arc moaned from behind her, "You're... you're the best girlfriend ever, Pyr. The best."
Glynda stiffened at that, her focus swiftly returning as she turned back to face her students. "Ms. Nikos, Mr. Arc," she addressed the two of them sternly, "I thought we had discussed this: it is highly improper for a team leader to be having such relations with one of his teammates. And furthermore, as the Fall Maiden, while we've agreed to allow you more liberties than previous-"
"But Glynda," Ms. Nikos purred, "As we agreed, that was a silly rule that we had chosen to ignore."
Wait, was... was her crown glowing? Was it... Oh... oh, yes, they had agreed that it was a silly rule... and Glynda was feeling quite foolish for forgetting that they'd chosen to ignore it.
Apologizing quite profusely for making such an... obvious mistake and insisting that it merely slipped her mind, Glynda felt woozy on her feet. Perhaps her orgasm had been much stronger than usual... sometimes, Mr. Arc did leave her feeling light headed.
Fortunately Ms. Nikos saw her plight and got up from the couch to help Glynda up---though not before pocketing her panties so that Glynda could feel Mr. Arc's cum oozing down her leg---to the door. Before she exited, she gave her a hearty slap across her behind. "Have a good night, and have fun jilling yourself off tonight as you remember Jaune fucking you, you hot piece of ass."
Glynda preened a little at the compliment. Things had been chaotic, and they weren't out of the danger yet, but if this night had been any indication, Glynda was managing her Headmistress role quite admirably, even in these trying circumstances. In fact, after tonight, Glynda was confident that she only had two more sexual performance milestones left before Mr. Arc would fuck her tight little asshole.
Just as they agreed!
There was an agreement in Team JNPR. Every fifth act of Nora chaos, Pyrrha would step up to manage the fallout instead of Jaune. It was, in Jaune's opinion, a godsend. Because that meant that, instead of being the one to explain to Professor Goodwitch why every inch of the dining hall was now coated in a thin layer of syrup, Jaune could go back to his dorm room, sit where it was quiet, and not have to deal with any chaos whatsoever.
Jaune chuckled to himself---he knew, with Nora concerned, that thinking there'd be no chaos was the first step to encountering chaos.
But he wasn't going to be thinking about Nora right now. That was a Pyrrha problem, and he had earned a respite after the last four crises, and, opening the door to his-
Jaune's jaw dropped like a rock as he opened the door, because it was- there was- it-
Blake and Yang.
Somehow, inside his room.
On his bed.
In their underwear.
Making out.
Having dreamed of this exact situation from before Jaune even learned the two of them were dating, Jaune took a moment to make sure that this was, in fact, happening.
Especially when their only reaction to Jaune's presence was to pause their passionate makeout session and cast a languid gaze his way, Yang giving him a smoldering smile and Blake sharing a musical giggle.
"Oh no," Blake replied, no trace of alarm in her voice, "looks like we were caught..."
"You said he wouldn't be back for at least an hour, Blakey!" but Yang's voice didn't sound like it had any censure in it. And then she stretched, giving Jaune a murderously unfair view of her bra-clad chest in all its bountiful glory. "You don't mind that we were a little naughty, do you, Loverboy?"
Blake gave Yang a playful slap. "When you say it like that, he's going to think we want him to join in!"
"Oh? And I'm sure the reason that my pervy little kitty suggested that we make out in Jaune's room was entirely because you didn't think we'd get caught?"
"I might... enjoy the thrill of being caught... and I might not mind someone watching me..."
Words, if possible, seemed to vaguely come to Jaune. Something about how this had to be a trap and he'd almost certainly pay for it, but... words were simply not possible, not when two hot chicks were making out and hinting in a very particular direction!
"Make you a deal, Jaune," Yang gave him a flirtatious look, "To make up for any awkwardness... how about we let you watch? And if you're a good boy," Jaune's ears were at maximum sensitivity for what they were about to say next, "Maybe we'll let you touch yourself, too."
Everything Jaune knew about Blake and Yang's relationship, every sensible part of his brain was screaming that this was a bad idea. He'd learned from Ruby and Weiss and Pyrrha and firsthand that these two were crazy. Something about the two of them together made both of them go from friendly, level-headed girls to deeply unstable, total psychos, and he just knew that the only outcome of his joining in would be getting drawn into their craziness.
Well, the other outcome of his joining in would be...
Yeah, Jaune made up his mind in an instant. He was in. He was so in to watch two hot babes put on a private show for him. It was impossible to think of a single possible objection to it, even if this might end with him in a bathtub full of ice with a scar where his kidney used to be. Worth. It.
So he murmured something that sounded like assent and took a seat (he felt guilty sitting on Pyrrha's bed while he watched two girls make out, especially because of how hard they were getting him) as the girls went back to each other with a passionate intensity.
It was... it was incredible. Even better than he'd ever fantasized it might be, and more so because Jaune knew every guy at Beacon had fantasized about this. It felt unbearable that he couldn't just jack off while watching them, but Jaune knew that whatever fucked-up game they were playing, he was willing to play along just to get to see this.
Hearing them moan into each other's kisses... Watching Yang's fingers just sink into Blake's supple skin, squeezing her panty-clad ass... It was all just too much!
But then Blake broke from her kiss with Yang and turned to look at him, asking a question that made him discover exactly what "too much" meant.
"Tell me, Jaune... which do you think is better?" she purred, "Her tits or my ass?"
Jaune stammered hopelessly. How- how could anyone answer that question? Yang's tits were the subject of so many wet dreams and jerkoff sessions, while the Bellabooty was a goddamn legend for a reason! It was like asking Jaune if he preferred food or air---it was an impossible decision!
"Aww, it has to be Blake's ass, right?" Yang teased, "I could spend hours kneading that generous booty, you could bounce a quarter off of how tight it is, and I know your eyes get glued to the way she swings it when she's walking in front of you."
Blake giggled. "I can't believe you've never noticed how much time I spend walking right in front of you... but you can't seriously expect me to believe that you're going to vote for anything but Beacon's biggest, bounciest pair of breasts? Sucking on Yang's tits..." her eyelashes fluttered as she sighed, "it's magical... And I know a certain girl really likes to give you a show whenever she bends over a table to talk to you..."
Yang laughed, her voice so musical and perfect... "Gods, Blake! From the sound of things... we're really just a pair of cock-teasing sluts! Poor Jaune must be going crazy seeing us wiggle and flirt with him all day..."
Blake gestured towards Jaune's pants. "Can't you see? His cock is so hard, Yang! We must have teased this poor boy so badly that he might never forgive us! And that," she purred, "would be so terrible... "
Oh, he'd forgive them. He'd forgive them for anything. Turn him in to Goodwitch and Ozpin and Jaune would forgive, steal Crocea Mors and Jaune would be understanding, tie him up and throw him into the Emerald Forest and it would have been worth it to be part of this moment.
"Blake..." Yang simpered, "I think I know how to tell Jaune that we're sorry... and to settle this little contest..."
At that, the two girls got up, surely revealing that this had all been coordinated, but Jaune didn't care! As Blake just whispered, "Kneel," there wasn't a thought in Jaune's head other than that he should be kneeling right now.
And his obedience was rewarded as both girls turned from him... and backed up, their heavenly butts pressed against his head, cheeks to cheek. Jaune couldn't process this... and then they started shaking, up and down, working their butts against Jaune and putting him into a state of impossible fantasy!
With his head pressed between both jiggling booties, Jaune could only moan in pleasure, especially when both girls made such delighted noises from his obvious appreciation.
"I told you," Yang giggled, "Jaune's totally an ass man. I know I can't resist it when you twerk for me."
"Well, I am proud of the Bellabooty... but don't think the contest is over just yet: Jaune hasn't even gotten a sample of your luscious tits!"
What... what did they... were they- as much as Jaune didn't want them to stop grinding his face between their soft butts, as they pulled away from him, Jaune could clearly see they were unlatching their bras.
"Alright, Jaune," Yang said, slowly turning around, her hands being the only thing keeping her unclasped bra attached to her gorgeous chest, "you've been a really good boy, and I think you deserve a reward for playing along with two horny girls."
And with that, she let her bra drop to the ground, revealing something he'd dreamt of since his first night at Beacon.
His eyes went wide as they drank in every perfect millimeter of her round, full breasts. They were big, but bounced proudly on her chest, her nipples hard and pointy, practically calling for someone to kiss and suckle on them.
Blake laughed. "What's this about Jaune being an ass man? Nobody can resist my girl's titties."
"Give him a chance to hotdog lil' Jaune between your buns and then we'll see who he likes more."
Whatever blood was still in Jaune's Northern Hemisphere immediately made a dive below the belt at the thought of doing that.
"Oooh, that gives me an idea!" Blake cheered, snapping her own bra off. "Jaune!" she cheerilly commanded, "Pants off, stat!"
"W-What?" Jaune finally had to speak up, unable to rationally process what might be going on. But his body, once again, needed no command from his brain to know what to do here. In an instant, his pants were off, and in a second instant, Yang and Blake both reached out as they greedily pulled down his boxers, revealing his rock-hard cock.
"Oh my," Yang gasped, "It's so big!"
"Oh, I think I know exactly what's big enough to handle this," Blake cooed, wrapping her hands around to cup her girlfriends bounteous chest and drawing her forward.
As if a titfuck from Yang Xiao Long wasn't enough to drive Jaune crazy, Blake decided to join in as well! They wrapped their tits around his rod, with Yang's pillowy marshmallows and Blake's delightful pair putting his dick in the softest, most perfect embrace he could imagine. Stroking him up and down as they bounced their tits, Jaune couldn't imagine a better experience.
Which was when Blake lunged forward, wrapping her lips around his cockhead, kissing and sucking as Yang's boobs massaged the shaft.
"Oh gods!" Jaune cried, having never expected anything like this in his life.
Unable to hold back, but knowing that, the moment he came, his fate was sealed, he would be wrapped into their lunacy... but, he kind of also didn't care? Besides, it wasn't like rational thought was a part of Jaune's process now.
With a sudden jerk, Jaune felt his orgasm arrive, only for Blake to suddenly pull away, the teasing minx pointing his cock directly at Yang's face as Jaune began to spurt like a fountain. Yang cried out in pleasant surprise as Jaune blasted his load all across her face, and Jaune watched as a drop fell from her chin to her generous tits. Yang swept it up with her finger, and then tasted it with a smile.
Blake, though, took it to a new level of depravity as she eagerly slurped Jaune's cream off of her girlfriend's face. Yang quickly joined in, pulling her girlfriend into a cum-swapping kiss, eager to get as much of his spunk as they could.
"It tastes so salty!" Yang giggled.
"Isn't it just so yummy?" Blake asked, "I love the taste of cum, but Jaune is just so very tasty..."
Well, that got him hard again! Literally no one would ever believe him if he told the story of how he stumbled upon Blake and Yang making out and it ended with a double-titfuck and amazing blowjob from Blake Belladonna, plus watching the two of them swallow his seed and commenting on how much they enjoyed the taste? But it was true, and almost certainly building up to him being murdered or some other horrible thing, but how the hell could Jaune care?
Especially with the looks the two of them were giving him, and his dick, right now.
Blake lewdly groped her girlfriend's chest. "Jaune?" she asked, in a naughtily innocent voice, "I wanna prove to Yang that she's bi ... do you want to help out?"
Jaune stammered, as Yang reached a hand into her soaked panties.
"Mmm... Jaune..." Yang looked at him with heavily lidded eyes, "I'm so horny, and I don't know if my kitty's gonna be enough for me."
Leaning back on his bed, she spread her legs wide. And Jaune... wasn't thinking anymore.
He tore her panties off with a speed that made him wonder if he'd just unlocked his Semblance. With a howl of need, he plunged into her, and savored her cries of delight as Jaune started to mercilessly fuck her senseless. The two of them---they'd driven him crazy! Jaune had no choice, no choice but to fuck her brains out!
Blake seemed delighted to watch. "Admit it Yang," she giggled "you're not a lesbian. You love cock."
"I- I dooooooo!" she wailed, "I love cock so much! I love this cock in my pussy!"
"Our relationship never could have worked out without a man to fuck us silly," she giggled.
"Oh, yes, Blake, yes! I couldn't- I can't- I can't go back to just fucking you! I need this diiiiiiiick!"
Fuck this was insane. But Jaune was far beyond caring about sanity. Whatever madness he was in, he only hoped for more of it.
Which Blake was more than happy to provide.
"Such a good girl," she purred, "finally being honest with her feelings... I think you both deserve a reward..."
Presenting a double-ended dildo that a small, infinitely ignorable, part of Jaune's tactical mind recognized its presence as proof that she had been planning something, she gave Jaune a playful smirk, then muffled Yang's cries as she shoved it down her busty blonde lover's mouth. Climbing over Yang as Jaune fucked her, her big tits bouncing on her chest with every thrust, Blake lowered her pussy down and let the dildo push into her, making Blake moan like a whore.
It was a new level of perversion, Jaune fucking Yang while Blake got off on her mouth, her titties bouncing as Jaune could hear the Bellabooty clap as she jiggled herself to orgasm. Knowing that Yang was choking on her girlfriend's dildo while Jaune was fucking her made it all the more depraved, these girls were just- they were just- they were just out of control sluts, and Jaune had to give it to them, as hard as he could!
Grabbing Blake by the hair, he pulled her into a sudden kiss, the Faunus girl making an eep of surprise before, with a lewd moan, she surrendered to Jaune, melting into the kiss with her own passionate response. As she pulled away, she panted, humping her lover passionately as she brought herself to a loud, lewd, messy climax, still choking on plastic cock.
She squealed as she came, and Jaune just couldn't take it anymore! Especially with the way Blake was smirking at him, the fact that he'd introduced Yang to dick and had, apparently, blown her mind... Just the simple reality that this was happening, that two of the hottest girls he knew wanted him to join in their relationship and- ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Yang gagged and Blake's smile grew even more predatory as Jaune, with a sudden jerk, released inside her.
It felt like the force of his orgasm drained a hell of a lot more than just his balls. It was like his entire essence poured forth, like his subconscious finally realized that he'd done something truly insane and with that, all energy fled his body. His limbs suddenly leaden, his head suddenly light, his eyelids suddenly feeling very heavy, Jaune tottered... and crumpled onto the bed.
Blake was so glad they'd done that.
She was incredibly grateful that Yang was such a good, up for anything girlfriend, and was really hopeful that this wouldn't be a one-off thing. Blake loved dick, and the only thing that could make her relationship with Yang even better was if they had a pet boytoy that they could share.
Reclining next to Jaune, she took a moment to luxuriate in the naughtiness of what they'd done. Luring a boy into their clutches wasn't difficult, considering what they were working with (an appreciative glance at Yang's tits underscored that), but she had never expected that Jaune would be such a fun lover.
She turned to their new plaything with a predatory grin, which he, eyes slowly opening, far too blissed out to realize the danger he was in, gave her a dopey one of his own.
"So... how did this happen?" Jaune asked.
Yang sighed, pleasantly. "Well, Blakey wanted a plaything, and you seemed-"
"Yang!" Blake playfully protested, "You're making me sound bad! I thought bringing a man into our relationship could be fun..."
"Because you thought we could push him around and own him completely."
"Well," Blake took on a teasing grin, "maybe I have been a little bad... what do you think, Jaune? Does your naughty kitty need a good spanking?"
All Jaune could do in response was moan as he clearly imagined how good it'd feel to leave a handprint on her magnificent Bellabooty, the resounding smack it would make as his hand met her soft, supple backside. Mmmmm, Blake could picture it too... but Jaune seemed to be almost unable to handle the mental picture.
So that was when she knew to keep talking. "Mmmm, I bet that'd be hot. I need to be disciplined, don't I? If you had me naked except for a collar around my neck, maybe holding my leash? You and Yang would have a lot of fun with your pretty kitty, wouldn't you?"
And, with a groan, Jaune's eyes rolled up into his head and he blacked out.
"Awww, Blake... I think you broke him."
Blake smiled down at their psychologically compromised boytoy. "He's going to be a lot of fun, isn't he?"
"He sure will," Yang chuckled, "We've just got to train him some more til he's totally wrapped around our fingers."
"That'll be fun," she agreed, "But I can think of something I'd love wrapped around his fingers!"
Yang snickered at the pun, but Blake just couldn't wait until Jaune was back in reality. She had all sorts of ideas for how they'd arouse and tease Jaune from here, bringing him to the brink of madness, and then... tipping him right over! He'd snap for sure, and the two of them would be right there to enjoy as all his pent up stress and insanity was unleashed upon them. Ohhhhh, she couldn't wait!
Yang suddenly seemed to have an idea. "You know... Pyrrha should be back fairly soon..."
Blake finished the thought. "And you think it would be super hot if she stumbled on the three of us together?"
"Don't you know it, kittycat."
"You're evil, Yang..." Blake said dismissively... until a big grin broke across her face, "but yeah, that sounds so hot. It'd break her heart, wouldn't it?"
But Yang just grinned. "What if we told her she could 'play' with Jaune, too... if she joined us for a foursome?"
Seeing The Invincible Girl stripped naked, their totally helpless plaything? Blake was in for that.
Ruby licked her lips.
The plate of chocolate-chip cookies in front of her was pure, mouth-watering temptation from her husband, but Ruby, no longer the young Huntress-in-training she was when she first met him, knew what angle he was playing. This was- this was a trick. She couldn't spoil her appetite now, not with what she knew they were having for dinner... and for dessert.
"Honey," Jaune said behind her, a blatant note of teasing in his voice, "if you eat the cookies now, there won't-"
She cut him off. "Isn't it suspicious," she asked with a smirk, "that you happened to bake cookies today? Even though all the other things you have to prepare and get ready for tonight's dinner."
Jaune grinned back, then replied, "Surely you're not accusing me of having anything underhanded planned here."
"I just know you're looking for an excuse so that I don't get any dessert. But now that you know I'm not falling for it, you can put them in the cookie jar and help me get the table set."
Married life was not what Ruby had expected. Oh, she'd always expected that it'd be good, when she idly daydreamed about what she would be as a grown up. But she had always seen it as the end, the "happily ever after" of the fairy tale. Married life was what came after the story was over, after the adventure was finished. She and Jaune had had the whirlwind romance, the globe-spanning adventure, the final showdown against the villain, and... now they were in the "ever after" part. There weren't any fairy tales about ever after.
But Ruby had discovered that her adventurers hadn't stopped just because she was no longer an adventurer. She and Jaune faced all sorts of things, and they faced them side-by-side as they built their lives together. As she grabbed a stack of plates to bring into the dining room, her eyes glanced at the calendar, reminding her of another calendar she kept in the bedroom, one charting the start of what she hoped would be their next big adventure.
That sounded a lot like her dad speaking, though. Well, so what if it did? Ruby liked the cheesy, parental side of things. But... she'd also found that there were other adventurers she and Jaune still had in store, the kind Ruby never wanted to hear anything like from her dad. Adventures like-
"Hey, Ruby?" Jaune called from the next room, "Could you check the kitchen timer and tell me how much time the roast has left?"
"One sec!" she shouted back as she deposited the plates on the table and headed back to the kitchen. It was funny---the one thing that had changed the least as they moved from fighting Salem to domestic life was their teamwork. No matter what it was they were up against, the two of them moved in unison to take it on together, whether fighting a Grimm horde or preparing a fancy dinner party.
"Twenty minutes!" she yelled back. Jaune gave a wordless acknowledgement as he moved to another part of dinner to prepare. Ruby knew she only had a bit before Weiss arrived, and that meant that there were still some tasks that'd take her Semblance to get done in time.
Putting aside cookies was always hard, but... well, with the dessert she had in store, Ruby could wait!
Dinner was lovely. The three of them reminisced about old times while eating generous portions of good food. Many compliments were passed around for the roast as their wine glasses slowly drained. Normally, as a hostess, Ruby would have a duty to keep them topped off (a duty she'd admittedly heard about from Uncle Qrow, so she was starting to wonder if it really was a thing...), but for this meal, they'd want to keep their wits about them.
Finally, Weiss sighed happily. "As always, Jaune... a fantastic meal. Are you sure you can't be hired away from-"
She was interrupted by their good-natured laughter. Ruby and Jaune smiled at each other, enjoying that they had friends they could still banter with, just like they did back in the day when they were at Beacon. Though, the Weiss and Ruby and Jaune of their first semester at Beacon... they couldn't imagine that they might one day be gathered like this.
"But..." and Weiss cleared her throat, her cheeks turning a slight (and adorable) pinkish hue, "I... I think we're ready for dessert?"
"I certainly am," Jaune replied, then looked to Ruby, "I trust you saved room?"
Ruby rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling. "Of course I saved room... and if I hadn't, I'd make room for Weiss!"
It was a joke, but from the look on her face, Ruby's former Beacon partner was sincerely touched by what she'd said there. Jaune quickly began to clear plates---on top of cooking, Jaune cleaned, confirming Ruby's assessment that she'd found the perfect man---and Ruby eagerly looked to Weiss.
Weiss nervously, though undeniably with a tremble of excitement, brought her slender body on top of the table. With Ruby's assistance, she soon was relieved of her clothes, beginning with her shoes and dress, but soon her underwear was discarded, leaving nothing but her creamy, smooth skin revealed.
Ruby's eyes traced over her best friend's slender features. Her long white hair was now released from her braids and splayed out behind her. Two frosty pink nipples topped her small, firm breasts, creating a nice parallel with the blush growing on her cheeks. She always looked so pristine and pure, like an ice sculpture or marble statue, whenever Ruby looked upon her naked body. Unlike Ruby, Weiss was always shaven, her pudenda smooth and bare. And extremely unlike Ruby, Weiss just seemed to always be posing, even now, naked atop a dinner table, she looked like she was prepared for a photoshoot. Ruby's deliberate efforts to emulate her former partner typically went... less well. Weiss just naturally had the perfect curve of her back to thrust out her chest, the perfect lean to emphasize her slender limbs or the curve of her (amazing) butt.
Ruby licked her lips, admiring the view as she heard Jaune return to the dining room, giving Weiss his own admiring look. One of their fun little couple's things was sharing Weiss like this---helped keep the relationship fun. But with both of them here, now the real fun could begin.
"For dessert tonight," Weiss announced, trying to sound formal and officious, though her body was trembling with a nervous, lustful energy, "I p-present to you a r-rare Atlesian treat, a Weiss Cream Sundae, for your dining enj-joyment."
"Ooooh," Ruby said with polite applause, as her former partner blushed a furious red.
Jaune grinned. "Ruby, if you would prepare the Weiss Cream, I'll go fetch the toppings."
As Jaune stepped back to the kitchen, Ruby got up from her seat. The first step, once the Weiss Cream was scooped out of her dress of course, was to soften her. Bending over the table, Ruby always began with a kiss on the lips, the kind of soft, romantic kiss she and Weiss had both, without realizing it, dreamed of in their Beacon days. And just like when Weiss was a virgin, she still possessed that uncharacteristic shyness where all attempts at control and authority were lost as Ruby's lips met hers. She was caught in just a deep and desperate longing as their lips first brushed each other's, and as Ruby pressed deeper upon her, she gave way in an instant, a quiet moan coming forth from deep within her.
But Ruby couldn't spend all day kissing her, even as enjoyable as that might be. Running her hand up Weiss's soft, smooth legs, she soon cupped her pussy with palm and began to apply some gentle pressure. Weiss always trembled at this point, no matter how often she joined Jaune and Ruby in their bed, no matter how kinky they got together. It was, like with the kiss, another reminder that Weiss was always shy and demure whenever her clothes were off. Ruby loved it, of course, grinding her palm against her clit and then, teasingly, allowing a finger to rub against her slit until, finding how wet she was, she easily slipped in.
Breaking her kiss, Ruby cradled Weiss's head in one arm while the other fingered her. Her mouth opened in a soft O, caught up in the pleasure Ruby was teasing her with. It was at that point that Jaune returned, giving Ruby a quick kiss before setting down the toppings, then giving Weiss a kiss of his own.
Unlike Ruby and Weiss's kiss, Jaune's kiss was much more forceful---perhaps the legacy of his failed courtship their first semester?---but Ruby could feel Weiss get into it, and she was so glad this was something she could do with her husband. Watching him was exciting, and Ruby's fingering grew more intense, plunging deeper, exploring further for Weiss's most sensitive spots. And feeling her quim quiver under Jaune's kiss... well, Ruby was happy to know that Weiss was very much enjoying herself.
There'd be time for kissing later, though. Withdrawing her finger from Weiss's slit, Ruby passed the whipped cream to Jaune as he broke his kiss with Weiss. Taking it in his hand, he sprayed a big mound on one tit, then the other. Weiss giggled to see it---she'd admitted to Ruby that she liked imagining that she had Yang sized scoops whenever she saw herself all done up for their enjoyment.
"She's so hot," Ruby giggled, applying a drizzle of chocolate syrup to her tits, "she just might melt!"
"Well, we'll have no problem eating fast," Jaune joked back as he topped her breasts with two bright red cherry nipples.
But they still had more toppings to add. Jaune sprayed more whipped cream over her pussy, making Weiss gasp as she felt the cold cream on her hot slit. Mmmmm, Ruby would be happy to... fix that problem, but not before giving a generous dusting of colorful sprinkles all over her.
Panting with arousal, red-faced with her blush, Weiss looked absolutely delicious. "Monsieur, Madame, please... dig in."
They didn't need to be told twice. Jaune began to playfully lick up the sweet treats Weiss's breasts had been smothered in, while Ruby dove into her former partner's pussy. The flavors were oh-so-heavenly! So much sugar and sweetness in every tongueful, Ruby's face getting sticky as her lips and chin got messy with whipped cream. They had a lot of experience eating things off Weiss, it was a favorite fetish of hers, but Ruby so much preferred lapping up sweet cream over sushi or licking champagne off Weiss's tits. She just loved sugary sweetness, the dark chocolate and the white cream, especially when it was all over Weiss! But as Ruby lapped deeper and deeper, another taste came to the fore. Something tangier and more intoxicating, mingling with the candy and sugar. The kind of taste that came flavored with gasps from their dessert.
Soon, Ruby was sucking up Weiss's juices straight from the source, tickling her best friend's clit as she eagerly lapped up as much flavor as she could. Weiss luxuriated in the attention from the couple---Jaune's tongue had evidently gotten past the sweet treat and onto the much sweeter girl beneath as well. But with her face buried between Weiss's thighs, her legs wrapped tight over Ruby's ears, squeezing her tight every time Ruby hit the right spot, and so she couldn't hear all that well. But it wasn't hard to see---Weiss was wired, and she was succumbing to their two pronged assault.
Especially because of how tightly wedged Ruby was between those thighs! Weiss got like this when she was close to blowing, all her reservedness and propriety putting up a last, doomed defense against her inevitable climax. It was why she was so into being a meal, Ruby supposed. She got off on the wrongness and submission of it all, to be reduced to their food, but Ruby had more pressing matters than her dessert's sexual preferences. She was, after all, about to experience them firsthand.
It started with a moan, low and lusty, a wail of despair getting higher as Weiss realized she couldn't stop this. Her hips bucked, Ruby's tongue thrust and tickled and licked eagerly as Weiss's moan became a gasping cry, and then... she came. It was like a flood against Ruby's face and it was tasty. Ruby couldn't get enough of genuine, fresh-from-the-source Weiss Cream!
As she withdrew with a satisfied sigh, she finally got to see that Weiss and Jaune were passionately making out, the white smear on their face making it clear they were swapping whipped cream between them. Well, Ruby wasn't going to let that treat skip her by, so she was quick to make it a three way kiss, the three of them swapping spit, whipped cream, and a tasty dose of Weiss, courtesy of Ruby.
As she broke the kiss, Ruby grinned at the sight of Weiss, the pristine princess, CEO of the SDC, looking so dazed and disoriented. She was always so helpless with them, it was just so cute! Ruby knew that she and Jaune had more stamina than most when it came to the bedroom, but Weiss was the sort who loved to be pampered, to be carried by her lovers on the crest of one orgasm to the other. Which, of course, Ruby had no objections too! Not when she was so darn delicious!
Kissing Jaune on the cheek, Ruby whispered, "I think she wants to thank you for cooking such a good meal!" and Weiss just made an overwhelmed moan in agreement.
Jaune smirked---he didn't need any instruction here. Moving to where Ruby once was, he grabbed Weiss's legs and pulled her into place. She was basically their plaything now, a life-sized Weiss doll that Jaune could put in any position he pleased. As he hooked her legs over his shoulders, Weiss gave no resistance. Not that she'd want to, not with the way she was panting!
Ooooh, Ruby was just too excited! As Jaune thrust into her, Weiss gasped, only for Ruby to swoop in and begin kissing Weiss passionately, mauling a tit, all wet and slick from Jaune's spit, in her hands. Gods, her tits were so cute and perky and fun! Ruby was so glad that Weiss was their lover/dessert/toy, and if she wasn't so focused on enjoying Weiss's body, she might even shed a tear for how sweet her bestie was to do this!
Though one thing that did distract her was how much Jaune was shaking the table with his thrusts. It was making it hard to kiss Weiss, and Ruby just couldn't have that! So she did the sensible thing, stripping her panties off, getting up on the table, positioning herself over Weiss's face, and sat down on it. Weiss, as dazed and overwhelmed as she was, quickly got into position, her dainty tongue working with the same precision Weiss showed with Myrtenaster. It was good to reward her with a little dessert of her own, Ruby figured.
The best part, though, was that Ruby's tongue was no longer occupied.
"Oh, gods, Weiss!" she cried, "Oh, gods, Jaune, she's such a good little pussy eater! Gods, oh gods, yes, Weiss, right there! Right there! You're gonna make-me- cum!"
"Her pussy's so fucking tight," her husband agreed as he fucked her, "Fuck! It's so fucking hard to hold back!"
Weiss had a major praise kink that she was very embarrassed about, even though it was the cutest thing, and right now, she couldn't do anything but be lavished in praise and sexual attention and as her tongue became more and more aggressive, Ruby could tell that the both of them were falling into a very recognizable rhythm.
As Weiss's tongue stopped in the place of a sudden sonic vibration, a scream of sexual ecstasy, it triggered the same in Ruby. She came with a joyful cry, soaking Weiss's face just as Weiss had soaked hers earlier in their tryst. She toppled forward with a giggle, looking at her stud of a husband, still pounding away at Weiss's dainty pussy. He was doing so good to hang on this long, but Ruby knew his weakness.
"Oh, darling, you know I love my Weiss with a nice cream filling..." Ruby giggled, "You wouldn't mind making me one, would you?"
He could never refuse a request from his dear wife.
With a mighty grunt, Jaune released in Weiss's pussy, pouring his sticky white cum into their shared sweety's womb. How utterly delicious.
In fact, it was such a delectable thought, Ruby barely waited for Jaune to withdraw before she flopped forward, her tongue back in Weiss's snatch, as they entered a 69. Ruby eagerly scooped up as much of Jaune's cream as she could greedily get in her mouth. She loved his flavor, and never let a day go by without blowing her husband at least a little. But the salty flavor and sticky texture of his cum went best when it was mingled with Weiss's sweet pussy.
The much overwhelmed Weiss moaned into Ruby's slit. Her poor darling could hardly keep up with the combined efforts of the kinky couple, but Ruby knew that she loved the feeling of helplessness they always left her in. She'd admitted it, blushing furiously, over tea once, and after that, Ruby always made a point to not let up on Weiss until she was fully satisfied.
Having eaten her fill, Ruby pulled away again, a quick cum-soaked grin to her husband, and then a glance down to their well-fucked dinner guest once Ruby had pulled herself back on her feet.
Weiss looked like an utter mess on their dinner table. She was naked, trace remnants of dessert stil smeared all over her body, mingled with sweat and spit and all their sexual fluids. Her hair was splayed across the table, matted with sweat and cum. Ruby really wanted to get her in the bath and get her all scrubbed up before the three of them could retire to the bedroom in their fuzzy bathrobes and just cuddle (well, with some groping). But there was one last thing Weiss needed.
Taking up a camera they kept for just this reason, Ruby angled the shot as Jaune plated their delicious Weiss Cream cake, big bowls of vanilla ice cream and all those cookies he'd baked earlier---their post dessert dessert.
Licking her lips, Ruby pressed the button with a click, a flash, and a passionate moan of submission from Weiss.
Pyrrha gazed down at the wretched little whore desperately trying to curry her favor.
Weiss was a pretty little thing, so elegant and delicate that Pyrrha had no doubt she made quite the lovely pairing with Jaune. Not just on their dates, where Pyrrha had to do all she could to keep from sighing with pleasure at the sight of Jaune leaving the dorms with a woman that so outclassed her, but seeing her naked, pale skin, so smooth and unblemished, she surely must be a lovely sight, blushing like a maiden, trembling with nervous excitement, as she stripped herself naked and offered herself to her boyfriend.
But Pyrrha could only imagine what it would be like when Jaune got to enjoy this version of Weiss, the hot little harlot Pyrrha knew, when the day came that she'd offer all of herself to him...
Right now, all she was wearing was a blushing, humiliated smile, a short skirt, and a tight, ivory white corset that was doing less to cover her breasts than present them, their rosy pink nipples adding a fine splash of color on Weiss's features. She had such lovely breasts, and Pyrrha wished she could see Jaune maul them between his fingers, graze a nipple with his teeth, mark them up with hickeys... oh, she had to remember to order Weiss to get a hickey! It would just be so hot, to see the proof that Jaune loved Weiss more than he ever could-
Oh, but she had to focus right now. Maintain the appearance of the sneering, dominant Mistress. She was, after all, admiring Weiss's more presently whorish side, the way she was biting her lip, her eyes wide in delight as she struggled to contain herself, to maintain her discipline as the sybian buzzed beneath her. Her hands were raising her skirt for Pyrrha's inspection---she could have ordered her slut to remove it, but there was something pleasantly erotic about forcing her to put herself on display.
"Slave," she let the syllable roll from her mouth, "Tell me, have you learned your lesson yet?"
"I-I have!" she gasped, struggling to maintain her composure, "I promise, I'll ne-never be naughty again!"
Pyrrha raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" she asked, "But aren't you being naughty right now?"
Weiss gave an expression of pure horror at having failed Pyrrha, a look that thrilled her with a dark, consuming delight.
"Don't you have a boyfriend, you dirty little slut?" she sneered, "Were you thinking about him while you're flashing me your naughty cunt?"
Weiss immediately turned crimson from the shame. "I- I- I-" she stammered, then wailed, "I'm so sorry, Mistress! I didn't m-mean to be bad!"
"Bad girls need to be punished, don't they?"
"Y-yes, Mistress, I- I've been such a naughty slut," she moaned, bucking on the sybian as it buzzed inside her, "ch-cheating on my boyfriend, even when he's such a man... he should spank my naughty bottom, slap my little tits, treat me like the dirty whore I really am..."
Pyrrha couldn't help but crack a smile as Weiss delivered her submissive wishlist.
She kept going: "If- if Mistress would deign to punish me," she wiggled her perky, perfect ass, grinding it against the sybian, "It would only be a fraction of what I deserve, but I'm such a naughty girl, I need to be punished..."
"I bet," Pyrrha said with a regal draw, "you wish he would truly put you in your place... to grab you tight by the ponytail as he bends you over? To yank on your hair like a leash as he takes you from behind?"
Weiss shuddered with open lust, the sybian merrily buzzing away. As much as their original arrangement had purely been around her infatuation with Pyrrha alone, by now, Weiss was quite taken with Jaune. As she should be. He really was an incredible man...
It seemed that Weiss realized what Pyrrha was thinking, and was eager to describe more of what she'd do with Jaune. "Y-yes, Mistress! He's such a caring and gentle lover, but I- oh, if he was just firmer with me, I know he'd enjoy punishing me for being such a naughty bitch! His hands would hurt so much more than yours when he spanks me, so, mmmm, rough and manly as he taught me what a stuck-up, spoiled brat like me deserves! He should, uhn, he should pull my hair and, oh, s-squeeze my titties and t-treat me like dirt, Mistress!"
Oh fuck, oh fuck, he should! Pyrrha couldn't help but whimper at the thought of Jaune mastering his beautiful and elegant girlfriend, treating her like a common whore and making her beg for more! It was so hot to imagine, fuck, so much hotter than anything she could do with Jaune!
"Get off your toy, whore!" Pyrrha commanded, flashing her own pussy at Weiss, "And service your Mistress!"
Weiss's eyes sparkled in loving adoration, but Pyrrha could only see them for a moment before her submissive slut dashed forward, leaving the pink nub of the sybian buzzing freely, slick from Weiss's pussy. But Pyrrha's pussy was suddenly invaded by Weiss's eager tongue, and so she had no attention to spare for anything that wasn't between her legs. She was such a good pussy-licker, that Pyrrha felt it was almost a shame that those skills did nothing for Jaune... though, Pyrrha could easily picture those heavenly lips wrapped around Jaune's cock... fuck, she must give him the most amazing blowjobs, s-so much, nnh, better than Pyrrha ever could!
"You're going-" she gasped, gripping Weiss's hair tight, "Going to- to tell him what a common whore you are a-and beg him to spank your bottom until it's so red you can't sit down on it!" Every word just drove Weiss more and more wild, her tongue plunging deeper into Pyrrha's slit, "You'll- you'll "
Pyrrha couldn't hold back any longer. Thinking of Weiss blowing Jaune, Jaune spanking Weiss, and then giving her tender aftercare where he- he kissed her all better, the two of them lying in bed, so perfect for each other---what could she do but scream as loud as she could, the buzz of the Sybian still merrily going in the background. Her climax made her vision swim and blur as she blinked back to reality, gazing down to a very precocious Weiss and heard a... heard a...
She heard the door opening.
A door, she realized, with a shocked Jaune behind it.
Seeing her boyfriend, illuminated in the light of the hallway, his jaw hanging open at the sight of his girlfriend's face smeared with another woman's juices triggered a wave of emotions in Weiss. Mostly panic, many different kinds of panic that whirled about in Weiss's mind without control, causing her to latch on to anything that seemed like a good idea at the moment.
"I- I'm not cheating on you!" Weiss cried out.
It was... an extremely audacious thing to claim. Particularly considering the everything surrounding it, but it was so audacious that Jaune seemed stunned once more out of saying anything for a few more moments.
"So..." he finally settled on, "what... what is this... then?"
"M-Mistress- Pyrrha," she corrected herself, "has just- she's been training me, Jaune! To be a better girlfriend for you! You deserve a girl who'll do anything for you, and I was just too much of a self-absorbed priss to be that girl! M-Mistress was just correcting me for you!"
"I-" Pyrrha stammered, tears in her eyes, "I know you hate me for this, Jaune, and I understand if you never want to talk to me again, but I never wanted to hurt you! I w-wanted you to- oh, I wanted you to have the kind of girl you deserved, someone beautiful and submissive and, oh, and perfect!"
Mistress was clearly getting off on her humiliation, which annoyed Weiss. This was Jaune's happiness at stake, his well-being, his ability to trust! She was- she was being flippant about something that had massive ramifications for all of them, but most of all for Jaune! Switching off the sybian (the buzz was ruining the mood), Weiss began to feel very cross.
A voice inside her chimed in: Jaune should spank her for being so selfish.
Well, audacity had worked once tonight...
"Jaune!" Weiss proclaimed in an authoritative voice, "Y-you should spank her! For trying to steal your girlfriend!" Then she furiously blushed and added, "A-and you should spank me, too, for- for cheating on you, l-like the naughty little whore I am."
Freezing in a third level of total bewilderment, Jaune struggled to find a word that wasn't a sudden bluster of "Wh- what?" but he shook his head in disbelief, "I- Weiss, what is- this is crazy, are you seriously-"
"Oh, Jaune, no," Pyrrha begged, "I don't deserve your touch! I- I don't deserve to do anything more than watch in my shame and misery as you enjoy a proper girl! I'm... I'm not, uhn, not good enough for you! Spank Weiss! Turn her ass red for deceiving you and then kiss it all better!"
What! How dare she! "Mistress was naughty, Jaune!" she cried, "She's been lusting after you since she met you! You should spank her until she learns to not even think about you disobediently, and then she'll spank me for being a bad little girl!"
Pyrrha, of course, retaliated. "Look how disobedient she is!" she added, pointing at Weiss with a dramatic wave of her arms, "Disobeying her Mistress like this, Jaune you have to spank her or she'll never learn to be your little-"
"What!" Jaune roared, suddenly cutting the both of them off. "WHAT IS GOING ON?"
It was... it was something Weiss should have understood, but he was so... forceful with her that... all she could think was how wet she was from hearing him yell. She- she needed to be paying attention, but oh, he was just so... so strong and so manly and- and he might have to punish her for not paying attention...
Ohhhhhhhhhhh~
She knew she was drooling as she looked upon her boyfriend with hungry eyes. "Jaaaaaaune," she sighed, "We can- we can get along... Be good girls for you..."
"So good..." Pyrrha added.
Jaune's eyes went wide. "Wait, I-" he tried to speak.
"I'm so wet, Jaune," she whined, raising her skirt and revealing her hungry, needy pussy to him. He'd claimed her maidenhead already, but now... now she needed him to claim the whole girl. To mark her as his. Forever.
"Please fuck your naughty girls, Jaune," Pyrrha moaned, "They can't help it. You just make us so horny..."
Weiss echoed her, "So horny..."
It had finally reached the point where Jaune's brain had rebooted enough to take stock of the situation. He raised a hand and opened his mouth, Weiss cringing in fear that he might send her away, her punishment for deceiving him, for not appreciating him as she ought to have. But then... he stopped. Whatever he was about to say, he thought better of it.
"It would be really stupid to turn you down, wouldn't it?" he said, "Like, really stu-"
He wasn't able to finish his sentence.
With a squeal, Weiss pounced on him, wrapping her arms and legs around him tight as she peppered his face with a wild rush of kisses.
She could finally be her true self around him! The girl who could cast aside the prim-and-proper decorous persona that had been thrust upon her by her father. The self her Mistress had trained her to be: a totally submissive slut who worshiped her man! She wasn't sure when she'd torn Jaune's uniform shirt open, but she definitely knew when she switched from showering his face in kisses to moving to his pecs, practically tackling her oh-so-understanding boyfriend to the ground as she went wild on him.
But what Weiss craved wasn't kisses...
Panting with need, she gazed into Jaune's eyes. "I... Mistress was punishing me for being naughty when you arrived. I still- still need to be punished..."
Jaune looked at her, still shaking off the disbelief. "What... what were you being punished for?"
Weiss blushed, feeling the tingle in her pussy she always felt when made to told how she'd been bad. "I... even though I was told to, I didn't... invite you to fuck my ass."
Jaune blinked in surprise. "You..." he searched for his words, "Are you... into that?"
Oh fuck yes, gods yes, fuck
The look on her face or the tremble in her legs evidently conveyed that she was, and Jaune made a nervous laugh. "Well, I... I mean, yeah, yeah, I'd be, uh, game to try it, but-"
"I- I have-" her Mistress meekly cut in, firing an uncontrollable surge of pleasure to see even Weiss's perfect Mistress so humbled by Jaune, "I have the- the supplies. If you want it!"
She produced a small bottle of lube and Weiss's heart beat faster to see Jaune's eyes grow wide. "Oh please," Weiss whispered, "Please, please, please fuck my naughty asshole."
Jaune looked at her for a good long time, as though he was trying to rationalize that this was really happening, that he hadn't died, until he suddenly blinked, shook his head, and muttered under his breath something that sounded like, "No fucking way." But the grin on his face thrilled Weiss to see it, almost as much as seeing his hands reach down to his belt to begin to undress.
Mistress was upon her in an instant, lube in hand, giving Weiss's naughty bum three quick spanks before she plunged her lubed-up finger into Weiss's puckered asshole. It was cold and sudden, and Weiss struggled not to gasp in surprise. But she could feel Mistress's hands tremble as she knew she was about to behold Jaune and Weiss fucking right in front of her. She'd see it with her own eyes, no more imagining how much more desirable Weiss was than she could ever be! Weiss almost wept with joy knowing that she was making one of her Mistress's dreams come true!
But Jaune was about to make one of her dreams come true.
As Mistress's fingers withdrew, Weiss tensed. This wouldn't be the first time she'd experimented with anal, they certainly had explored quite a few options with toys, but this was with Jaune. With her boyfriend. No longer was it her kinky little secret hidden on the side, something that could be dismissed as just a "fling" or "experimentation," this was something she was doing with the man she publicly committed herself to. It may have sounded like a minor difference, but not to Weiss. Coming from a world of loveless, politically or financially expedient marriages, she knew many relationships where this kind of unity was... unthinkable!
And the fact that she had really fallen hard for Jaune, someone she had fretted about how he would take discovering his girlfriend's secret proclivities... it made her shiver in anticipation as she felt the familiar head of Jaune's thick pole between her cheeks as it just tickled her starfish, as-
So big! So big! He was- was pushing into her dirty hole and Weiss gasped as he- as he split her open! Just- pushing and pushing and, oh! It was such a sweet pain, the incredible submission to his dick and to her Mistress's command. Her eyes rolled as she gazed at Pyrrha, who gave her a majestic sneer that made Weiss feel like such a worthless slut!
Her boyfriend was sodomizing her while Mistress watched, on her hands and knees, ass up in the air, such a humiliating posture, but oh, how good it felt to finally submit to him! She was a dirty little skank, such an utter trollop who only pretended to be the proper girl she'd been raised to be, but they- they saw right through her! They knew what she was and they were punishing her for it!
And it was so much better than her toys! Jaune's hands roamed over her body, gripping and squeezing her as her rammed his cock into her ass. She could feel it, gripped tight inside her, how warm and fleshy it was, the incredible friction it produced! It was so much more real, and Jaune's rough, forceful fucking, compared to Mistress's quick, precise thrusts, made all the difference, driving her wild. Between the humiliation, the intimacy, the indulgence of her fetish, and how fucking good it felt to have Jaune's dick in her ass, Weiss was deep in the grips of raw, erotic madness.
But Mistress, of course, had given her the right and proper suggestion for the punishment she deserved, the perfect climax of her submission. "Pull my hair!" she shrieked, "Just grab it and puuuuuullllllllll!"
Jaune's grip was so strong and so dominant that Weiss simply erupted as he jerked her head back, using her ponytail like a leash. She flopped forward, her bodily control suddenly deserting her from the titanic force of her climax, but that only meant she felt as Jaune's tug kept her from fully falling forward. Gods, he was just the sexiest man as he slammed away at her asshole...
From the angle Jaune held her head by, Weiss could see her Mistress, no longer in command, now wantonly fingering herself, panting and gasping as she watched Jaune plow her. Fuck, what a stupid bitch she had been, not begging for this dick the first day she met the man of her dreams? But now- now Jaune was fixing everything. For the both of them. He'd dominate Weiss and humiliate Pyrrha and get them off again and again and again and- oh- oh- oh- ohhhhhhhhhhhh!
She was drooling, a delirious mess as she felt Jaune's dick release in her bowels, his sperm so warm and so goooooooood...
Weiss giggled, a joyous, empty-headed thing, as she felt Jaune's thick cock slowly withdraw from her ass. So big and so... powerful. What a wonder it could even fit...
Rolling over, she watched as Jaune ordered Mistress to attend to him... not the task she should be doing for him, cleaning his dirty cock with her mouth, but... but he gave her the sweetest kiss that was such a nice sight to see as the extremely well fucked Weiss curled up. She was so glad she had the sweetest, most understanding boyfriend who didn't mind that his girlfriend was a totally submissive little slut.
Cardin groaned as he knew this meeting was going to suck.
Stupid goody-two-shoes Jaune getting appointed to be Senior Team Supervisor. Everyone knew it was because he was just piggybacking on his partner's fame to get perks---and she was such a frigid bitch, too. Where the fuck did she get off telling him, Cardin fucking Winchester, that she wasn't interested in him? Probably a lesbian, or something else wrong with her, Cardin didn't know, but it stung that that redheaded freak got to act like anybody even wanted to date her.
Or maybe it was another girl who'd been getting Jaune ahead. His prissy bitch of a girlfriend, the fucking ice queen who thought daddy's money made her better than everyone. New money trash, thinking they could just buy the class that an established family like the Winchesters built over generations. Fucking Jauney boy, just stumbling into girls who wanted a doormat simp they could walk over, then reaping the benefits of having his balls cut off as he sucked up to Goodbitch.
Well, no use waiting. He swung open the door and swaggered in, giving ol' Jauney boy the look of someone who did not give a shit about anything.
The worst part was that Jaune got an office. Not that it was a nice office or nothing, but it went against nature for Cardin to have to go to a beta male like Jaune for something. Being made to step into this room and see Jaune behind a desk was just a reversal of the natural order, and of course, he looked just wrong behind it. He fidgeted, which was good, told Cardin he was afraid, and he looked like he was practically already winded. Pussywhipped dork probably spent all day just fretting about paperwork and getting stomped on by his bitch "girlfriend."
Dropping himself into the chair, Cardin gave Jaune a look of contempt. Let him have the first word, Cardin wasn't gonna give this prick the time of day.
"Oh, not now," Jaune murmured under his breath.
"Fuck you say?" Cardin growled.
"It's nothing," Jaune said, shaking his head, "Just... a lot distracting me today. L-let's just... get this over with, okay?"
Cardin tossed his reports on the desk. Jaune glanced over them, occasionally fidgeting as he did so. "You alright there, Jauney boy?" he asked with a mocking sneer.
"No-nothing, it's nothing!" he answered, turning slightly pink. "But... you don't have your dust expenditure and reimbursement numbers here?"
Rolling his eyes, Cardin yawned, "It's not like it matters, it's just some more busywork. Who cares if-"
"I care!" he shot back, "And you should care, too---I'm the one who ensures you have enough dust stocked for missions!"
"Hey, hey, chill---this wasn't my screwup, it was Dove's! I told him to-"
"Cardin!" Jaune shouted, with a sudden intensity that startled the team leader, gripping the table with both hands. "It's not- not your responsibility to delegate! You're the team leader, you write the- the reports."
He gasped as he flung the report back at Cardin's chest, then leaned back in his chair, a smug, infuriating trace of a smile on his face as his eyes shifted upwards, unfocused. Was he- fuck, he was practically getting off on this! If Cardin had his mace, he would- well, he would find a way to get Jauney boy back for this! He'd definitely see to it!
Fucking beta males.
Cardin snatched up the report and stormed out of the office, pissed off to all hell.
Jaune sighed and leaned back in his chair. Meetings weren't great in general, meetings with Cardin were worse, but, of course, certain events conspired to make them both better and so much worse for him. Glancing downward, he saw two sets of eager eyes, blue and green, smiling back up at him. And those smiles were smeared in white, both girls displaying his seed in their mouths before cheerfully swallowing it.
"Okay," he groaned, "we are- we are not doing that again, okay?"
Weiss giggled, "But you came so much!"
"You were getting off on humiliating Cardin," Pyrrha agreed, "I could feel you in my mouth... it was so hot..."
Jaune sighed. Fuck, he had no way to tell either of them "no" to any of their insane ideas. How could he? Turning down a double blowjob from the two most desirable girls in the school at all was idiocy. Turning down a double blowjob from the two most desirable girls in the school while telling off your former bully? Yes, as insane as it was, it had totally been worth it.
"It's so hot," Weiss moaned, "how you dominated both of us so thoroughly that we can't stop ourselves from pleasuring you..."
He chuckled, "I didn't do anything."
"Mmmmm," Pyrrha ran her tongue lovingly up the length of his shaft, "You try to deny it, just to toy with us... you did so much... so much to draw in two helpless girls who were powerless against your charms... Your manliness was just too great... Master."
Jaune reached down to stroke both girls' heads, rewarding them for their expert double blow job... or, frankly, they seemed to take giving him the blowjob as their reward so...
Standing up from the desk, he pulled both of his girlfriends up with him---not roughly, though he knew Weiss loved it when he pulled her hair---and addressed them sternly. "Pyrrha, Weiss has been willful recently," she hadn't been, but the way she squeaked as he said it confirmed that she was absolutely game to be accused of misbehavior, "So I want her to eat your pussy while I fuck her from behind---and don't go easy on her, she has to learn!"
Pyrrha grabbed Weiss by the hair and yanked her head up to look her in the eyes. "Don't worry," she said, her eyes narrowed to cruel, vengeful slits, "I'll make sure she learns her lesson, no matter how long it takes for this slut to finally learn she isn't daddy's little SDC princess anymore!"
Weiss was trembling, the promise of getting trained by Pyrrha---and whatever cruelties she could imagine---clearly a dream come true. Jaune couldn't help but smile in amazement at the reality that he, of all people, could give these two what they needed.
Fuck, his girlfriends were absolutely wild. Completely out of his league in terms of looks and, also, everything, yet, when they'd offered him this arrangement in the first place, his first thought had been to be offended that his girlfriend was cheating on him. Thank the gods that cooler heads prevailed, he thought as he shoved Weiss down on the desk, Pyrrha pushing Weiss's face into her pussy, spreading her legs for him to take her. Thank the gods.
He started thrusting into Weiss's sopping wet pussy, the girl who was once the unattainable heiress, Beacon's perfect princess, now the girl who begged him to pull her hair, spank her ass raw, and demand she blow him every morning. He gave a warm smile to Pyrrha, who blushed, just like she always did when he smiled at her before he learned of her cuckquean fantasies. Speaking of...
"Fuck!" he gasped, "She's so tight! Her pussy's just milking me, so much," and he looked right to Pyrrha, "So much better than your loose cunt."
Pyrrha gasped, a mixture of pain and arousal that had taken Jaune a bit to get used to, but once he'd accepted that Pyrrha wanted him to humiliate and degrade her, well...
"You're so, uhn, so lucky Weiss likes keeping you around! Should have, uhn, should have kicked you to the curb ages ago!"
Pyrrha was whimpering, between Weiss's tongue and Jaune's cruelty, she was on the edge of climax. And so was Jaune, praising the gods he had the stamina to keep up with his girls. He pumped away into Weiss, who squirmed, writhed on his dick, lustily eating out Pyrrha, who was struggling not to utterly lose her composure, only to fail with an incredible, explosive cry as she came. The sight of her forceful orgasm, that she was getting off on Jaune's abuse, set off his own climax, firing his shot into Weiss's tight pussy, which clamped and squeezed tight as Weiss, finally, gave a muffled cry into Pyrrha's slit.
Jaune felt good as his dick twitched and jerked, squeezing the last few ropes of cum out of him into Weiss's pussy. He glanced to Pyrrha, her eyes unfocused as she seemed precariously positioned on the desk. He had to, regrettably, withdraw from Weiss to help stabilize her, but also... he probably couldn't count on Pyrrha to be done quite yet. He had a meeting with Glynda in an hour, after all, and if he didn't get their libidos in check by then, he didn't want to imagine what perversions they might be doing under the desk, or sending to his scroll, or any other madness these two could come up with.
He gave her a rough, sudden kiss, amazed at how light the champion's body felt in his arms---though, he supposed, he had gotten quite a bit stronger over the year, thanks to the intense workouts they gave him and the impressive incentives they had found to help him step up his routine. Pyrrha melted into the kiss, letting his tongue invade her mouth and dominate it, succumbing to his aggression.
"I don't!" she gasped as he pulled his lips away, "I d-don't deserve your-"
"I decide," Jaune growled, "who deserves and who receives my cock."
The way she just... shivered from Jaune's roughness never ceased to both amaze and arouse him. He was fucking two of the most beautiful, easily the two most accomplished girls at Beacon, and they both seemed to be grateful that he treated them as his playthings. Jaune had long since accepted that his Semblance was just impossibly good luck, but this was still completely unbelievable to him.
But just because it was impossible didn't make it any less enjoyable.
"Suck!" he commanded, always feeling a little silly playing at being dominant, but from the way Pyrrha moaned before she began to lick Weiss's juices off his dick, she clearly enjoyed his "All Powerful Master" act. Unlike Weiss, who was so delicate and careful as she kissed and suckled him, begging him with her eyes to get rough and shove his cock down her throat, Pyrrha just went at it with sloppy abandon.
Fuck, she was amazing. They were amazing. Weiss was coming out of her post-orgasm stupor and curling up in Jaune's arms, gazing down at her... Mistress? With that combination of loving sisterhood, superior sneer, and worshipful submission that made up their relationship and interlocking sexual fetishes. Insane, yes, but also... it was also very sweet, the three of them having formed a little menage a trois, open about their needs and desires and working together to satisfy them all.
But there was no time for sentimentality while Pyrrha desperately milked him for his cum. Even so soon after his last eruption, his girls never failed to get him going for a second round, and Pyrrha's hot mouth combined with Weiss pressing her naked body into him combined with the certainty that his climax would bring Pyrrha Nikos to an explosive climax of her own, just from sucking him off... it was doing a lot to get his balls churning up another load. Two drop-dead gorgeous, endlessly kinky girls offering him everything and all he had to do was have the stamina to keep up?
Yeah, this was pretty good.
Pyrrha hated clubs. Hated public spaces where she'd get gawked at like a zoo animal. Worse, she hated places where she was there to have fun, but had to do it under intense scrutiny. Unlike other formal appearances, where she smiled and waved through a plastic smile, at a club, the whole point of going out was shot if she couldn't actually enjoy herself.
And yet, she was excited to go to the club tonight. She'd been counting down the days until she would have a chance to get dolled up, get Ren to do her makeup (no judgment, he was just really good at it), get Blake to pick out her accessories, get Yang to pick out her outfit, and just get dressed to the nines for a night of drinking and dancing.
Because tonight... Pyrrha was going to the club... with her boyfriend.
And she was going to make him praise every god he knew that he was lucky enough to have this all for him.
Slipping on her heels, she loved that her long-trained, perfect balance meant that she could wear these ridiculous stilettos, and she loved the way it accentuated her assets as she checked herself out in the mirror. There was no denying it: she was hot. Allowing Yang to pick out this tight, red minidress had seemed to be a terrible idea at the time, but right now... she was quite thankful she had Yang in her corner. Giving her ass a playful slap, she giggled from the sting of the strike, then imagined it was Jaune's hand bouncing off her derriere... but that would be for later tonight!
Nora wolf-whistled as Pyrrha finally exited her room, prepped for her date. She took it with good humor, as she pulled her scroll from her cute mini purse and typed a message to Jaune that she was ready to go.
But she froze as she was about to hit send.
What was she so afraid of? She'd finally worked up the courage to just blurt out her feelings to Jaune, and it had ended wonderfully. After the stress and anxiety of that, just sending him a text for a fun night in Vale should be nothing, but she was frozen in place, the message on the screen blaring back to her as the send button seemed almost unreachable.
Suddenly, anxiety started creeping in as she thought to check herself again in the mirror, to make sure she wasn't too slu-
"Pyrrha!" Nora interrupted her, "You're having self doubts, aren't you?"
Blushing, Pyrrha looked back to her friend. "I'm sorry," she apologized, "I just-"
"Nope! No apologies!" Nora grabbed her by the shoulders and yanked her down to be only inches from Nora's eyes. "You are amazing Pyrrha. You are a sexy, vibrant goddess and you are going to go down to Vale with our Fearless Leader and make him realize that he is the luckiest man to be as dense as he was and still gets to have you hanging off his arm as you get to the club and grinding on him when you're on the dance floor!"
"I know!" Pyrrha wailed, "But I-"
Nora cut her off by gripping her shoulders tighter. "No objections! You are hitting send on that message and you are blowing up the dance floor and you are getting lucky tonight!"
Pyrrha certainly blushed at that last one, but she... she could do this. She wanted to do this!
"Kiss each other!" a voice yelled from down the hall.
"Fuck off, Cardin!" Nora yelled back, but keeping her focus on Pyrrha. "You can do this, Pyr."
It was impossible to look into Nora's eyes, radiating confidence and assurance and support and love, and not feel like this was something she could do. Taking her scroll, she hit send and, only a moment later, Jaune sent her back a message that he was on his way to pick her up. It was so quick, Pyrrha just knew he must have been staring at his scroll, waiting for her to be ready.
Probably with Ruby giving him a pep talk like Nora did, only... one with much more Ruby-er content.
Her theory was confirmed as Jaune was there in a flash, forgoing his usual (though adorable!) hoodie for a casual jacket over a tee. He had a... a rugged look to him, with the muscle he'd put on as a Huntsman combined with his tousled blond hair, and Pyrrha liked it.
Though from the look on his face, or, more specifically, the width of his eyes, Jaune really liked Pyrrha's look. She gave him a cocky smile, feeling the adrenaline of her boyfriend's gaze drinking her in mix with Nora's infectious enthusiasm to create the confidence that she only felt in the ring. This was her battleground, and she could turn this nervous energy towards her goal, riding the wave of her anxiety and excitement and anticipation and make Jaune fall to his knees in praise.
Yes, as she sauntered over to him, heel-tip, heel-tip, giving her hips a nice, seductive roll, she knew this was going to be a demonstration of her power and majesty. Jaune was a lucky, lucky boy tonight, because Pyrrha knew exactly what she wanted.
And the Goddess of Victory did not fail.
All eyes were on her.
Pyrrha was used to that, conceptually. She was used to people excited to gawk at the celebrity, but this was different. Hanging off of Jaune's eyes, for once, she thrilled at the attention. It was hard to place what made this different, but she enjoyed how it made her feel so much more desirable, after going so long pining for Jaune to finally notice her. Sorry, boys---they could look, but only Jaune got to touch. And he'd surely touch everything Pyrrha wanted him to touch if the night went how she hoped it would.
And she also enjoyed the blatant jealousy that trailed behind her. Pyrrha knew she wasn't supposed to enjoy it, but she loved the jealous stares she got from other men's girlfriends, knowing that their men wished they looked more like her. And she really drank in the jealousy aimed at her bewildered boyfriend, as so many people tried to figure out who he was to have a girl like Pyrrha on his arm.
The bouncer at the club didn't even pretend that he could slow them down as he stepped aside to let Pyrrha and Jaune enter. She had her aura of invincibility about her, the presence that told others to step aside. It was just like at a tournament bout, where her appearance was enough to win half the battle. Sure, she wasn't about to whip out Miló and Akoúo, but she was still the Invincible Girl, and she strode forward just like she entered the ring. Crowds parted for the two of them as they made their way to the dance floor.
Pyrrha and Jaune danced together, the two of them perfectly in sync, their athletic bodies drawing the awe and admiration and jealousy of everyone who watched them. And Pyrrha knew the attention wasn't just for her: Jaune was a spectacular dancer, she'd known that since the Beacon Dance where, afterwards, her courage failing and her hopes dashed, she, on a mad impulse, just kissed him... and felt her heart sing as he kissed her back.
She loved Jaune. Loved him as her partner, her team leader, and especially, as her boyfriend. And tonight she would be enjoying him in that last capacity. And, she hoped, he'd be enjoying her as well.
Well... she was remembering what Nora told her to do...
Turning away from her boyfriend, she danced in front of him and slowly backed up, the two of them caught in the flow of the music, until she felt him against her... or more specifically, felt a very particular part of him. A part of him that really liked feeling her against him...
"You love it, don't you?" she teased.
He moaned. "Gods, yes"
"Can't resist the Nikos-booty, can you?" she gave her hips a sexy swing as she ground harder against him. Jaune groaned in dismay, his fingers grasping her hips tighter as she toyed with him.
Now it was time for the wicked side of Pyrrha to come through. "And nobody else compares to your girlfriend's, right?"
"Course not!" Jaune swore.
Pyrrha giggled. "Come on... I saw how you looked at Blake's ass... the way she swings it in front of you, teases you..."
"Pyr-Pyrrha!" he gasped, "You c-can't be-"
"Oh, I am serious," she spun around, looking into her beloved's wild eyes as she delicately clasped him by the jaw, "and I don't mind if my boyfriend looks... so long as he thinks I'm the best... So Jaune," she asked, playfully, releasing him in a whirl, shaking her rump to the beat, "am I? Do I have the nicest butt of all the girls you know?"
"Of- of course!"
"Good boy. Wanna squeeze it?"
Jaune choked his response. Pyrrha loved how lewd she was being, her words drowned out by the music and the pulsing bass, the crowd of people all around them completely unaware that The Invincible Girl was giving her boyfriend a sexy show right in public.
But even if he didn't know how to respond with his words, his hands knew what they wanted as they reached down and dug his fingers into her plump posterior.
Pyrrha moaned, not just from the contact or how public they were, but because this was Jaune's touch. Jaune was grabbing her body, Jaune was fondling her in public, and Pyrrha loved it.
More. She wanted, she needed more. And she wouldn't be denied it.
But at the same time, she wanted to savor things. Didn't want to jump straight to her desire, not when she could draw out the enjoyable parts right now. Jaune had, after all, kept her in suspense, leaving her pining for him as he went after other girls. It was only fair if she repaid the favor now, wasn't it?
So she kept dancing with him, enjoying his moves as she showed off her moves, every other person on the floor wishing they could switch places with one of them, but Pyrrha, alas, only had eyes for one man, and she was doing all she could to make sure that man was not even aware that there were other people on the floor. Not aware of anything but her gorgeous, hypnotically swaying ass as she bounced and twerked it, begging to be groped, squeezed... spanked.
But as one song wound down, she returned to wrapping her arms around her beloved's neck, gazing into his eyes as she coquettishly batted her eyelashes, and said, "Jaune... how would you like to get a little bit more private..."
Wordlessly, his jaw dropped as all he could do was shake his head yes as Pyrrha took him by the arm and dragged him behind her... to the lady's room.
Any objections Jaune might have were silenced, either by the speed at which she pulled him inside and rushed to a stall or his simple eagerness to get to finally play with her booty for real. Pyrrha didn't mind which it was, just so long as it let her do what she had been waiting to do for a while now.
In the stall, she pushed Jaune down, spun around, and teasingly lifted up her dress, hearing Jaune moan to see her glorious, thong-clad cheeks revealed to his unworthy eyes.
"You lucky, lucky man," she sighed, still feeling the rhythm inside her as she shook her ass for his appreciative gaze, "Would you like to kiss it?"
"Yessssss," Jaune groaned.
"Well," she teased, "what's stopping you?"
Now it was Pyrrha's turn to moan as she felt Jaune's lips meet her posterior, laying a wet, sloppy kiss on both cheeks as he worshiped her ass. She braced herself against the bathroom stall, having to fight off a whimper as fireworks went off in her mind from the knowledge that Jaune was hers. She had bested Weiss and Blake and Yang and Velvet and all the other girls she had been so jealous of! She was the winner, her, and now she was taking her reward!
Especially as she felt Jaune's fingers hook around her thong, pulling it down, the fabric having to pop past her ass as he removed the garment. Could he tell how wet she was? Did he know that he'd made her this way?
Rubbing her ass against her boyfriend's very appreciative face, Pyrrha was discovering that Jaune's shameless worship of the Nikosbooty was pushing her to the extremes of her desire. She wasn't a vain girl. Not one who invested much stock in her reputation for excellence---not in the way others did. But having Jaune's attention, Jaune's total, undivided attention, was flooding her mind with thoughts of sheer ecstasy. She loved it, but like with his attention in the club, she wanted more.
More and more and always more!
But Jaune wanted more, too. His kisses trended lower, going from where he made her ass glisten with his saliva to where she drenched her own thighs in a different wetness. Pyrrha acquiesced to his interest, leaning harder against the stall as she pushed ass up, letting Jaune have access to her pussy that he lapped at with gusto.
Pyrrha's fingers clawed against the wall, gasping as Jaune's enthusiasm caught her by surprise. She had to keep quiet, had to act like she was being stealthy even though everyone in the bathroom could obviously tell what was going on, but that just made it more fun! She hissed and gasped and struggled not to make anything more than a peep as Jaune's tongue tasted her treasure, exploring her pussy and made Pyrrha go wild.
"Oh, Jaune," she moaned, her words causing a sudden burst of attention, "Oh, oh, Jaune!"
His only response was to keep eating her out. Pyrrha's eyes rolled as the pleasure, the attention just made her hornier. That savage, unrelenting need was not letting up, and Pyrrha knew that if she didn't get what she needed soon, she was liable to lose her mind!
"Fuck me," she hissed, "f-fuck me, Jaune! F-fuck-"
Her words stopped as Jaune stopped. The sudden, silent interruption of his ministrations made Pyrrha briefly panic that she'd overstepped, that she'd gone too far. But then she heard Jaune get up, along with the unmistakable sound of his belt being undone and his pants hitting the bathroom floor.
Pyrrha waggled her butt against him, pushing him against the cramped stall wall and feeling his hardness against her soft ass. Ohhhh, she was going to get this. Ohhhh, she was going to get laid. Ohhhhh, Jaune was going to fuck her!
With a muffled squeal she rejoiced as the head of his cock pushed against her pussy lips... then slid right in. Ohhhh, he was big. Ohhhhh, he was thick. Ohhhhh, she hadn't expected this!
Even Pyrrha's discipline had limits, and as Jaune's hands gripped and kneaded her ass as his cock was splitting her open, attempts to keep quiet were thrown to the wayside.
"Oh, oh, oh gods, Jaune!" she cried, ignoring his panicked attempts to shush her. "You're so- you're so big, Jaune, so bi-mmmf!"
She was cut off as Jaune muffled her mouth with his hand, unaware that it just made things even better for Pyrrha as she pushed back against him, taking his dick as far into her as it would go, loving the way Jaune was manhandling her! She took his fingers into her mouth and sank her teeth into him. He gasped, but there wasn't any amount of pain that would make him stop.
Between the long-awaited relief of finally having Jaune for herself and spending the whole night marinating in the jealousy of others, Pyrrha was primed and ready to go. That they were doing it in the bathroom stall of a club, feeling Jaune's dick inside her while hearing the footsteps of others passing in and out of the restroom, people who knew the only thing the thumping coming from the stall with four legs could mean, it just made it so much hotter.
Need was riding hot upon her. Her core was overheating, entering full meltdown as her motions became more desperate, more wild. Jaune picked up on that---for once, when it came to Pyrrha, he was sensing her obvious signals---and stepped up the pace, giving it to her just as hard as she needed it, and then, as if reading her mind, Jaune gave Pyrrha what she really wanted.
He spanked her.
No regard for silence anymore, Jaune's firm hand came down on her ass with a mighty slap, and Pyrrha simply could not handle it any longer!
She bit down hard on his hand to muffle her orgasmic shriek, but she had the feeling he still didn't mind the pain, not with the way his cock was plowing her. Her pussy writhed and spasmed around his cock, wild with ecstasy and hungry for his cum.
Her legs were jelly, but she wasn't allowing herself to stop or slow down or even shift position as she desperately rode Jaune. Now he was taking the more aggressive role, pushing her forward, making Pyrrha feel the cool material of the stall divider against her skin as he squashed her breasts into it. Now he was the one riding her, but all his aggression, all his sudden force, it was just a testament to what Pyrrha's perfect body could unleash within him!
"Erggghh, gods, Pyrrha!" Jaune finally gasped, his commitment to silence finally breaking as his hips jerked and, with a great, mighty splurt, Pyrrha moaned into Jaune's controlling hand as she felt his sticky cum flood her pussy.
Jaune released his hand from covering her mouth, as well as the one squeezing her ass. Pyrrha would have been disappointed, but she was still basking in the afterglow of having had trashy bathroom sex with the man she loved. She knew he was asking himself how he could possibly be this fortunate in life, and Pyrrha was radiating in the quiet smugness of knowing she was the best, hottest girlfriend any man could ever ask for... but only one would get.
They cleaned themselves up as best they could inside the stall, a mostly futile effort, but, like with keeping it down, they were more concerned with the fig leaf of respectability. Pyrrha enjoyed the futility, liked feeling... dirty. Yes, she was a dirty girl, wasn't she? Finally redressed, Jaune moved to open the stall door, but before he could, Pyrrha lunged forward, wrapping Jaune in her arms and kissing him passionately.
As soon as she began, she broke away, then whispered, "I want to do... so much more of that with you."
Emerging from the bathroom, Pyrrha knew that there was no hiding what they'd done. So she leaned into it, exuding confidence and satisfaction, taunting everyone around her, challenging them to judge her for getting what she wanted. But who could contest against Victory herself?
Jaune was beside her in a happy daze, still asking himself if that had really happened or if it was just some delusional fantasy. Lucky boy, lucky, lucky boy...
Licking her lips as she gave her hips a sexy roll, Pyrrha wondered to herself... if she should wear more leggings.
It had been a wonderful dinner. Not only was the food good, Ruby had been excited to get to use the Banquet Hall at Beacon, the really fancy one! One of the perks of being faculty and married to the Headmaster, she supposed, but still, she still felt like the girl she was before she became a global hero whenever she got to be in the really fancy parts of Beacon.
But most importantly, what made it truly wonderful was the people there.
Ever since they had concluded their adventures, Ruby felt like she didn't get to see her friends enough. They were still close, friendships forged for a lifetime, but Weiss and Blake were always traveling around the world, working for justice for Faunus. Penny was up in Atlas, serving as the Winter Maiden and Protector of Mantle, much like Nora and Ren were in Mistral, building and protecting New Kuroyuri. Yang was... wherever Yang felt like going, traveling the world and leaving every place a little better than when she got there. And Jaune was... well, Jaune was still in Vale, but Ruby felt like she saw him less than anyone.
He was always in the field, working as a Huntsman. It hurt her terribly that Jaune was still carrying so many wounds from their journeys---he'd always been their healer, the one who saved their lives and treated their injuries more time than Ruby could count and yet, she had no idea how to help him. As many times as he insisted he was alright and had found his peace, Ruby could see right through him.
But... it had been good to see him. To see all of them, to get the gang back together and reminisce about the old times.
She heard the door click and turned to see Oscar, her sweet husband, stepping out to join her on the balcony.
"Hey honey," she said to her husband, clearly just as thrilled as she was to have seen their friends.
"What a wonderful evening..." he said, joining her on the railing, looking up at the pearly orb of the restored moon, "I really don't think there was any way things could have been better."
"Yeah, it was nice..." Ruby added, before giving her husband a sly grin, "And I'm pretty sure Jaune didn't notice how much you were staring at him."
"Wh-what!" he exclaimed, collapsing into a stammer, "I wasn't- I wasn't staring, I just- I mean, it's not like- I mean..." his voice trailed off into an adorable mess of excuses and denials that Ruby couldn't help but smile at. He was the Headmaster of Beacon Academy, the Heir of Ozma, and hardly a little boy anymore (especially where it counted), but he was still, undeniably, adorable. She loved her husband so very dearly.
Interrupting him before he ran out of air in stammered denials, Ruby chimed in, "It's okay, sweetie! I think it's cute you still have a crush on Jaune. I mean..." and now it was her turn to blush, her index fingers nervously tenting, "I know where you're coming from..."
Oscar blinked at her in surprise. "You... you still-"
Ruby gave him a playful punch in the arm. "Same reasons you still have feelings for him. He's cute, and he was my first friend at Beacon. And... yeah," Ruby felt the blush grow hot on her face, "I mean, I think... I think we've danced around this long enough, you know? You have feelings for Jaune. I have feelings for Jaune. And as much as he might deny it, he's lonely, so-"
"Ruby, are you," Oscar chuckled nervously, "are you really proposing what I think you're proposing?"
The only answer Ruby needed to give him was her grin.
Thousands of years of memories coursed through his mind. Decisions, choices, words said and unsaid, and all their many, many consequences were locked up in Oscar's memory, tracing all the way back to an adventurer who loved a girl in a tower. It came with wisdom both fundamental and esoteric, but also, a whole lot of knowledge about the bedroom. Knowledge that Oscar had used to make a very successful marriage with Ruby.
And yet, it utterly deserted him whenever he thought about Jaune.
It's not like he was the first incarnation to have an interest in men. When the sole qualification to inherit the spirit of Ozma was "your name starts with an 'oz' sound," that meant that there were men of every kind who added their experiences to the lot of them. There was a lot Oscar knew about how to seduce men, how to pleasure a man sexually, hell, even how to do it with a woman joining in. But Jaune, like Jaune always did, just left him feeling... completely out of his depth.
With Ruby, romance had been the easiest thing. They had been close friends, confiding in each other as they dealt with the hardships of their travels, the weight of their unchosen supernatural destinies thrust upon them, and the difficulties of growing up, before they became romantic. When Ruby first asked him out on a date, Oscar realized that the two of them just made so much sense together, and it had made for a shockingly easy relationship, especially for his first. They just... moved on from being friends to boyfriend and girlfriend to lovers to husband and wife, and it just made sense. It was the easiest thing in the world to be in love with Ruby Rose.
But Jaune... traveling with Jaune was when Oscar realized he was bi. He'd accidentally walked in on Jaune while he was changing and, with his shirt off, Oscar had been absolutely blindsided by the most sculpted chest he'd ever seen, along with the realization that Oscar wanted to kiss every inch of it. He'd stammered out an apology and fled the room, too red faced and embarrassed to do anything about it.
He'd never spoken to Jaune about that moment, but from then on, Oscar couldn't help but notice how attractive Jaune was. His build, his confident, experienced swagger (even though Ruby always cracked up when he mentioned that), and just how... how Jaune he was.
In spite of his best efforts to convince himself that Jaune was like an older brother, that just wasn't their dynamic. Oscar had a crush on Jaune. A huge, wild, big crush on Jaune, even as he was in a relationship with Ruby.
They'd talked about it, of course. He and Ruby shared everything, and she'd been wonderfully supportive of Oscar and encouraged him to do what he had to do to feel comfortable in his own skin. To admit that he was bi, that he could be attracted to other people without it being an act of infidelity or a matter of shame. And then... in a move that could only be understood as pure Ruby Rose, the love of his life, she'd revealed that she had a bit of a crush on Jaune, too. A thing that was just a nice little supportive move from her, until the night after the Beacon dinner, where... where she suggested doing something about it.
But... a seduction? What business did Oscar Pine have even pretending he was associating with that word! Where would he even begin! Yeah, Oscar could call upon any of Oswald of Patch's memories of seducing Huntsmen---he had been a particularly... randy incarnation---but it just felt wrong. They weren't... none of them were Jaune.
But with Oscar's knowledge out of commission, Ruby had stepped up and taken charge of the whole plan. By which, she simply called up Blake and asked her to come up with a plan. And with a terrifying gleam in her eye, Blake had assured them that she had the perfect idea and sent them the two packages that were now being unboxed on Ruby and Oscar's bed.
They were clearly garment boxes, and Oscar was worried to see what Blake thought would be perfect. But steeling his courage, he picked up the lid of the box, lifted it, and... saw a weird garment inside. If it was a garment. It didn't really seem to have all the parts, like where was the...
Oscar's jaw dropped. Ruby's eyes lit up.
"It's a reverse bunnysuit!" Ruby cheered. "Stockings, sleeve, uh, glove-things, and, ooh!" she rifled through the box and pulled out two headbands, "Bunny ears!"
With his brain still struggling to keep up, Oscar wasn't really able to say anything about the lack of outfit in front of him. He idly picked up a stocking, trying to imagine how it'd look on him... and what Jaune would think seeing this. Oh gods. Oh gods he had actually met, oh gods!
He realized he was hyperventilating as Ruby laid a gentle hand on his shoulder and whispered to him to breathe in and breathe out. She could always calm him down---and she'd had a lot of practice, considering what the both of them went through.
"I know this is... a lot," she began with a reassuring smile, "but, first of all, we are both gonna look super hot in this." Oscar had to smile at Ruby's quiet cheer. "And I think... I think this'll work out. Just putting ourselves out there and showing him how confident we are? I think this'll work out great. And I really want to see you in this outfit, mister!"
"Thanks," he mumbled, but still feeling the smile on his face. He was very lucky to have her in his life.
Ruby kept going. "You've obviously had feelings for Jaune for a very long time, and I never want you to feel like you have to repress yourself or hide something from me. I think it's wonderful that the two of us can do this together. I love Jaune and you love Jaune and I know he'd love to have us in his life like this. He's... he doesn't show it," her voice dropped low, "but he's lonely. And he doesn't have to be. Not with us."
Oscar blinked away tears at his wife's naked, cheerful honesty. She was such an incredible woman, the kind he never stopped thanking his lucky stars that he found.
"I love you Ruby," he said.
"I love you too," she replied, just before he silenced her with a kiss.
It had been a long trip, but the sight of Vale's skyline from the train didn't fail to lift Jaune's spirits. The soaring spires of the downtown, the ocean sparkling past the harbor, and off in the forest, he could see Beacon... where it had all began. The work was hard, but the homecoming always felt good.
There was a lot less demand for Huntsmen after their adventurers, but there was still a lot of work to be done, dangerous work, often in far-off places, and Jaune took the worst jobs of them all. With his background, he was about the most qualified Huntsman in Vale who still did field missions (what with Ruby taking a teaching position at Beacon). Oscar had tried to ply him on taking a position as well, teaching a leadership class, but Jaune had turned him down. There was too much restlessness still in him, after their adventurers, for Jaune to settle down just yet.
It was a lonely life, though. The kind where he had to bury deep down the pang of jealousy he had felt when he'd had dinner at Beacon with all his friends. He wasn't the only single person, of course, but Yang and Penny, they were happy with their lives, while he was trying to keep down that feeling of envy as he saw Weiss and Blake, Ren and Nora, or Oscar and Ruby. He sighed at that last thought, remembering how obviously in love the two of them were. He was happy for his friends, so happy, but... it was hard not to get... jealous.
That was the thought that lingered over him like a cloud as he disembarked from the train and headed back to his place in the city. It wasn't a long trip---Jaune had chosen to live in a place where he'd have an easy time getting out of Vale and on to his mission---but it had given him too much time to hold on to those morose thoughts. He wondered if Ruby and Oscar might be open to him stopping by for dinner, or... or if that would just come off as pathetic.
With a sigh, he fumbled with his keys as he grumbled about the Valean winter---another reason why he might consider going off to Vacuo---and finally pushed the door open to... open to...
His apartment was as unfurnished as ever, with his chair, lamp, table, and bookcase sitting in an otherwise empty room. But it seemed he had gained furnishings, or at least... at least that would make a lot more sense than what he was seeing right now.
Casually draped over his chair, Ruby Rose sat, her long, shapely legs playfully cast askew over the armrests. Beside her was Oscar, leaning against the wall, just as casual as if there was nothing at all strange going on here.
And they were wearing nothing.
Worse than nothing. Ruby and Oscar had matching outfits---if they could be called outfits---that were little more than leggings and elbow-length gloves. Their bodies were on full display, Ruby's full chest and Oscar's dick hanging in the open air, totally exposed to his view. And a pair of bunny ears on both of them, with bow ties on chokers completing the effect.
It was the sort of thing that made Jaune assume Blake had to be involved, but before he could say anything, any words at all, he felt their eyes run over him, the playful, flirtatious looks on their faces making Jaune feel like he was in some enchanted glade, bespelled by forest sprites.
"Come on in, Jaune," Ruby purred in a seductive whisper, "it's cold outside..."
"We're here to warm you up..." Oscar softly added, his voice having a faraway, dreamy tone.
He stumbled forward, vaguely remembering to shut the door behind him. Ruby hopped up from his chair as she and Oscar both moved forward, the husband and wife duo each wrapping themselves around an arm and guiding him to his seat.
Setting him down, Ruby gracefully moved to the back while Oscar took a seat on his legs. They'd obviously rehearsed this, and Jaune didn't know what else to do but follow their cue, his eyes tracing Oscar's figure---still a slender build, even though he was no longer the boy who'd first joined them in Mistral. Very... playful in his look. Jaune could feel the blood move southwards as he traced his legs up to his dick.
Oscar was the first to speak, a blush faint on his cheeks. "You know..." he said, slowly, "We---me and Ruby---we've... had a bit of a crush on you... since forever."
"It's true," Ruby whispered into his ear, her hands reaching down to his shoulders as she began to massage him.
"And we were wondering if... you wouldn't mind making both of our fantasies come true?" he asked, a hopeful, eager look in his eyes.
"You've always been so good to us before," his wife added in that unbelievably seductive, smoky voice.
Jaune didn't know what to say in response to this two pronged assault, merging seduction and innocence and desire. But he knew what he wanted. He nodded, still dazed by the almost wholly undressed pair that was caressing him.
With his nod, Oscar's eyes lit up in a way that made Jaune almost disbelieve that he could possibly make someone, especially someone married to Ruby, that happy, but the eager squeeze he felt on his shoulders confirmed a simple truth. They both wanted this. And they both took charge, Ruby continuing to massage his shoulders as Oscar got up from his lap and... parted his legs.
Eyes widening in surprise, Jaune watched as a blushing Oscar undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and fished out his rapidly hardening cock with a gasp.
"It's so..." he murmured, "Wow..."
But his amazement only delayed him a moment as he knelt down and ran his tongue slowly up the length of Jaune's shaft. He kissed the tip, Jaune feeling his soft lips against his glans, Oscars fingers delicately holding his cock in place as it continued to expand, engorging from Oscar's skilled touch. And that was only the beginning. More kisses, going from careful and delicate, to more and more daring.
Oscar's mouth was wrapped around his cock as Jaune moaned. He'd... he'd had a few short flings in his time, but they never had anything like this. This was... was so intimate, the way Oscar seemed to marvel at the length of his cock, his eyes sparkling in adoration as he looked up at Jaune from between his legs. Fuck, his tongue was just... licking him as his lips reverently sucked, his warm, wet mouth so inviting to him.
"He's quite talented," Ruby, the teasing minx who'd evidently bloomed quite a bit from his socially awkward buddy back at Beacon, purred into his ear, "but the real reason he's so good... is because he loves you, Jaune. Just like I do."
Her fingers were massaging his shoulders so skilfully that it felt like he could feel all his tension evaporate into the air while her husband gave him such a long and loving blowjob that Jaune felt like he might just melt into a puddle.
Ruby kept going. "You have no idea how incredible you are... driving the both of us just wild," she said, beginning to unbutton his shirt, "Now you have to take responsibility for being such a desirable man."
Jaune wanted to protest, to deny that he was anything special, but as his dick was going further and further down Oscar's throat, he was finding it harder and harder to make words, his fingers digging into the armrests of his chair.
But as Ruby finished opening up his shirt, Oscar released Jaune's cock with a messy pop. His eyes were wide at the sight, getting up from his knees. "Gods, you're so muscular..." Oscar sighed, running a finger up Jaune's abs, leaving a trail of kisses across his pecs.
"You're so handsome..." Ruby added, guiding him from his chair and to the floor. Oscar had Jaune's pants off before he realized what was happening, and now Ruby was straddling him, grinding her pussy against Jaune's dick and leaving him gasping.
"Ohhh," she moaned, "Oh, you're a big boy, aren't you? Always, uhn, always knew you were..."
While it was difficult to let his eyes look at anything other than Ruby's very ripe breasts now hanging in front of his face, Jaune's eyes darted over to Oscar, to see how he was taking Jaune being... intimate with his wife. But as soon as he looked, he saw he hadn't needed to. Oscar's gaze was transfixed on the sight of the two of them together, his hand reaching down to his own penis, now very hard, as he stroked it to the sight of Jaune and Ruby together.
"C-can't wait... any longer," she mumbled, then slid back, a quick jerk a half-inch backwards, but precisely where she needed to be to let Jaune's cock impale itself with her.
Jaune saw Ruby's eyes grow wide with delight as he pierced her, but she didn't pause, shaking her hips up and down to get the amazing feeling of her tight canal milking his cock. Her outfit provided an incredible effect on top of everything else. Jaune could watch Ruby's breasts bounce unencumbered as her long gloves and leggings, practically just sheaths, emphasized how graceful and slender her limbs were. The same with her husband, the both of them just seemed so elegant in contrast with his own, muscular frame.
Ruby bounced eagerly, throwing her head back and crying out, "Oh, fuck, Oscar, oh fuck, Jaune, oh fuck, he's so good!"
"He's amazing!" Oscar gleefully agreed.
"So amazing!"
The both of them buffeted him with praise, Ruby crying out in joy from his big, long dick, Oscar gasping at how cut Jaune was, just a nonstop shower of positive reinforcement. Jaune, who had been living a solitary life since the end of their world tour, was unused to this kind of human contact, and he drank it in. Soaked in it, allowed it to swallow him up, just like Ruby's pussy was doing to his dick.
Ruby had both arms planted on Jaune's pecs, the fabric of her gloved hands feeling so decadent on his skin as her fingers began to curl. Her hips jerked, her body twitched, Jaune could feel her nails start to dig in, the inevitable was coming as Ruby's praise was suddenly interrupted by halting gasps as she shook and then-
She exploded.
With a cry of joy, Ruby shrieked in pleasure as she came, her orgasm crashing down with titanic force. She flopped forward, bonelessly, a mindlessly happy grin on her face as it planted itself on Jaune's broad chest. Jaune took a moment to catch his breath, his eyes glancing to Oscar, who seemed to have reached his own climax from the sticky mess now on his hands.
Withdrawing his cock from Ruby's pussy, Jaune noticed how entranced Oscar was at the sight of it. He gave the younger man a smile. "Well... you two seem to have enjoyed yourself... but I don't think we're done here, not at all, not yet."
"You cock..." Oscar murmured, "Lubricated by my wife's pussy... ngh, would-" he began panting, "Would you- just fuck me with that?"
Jaune blinked in surprise at the request. "Fuck," he chuckled, "I don't... I mean, I think you'll want some proper lubrication."
But Oscar just smiled back, his eyes twinkling. "I got my ass ready for you," Oscar moaned, bending forward, raising his backside for Jaune's appreciation, showing his tight, puckered starfish glistening in the light. "I've been... oh, I've been wanting this for a long time..."
"Fuck my husband, Jaune..." Ruby's voice arose in a sinful whisper, "He wants it so bad... I want it so bad... you want it so bad..."
Jaune couldn't possibly disagree.
With a groan that became a growl and then a roar of pure, lustful desire, Jaune seized Oscar and plunged his dick into Oscar's ass. Oscar cried out, a faint murmur of surprise, as Jaune pushed into his tight hole, but soon it became a lustful moan as Jaune began thrusting away. This entire evening had been building up Jaune's arousal to unbelievable heights, and his bucked and thrust into Oscar's backdoor, he knew that this would be the perfect finale for what had been a truly insane night.
But all that insanity...
It was because they cared for him.
Plowing Oscar's ass might not be the usual way to thank someone for being there, but Oscar howled with pleasure as Jaune plunged as far into his bowels as he could, his balls slapping his cheeks with every forceful thrust. So Jaune felt he was okay with this. Ruby, still coming back from her post-orgasm daze, watched it all with a languid delight, the same rapt fascination in her eyes as Jaune had seen on her husband's face when their positions were reversed.
He was just... just so lucky to have such wonderful, kind, loving, and so fucking sexy people in his life, and Jaune had to keep up his composure to keep from getting misty-eyed while in the midst of coitus. But still, to go from his awkward loneliness to this?
He was so fucking lucky.
But Oscar's ass was so tight, the friction around his dick so pleasant, that Jaune knew there was another bodily function that he couldn't hold back. Not with Oscar crying out for him to finally give him what he'd been dreaming of since they were traveling the world together. With a deep, guttural moan that seemed to echo through his whole body, Jaune gripped Oscars hips tight as he came, spraying Oscar's bowels with his seed.
It felt like he'd unleashed more than one kind of pressure with his orgasm. Years of lonely traveling and suppressed jealousy could finally come to the surface and breathe. He could finally admit that he did want a different life... because he had one right here.
As he withdrew from Oscar, Jaune practically flopped on the floor, only for Ruby and Oscar to both help him up and guide him to the bedroom. He felt a little silly for having done it on the floor, like he was still in his twenties, with a back that wouldn't remember this, but lying down in his bed, now seeming far too small with Ruby on one side of him and Oscar on the other, he knew he couldn't complain about a single thing.
"So..." Ruby began with a teasing smile, "Given any more thought to that teaching position?"
Jaune gave her a confused look, unsure if this whole thing had been... some kind of high pressure recruitment strategy? But then Oscar spoke up to clarify things. "I mean," he began, softly, "If you had a reason to stay in town instead of travelling... I think you'd really like that. I would."
With a satisfied sigh, Jaune pulled both of his partners closer to him. "I think I would," he said, "I really think I would."
She'd been patient. So very, very patient, the kind of patience that could have earned her a sainthood, but she'd spent it all on her dear, beloved partner. And finally, after so very, very long... Pyrrha could claim her reward.
Jaune Arc had been the singular focus of Pyrrha's attention for the past two years at Beacon, more than her schooling, more than her career, even more than the Vytal Tournament, and finally he'd realized that she had feelings for him. She had had to sit through his disastrous first year attempts to ask out Weiss. The painful months of his "no strings attached" relationship with Blake (for which she'd never forgive the treacherous cat skank), and how many times Velvet just "happened" to drop something right in front of him that she had to pick up without bending her knees.
But he'd figured it out. He'd finally figured it out, right before Pyrrha totally snapped, and now she had him. At long last, she had him!
And just in time for the long holiday weekend where Nora and Ren would be out of the dorms and they'd have the room alllllll to themselves. A perfect chance to make up for lost time...
Coming back from a meeting with Goodwitch Pyrrha had only half paid attention to, she opened the door to her dorm to see her blond beloved right there, working on some homework. But Pyrrha knew he'd have plenty of time to finish that later.
Wrapping her arms around his neck (Gods! Gods, it was wonderful!) she hugged him tightly. "What's got you all studious?" she playfully whispered into her ear. Nuzzling her cheek close against his, she felt the slight bristle of his beard starting to come in and inhaled his scent, the slightly floral aroma of his shampoo. She felt the warmth of the blood flowing through his cheek and felt her knees grow weak as he laughed, a laugh so gentle and casual that it made it feel like all those mistaken years when they weren't together simply hadn't happened.
"I've got to prepare for my pre-mission assessment work," he laughed, "There's a lot of Valean Huntsmen regulations I've got to memorize!"
Pyrrha just squeezed him closer. "But you always do such a good job with that! You're always telling us what we need to be prepared for before we're out in the field."
"Yeah," he admitted, "But that's the easy stuff, like telling Nora she's not allowed to discharge a grenade launcher within town grounds without a Grimm incursion."
"Convincing Nora of that is not easy, Jaune."
"Well, it's more like... look at this," he cleared his throat and started to read, "A Huntsman team consisting of 4 members must display-"
"Jaune~" she playfully interrupted.
"Hmm?"
"Are you sure... are you sure you want to be studying when we've got the room all to ourselves?"
Laughing, he nuzzled back against her. "Well, I know we're getting dinner together, but that's not for a bit and I figured-"
"Jaune~ I was thinking there was something we could do now~"
She felt Jaune's heartbeat speed up as he realized the implication she was breathily whispering into his ear. Mmmm, she loved being able to finally be open with him, to tease him, to pull his emotions along on a string. It was delicious, and it felt like a whole new Pyrrha was starting to come out now that she could actually achieve in reality what was previously just locked up inside her mind.
Yes, Pyrrha had been cultivating ideas for this for a very long time.
More than anything, Pyrrha was an uncontrollably sexual woman who had been repressed for far too long. Between her parents and her agent, she'd been continuously reminded that her reputation must be unimpeachable, and that meant maintaining a professional distance---and certainly not having a romantic entanglement---until it reached a point where boys and girls were just too intimidated to ask her out. Even Yang, who flirted with everyone, didn't really throw herself at Pyrrha the way she did for others.
A repression that was made worse when the inescapably singular object of her affections seemed to look at everyone else before his eyes came to her. The awkward flirting with Weiss that turned into a nerve-wracking friendship, a long observation of what Ruby's intentions might be, not to mention the cat bitch...
But now she had him. As a boyfriend. As her boyfriend. And Pyrrha was far too hungry, had gone far too long without tasting the succulent fruit of sexual intercourse, to let this wait until "after dinner."
"I, uh," Jaune stammered, "I thought we were... taking things slow? I mean, we haven't t-told anyone..."
"We're not telling anyone now, are we?" Pyrrha asked, leaving a trail of wet kisses along his neck. He shivered with every kiss, his every hair on his nape standing on end as her hands started to drift lower, fingers running down his broad, muscular chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt and knowing she had the physical strength to rip it right off.
"Oh, Pyrrha," he moaned, "I- I- "
"I want you, Jaune," she whispered, her words so hot the boy whimpered, "I've wanted you for so long and I'm not going to stop until I. Have. You."
He leaned back in his chair as Pyrrha's fingers began to bunch up his shirt. "Yeeeessssssss," he exhaled, "Oh, ye-OH!"
He yelped in surprise as Pyrrha's hands proceeded to rip his shirt open. Pyrrha wasn't as strong as some of the brawlers they knew, but it was easy to forget that she was a top-tier combatant who could easily shred a cheap tee. And as her hands undressed her handsome Huntsman, her kisses switched from tantalizing pecks to aggressively devouring his neck. She left a trail of hickeys as she sucked and grazed on the skin she'd wanted for so long.
"I, mwah, I'm gonna, mssk, give you, fwah, the fucking, mwha, best night of your, mwah, LIFE!"
Jaune laughed and now that he was out of the shock of her sudden assault, craned his head to the left and caught Pyrrha in a kiss that nearly dropped her to the floor. Yes, they'd kissed when they admitted they had feelings for each other. They'd kissed each other, in secret, every day since. They were all incredible, and Pyrrha loved the feeling of her tongue invading his mouth and mapping every inch that was inside, counting his teeth and seeing if she could perform a tonsillectomy with her tongue. But this, this was something utterly different.
She was used to being the aggressor on account of the fact that she needed Jaune more than she needed air to breathe, but she had been open about her desires toward him, her need to take their relationship to the next level, and he'd answered that with a yes.
And what a yes! Pyrrha melted into his kiss, all her wild, desperate hunger turned into helpless, kittenish mewls as Jaune's lips seemed to drain all her energy. It was such a chaste kiss, so tender and simple in comparison to her naked aggression, but she was utterly undone by it. Because it was so Jaune and because it was such a confirmation that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him!
As his lips parted from hers, Pyrrha was left in a daze, no longer able to speak or even think thoughts through. Too many years of backed up feelings were now coming through, too many for anyone to manage. Jaune blushed, bashful about the effect his affection always had on her, but she could still see the quiet confidence and pride in himself winking in his eyes... his beautiful blue eyes that seemed to draw her in, almost hypnotic in their perfect cerulean openness, like the ocean...
"So..." he said, with a hint of trembling nervousness, "do we, uh, do we wanna... make out on the bed a little?"
Pyrrha's only response was a desperate and needy moan.
Getting up from his seat, Jaune held the suddenly boneless Champion in his strong arms. Pyrrha knew these muscles intimately---she'd trained up each and every one of them---but the thought that she'd get a chance to learn them in a whole new, running-her-tongue-over-them way made her legs actually give out, collapsing entirely like a puppet with her strings cut into his grasp.
Jaune guided her over to her bed and lay her down in it. He treated her like a princess, not like some brutish Champion, and she didn't know if it was possible to grow more obsessed with him, right now, lying in the same bed where she fantasized, night after night, of him doing just this... it was making Pyrrha think some very intense thoughts.
He kissed her on the forehead first, making her eyes roll, then, after a cute stopover on her nose, he kissed her again on the lips.
But whether it was because Pyrrha had gotten time to gather her bearings or because she no longer had to devote brainpower to staying on two legs or just because she was already on the bed... this time, she wasn't unmade by the kiss. And she met his kiss with her own, their lips beginning chastely, then her tongue began to probe against him, then she pushed herself in, and Jaune welcomed her intrusion. Indeed, he pushed back, their tongues wrestling as they both play-fought for dominance.
She didn't miss how Jaune's hands, first wrapped around her, started to stray downwards. Pyrrha moved to both encourage it and assert her own dominance by gripping his jeans, feeling the rough fabric and stitches beneath her fingers as she gave his butt a generous squeeze. Jaune was surprised by her aggression, but, as she had hoped, reciprocated with his own hands trending down to her ass. Kneading her soft flesh through her skirt, Pyrrha could feel how they were both pulling each other closer, letting them grind against each other, and she could tell that Jaune was getting ready, just as she was, for taking things to the next step.
She broke the kiss with a murmur, gazing into her partner, her leader, her beloved's eyes as a playful smile broke out across her face and she began unbuttoning her shirt.
"Pyr..." he sighed. Gods, she loved the sound of her name in his voice. "We don't have to-"
"We don't... but I want to."
He smiled, and Pyrrha traced her eyes downward to his exposed chest. She'd made sure her training was for ability, not vanity, but she was impressed with how good Jaune looked now, still with a hint of that irrepressible boyishness but now cut and toned. She couldn't wait to rub her naked body all over that...
But Jaune, once again, put Pyrrha on the back foot. As she shucked her shirt and jutted her chest out, rather than blush and stammer (though she loved the way his eyes drank in the sight of her bra-clad tits), he instead reached a hand down and unbuckled his belt.
Excitement forced Pyrrha's hand---her Semblance unhooked her bra as she gleefully undid it as Jaune pulled down his pants and now... now they were at a new level in their relationship. Jaune's eyes feasted upon her toplessness, but as much as Pyrrha had dreamt of showing him this sight, she couldn't help but be annoyed that his boxers were standing in the way of what she wanted. She didn't like that Jaune was the tease, not one bit, so while he was distracted by her breasts, she reached down, deftly hooked her fingers around his boxers' elastic band, and yanked down...
Oh, my.
Her eyes drank in the sight of Jaune's sword. What a magnificent and storied weapon, the true Crocea Mors that he kept concealed from her. It was the first penis Pyrrha had ever seen with her naked eyes and it was a good one to start with. She could even convince herself that she was the first woman to behold it in its glory, since treacherous cheating skanks like Blake who could never appreciate Jaune and love him like he deserved didn't count. Yes, she would be Jaune's first, just as he was her first. Just as it had always been meant to be.
But the lovely cock she was beholding now still had her vision quite entranced. It was long and meaty, a bulbous head proudly jutting forth and thick veins along the side. Yes, this was a penis. This was what she would surrender her virginity to!
Jaune chuckled. "Well, we can... take it a bit slower than that, cause it's your first time. Here," he said as he reached down to her skirt, "Let me help you get ready... make this time really special."
Their positions were reversed, as here, Jaune was the master and Pyrrha was the student. So she submitted to his guidance as he freed her from her skirt, revealing that, of course, Pyrrha wasn't wearing any panties beneath. Clad now in only her stockings, Pyrrha spread her legs, inviting Jaune to behold her treasure just as she had gazed upon his.
Blushing, Jaune quietly added, "Well, we're not going to have to work to get you wet..." and Pyrrha smirked. No, she was ready for this. Ready for- Oh my!
Jaune's finger began to stroke Pyrrha's slit, a gentle, feather touch, but it seemed to tease out her excitement, making her realize she was well off her expectations! Yes, she'd touched herself before while thinking about Jaune, but this was the real Jaune! Touching her! There! A-and he was quite good at it! Oh, he found her clit in moments and she writhed beneath his touch. He hadn't- hadn't even penetrated her yet and she was already caught in a frenzied whirl of desire and lust a-aaaaaaAND HE ENTERED HER!
Gods above and gods above! She- she hadn't- Oh gods! Gods gods gods, he was good, so good, so veryvery good! She needed him. Needed more. Him. Now. More. Need!
As he slipped his finger out of her, Pyrrha would have protested, but her mind knew that it was only going away to be replaced by something more. But they both froze for a moment, the both of them transfixed in each others' eyes. They were both breathing heavily, adrenaline coursing through their veins, realizing the step they were about to cross together. It felt like the moment stretched on to eternity, so lost as they were in each other's eyes and the incredible weightiness of the threshold they were about to cross.
"I've got a condom," Jaune suddenly panted, breaking the silence and bringing Pyrrha to dismay. Yes, she knew it was... the sensible thing to do, but Pyrrha wanted him to take her raw, with no barriers between them. He snatched up the little package from a box under his bed---though, seeing the box had already been opened brought an ugly and unbidden thought to Pyrrha's mind about that thieving cat--- and ripped it open, producing the latex ring that he expertly rolled down the length of his shaft.
Seeing it proud and erect, ready to penetrate her, it made Pyrrha's mouth water. And the thoughts of that other woman made her feel very possessive towards it. Made her feel a lot of things.
But Jaune just gave her one of his warm, beautiful smiles, so pure and precious, as he placed his hands on her naked body and said, "Alright, I... since this is your first time, let's take this nice and slow, and-"
"No," she said with a wild, crazed smile. He'd lit a fire within her, and now the true Pyrrha had been released. The shackles of all her old self had been done away with
"Oh! Well, if you- whoa!"
He was interrupted as Pyrrha pounced. Like a lioness, she slammed him flat on the bed and then hovered over him for only the briefest moment before slamming her hips down, letting him spear her in a siiiIIIIIINGLE ACTION OH GODS OH GODS OHHHHHH GAAAAAAAAWDS!
Pyrrha screamed as he pierced her, the unexpected, delicious pain of him slaying her in a single stroke, annihilating her virginity and obliterating everything that had come before! It was a scream of primal awakening, the end of an old era and the birth of the new. She was destruction and creation all at once, a goddess of maternity and death as her being was split into perfect division by the stroke of Jaune's lance. Yes, this was living! Yes, she was alive!
Throwing her head back with a howl of victory and hunger and desire, Pyrrha began to roll her hips up and down, feeling the friction inside her as she rejoiced in the sensation of his cock against the inner texture of her vagina. Yes, she'd pleasured herself, explored her body with her fingers, but that was nothing compared to the sensation boiling within her now.
"W-we can take it slow, Pyr, you don't-"
"No!" she cut him off, her voice full of manic desire, "I want- I want it all! I want it all!"
With a slight twist of her hips, her lover moaned, his face scrunched up in pleasure. A look Pyrrha could gaze upon forever.
"Ugh, o-okay, yeah, oh fuck, yeah, yeah, yeah!" he babbled as Pyrrha went back to aggressively rocking on him, milking his dick.
She adored the feeling of him inside her, the perfect intimacy it created for them. Yes, his weapon was wrapped in latex, but by the gods, Pyrrha didn't care if he knocked her up. He would. He would knock her up. This weekend. She'd carry his baby and he would be hers forever and everything would be perfect!
And she'd get to feel it, directly upon her, with no barrier between them. They would become one, forever!
She rode him fiercely, not only with her hips slamming up and down, the meaty smack of her ass against his hips as she pounded him, but also her pussy tightly gripping its glorious, long-awaited cock!
"Yes, yes, yes!" she cried out, "Oh Jaune, oh, Jaune!"
"Ha, oh- oh, gods!" he cried back, "Oh fuck, oh gods!"
Her fingernails were digging into his chest, leaving bright red marks behind them. Jaune winced as she broke skin, and she knew that the sweat glistening on his chest surely made it sting, but neither of them were about to stop! And besides, he had aura.
Jaune looped his arms around her neck and pulled her down for another kiss, the two of them letting their tongues wrestle as Jaune's cock seemed determined to split Pyrrha in half. Pyrrha thrilled to feel her breasts squash against her lover's chest, the sweat making them slippery as her nipples rubbed against him, the schlup, schlup, schlup of his dick pistoning in her pussy sending sparks of pleasure from her clit as her nipples sent bolts of joy in time as they ground against him.
Breaking the kiss to come up for air, Pyrrha had only had time to briefly inhale as Jaune caught a nipple in his mouth, making her moan with uncontrollable passion. Oh, gods! This was so much better than her imagination, and Pyrrha knew that she and Jaune would practice every conceivable position this weekend. Between now and when their roommates got back, she would memorize every bump, every ridge, every vein on his wonderful cock and how it fit into her pussy, her mouth, between her breasts, in every spot she could find a way to place it!
Jaune switched from her right breast to her left, the sudden rush of cool air on her now-exposed nipple made her feel so incredibly sensitive as sweat dripped down her brow. She was used to moments of physical exertion, but sex with Jaune went well past anything she'd ever done before. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, her breathing was becoming ragged, every nerve was firing and every muscle was getting a workout as she writhed atop him, feeling like some great, uncontrollable bonfire had been released from inside her, and she needed to release it before it burned her all up!
The fuse had reached its end. Her lust had reached a full boil. And with a force she scarcely understood, she felt her body release, all her years of longing and loneliness exhaled in a great and powerful scream, a scream loud enough to be heard across Beacon, a scream pronouncing her long awaited victory!
Crumpling forward, she collapsed atop Jaune, unable to speak or move or do anything but pant and whimper, her voice making inarticulable noises, approximations of words as he didn't stop! He kept going, kept using her, making her poor pussy go wild as he continued the rhythm of his thrusts.
It was glorious. Glorious and impossible, her mind breaking under the strain of so much pleasure so that Pyrrha wasn't sure if she was still on top of him or just floating on a cloud of pure satisfaction. But then she was brought back to something like reality as Jaune gasped out, "Oh, gods, yes!" his hips buckled, and then he, too, reached a climax that... that Pyrrha longed to feel flood her womb and fill her with life, but alas, she was denied it.
After a moment, she either rolled off Jaune or was rolled off Jaune, Pyrrha wasn't quite sure. He removed the condom, and Pyrrha had a momentary pout that such lovely, wonderful sperm was being wasted like that, but it was hard to have negative feelings while she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm. He was the perfect man, wasn't he?
"You want me to, ha, get you a drink of water?"
The perfect man.
As he fetched water for her, Pyrrha took a moment to regain her bearings. She had been well-fucked, a word that echoed in her mind, and she wished their room had a mirror she could look into, to see how disheveled and unmade she was. Her hair clung in long strands, glued together with sweat, and her skin felt so hot that she was certain she must be blushing a furious red. Her thighs were wet with something other than sweat, and she only wished she could be feeling her lover's thick, sticky cum sliding out of her...
That thought made Pyrrha lick her lips and rub her thighs together. Yes, that would be wonderful, wouldn't it? Yes, she might have only just had her first real orgasm, but... she could do another, couldn't she? And Jaune... between his aura reserves and his Semblance, he could give her another round. He would give her another round, she thought, cupping her sweat-slicked boobs and knowing that Jaune would surely love to go for another round with the Goddess of Victory.
Maybe this time, he would be on top, or he'd take her from behind, fucking her like a bitch in heat... which, feeling the air on her overheated skin, she most certainly was. There were a hundred combinations possible, and Pyrrha was going to try them all. This weekend. Today. Right now. She had so much to do and she wasn't going to wait to do it!
She would make him forget all about that cat-bitch.
Jaune returned with a glass of water, which Pyrrha swiftly and gratefully downed. The cool water slid down her throat, rejuvenating her as she lowered the glass. Yes, that was all she needed, really. Looking to Jaune with a smoky expression, she spread her legs and began to tease her pussy with her fingers, her meaning obvious.
"A-again?" Jaune asked, surprised.
"I'm still horny," she whined, spreading her pussy between her fingers, showing it off to Jaune. "And I know you've got the stamina to give me another round!"
Jaune groaned, but Pyrrha could see his little soldier twitch, ready for duty. Oh, yes, she'd picked well. She'd seen the potential in Jaune all the way back in the Emerald Forest, and now she was experiencing it firsthand. They'd keep at it, orgasm after blissful orgasm, until one of them gave way. Though, in their current state... Pyrrha really wasn't sure which of them to expect!
"Ren!" Nora yelled, "You've gotta hurry it up!"
But Ren just smiled in response. "Easy Nora," he counseled his excitable partner, "It's not like Pyrrha and Jaune are going to up and disappear if we don't show up in the next minute."
Nora suddenly froze, then spun around in horror. "I wasn't even thinking that! Now I know we have to hurry it up!" and she took off like a shot down the hall.
Chuckling, Ren trudged down the way, carrying their bags. He wondered how long it would take Nora to realize-
"REEEEEEEEN!" he heard her holler, "YOU HAVE THE ROOM KEY!"
Yes, that. Picking up the pace, he jogged to his impatient teammate. After a long holiday weekend working with a refugee support group in Northern Vale, Ren was both quite tired and happy to be home. It had been a good visit, and he loved seeing the look on little kids faces as they got to meet two actual Huntsmen, looking just like he must have when he and Nora were in the same program when they were younger. But it had been a long weekend, and he needed to get a chance to rest.
Staggering up to the door, he fiddled in his pocket for their keycards (Ren held on to both of theirs because 1) they were always together and 2) Nora had a tendency to lose things or use them as improvised missile weapons) as Nora bounced from one foot to another in impatience.
"Reeeeen," she whined, "I haven't seen Pyrrha or Jaune-Jaune in years, what if they don't remember me!"
"It's been five days."
"Ren! I forget things if I don't see them in five days! Ohhhhh, what if we missed something! Something big!"
Pulling the card out of his pocket, he gave Nora a raised eyebrow. "Like what?"
"What if they finally hooked up?"
Ren struggled to stifle his laugh, instead coming out as an undignified snort, but really, what else could he respond with? Ren held Jaune and Pyrrha in incredibly high esteem: they were not only the two closest people to him in the world outside of Nora, something that Ren valued so very deeply, but they were also genuinely two people he very much liked. But... but there was no way, if there entire time at Beacon had been any indication, that those two would ever get together. Ren had seen so many times where it looked like they would finally stop talking past each other only to be, inevitably, disappointed. Pyrrha was too timid. Jaune was too dense. It was their curse.
Besides, Ren was pretty sure Jaune was dating Velvet, or, at least, had a thing for Faunus gir-
Ren's entire thought process halted as Nora burst through the door and the two of them beheld their dorm room... or more specifically, their roommates in this dorm room, and...
Pyrrha was on top of Jaune, both of them completely naked, and both of them looking beyond exhausted. Pyrrha, though, was still going, exhaustedly humping up and down Jaune's... well, Ren wasn't sexually attracted to men, but he could still admire that it was an impressively thick cock he was packing. Good for him. The rest of Jaune, however, was really starting to look a little... desiccated.
Nora, of course, didn't see any problem with what they were stumbling into, so she merely whooped in pure delight. "FINALLY!" she cried, "Oh, Pyrrha, Jaune-Jaune, I'm so happy for you!"
Pyrrha, sweat streaming down her face, turned in dull confusion as she slowly began to realize that someone had now walked in on their lovemaking. She didn't even try to hide her nakedness, which, Ren had to admit, he was struggling to object to.
Jaune, or, at least, Jaune's desiccated body, just mumbled something incoherent.
Not that Nora noticed in the slightest. "I'm so thrilled for you two!" she cried as she pulled the blank-faced Pyrrha into a hug.
From the look of things, they had started having sex after he and Nora left, and they hadn't stopped for even a moment. Ren had to respect that, even though he knew they both needed fluids and rest stat.
He quickly hurried to get some soup and smoothies going, whatever he could to replenish their electrolytes and get fluids back in their systems. But before he left, Ren took one last look at Jaune's drained, harried body as he groaned, and he had to snap a quick salute to his fallen brother. But still... what a way to go!
"Yang! She's getting away."
Yang swore, punching her fist into her palm. She knew that the little bitch wasn't going to stick around once things started turning against her, but between Roman's enforcers and the White Fang, they were giving her the perfect block against her pursuit.
But Ruby was quick to give the order Yang so desperately wanted to hear. "Yang. Go after her, we'll clean up here!"
Yang grinned. Yep, her team had this in hand---her and Neo, though, that was personal. "Jaune!" she barked, "With me!"
Vomit Boy didn't have to be told twice as the two of them tore off to what Yang had prepared for just such a circumstance. Bumblebee, all primed for a chase. With (a very nervous) Jaune clinging to her back, she roared off in pursuit, refusing to let Neo out of her sight or fall for any of her duplications. Turned out that Jaune had an excellent eye for aura manipulations, though he had less of a stomach for high speed pursuit.
But she'd give Vomit Boy some credit to his name. They were able to stay on her tail, following that infuriating pink-and-brown head of hair to a dockside warehouse where Yang crashed through the front doors and dismounted Bumblebee with a leap, in fast pursuit of Neo while Vomit Boy did what he could to avoid a repeat of his nickname.
Neo, though, had an ambush prepared, just as expected. She leapt into Yang's charge with a flurry of blows, her parasol wildly slashing against Yang's defenses.. But all it did was charge Yang's Semblance, until Neo played her trump card: the hits were just a distraction. With a snap, Neo triggered a trap that collapsed the racks of boxes being stored in the warehouse, bashing Yang backwards as Neo prepared to make her escape.
But what Neo didn't know was that Yang had Jaune here for a reason.
He'd caught up just in time to touch her arm and she felt the glow inside her. It was an incredible sensation, his Semblance, something unlike anything Yang had ever felt before in her life. Not only did the pain of the blows go away, her body felt invincible as she practically pulsed with aura. She felt like she could leap into the air and start flying, any number of impossible things felt easily doable, and kicking this multicolored bitch's ass? Oh, yeah, Yang was ready for it!
It also kind of made her kind of horny, not that Yang'd ever admit to it.
But with the incredible, raw power coursing inside of her overcharged Semblance, Yang shot forward as Neo attempted another series of wicked slashes... which only made her madder. And with Jaune's help, as she got madder...
She was a blonde Juggernaut, smashing right through the warehouse debris and closing the distance. Neo was caught completely off guard, how she seemed so impervious to her blows, how she could move so fast, and how much it hurt as Ember Celica met the aggravating little bitch's jaw. The punch took her off her feet as she flew backwards, hitting the wall with a meaty thump. No illusions, no Semblance trickery, nothing but her ass finally getting rightfully kicked.
Yang crossed her arms smugly as the dizzy thief struggled to get back on her feet. But Jaune was already there, grabbing her arms and holding her in place. And she'd give him some credit: Jaune was stronger than he looked. She wasn't going anywhere. To secure it, he quickly snapped a pair of handcuffs on her, either a sign of Jaune's usual "Be Prepared" ethos or a glance at his kinkier side, if she felt like teasing him.
Ah, but how could she be teasing Jaune when she'd won? She'd been chasing this bitch all over town, and every time, Neo either got the better of her or she ran off before she had a chance to seal the deal! It was so- so- so... so fucking frustrating! Yang was not an even tempered woman, and feeling Jaune's donated aura coursing inside her, she didn't particularly feel inclined to hold back!
"Alright," Jaune said, pulling out his scroll, "I'll contact Ruby to confirm that things are secure on their end, and then I'll notify the police to send someone to-"
"No," she shook her head, "Turning her into the police, it's... it's not enough, Jaune! She humiliated us, so," and she turned towards her diminutive foe, "she needs know what it's like to be humiliated."
Jaune cocked an uncertain eye at her. "I think that's a bit far," he said, "She's a criminal, and that means-"
"NO!" she thundered, and Jaune almost toppled backwards. Neo cringed in fear, and Yang thrilled to see it. "You don't get it. She put me through too much shit for me to just walk off after one punch!"
Impressively, Jaune wasn't cowed by her anger. Well, she'd think it was impressive when she wasn't so fucking angry, but he folded his arms across his chest. "Yang, I'm not gonna let you hurt a subdued-"
"Jaune!" she barked, cutting his objection off, "Spank the little bitch."
Jaune's eyes went wide. "Wh- what? Yang, you can't be serious! That's- that's ludicrous!"
"Do it," she growled.
Jaune knew when not to question Yang when she was this mad. Not when the flames were rising. Soon, the little bitch would learn that lesson, too. Hesitantly, he picked her up---shit, even for her it was a surprise to remember how strong Jaune was---and placed her over his knee as he gingerly lifted her skirt up. He was being too gentle, in Yang's opinion, so she seized Neo's striped cotton panties and yanked them down, exposing the creamy globes of her ass to them.
Jaune raised up his hand... and gave her a quick slap, only barely enough to make her cheeks jiggle. Like, hardly any noise in it, just a limp and unimpressive showing all around.
Yang gave him an unimpressed look. Jaune blushed. "I mean," he said, "we've made our point, she's our prisoner, it's not like-"
"HARDER!" she barked.
Raising his hand back up, Jaune brought it down hard on Neo's fat rump. The SMACK of his hand and the red print it left behind electrified Yang as she saw her rival humiliated and punished.
"AGAIN!"
It was music to her ears. The sound of Jaune's hand cracking against her flesh, the sight of her body jiggling from the blow, it sent the flames inside Yang soaring as she soaked in her victory. Yang circled to see the look on the arrogant bitch's face as-
No. No, no, no, this was all wrong! This was her humiliation! Neo wasn't- wasn't supposed to be enjoying this! She was literally drooling, her smile obvious, as Jaune brought another mighty SMACK down upon her making her gasp. She was getting off on this! Yang gave a savage growl that made Jaune stop and Neo pout. Wrong move.
"Alright, you little bitch," Yang snarled, "So you like getting spanked, huh? Well, I've got something to really teach you who kicked your ass!"
For once, she wished she had a combat skirt like Weiss's as Yang dropped her pants and exposed her pussy to the thief's heterochromatic gaze. Jaune was about to open his mouth as she grabbed Neo's hair and shoved her haughty face into its proper place, but she cut him off.
"Keep spanking her, Jaune! We gotta teach her a lesson about messing with us!"
Jaune's eyes were wide, but he complied, and soon, his rhythmic spankings provided the perfect percussion for the vocals Yang was giving from Neo's oral service. Gods, she was good! Fuck, she hadn't let her tongue get lazy just because she didn't- oh!- d-didn't talk!
Not that Yang was going to give her any credit. "Yeah, that's what you get!" she cried, "Lick my pussy, eat me out! By the time we're done with you, you're gonna wish we took you to the police!"
Neo sucked her clit and tongued her pussy, and did everything she could to get Yang off as she ate her out with a fantastic zeal. It was incredible, ever slap of Jaune's hand driving Neo's tongue deeper in, and the best part of it all was grinding the bitch's face into her pussy, reminding her who was- who was...
Fuck! She was enjoying this! That slut! That little- slut! How dare she enjoy her punishment!
Yang yanked Neo's head up, the girl pouting to be taken away from her debasement as Yang pulled her up to her feet. She'd teach her- teach her a lesson she wouldn't forget about who was- who was winning!
"JAUNE!" she yelled, a wild heat in her eyes as she tore Neo's shirt open, "Tell me what you think of these pancakes!"
"Yang, I-"
"Grope them, Jaune!" she barked, "This nasty little slut's been getting off on your touch all night, you might as well get something for it!"
Jaune hesitantly reached up, palming her unimpressive handfuls and beginning to massage her chest. Fuck, he- he seemed to be quite... quite good at it, from the look on Neo's face. Did he- did Jaune like Neo's tits? That couldn't be possible, what kind of boy liked a girl with no-
But then Yang remembered Jaune's infatuation with the Weiss Sheet. And she realized this attempt to humiliate and demean her rival had only ended with Neo gazing upon Jaune with rapturous adoration as he paid attention to her! She- she had to fix this! Jaune just didn't know better, but Yang could teach him!
She flipped around the little slut, so that both Neo and Jaune were looking at her. Just as it should be. Then, in a fluid motion, Yang pulled her own shirt open, ripping her bra apart in her haste as she showed off her much more impressive set of sweater puppies to Neo and Jaune. Jaune's eyes went wide in surprise, but he didn't look away. He stared, slack jawed, as he drank in the sight of Beacon's best bust. She smirked as she grabbed at them, tugging a nipple with her right hand as she cupped and squeezed with her left: Neo hadn't gotten Jaune's attention like Yang had now.
"Yeah," she panted at her rival, "You see these? These are tits, real tits, the kind that make boys like Jaune happier than your little drips every could!" Her words, coupled with aggressively fondling herself, was just making her feel so hot. Her pussy was wet, her face flushed with need, and- and- and that bitch was still the one getting all Jaune's attention!
With a growl, she closed in on the drooling slut that was enjoying Jaune's touch, as though she even remotely measured up enough to deserve it!
"Yang, I think-"
"Not now, Jaune! Keep groping her!" she hissed, rubbing her tits against Neo's face, enveloping her in her cleavage, teaching her a lesson about who was in charge here! "Yeah, kiss my titties," she groaned, "Ugh, yeah, you love my fucking tits, don't you? You horny little bitch, not so tough now that we've started... started..."
An evil, wicked idea swirled in Yang's mind. A dirty, perverse idea, a dangerous idea. But an idea for something that would prove, for once and for all, that Neo was just a stupid little skank who didn't fucking hold a candle to Yang!
"Jaune!" she barked, then her eyes narrowed. "Fuck her."
His eyes went wide, words utterly failed him as he gawked in disbelief. But Yang knew, Yang knew, that she had found the way to finally and totally best Neo and ensure that everyone knew that she was the winner here!
"Once she's, ungh, once you've fucked her," Yang said, a maniacal giggle entering her voice, "She's gonna learn that she lost tonight, that I am better than her!"
"That- that doesn't make any sense?"
"Oh?" she asked, her eyes blazing red for sure, but this time, with a wild, domineering joy! "Because after you've fucked Ms. No-Tits," she grinned, wide and toothy, "I'm going to fuck you, and that little bitch'll learn who's the real woman!"
Jaune opened his mouth, but wisely shut it as Yang began shredding every scrap of clothing from Neo and her own body. They- they had to be compared, and once Jaune showed this thieving cunt that he enjoyed Yang so much more than he enjoyed her itty-bitties, Neo would have to accept that she was being humiliated!
Yang snapped the handcuffs off Neo's wrists. She didn't want her to be able to pretend there was any unfair interference in their contest. While she was doing that, Jaune was releasing his own restraints, finally revealing his dick to them both and Yang was pleased to note that he was standing fully erect. Surely the product of her own nakedness and promise to fuck, and nothing from a girl who had to rely on her little-miss-innocent act.
With silent glee, Neo sprang forward and leapt into Jaune's arms, acrobatically plunging onto Jaune's cock almost as soon as it was presented, rudely denying Yang her opportunity to admire it, but Yang would allow a little misbehavior. It was exciting, so exciting, to watch Neo get her just desserts. After so many failures, Yang had finally foiled her plans, and now she was facing the long, hard cock of the law, courtesy of Jaune's meaty shaft. He bounced his helpless prisoner on it, Neo clearly learning her lesson about who was in charge as she thrashed in dismay as she finally faced her comeuppance.
There were two fingers in Yang's slit before she even realized what was going on, her left hand pinching her nipple as she watched Jaune screw Neo standing up. And it was Yang's right to do so---after everything this slut put her through, Yang had every right to enjoy watching her writhe as they turned the tables on her. No escape plan now, no bullshit Semblance to help her escape! No, Neo was facing justice, and Yang couldn't imagine anything hotter!
Jaune gripped her butt, still showing the red prints of his furious spanking, bouncing Neo up and down on his pole. She couldn't cry out, but if she could, Yang knew exactly what she'd be saying: "Oh no, Mr. Arc! I was so stupid to think I could fight you and Ms. Xiao Long! The two of you are just so much stronger and sexier than a pathetic slut like me! I barely even have tits and I thought I could make Ms. Xiao Long feel inferior! I deserve to be punished like the whore I am!"
And just as the Neo in her mind was fully denouncing how stupid she was, Yang was given the magnificent sight of her face scrunching up, a look of rapturous amazement coming to her face as she opened her mouth in a silent scream! She came, and came, and came, as Yang slammed her fingers deep into her own pussy, delighted by how amazing it was to finally win!
Well... she hadn't won yet.
Now that that unpleasantness was out of the way... Yang spread her legs and exposed her very wet pussy with two fingers. "Jaune..." she said with a lusty trill, "Now's your chance to sample a real woman..."
He gently laid down Neo on the warehouse floor, drooling like an idiot as she flopped on the ground. Ha, she looked pathetic! But the look in his eyes suggested total disbelief, which made sense to Yang: for the guy's at Beacon, the promise of banging the Yang was just distant, impossible fantasy. She was, quite literally, a dream come true, and she was eager to reward Jaune for how helpful he'd been in disciplining this notorious criminal. From the look on Neo's face, utterly devoid of thought, she had clearly learned an important lesson in... in... in respecting them!
Yang moaned as she felt Jaune's dick, even as mighty as it was, slipped right into her drooling pussy. "Fuuuuuuuuck," he moaned, "This- this is insane..."
"Yes," she murmured, caught up in the sensation of his dick went all the way into her, "Yes... insane, should have- should have done this sooner, fuck!"
Jaune was now rhythmically moving in and out, slowly building up speed like a steam locomotive, her pussy weeping with joy to feel so full, to have so much amazing friction! Her only regret was that Neo was still too out of it, unable to appreciate the sight of a stud like Jaune fucking a better woman than her!
"Puh-Play with my, ugh, with my titties, Jaune!" she begged, "Squeeze 'em and, oh, oh, oh yes, like that, like thaaaaaaat!"
Jaune groped and played with her marvelous mounds, sending bolts of pleasure all through her body as he fucked her. Yang threw her head back and cried out in joyful ecstasy, knowing that, with her golden locks framing her face and her pussy clamping down tight on his dick and his hands sinking into her generous titflesh, Jaune absolutely knew that Yang was the best fuck he would have this night. Best fuck ever, and she'd make sure he didn't ever think twice about that, even if she just had to keep fucking this amazing dick!
But then Neo, that arrogant, uppity bitch, had the gall to plop her pussy right on Yang's face. That- that bitch! Yang's fury rose to new heights as Jaune kept slamming into her pussy. She wasn't about to give up here, though---if this worthless streetwalker thought Yang would just roll over and give up, she was real fucking wrong!
She plunged her tongue into Neo's pussy, exploring her folds, making her squirm and shake on top of her, refusing to lose her composure even as Jaune fucked her senseless. She wasn't going to lose here, not again, not ever again, because Neo- Neo had lost! She'd lost and Yang had won and she would prove it as many times as this stupid slut would need! Even if it took sucking on her clit and furiously eating her pussy until her thighs started to quake and her body started to tense and she could feel Jaune's cock do the same as Yang's entire body could feel every neuron frazzle and spark as the powder keg of her body was-
LIT!
TO!
BLOW!
With a shriek directly into Neo's pussy, Yang came, and was answered with a shower from both of her lovers. Neo came on her face, shamefully drenching Yang in pussy juices in her humiliating defeat as Jaune released, flooding her pussy with his sticky, creamy cum. Neo- Neo hadn't... hadn't gotten any cum... Yang's eyes rolled, her body twitched, sensation grew strange as her mind-shattering orgasm left her an utter mess.
She'd won...
Yang rolled over on the floor, seeing Neo beside her, also in a post orgasmic haze. But unlike Neo, Yang had Jaune's cum oozing from her pussy. His thick, warm, amazing cum, Yang's incontestable proof that she was better... better than Neo. It was making her feel so warm and so sexy that she just had to let her little slut know all about it.
"I- I'm..." she croaked to the equally exhausted woman beside her, "I'm winning."
There were a lot of things Neo hadn't expected that night. She hadn't expected that Blondie, Ms. "Brute Force Is All You Need," would have an ace up her sleeve, or that her boytoy had some secret tricks with his Semblance. Hell, she wasn't expecting she could be beaten so easily.
She also hadn't expected to discover she had a submissive streak a mile wide.
Fortunately, her captors hadn't turned her into the police. Instead, they had offered her a deal: if she was on her "best behavior" (and Neo knew what that meant), they'd let her go. And if she happened to... bump into them, say a few times a week? Well, they certainly could pick up where they left off!
Had to make sure she was keeping on the straight and narrow, she supposed.
Which was why that, right now, Neo had her lips wrapped around Jaune's cock while Blondie spanked her ass savagely with a crop. Gods, Yang was even crazier than she was, to the point where Roman didn't even question the nature of their relationship. What choice did Neo have but to swear her loyalty to a jealous psycho-bitch who got off on humiliating her?
But she had to focus on the here and now, because her beloved blonde bitch-queen was quite demanding with her.
"If you can't do better than this, you're not going to get anal, so step it up!"
"Oh, uhn, Yang!" Jaune gasped, "Her lips are- oh fuck-"
"Not nearly doing a good enough job for my boyfriend, so if she doesn't want to see me get mad, she better start trying!"
Fuck, it was hot being so fucking dominated by Yang. As she gave Jaune a toe-curling blowjob using every ounce of skill and determination she had to tease and entice his shaft before hurling her face forward and taking him all the way down, she savored his desperate, overwhelmed moans, leading to a sudden twitch and jerk that signalled the arrival of her first reward of the night
A dazed Jaune slumped backwards in his chair as Neo grinned at Yang before making a theatrical show of swallowing his load.
"Did you swallow it all?" Yang growled, "Mouth open, you little whore!"
Neo opened her mouth only for Yang to catch her off guard, inspecting her mouth not with her eyes, but her tongue. Her searing kiss was so forceful, so dominant, that Neo couldn't help but moan in pleasure as she submitted to her Mistress's rough handling.
But Yang was going to be denied: Neo had swallowed every last drop of her treat, and Yang was going to get only the slightest taste of Jaune's salty cream. As she pulled away, Neo could see both the disappointment on her face and the clear evidence that their sudden kiss had helped rouse Jaune's cock for another fun round of two crazy bitches trying to milk every last drop from his balls.
Neo gave Blondie a look of teasing smugness, the satisfaction of knowing that she'd once again carried out her Mistress's orders to the letter and had gotten the better of the deal.
Her 100% unmissable cue that she wanted Yang to go all out on her.
Stretching her arms out, Ruby yawned as she roused herself from sleep. It clung to her, her bed toasty warm and her blankets so snuggly, but she knew she had to wake up and go downstairs because it was Christmas morning!
Tossing herself from bed, she slipped her feet into her fuzzy slippers and made her way down, eager to... to...
Even though it was Christmas morning, one of Ruby's favorite days of the year, she felt a little twinge of sadness that... became a much bigger twinge. It was Christmas morning, and yet, she was spending it alone.
Blake and Weiss were, of course, enjoying Christmas in Atlas, with the not-even-one-year-old Nicholas experiencing Christmas for the very first time. Yang had made plans to visit Ruby in Vale to spend Christmas with her little sis, but an emergency in Vacuo meant they needed all available Huntsmen, and Ruby knew that duty came first, for all of them. She knew she'd call them, see who Yang's girlfriend of the month was, wish them a merry Christmas and thank them for the gifts she had from them all, wrapped under the tree, but it still felt... distant.
In all of their adventures, Ruby had come to find RWBY as her second family, and now... now they were all off on their own lives, building their own relationships and while Ruby was so thrilled for them... it was hard not to feel lonely.
Maybe she would call Jaune and Pyrrha and... no, she couldn't do that. She knew that they'd be delighted to have her join them for Christmas, but she just... couldn't be there. Seeing how happy they were in their home together---she loved them, they were her friends, their wedding had been one of the happiest days of her life, but... Ruby didn't need a reminder that they already had everything they needed to be happy.
Nobody was surprised that Jaune and Pyrrha had ended up together.
Nobody would be surprised that Ruby had fallen in love with Pyrrha. Everyone was in love with Pyrrha. Weiss, Blake, and Yang had all been various degrees of quietly jealous of Jaune's luck to score a girl as kind, as lovely, as beautiful as Pyrrha was, and Ruby, of course, was no exception. Watching Pyrrha in the Mistralian Regionals was the first time Ruby had realized a girl could be cute. Meeting her had only made it worse.
Nobody would be surprised that Ruby had fallen in love with Jaune. He was her closest friend, her confidant for all her doubts and the guy she hung out with and her socially-awkward buddy... who had some surprisingly less than socially awkward traits when he put himself out there. The time he'd danced with her, just as a friend, of course, had quite literally swept Ruby off her feet and put her head over heels for him.
And nobody could change the simple fact that Pyrrha and Jaune had each other, were happy with each other, and Ruby... would be spending Christmas alone.
Stepping down the stairs, Ruby tried to shake away her doldrums. After all, it was still Christmas, and she was Ruby Rose! Hero of Remnant! She'd overcome worse odds and come out ahead. Finding that special someone wouldn't be any different, just so long as she-
Jaune and Pyrrha.
There.
In her living room.
Beneath the tree.
Wearing nothing but ribbons.
Such- such small ribbons... barely- barely covering anything...
Ruby froze in utter shock. It was- it was impossible! This- she pinched herself, then pinched herself again, trying to understand what could possibly be happening or if she'd just finally snapped from loneliness, and- wait a minute.
There was one thing that could take priority over even this sight for Ruby and that was cookies. Specifically, the absence of cookies, on a plate left on the table, next to an empty glass that had once been full of milk. The presents she'd left out for Santa as she had done every year---gone! And in their place, a note.
Ruby scampered over, snatching up the paper and reading it:
Ho, ho, ho!
Merry Christmas Ruby Rose! After so many years of good deeds and saving the world, as well as sharing your cookies with me every year (I know how hard that can be!), it was impossible to deny you were at the top of my Nice List. And by so much, I felt I had to make a creative use of some Christmas magic to ensure you had the presents you might not have asked me for, but surely deserve! All you have to do is unwrap your gifts, and they're all yours!
Yours in the Holiday Spirit!
Kris
Slowly raising her eyes from the paper, Ruby realized that this wasn't just a cute, seductive gimmick. Through the whole thing, Pyrrha and Jaune had stared ahead, blank, cheerful smiles on their faces, eyes unfocused. They were... they were... Christmas magic was real, and Ruby was about to...
Hesitantly, she stepped forward, advancing on the entranced couple. No response. She waved her hand in front of Pyrrha's face, but she kept staring forward, a pleasant smile on her face. Ruby glanced downward, seeing her breasts almost entirely exposed to her, only her nipples covered by a red ribbon, tied in a bow... a bow so easy to untie... and then her eyes glanced to Jaune, whose bow was lower and...
Ruby jerked back, mentally scolding herself for letting her eyes run over her friends'---her married friends'---bodies so... so lewdly, but she couldn't help herself! She'd been lusting over the both of them since Beacon, catching glimpses of them together and imagining the two of them, naked and entwined, Pyrrha gasping for air as Jaune plunged into her sopping wet-
She needed to calm down!
Or...
Did she?
They were... her gift. And she'd done so much to save the world, several times over, and even Santa felt she deserved this. And who was a higher arbiter of morality than Santa Claus? And besides...
She really wanted this.
With trembling hands, Ruby gripped the bottom of both ribbons and pulled on the ribbons, untying the bows, revealing their glorious contents to Ruby's sight, and... causing both of them to lose the blank expression as they looked on her. And smiled.
"Merry Christmas, Ruby," Pyrrha purred, sensuously.
Jaune grinned, "We thought of the perfect gift for you."
"Showering you in love all Christmas," Pyrrha finished.
Ruby just eeped, unable to really process that the twin loves of her life were now rising up from their kneeling position, the two of them towering over her 5'4" frame like they always did, but the warm, loving way they were looking down on her... and the fact that they were naked was completely and wholly different than any other time Ruby had encountered them before!
Cursing that she was wearing a Sanctum shirt and her comfy pajama bottoms, Ruby just stumbled backwards as Pyrrha and Jaune approached her. But they didn't judge her for her awkwardness. No, they just... smiled, like she'd done the cutest thing. She just- she wanted them to like her so badly and now they did and- whoa!
Pyrrha had moved quicker than Ruby knew to expect, being the absolutely unstoppable champion she was, and now she had her arms around Ruby. Ruby had her head angled up to look into Pyrrha's green eyes, her gorgeous green eyes, and then she felt Jaune's arms wrap around her waist and Ruby knew she was really in it now!
"Merry Christmas," Pyrrha said as she bent down and kissed Ruby right on the lips!
She swooned, falling back... falling further into Jaune's arms as Pyrrha gave her a long, loving kiss. It was... it was... it was breathtaking, Ruby's mouth hung open in a moan as Pyrrha pulled her lips from Ruby's, a thin strand of saliva hanging down, connecting their lips until it broke.
Which was Jaune's cue to turn Ruby's head and give her his own kiss.
Ruby knew they were magnificent kissers. She'd seen, not just in her jealous, needy fantasies, but in real life, Jaune and Pyrrha sneaking away from the group, looking so enamored with one another as they kissed. And now she knew why---she couldn't imagine a more perfect pair, between Pyrrha's soft lips and Jaune's gentle firmness, the two of them making a perfect contrast that built together into an incredible whole.
She was sandwiched between the people she loved most in the world as they showered her with attention.
"Mistletoe," Jaune noted, idly, causing Ruby to look up and see that they were, indeed, under the green leaves that Ruby had hung up for decor. Never once imagining that she might actually use it for its intended purpose!
"But Jaune, we've already given her a kiss!" Pyrrha teased, "Now we have to give Ruby something extra special for catching her under the mistletoe!"
"I love the way you think, darling," Jaune replied, to Ruby's confusion.
"Wha-what are you- WHOA!"
Jaune had reached down and pulled up Ruby's shirt over her head, exposing her bare breasts and nipples, now very hard points, to the air. And to Pyrrha's amorous attention, the redheaded warrior swooping down in an instant to shower Ruby's chest with kisses.
"You just have, mwah," Pyrrha said, kissing her chest, "the cutest tits."
"I-" Ruby gasped, unable to accept that Pyrrha, literal goddess Pyrrha, was complimenting her! "I don't think-"
"Mmmm," Jaune whispered into her ear, "I'm jealous that she's the one who gets to enjoy your chest right now."
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH
Ruby was not equipped for this at all! But as her wobbly knees gave out, she just sank into Jaune's arms. Pyrrha was kissing her boobs and Jaune was kissing her ears and Ruby's face was so hot and she just couldn't handle it!
"Oh?" Pyrrha asked, her voice the most musical giggle Ruby had ever heard, "Are we teasing you too much, Ruby?"
Jaune gave her a squeeze that made Ruby just melt. "We can take this at your pace, Rubes."
Gods. They were... Gods. The God and Goddess of Love and Perfection and Ruby was unworthy to be caught between them. "I don't-" she whispered, her voice a high whine, "I don't deserve this, you guys are..." her voice fell, "you're perfect, and I'm... me."
Her lovers exchanged a quick glance, then pulled Ruby into a tight hug, the both of them nuzzling their bodies against hers.
"We've always loved you, Ruby," Jaune said with an honesty that made Ruby's heart ache. "You've always been a part of our lives and so important to us. We both think our lives aren't really complete until we have you in it."
"All of you," Pyrrha added, sweetly.
"You... you really think that?" Ruby asked.
Pyrrha laughed, "Of course we do!"
"Since Beacon," Jaune said, "We just... never knew how to tell you."
And Ruby, blushing furiously, finally accepted what they were saying. And with that acceptance... she kissed Jaune, feeling his lips against hers, at once electrifying her with possibility and knocking her right off her feet in passion! Since when could- since when could people kiss like that!
But Jaune could kiss like that. Of course he could kiss like that he was- YIPE!
In her daze, Ruby had been so preoccupied with the kiss that her universe effectively went no further than Jaune's lips... leaving her wholly unaware for the teasing minx who was as infatuated with Ruby as Ruby was with her. Pyrrha pulled Ruby down to the couch and, in an artful motion, stripped Ruby's pajamas and panties off with a single motion. Pyrrha smoldered with sexuality, the end result of her epic transformation from the polite, reserved first year too shy to ask Jaune to the dance to the conquering Huntress, inflaming Ruby's desire even as she was her rival in love.
Pyrrha had Ruby's legs spread wide, putting her pussy on display for Jaune. Causing her to blush like crazy, knowing how wet she was. But at the same time, with Pyrrha's cheek nuzzling hers, with Jaune's eyes roaming over her naked body, Ruby felt more aroused than she had ever felt before. A hunger had been awoken, and with it, came acceptance of her gift and a resolute desire to have the two people she had longed for for so long. The two people who were now setting upon her naked body.
Ruby squeaked as she saw Jaune, and Jaune's erection, draw closer to her. It wasn't in fright or dismay, just... just that she'd never had sex before, and the imminent reality of what was about to happen... it was a lot to take in.
But Jaune, her sweet, kind, noble Jaune just gave her one of those looks he'd been giving her for as long as she'd known him. The "You can do it, Ruby!" looks, the "I believe in you!" looks, the "Even if you doubt yourself, I never will" looks... the kind that told her this would be fine, that she could do this... and how badly she wanted him.
She gave him a nod, and Jaune moved upon her and- and- and she felt his- his cock s-slide into her and- and- oh! Oh! OH! He was- was parting her! Just so- so gracefully entered her and made her feel so goooooooood!
Ruby moaned as Jaune's dick slowly shrank away, inch by inch disappearing into her, the feeling... so much better than her fingers! She felt so full and then- oh, and then he started- started moving! Back and forth, he rocked, his dick just uhhhhnnnnn... Her eyes rolled as she felt his speed increase, the gentle push replaced with mighty thrusts as Jaune set about really stuffing Ruby's stocking!
And Pyrrha was making it worse! "Mmmm..." she whispered as she nibbled on Ruby's ears, "you still look like a sexy schoolgirl Jaune and I have seduced into our bed... corrupting an innocent little girl..."
Barring the part where this had all been made possible by Christmas magic, that... was kind of accurate? Ruby had never experienced anything like this before, and even her dirtiest fantasies had nothing on the way Jaune and Pyrrha were- were ravishing her! To punctuate that point, Pyrrha reached up to grab Ruby's breasts, just small handfuls compared to Pyrrha's much more impressive endowment, and started playing with them.
"Such cute tits," she giggled as she groped and squeezed them, pinching Ruby's nipples and rolling them between her thumb and finger. "I'm always telling Jaune when we're in bed to pretend that you're with us... to imagine you naked, seeing your breasts exposed, your nipples hard for him... but they're so much better than I ever imagined. "
Ruby didn't- didn't know if Pyrrha was telling the truth or just playing with her, but the thought of Jaune and Pyrrha in their bed, talking- talking about her, about how sexy she was was making Ruby's thoughts go wild, and the physical pleasure she was bathed in was making it worse!
"It's true," Jaune said, looking Ruby in the eyes, a hungry smile on your face, "Gods, you look so- so- Agh! I just want to take you so bad!"
With that, he slammed into her, making Ruby's eyes go wide and her mouth turn into a perfect O as he went from making love to her to properly screwing her right into Pyrrha! Between the emotional highs and the sheer force of their coitus, Ruby was left all out of sorts---made even worse as Jaune had bent down to kiss her- kiss her tits! He grazed a nipple with his teeth and then started to suck on it.
She was already too sensitive, but as she thrashed in the throes of ecstasy, she just felt all the soft, pliant flesh around her, from Pyrrha's soft curves behind her to Jaune's hard muscles. As Jaune relieved her of her virginity, Pyrrha's skillful ministrations enhanced her sensitivity until Ruby just couldn't take it anymore!
With a cathartic scream, Ruby exploded, the incredible, impossible nature of everything that was happening to her coming to a tremendous climax that battered apart any sense of rationality. She surrendered to it, her senses washed away in the bliss as she felt everything around her seem so much brighter, so much more lovely...
Like Jaune's eyes, those beautiful blue eyes, gazing back into hers, her love mirrored in them. Or Pyrrha's lips, so perfectly soft as they kissed her, so wicked as they whispered into her ear. This... this was paradise. She would never believe that she had gotten so high up on the Nice List to deserve this, but... whether or not she deserved it wasn't what mattered. What mattered is what she had... and what she wanted.
"More..." she whispered, "I want... more..."
Her paramores looked to each other with lascivious grins, then nodded.
"I've got a very special present for you," Pyrrha told the bleary-eyed Ruby, "Only people in this room have ever enjoyed it."
Pushing Ruby down lengthwise on her couch, Pyrrha scooted up, dangling her glistening pussy right above Ruby's eyes... and then dropping it. Sitting on Ruby's face, Pyrrha giggled as she rocked back and forth, inviting Ruby's tongue to take a tentative lick. Pyrrha jiggled invitingly, the tang of her juices hot on Ruby's tongue, driving her to start licking, kissing, suckling, eating her out with a lusty zeal.
And as Pyrrha was presenting her pussy for Ruby's enjoyment, her husband was plowing Ruby, absolutely hammering her relentlessly as she gasped, moaned, and twisted beneath his wife's butt. They- they were using her, like a toy, like a- a marital aid! And Ruby loved it!
She felt his balls slap against her, big meaty slaps as Ruby imagined what was churning inside them. She was- she was going to make them cum. She was going to make both of her lovers cum and show them the delights that Ruby could bring to their bed. She could
"Fuck! She's so tight," Jaune groaned as he fucked her.
"She's so talented!" Pyrrha agreed, "Oh, Jaune, can we keep her? Please, please, please? I promise I was such a good girl this year!"
"G-gods!" Jaune gasped, ""Yes, oh fuck, yes, we are- we are so doing this again, f-fucking always, I- oh- I- uhnnnn!"
Ruby felt him tense up, the delightful sign of her pussy's imminent success!
With Jaune's orgasm so close, Ruby threw herself into the task of getting Pyrrha off as well, aggressively working her clitoris as hard as she could, seeing what techniques made Pyrrha's thighs clench and then pushing those buttons! She didn't have much time, not much time at all before-
She heard Jaune moan in pleasure as she felt him release inside her, a flood of warmth surging through her, her pussy clenching protectively, keeping Jaune's sticky warmth all for her as she slammed her tongue into Pyrrha's snatch and set her off! Pyrrha's climax was much more explosive than Jaune's was, with a joyful shriek of "Oh RUBY!" she soaked Ruby's face with her juices, running from her mouth and down her cheeks as Pyrrha got off.
Dazed, aroused, and very, very satisfied, Ruby relaxed on the couch as her lovers disentangled from her. She felt Jaune's gooey cum leak from her freshly-fucked pussy. It felt good, felt dirty, felt like proof of what they had just done... together.
Jaune and Pyrrha looked down at her, their faces a mix of pride in how thoroughly fucked they'd left her, but also a deep and genuine affection, a look that told Ruby she could just relax. They'd take care of her today, and then... then they'd take care of each other. For the rest of their lives together. What a wonderful Christmas gift, what a wonderful Christmas...
Her lovers had helped take her to the bedroom, where they laid her into her bed and then crawled in with her. Jaune to her left and Pyrrha to her right, the two of them snuggling her close. She would- there were so many things Ruby was going to do this Christmas with her new menage a trois. But... but for now, she really just wanted to cuddle with them and have a nice Christmas nap.
"Merry Christmas," she murmured to her two loves.
Jaune kissed her forehead. "Merry Christmas," he said.
Pyrrha kissed her cheek. "And here's to many more."
Curling up back with Jaune and Pyrrha, Ruby had a feeling that there would be many, many more happy Christmases with her loves... and that she would, for sure, splurge on cookies for Santa next year.
It was the collar, Pyrrha concluded, the collar that was the tipping point.
All the rest of it, she could bear. The dates, the doting looks, even the whispered sweet nothings that were each a dagger in her heart she could have endured!
But looking at Weiss Schnee, perfect, princessy Weiss Schnee who was rich and beautiful and smart and accomplished and cultured and could have any boy she wanted... but of all the things she had, it was the collar she had around her neck that made Pyrrha absolutely livid.
Rough and leather, obviously for a dog, and impossible to ignore with how obviously out of place it was on her! She- she was Weiss! Her combat skirt alone probably cost more than most people's entire wardrobes! Why was she wearing a- But the way she'd rest her fingers on it and just... sigh with pleasure, with an undeniable sense of pride that really burned Pyrrha.
It wasn't the collar by itself. It was really just the straw that broke the camel's back. A back that had been bearing the weight of this for a long time.
Pyrrha had thought she was crazy at first, that there was no way Jaune and Weiss could possibly be carrying out a secret relationship. That she was just paranoid and irrational because her plans weren't working out how she hoped. Just reading too much into noticing how Weiss had started being nicer to Jaune. That there was no reason to read too much into it. That it was just a reminder that she had to make her own move. And then...
Blake had been the one to catch them. Why she was following them, she'd never explained, but she'd caught them in the act, going to a certain club that they probably ought not to have been at, but once caught, they were quick to confess: they'd been carrying out a relationship in secret. And not just a normal relationship.
No, Weiss had been all too happy to describe it to all of them. She had an intense BDSM kink, likely, in Pyrrha's opinion, the product of her deeply repressed childhood, and when Jaune had finally had enough of her mockery and belittling and demanded she explain what her issue with him was she had apparently realized... she liked this side of Jaune.
And it appeared that that was what Jaune was looking for as well.
Pyrrha could have torn her hair out over that. She had always thought that it was her ace in the hole---what man could turn down a beautiful, adoring girl, but even more so, a beautiful girl that was a closet submissive who craved to do absolutely anything asked of her? She had been counting on Jaune discovering that Weiss was a boring, bossy priss and, when he tired of being told what to do, taking her chance to swoop in and offer Jaune a relationship where he was in charge. Of everything.
But Weiss... It just enraged her! It wasn't fair! Weiss was the one proudly wearing the sign of his ownership of her body, was the one submissively waiting for his permission before she took her seat at the table, was the one who snuck off with Jaune every fucking day, sometimes more than once! When it- it should- it should have-
WHEN IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN HER!
The pencil snapped in her hand, the wood and graphite splintering as her anger surged. Frustrating, but she'd been getting used to her temper getting the better of her and she'd had the good fortune to be on a team with Ren, who carried spare everything to anticipate Nora-related damages.
"Hey, Ren, could I-"
"Nora's already cleaned me out," he replied impassively.
Hell. On top of everything else, now she really had to get her homework finished and-
"Pet," Pyrrha winced at the sound of Jaune giving instructions to his precious Weiss, "Give Pyrrha your pencil."
"Yes, sir, right away, sir," she said, giving a gentle bow before handing Pyrrha the pencil she was using.
And, of course, as she passed the pencil over, it gave Pyrrha an excellent view of Weiss's new-found cleavage---Jaune had instructed her to wear push-up bras and to "show off her goods"---and that damnable collar. The metal name tag glinting in the light, taunting Pyrrha that she was Jaune's pet, that she was the one who would be rewarded for her good behavior, and that she was the one with a plug in her butt and a vibrator shoved up her pussy right now.
She didn't know about that last part, of course, but if Weiss was apparently getting to enjoy all of Pyrrha's fantasies, she might as well not assume that it was happening just because she couldn't see it. She could just imagine it, Jaune ordering Weiss to raise her combat skirt (a much shorter one, now---Jaune had given her a lot of instruction on her wardrobe) and show her Master that she had been wearing her toys all day.
Imagining the discomfort, the humiliation that Weiss was surely experiencing... it brought a surge of jealousy to her heart. And, worse, that jealousy soon began to curdle inside her. Pyrrha hated Weiss. She'd always disliked her, but now that dislike turned to furious anger, the girl who had everything she ever wanted, and got everything Pyrrha ever wanted as well.
Ironic for how everything that happened between her and Jaune, but Pyrrha was a woman of action. And now that it wasn't a relationship issue, now that it wasn't a simple rivalry over a boy, she had a very clear idea of what she could do to show her displeasure. And unlike with Jaune, she was more than willing to express these feelings. She just needed to be a little patient, and then she could make her move.
Taking a moment to wipe the sweat from her brow, Weiss caught sight of her hand.
She couldn't believe how- how dirty her hands had gotten! Her nails were chipped and her hands were so grimy and disgusting, and it just turned her on so much!
Master had found a very creative way to remind her how utterly he controlled her by ordering her to spend the day acting just like Ruby. Which meant dressing like her, eating like her (so much sugar!), playing video games, goofing off instead of studying, laughing at Yang's awful puns, and right now, maintaining Crescent Rose's complicated and intricate machinery.
All the oil and dirt and gunk on her hands and her clothes--- a part of her was screaming to see this done to her, but that just made it so much hotter, knowing that she would never have done anything like this unless Master had ordered her to do it.
And another part of her was so grateful for it. For an entire day, she had to tell that little voice in her head, the voice of her father, insisting that she do everything perfectly, to shut up. It didn't matter that she was supposed to spend every meal fretting about calories and her figure, to spend every moment of her day thinking about class rank. Master had ordered her to spend a day like Ruby, and that meant that Weiss had to just spend a day with no thought but having fun.
He really was the sweetest Master. And, she reminded herself, with a naughty giggle, a very cruel Master, too! She knew he was looking for an excuse to punish her with the new plug he'd just had her buy---it was very big, and very painful looking, and she couldn't wait to feel Master force it into her!
Weiss had known she was a secret submissive for years, knowing that her inner attitude never lined up with her father's lectures on what it meant to be a "Schnee." A Schnee was always in charge. A Schnee was always successful. A Schnee never showed weakness. Winter, even though she had left the family behind, was an exceptional Schnee. But Weiss wasn't like that.
There was a funny irony that her father's secret command, the one that dominated so much of her life: for all he said about being a Schnee, what he truly wanted from his daughter was for her to be little more than an ornament. A pretty songbird to trot out to seem important and cultured and respected. And Weiss thrilled to be that now... for a different man. Master was so different from father, it was impossible to even think of them in comparison. Master loved her---even when he was punishing her, especially when he was punishing her, Weiss knew that the two of them were very much in love. She adored him, and he loved her back, and she was so glad that he liked using her as his pet as much as she enjoyed getting spanked, made to obey his every command, and taking toys up her butt!
She was so glad they were together. Lucky, too. She never would have thought she could be in a relationship with Jaune Arc, much less be his personal pet! She was so fortunate he'd decided to take the initiative, to put her in her place...
"What do you want, Arc," Weiss tersely addressed the boy as he walked up to her.
"I d-didn't want any-"
"Oh that's a lie!" she snapped. "Do you think I don't see exactly what's going on here? You and me, alone? There's exactly-"
"What is your problem with me?" Jaune shot back, his voice suddenly more forceful than Weiss had ever heard him before, the sort of force that knocked Weiss off her rhythm. "I am literally just walking past you---with no plans to do anything to you---and you still have to treat me like my presence is an insult to you!"
And... she couldn't deny it. She liked it. Her heart beat faster, her mouth grew dry, and between her legs... she'd never been treated like this by a man!
And she wanted more.
"I... I'm sorry Jaune," she said, her cheeks suddenly warm and flush as she apologized to him, admiring how strong and manly he was, and how small and girlish she felt before him. "I... f-forgot my place..."
She fluttered her eyelashes and gasped, not expecting how pleasurable it would be to be so submissive towards him!
And Jaune seemed to catch on. "Wait... are you... Weiss, are you-"
"Yes," she moaned as she grabbed Jaune and pulled him into a side room. "T-talk to me like that. Tell me I'm wrong. Be forceful. Put me in my place!"
And Jaune... smiled, and Weiss's heart sang.
"Alright, you stupid slut," she gasped in pleasure as he roughly forced her onto the desk and forced up her skirt. "Let's see how you're dressed."
Weiss was deeply embarrassed by her blue polka-dot panties, rather than wearing something more appropriate for a slutty, teasing bitch like herself/
"You have such a sexy ass, and this is what you're wearing for your Master?" He grabbed her panties by the waistline. "From now on, you dress how I tell you. No more of this cotton shit, it's all lace and thongs and things you wear to excite me."
"Y-yes, Master!" she agreed. She loved his commands, and couldn't wait to change her whole wardrobe to something more suitable for the Weiss she now realized she was.
But Master proved himself to be an amazing Owner as he grabbed the waistline and pulled it up, the fabric pulling deep into her crack as Weiss moaned from the pleasant friction it made on her soaked pussy and ass cheeks.
"Though this is a good half measure... but I still think you need a lesson here."
She did! She needed to be taught a-
She squealed from the blow, nearly cumming just from having her Master's strong hand spank her like the dirty whore she was!
Again! It was paradise! It was perfect!
"H-harder!" she squeaked, "S-spank me harder!"
And he did not hesitate to comply.
That memory never failed to make her feel warm and squishy. She couldn't wait to get back to Master and to make all new memories of her submission beneath him. Especially because she knew Master was as excited to use her new plug as she was! And with Crescent Rose all fixed up, Ruby and her were done in the workshop, and she could head back to the JNPR dorm where Master was sure to interrogate her for any slip ups she might have made, and... she tingled at the thought of how she'd get punished!
Excusing herself from Ruby in the hallway (and her leader had been quite thrilled with their relationship, especially because Jaune made Weiss do humiliating things like "spend a day doing whatever Ruby wants you to do"), she took a quick moment to check herself in her pocket mirror.
She looked a mess.
Her hair was all out of place, her clothes were smeared with dirt and grime, and Ruby's version of "exercise" (mostly just hyper and directionless running around) had worked up quite a sweat! She didn't look like a perfect, pristine princess---she looked like her Master's dirty little pet.
Ohhh! He'd be so happy to see-
Weiss had entered the JNPR room, using the spare key Master had given her, only to find that Master wasn't in the room, waiting for her. It was Pyrrha.
And she didn't look happy.
"Not who you were expecting?"
Weiss was clearly startled to see her, and what made Pyrrha particularly angry was that she could just tell that Weiss was clearly excited to meet up with Jaune right now. And if Pyrrha hadn't gotten Nora to distract him, he would have been here. And then this slutty little princess would be all over him...
"Pyrrha..." her voice was curt, but a hint of nervousness cutting through. Pyrrha could feel her wrath burning in her eyes; she could only imagine what she looked like. "I- I'm looking for Master, if you've seen-"
"You bitch!" Pyrrha exploded and Weiss cringed backwards in startled alarm, "Do you have any idea how long I've been there for him? Training him, helping him, listening to him when you shot him down? Every time you stomped on his heart until, what, you changed your mind? You didn't think you'd taken enough from me?"
"Pyrrha, what are you talking-"
"SHUT UP!" Pyrrha roared, and the words died in Weiss's throat. "Just shut up!"
Pyrrha decided she was done talking. Or, at least, done talking to a Weiss who could talk back. Activating her Semblance, the cables she'd left in the room quickly snaked around Weiss, jerking the surprised girl up off her feet and leaving her suspended in midair. So the little slut liked being disciplined? Pyrrha could show her a damn good time, then!
The little harlot squealed in fear, which sent a sensual thrill down to Pyrrha's core. "P-Pyrrha!" she begged, "What are you- mmf!"
Pyrrha thrust a gag into Weiss's mouth to shut her up. Finally.
"What am I doing?" she snarled, "Can't you guess? I may not be your Master," that word came with a terrible, jealous sneer, "but a bitch in heat like you should be able to figure out what's coming next!"
She gave Weiss a hearty slap across her rump, her far-too-short skirt easily flipped up to reveal her whorish, lacy panties. The thought of Weiss modeling them for Jaune's approval, or worse, if he'd presented them to her, ordering her to wear the humiliating garment---the rage and jealousy already burning in Pyrrha's core was stoked to new heights at the thought of Weiss getting the experience Pyrrha could only dream of.
Those expensive, slutty clothes, the ones that Jaune picked out for her, shredded easily before Pyrrha's fury, leaving the little bitch naked and exposed. Weiss squealed into her gag, but Pyrrha could see how wet she was. How much this was turning her on. "You slut!" she sneered as she roughly thrust her fingers into Weiss's dripping pussy, "You're enjoying this!"
Weiss moaned a muffled protest, not that Pyrrha cared. She relentlessly forced herself deeper into Weiss's pussy, her heartbeat racing from the wanton noises Weiss was making and her anger rising that she wasn't the one tied up, submitting to Jaune as her Master. Weiss had taken everything she'd ever wanted in life, without even thinking, and she hated her for it. Hated her so much that she wanted the little bitch to suffer.
And she had something ready for that. With her Semblance, she summoned to her hand the cane she had bought for just this occasion. Years of training had taught her to stifle her anger before making a strike---she wanted precision above all.
The first blow came down right across her backside, leaving a lovely red slash against her snow white cheeks. "You stole Jaune!" she thundered, lashing Weiss's buttocks again and again, "You're a naughty little whore who stole the man I loved! And I'm going to make you pay for it! You deserve this! You deserve all of this! Don't even pretend you don't!"
Precision and control gave way as all her fury spilled out, and soon, she was mercilessly caning the girl, her heart boiling in fury, watching Weiss's tears pour down her face, leaving her makeup running and making her look even more like a desperate whore. At that sight, Pyrrha's anger finally relented. She took a few deep breaths to try to center herself, and then looked to her bound slut.
"What do you have to say to that, you little cunt?" Pyrrha snarled as she ripped the gag from Weiss's mouth.
But Weiss... did not say anything she expected.
"Oh, yes, mommy!" she gasped out, "Fuck your little girl like the little whore she is! Make me a good slut for daddy! So the two of you can treat me like the stupid little cunt of a daughter I am!"
Pyrrha's mouth hung open in shocked surprise. She'd expected pleading, desperation, possibly even defiance, if Weiss was tougher than Pyrrha was giving her credit, but she hadn't expected... this.
Weiss squirmed in her bonds. "Please, mommy," she pleaded, "Fuck me! I wanna be a good girl for daddy, I wanna be your good little girl! Fuck my pussy and my ass until I learn to be a proper, submissive little slut!"
"N-no..." she moaned, "You weren't- you weren't supposed to-" She didn't know what Weiss was supposed to do. To be hurt, to feel as bad as Pyrrha did, something like that. Not this, that's for sure.
"But you waaaaant it!" Weiss whined, "Punish me for being such a dirty slut, for trying to steal daddy's love! You're so much better than me, and I'm just your subby little toy!"
"But I want to be Jaune's subby little toy!"
The outburst was so sudden, Pyrrha hadn't realized she'd even said it until she heard Weiss give a happy little giggle.
"I- oh, Pyrrha!" she laughed happily, "I never thought you would be into... but you can Pyrrha! We can serve Master together! He'd love a pair of super-sexy pets!"
"What? What do you-"
"What guy wouldn't! You're a babe, Pyrrha! I've been dying to-"
"You would share... you would share Jaune?"
"If Master ordered me to eat your pussy or watch while he fucked you, I wouldn't hesitate to obey, but Pyrrha... I kind of..." she blushed, "had a huge crush on you? And this was super hot, so having you and Master fucking me..."
Pyrrha couldn't believe it. She reeled from the thought. Could- could she even... but picturing Jaune at the breakfast table, flanked by the two of them dressed as his sluts, wearing matching collars, waiting for his command before they took their seat, before they could do anything. All the envious stares, both for their Master, and some girls feeling obvious envy for them, and then, at night... But... could she share Jaune? Had she pined for him for so long only to be his second girlfriend?
But Weiss had no such reservations. "Mmmm," she moaned, "I can already imagine it, when Master's fucking my tight little ass while I eat your pussy---I just know you're really tasty! We're such kinky sluts, Master's going to love putting us in our place!"
An involuntary shudder passed through Pyrrha as she pictured it as well. Yes, she could share Jaune- no, Master, she could... oh, she couldn't wait to be his pet!
As far as Jaune was concerned, he'd died in the Emerald Forest.
Because not terribly long after being flung into the monster-infested woods by a coffee-sipping lunatic, he'd been partnered with a gorgeous celebrity, was admitted to the school of his dreams, was getting personally trained by said celebrity, and, oh yeah, when he raised his voice to the girl he was crushing on, she basically revealed that she happened to share his particular fetish. And soon they were having the kinkiest sex Jaune thought was only for porn, not real life.
Especially when his girlfriend/slave texted his scroll to let him know she had a "surprise" for him.
Jaune didn't know what the surprise would be, but knew that Weiss would knock his socks off. But even with that he hadn't expected it would be his gorgeous celebrity partner naked, and prostrating herself submissively in the middle of his room, his girlfriend perched upon her back like a stool.
"Master," she bowed her head, "If it pleases you, would you consent to allowing another woman to join in serving you?"
Jaune gave himself only a moment to be shocked before he knew he had to take up the role of the dominant, imperious slavemaster. Weiss loved being "put in her place," and if she was able to get Pyrrha to consider it... he couldn't disappoint her now, could he?
"Slave... Position 4," and Weiss neatly snapped into a similar position on all fours. She was good at keeping to her positions, he had to admit. "I think someone deserves a reward... and we have to break in that new toy of yours, don't we..." but Jaune was feeling quite a bit surprised and generous towards his sweet little sub right now, "Unless there's something else my little slave desires?"
Weiss blushed, and Jaune was shocked to see it---what on Remnant could, after everything he'd seen, be too much for her? Weiss nervously rubbed her fingers together, as she asked, "I've always... I just... would you mind if we..." she swallowed, nervously, "can- can- CANICALLYOUDADDY!" she hastily spat out then, mortified, shot her eyes to the ground.
That was a surprise. But Jaune was quick to catch himself "Slave..." he drawled carefully. "You've broken Position 4..." and Weiss's eyes went wide as she immediately attempted to correct her mistake, "I didn't raise you to be so disobedient to your father..."
Weiss gasped. "I- I'm sorry daddy! M-mommy was- I didn't- I- I-"
He looked to Pyrrha. Seems like she was in on this game too. "You've raised such a slutty daughter, haven't you? Not that I'm surprised..."
Pyrrha moaned in wanton desire. "I... yes, Master, I'm sorry that my worthless, slutty genes have tainted our daughter, too."
"Naughty little bitch," Jaune laughed, "No wonder my women are so unruly."
"Mommy was naughty," Weiss accused, "touching daddy's property without permission!"
"Oh?" Jaune turned his gaze to Pyrrha, who cringed in submissive fear, "Do you have something to tell me, slave?"
"I- I- " she stammered, "I was... jealous, and I... I used my Semblance to bind... your property and-"
Jaune crooked an eyebrow at her harshly, and Pyrrha broke into a sob, "I- please, Master! Please, forgive me! I deserve to be punished, and I-"
"Master should make her watch," Weiss suggested impishly, "while daddy fucks his good little girl, and she's not allowed to even touch herself!"
A wicked smile broke across Jaune's face. "Yes... that does sound appropriate, doesn't it? "
Pyrrha cringed in fear, and Jaune had to admit... seeing his perfect partner, The Invincible Girl cower before him was quite the turn on. "Fetch the toybox, pet, I think it's time we taught your mommy an important lesson."
In no time at all, Jaune had Weiss bent over his knees while Pyrrha, kneeling with her wrists tied to her ankles, and wearing a chastity belt on top of that, blinking the tears out of her eyes as she watched Weiss mewl and whimper as he slowly pressed the butt plug into his pet's asshole.
He suspected, from the jealous way she was watching Weiss take the overly-large plug up her butt, that Pyrrha got off on pain, perhaps something to do with her rigorous training regimen? He wasn't sure, but she couldn't get enough of his promises of spankings, anal, and clamps. Weiss, as he'd just discovered, was a total daddy's girl, and especially loved the thought of bringing Pyrrha into the mix as her "mommy." That had been quite the surprise, but, from the beginning, he knew that Weiss's masochistic streak came from her childhood, but he always assumed he'd be better avoiding the obvious connection there. He cared for his pets, after all, and didn't want to poke at anything too emotionally charged.
"Ooo-oh! Yes! Harder daddy! Harder!" Jaune had to chuckle as the girl squirming on his lap was struggling to take the plug, but refusing to show any weakness. "I- I want- I wanna be daddy's good girl! U-use me harder! I can take it!"
Pyrrha gave a soft whine that was all too easy to silence with a look. He rather looked forward to giving her her real punishment... he was thinking nipple clamps and a spanking, and if she liked pain... well, he'd really enjoy fucking that perfect ass he'd spent so much time not staring at. But, as much as he'd enjoy that, it was important to give her her real punishment and remind her that she was his property now, and her pleasure only came at his decision.
But he had to admit... they were good pets, and Weiss's enthusiastic submission never failed to tickle his tender side, and now, he worried, Pyrrha would certainly be making it hard to be as firm and commanding as he ought to be. Ha, well, if that was his worst problem, though, he had a damn lucky life!
With the plug now nicely inserted, he gave Weiss a sudden and unexpected spanking that set her squealing. Ah, yeah, he did enjoy punishing his girls, didn't he?
And she enjoyed it too. Weiss looked over to Pyrrha, taunting, "Look, mommy! Daddy got the big butt plug allllll the way up my tight little ass! Don't you want it, too? To feel how big and snug it is in my asshole?" Then her tone turned to a sneer, "But you're too old and worn out and daddy wants to fuck me now! I'm daddy's favorite!"
Pyrrha sobbed, struggling against her bonds. "Oh?" Jaune asked teasingly, "Is there something you want to say?"
"P-please, Master," she whined, "I- I'm sorry! I'm sorry I got jealous and touched your property! I'm sorry I was a stupid bitch with aspirations above my station! I know I'm just a useless whore-" damn, Pyrrha was getting into this! "-who doesn't deserve Master's love, but please! U-use my worthless body however you want! M-make me eat out our little girl's pussy while you fuck my asshole! Anything you want, I- I'll do it! Please!"
"Well..." Jaune stroked his chin and pretended to consider it, then glanced down to Weiss, "what do you think, Snow Angel?"
Weiss giggled. "Mommy was naughty, but she's sorry now, so... daddy should fuck her butt until she can't sit down! And make her apologize 100 times!"
From the look on Pyrrha's face, this was every fantasy of hers come true, and, while Jaune knew he ought to keep punishing her... he had to admit, he really did want to fuck her. "Alright then," and Pyrrha's eyes lit up in wonder, "I think that sounds like a perfectly fair option. Let's begin your real punishment."
Winter had accomplished so many things in her life. She'd broken away from her father's control, she'd graduated from Atlas Academy, she'd been accepted as a Specialist, and she'd had a truly remarkable and accomplished career. This latest promotion, to Specialist Commander, an indication that she was fast tracked to be made a General, was certainly a big one, but what made it feel so much more special had less to do with the scale of her accomplishments.
No, it had to do with the fact that all of her previous accomplishments had been made on her own. Not that she didn't have help that she was endlessly grateful for, but when it came time to celebrate, Winter was always alone. She lived a lonely life, the kind that inevitably came with a relentless drive for excellence, or... at least she had thought so.
It was when her sister came back into her life, she'd come with her friends (what an incredible contrast between the two of them---Winter had found her time at Atlas to be cold and isolating, the long winter that hardens one's resolve, while Weiss had gone to Beacon and found the springtime, socially blooming, surrounding herself with wonderful people) including one who had a certain... je ne sais quois about him that Winter found intriguing... then interesting... then enchanting... then intoxicating, and before she realized it, she had found a steady boyfriend in Mr. Jaune Arc.
One day, her sister might forgive her for it.
But he made all the difference in her life. Having someone she could share her life with made Winter realize how lonely she was, and Jaune was such a warm and supportive person, the kind that made Winter just drink in his kindness and admiration. Particularly with this promotion and especially with how he wanted to celebrate it!
Oh, yes, they'd done other celebratory things, of course. She'd been applauded by her peers when it was announced, told how everyone knew this was coming to her since she first received her stripes as a Specialist. General Ironwood had personally given her her new rank signifiers in an appropriate ceremony---as spartan as the Atlesian military culture demanded, but with a few personal touches, concessions to everyone's happiness for her. She had gotten dinner with Jaune, popped a bottle of good champagne, but that was just the formal celebration, the stuff that they did for society.
And, admittedly, she did have a good time with it all.
But right now, this was the real celebration.
Winter had forsaken her birthright for many reasons, but the foremost one was that she was never going to be in business management. Even CEO, even Head Bitch In Charge, no matter what title, what authority she was given, she'd never be comfortable in an office chair. She was a warrior, and more so, she was born to be a conqueror. Stepping into the room in long stiletto heels, feeling the tight latex of her "armor," Winter surveyed everything before her exactly like the warrior queen she was, looking at her newly taken lands... and newly taken captives.
Like the one tied spread eagle on the bed, blindfolded, gagged, and stripped naked, his cock presented to her attention.
"Well, well, well," she said, slowly drawing out every syllable, "What do I have here..."
The prisoner tensed as she idly looked to her available tools. A whip, a flog, clamps, paddles, a crop, all sorts of fun things left out for her to play with. A chastity cage, that was new... hmm, though she wasn't feeling that anything should be denied right now, but she'd have fun with it later. What a sweet gift from her boyfriend to use on this miserable captive. She'd have to thank him for indulging her.
But Winter's attention was drawn to a long white feather. This she could have some fun with, taking it up as she looked over to the prisoner, licking her lips as her eyes roamed over his lusciously muscular chest and thick head of blond hair she could just imagine gripping tightly in her hands as she squeezed him between her thighs.
He struggled, weakly, against his bonds, his ears perking up at the sounds of her heels clicking against the floor. Oh, she'd have time for that later, but right now, she had to get a sense of what she was dealing with.
"Control yourself, prisoner," she teased, a musical lilt in her voice. She was having fun with this, though she had learned from Jaune that not everything had to be such a serious affair. And she had earned this, after all.
Not that the prisoner felt the same way, freezing at the sound of her voice. Well, most of him froze.
"Oh? What's this?" she asked, reaching her gloved hand down to gently stroke his engorging penis. "It seems... that someone has a rather disobedient cock."
He made a noise of protest, his voice muffled by the gag in his mouth. Music to her ears as she languidly stroked it, up and down, feeling it swell beneath her touch. Naughty, naughty...
Taking the feather in hand, she let it trace up the underside of his cock, ever so slowly, watching him writhe beneath her touch. He bit down hard on his gag as she continued to tickle him, to play with his arousal, watching his cock stiffen more and more, so clearly yearning for more attention. Cut off from sight, she exploited his sensitivity to touch, her precise ministrations making his cock bigger and bigger, twitching so eagerly as he moaned from her feather touch.
A sudden strike from the crop caught him off guard.
It left a nice red lash across his chest, an impression, a mark of her control of him.
"Naughty boy!" she spat, "Such a disgusting and ungainly cock you have. It needs to be disciplined!"
She ripped off the blindfold, and taking the feather, raised it to his view. She liked to draw things out, to let the prisoner play through what was coming in their imagination... Winter was a competitive woman, and she enjoyed the challenge of showing the prisoner how much worse it would be than they could imagine. Flicking the feather against her hand, she admired the springiness and the softness of the vane. It would make the perfect instrument of her cruelty...
Slowly, lovingly, the very model of restraint, Winter ran the feather once more against his cock. A quite literal feathertouch, a pressure so light as to almost not be touching him at all, but with his cock straining so hard as if to quiver right off of his pelvis, it was, as his face attested to, pure agony. His eyes bulged, staring at the source of his sensation, his treacherous cock begging for more while his mind knew where she was leading him. Again, she ran it up the full length of his cock, tracing the bulge of his veins, the ridge of the glans, masterfully playing with his sensations to drive him mad.
"Good boys control themselves," she whispered, "And when they control themselves, they get rewarded by Mistress, but naughty, disobedient prisoners-"
Then she brought down the crop.
Her strike was as precise as an Atlesian Specialist could be, directly striking right at the base of his shaft and making the prisoner lurch, his bonds straining from his panic as he bellowed through his gag. She laughed, high, loud, and above all, cruel, as she saw his eyes go wide. This was power, raw, seductive power, and Winter drank it in.
Discarding her tools, she mounted him on the table, lowering her pussy to his dick, feeling it twitch against her in desperate need. That only made her smile, knowing how impatient her naughty prisoner was, and how foolish. He was showing to her how badly he needed her pussy, how badly he needed to cum, exposing his vulnerability to her... and she could so easily capitalize on it. She rubbed his swollen, aching head with her pussy lips, so soft and wet and inviting. They would quench his thirst, relieve the pressure, save him from this torment... eventually. For now, Winter was quite content to enjoy his groans and desperate need as she teased him relentlessly.
"You want to cum?" she asked, and enjoyed hearing the prisoner's muffled moans into his gag. She leaned forward with a wicked grin and added, "Do you want to fuck me?"
Another muffled groan, halfway between desire and dismay.
"Oh, it seems I can't hear you," she said with a haughty laugh."All you have to do is ask, prisoner, and I'll give you the release you want."
Again, nothing more than the noise of her prisoner straining against his gag.
Winter laughed more, pulling her pussy away from his straining dick. "Well, if you aren't interested, I can find other ways to take care of myself..." she teased, crawling forward, slowly, deliberately, until she was practically standing on top of his face. Taking a moment to clasp the latch of the gag in her hands, she paused... then snapped it off. "Lick!" she commanded.
And the prisoner obeyed.
Oh! He was always so... talented! But Winter knew not to give him any hint of that. "Come on!" she barked down at him, "Is that the best you can do? Don't just jam your tongue in there, give my clit some attention you worthless maggot!"
She punctuated that remark by squeezing his head between her thighs, grinding her pussy into his face. Ungh, did it ever feel good! Winter leaned forward, a wicked laugh on her lips as she kept using his face to provide the friction she needed, but...
Oh my. Winter cursed inwardly as she realized she was beginning to feel the hint of her climax building. And she couldn't have that, not so soon!
"This is getting nowhere," she spat, removing her pussy from the prisoners mouth. She smirked to see his face, soaked in her juices and gasping for air, but Winter had another target in mind now.
Moving back down, slowly, enjoying the feeling how cool the air felt on her well slicked, and very sensitive thighs, Winter positioned herself back over the prisoner's ever-so-needy dick.
"Don't even think of spilling your filthy cum in me," she warned, "Or I'll make sure you never use your little tool again."
The look in the prisoners eyes told her that her meaning came through.
Readying herself over his throbbing cock, Winter admired how needy and pathetic he looked. Perfect for her needs, in Winter's opinion, as she dropped down on his dick.
And OH it felt good! Already primed from the prisoner's oral, her pussy lit up in pleasure as she rode him. It was fierce and passionate fucking as she jackhammered on his cock, drinking in the terror in his eyes as he struggled not to pop! She planted her palms on his pecs and glared at him, reminding him that she was in charge here.
"Is that the best you can do?" she hissed as she rode him, "Maybe I should rail you with a strapon and teach you how to use this thing!"
She dug her nails into his chest, admiring the purple-red lines left in her wake. She was carving up the map, leaving her mark on her newly claimed territory.
He gasped. "Oh, fuck, Win-"
"Silence, prisoner!" she thundered, digging her fingers in deep, making the worm whimper in her grasp.
Riding up and down, Winter thrilled in her dominance. This dick was her property, a flesh dildo that did as she commanded. Having this power, this total power over a man, the power to break him down into his core components and choose what will serve her and how. This was- this was- this was what she wanted!
With a savage cry, Winter threw her head back and screamed, her climax a roar of pure power and dominion. It was exhilarating, the proof of her total independence---she had no need to be given what she could take. Gazing down on her prisoner, she felt the sweat trail down her forehead and grinned.
She wasn't done yet.
The prisoner, scared into silence, did nothing more than make an unhappy moan as she slowly pulled herself off of him. She made sure to draw it out, to make the sensation last as his poor, needy cock twitched---but the prisoner was a smart enough boy not to risk her real anger. She looked down upon him, dragging out the last few seconds where the tip of his dick was still in her pussy's warm, velvety embrace, and smirked to see how weak and pathetic he looked, struggling so desperately not to cum.
Taking her hand, she warped her gloved fingers around his messy cock, so painfully sensitive and begging for release. She began to stroke him gently, enjoying his moans as she brought him back to her art of pleasurable torment.
"You've been such a good boy," she said, "Such a good, obedient boy..."
Her handjob was driving him mad. She watched him bite down on his lip, struggling to not give in to her arousing grip and gentle ministrations. She offered him a soft smile, as though to reassure him, but with her eyes... Winter's frosty glare, as frigid as her Atlesian namesake, reminded him of his place. He was beneath her, a lowly worm whose dirty cock didn't deserve her touch, but she, the generous Mistress she was, permitted him to enjoy it. But her patience was limited, and she could see the weak little boy in her grasp was succumbing to his filthy urges. She gently took her fingers down to the base...
And squeezed.
"You wanna cum?" she asked, her voice sounding as pleasant and placid as always, her eyes a mocking glare.
"Oh please!" he cried.
Winter smirked. "Then beg."
"Please, oh, please, Mistress, let me cum, let this- let this worthless prisoner cum!"
"Such a filthy boy you are... but..."
Releasing her grip, the prisoner groaned as she jacked him off. It wasn't long at all before his dick jerked and twitched, a jet of milky white cum spurting forth from the tip of his dick and spattering down on his groin, leaving it a sticky mess. It had been so backed up, the pathetic little thing kept jerking, unable to quit cumming until his hips were quite filthy with his seed.
Winter realized that she was panting, breathless from the exertion and the sight of the prisoner so humiliated. Slumping over, she curled around him, giving his soft kisses as she unlatched him from his bonds. Holding her boyfriend in her arms, he was no longer her prisoner, but transformed back into the sweet, supportive man who had put all this together for her, just to celebrate her accomplishments.
"Thank you darling," she said in between kisses, "I loved it."
"Anything for you, Win," he said with an exhausted laugh, "Anything for you..."
Nuzzling her cheek against his strong, broad chest, Winter felt the extraordinary depths of her gratitude to this man. She was... a lot. Not just what she'd just put him through, but Winter hadn't achieved her rank without being an extremely uncompromising woman who had to commit so much of herself, her time, her emotional energy, her everything to her career. And Jaune... Jaune had understood that. Had supported her, had made sacrifices for her career. And he'd definitely, she could still see the long scratchmarks on his chest, made sacrifices for her enjoyment in the bedroom.
Next time, she resolved as she snuggled him closer, she'd give him the crop.
Pyrrha was sitting on the couch, lazily watching TV (a sports show, where the hosts were debating how Pyrrha would fare in the Vacuan Open... trying their best to make it sound like there was a chance it wouldn't be a shutout) when she suddenly felt the familiar sense of a nose poking into her leg.
She smiled and looked down at Blake, who looked up with mischievous eyes.
"Up?" she asked, and Blake leapt up onto her lap, curling up and purring contentedly. Pyrrha idly stroked her hair, going back to watching TV.
A year ago, just the thought of a naked woman lying on her lap would have caused Pyrrha to completely shut down, but now, it had become so routine that she hardly even noticed. One day a week, their apartment had a pet cat. They left out a saucer of milk and a bowl of tuna, pet her, and brushed her hair. And recently, after a furiously blushing Blake asked them to, they'd started putting a tail plug inside her and putting fake paws on her hands. But in spite of that sudden turn, it still wasn't sexual---well, as non-sexual as stuffing a tail plug up your naked friend's butt could be---and was just part of Blake getting into the role.
It was something they had discovered just before graduation. Jaune had unlocked his Semblance, Aura Amp, but had mostly practiced it with the members of his team. Ruby was interested in seeing what her Semblance was like with a boost, but was so thrilled with the results, she insisted that he try it with the rest of his team. Pyrrha had been slightly apprehensive about the way Weiss blushed as she felt Jaune's aura course through her (Pyrrha knew damn well that her boyfriend's Semblance felt wonderful), but there hadn't been any incidents. Weiss's glyphs were enhanced, Yang was practically impervious to damage, and Blake... had declined. She was in one of her moody periods after her break up with Sun and so she wasn't interested in practicing.
But Pyrrha, Nora, and Yang had taken her out for a night on the town and after they'd cheered her up, they'd gotten her to agree to try it out, just for Ruby's sake. So the next day, Jaune, Ruby, and Pyrrha met with Blake in one of the training rooms, Jaune fired up his Semblance, and...
Blake dropped to all fours and meowed happily, nuzzling her cheek against Jaune's leg.
For a while, there was just panic and uncertainty, then Ruby had the idea to race off to get the Headmaster, which Pyrrha had thought was a terrible idea, until he showed up and actually was useful.
Arguably for the first time since Pyrrha had gotten to Beacon.
He deduced that Jaune's Semblance amplified her aura, but the aura was an extension of the soul, a person's essential nature, and, as a Faunus, Blake had essential elements of a cat within her that became amplified by Jaune's power. All they had to do was wait for the Semblance to wear off, keep Blake from licking her arms and legs too much, and then explain to her (exceedingly red faced) what had happened.
What Pyrrha had not expected was for Blake to quietly ask her if she would mind if she... asked Jaune to use his Semblance on her again? And a while after they did that, she asked if she could do it again. And then again. And soon, Blake no longer had to ask permission.. Until she was asking if Jaune and Pyrrha would mind if (and she blushed redder than Ruby's hood at this!) she... wasn't wearing any clothes while under his Semblance. And they'd agreed. And that was their arrangement.
Through it all, Blake had one rule---they were not in a relationship. Jaune and Pyrrha were the ones who were dating, Jaune and Pyrrha were the ones getting a place together, Blake was purely doing this for stress relief, and even if kitty Blake really liked rubbing her naked body against Jaune, that didn't mean anything about regular Blake or her feelings for anyone.
And Pyrrha had... actually gotten used to it. Kitty Blake was a fixture of their lives once a week (or more if she was really stressed) who Pyrrha had come to accept as a distinct figure from Friend Blake. And right now she was running her hand up and down her back, enjoying the quiet mewls and soft purrs she received as Blake made herself comfortable on her lap.
Or... at least, she tried to make herself comfortable. Usually, Blake just wanted to be somewhere warm where she could be pet (Jaune's lap was her #1 choice, but she didn't mind Pyrrha's, especially on lazy days like this), but today, it seemed that she just couldn't get comfortable.
"Come on, Blakey," Pyrrha sighed, "You caaaaaaaan't..." her voice went high as she felt Blake rub... part of herself against Pyrrha's knee, and that's when Pyrrha realized that she was very, very wet.
And that she kept trying to rub herself against Pyrrha's knee.
"Ummm... Blake?" Pyrrha asked, only receiving a content mewl in response as Blake meowed and rubbed herself against her. Maidens, she was wet! Was she in-
Was she in...
Was... she... in... heat?
Pyrrha realized that Ozpin's explanation said Blake was just experiencing the feeling of having an amplified cat nature, and something like a heat cycle would be in line with what was described. And that meant...
"JAUNE!" she hollered as she tried to hold Blake away from masturbating on her, the girl squirming against her grip, "YOU NEED TO GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!"
It was only a moment before Jaune burst in, and his jaw dropped as his brain shut down at the sight that was awaiting him.
"I... wha..."
"I think Blake's in heat! Help me... stop her from, ugh, literally humping my leg!"
"Oh, uh, yeah- okay!" her less than articulate boyfriend said as he darted to her side to help pull Blake away, the cat---well, the girl--- yowling and hissing all the while. Fortunately, her fluffy paw gloves had no claws to scratch with, but that didn't stop her from trying.
"No!" Jaune commanded, forcefully, "Bad!"
For all the good it did trying to tell a cat to do anything.
"Can you snap her out of it?" she asked.
Jaune shook his head. "Not until my aura burns out of her, and since she doesn't use much aura when she's... a cat, I've basically dosed her for the rest of the day, so..."
Pyrrha groaned. How in the hell was she supposed to explain this to Blake when she came to? Could she not explain it? She'd kept her feelings for Jaune bottled up for over a year until Nora decided that she wasn't going to let her best friend's obsession turn into stalking or just exploding, so she tied the both of them up while they were sleeping and made Pyrrha admit that she was in love with him... and Jaune admitted he had feelings for her as well.
But that wasn't like... this. Pyrrha knew she wouldn't be able to hide her embarrassment when Blake came back to, got dressed, and asked how it went. Even if she could keep from blurting it out, she'd certainly blush. And if she didn't blush, Blake was nothing like Jaune: she didn't miss much. It wouldn't work. She'd know. Maybe not exactly what happened, but she'd know that something happened. And that'd be enough to make Pyrrha just die of embarrassment.
What was making it even worse was the way Jaune was trying to calm down the struggling Blake. He was being gentle, even loving, but his grip was firm, and... Pyrrha just wanted to see him slip up. To have Blake get loose, to have her, moaning and writhing, on her husband like a cat and heat. And if Jaune turned that strength on her, reminding Blake that she was his pet, and...
Pyrrha was starting to realize that her face was growing hot as she was picturing things... she really shouldn't be picturing.
"She's not calming down," Jaune admitted, snapping Pyrrha back to reality, "And I can't just hold her in place for a couple more hours, so..."
"So... what?"
Jaune blushed. "Should we just... leave her in the bedroom and let her take care of herself?"
Now Pyrrha's face felt really hot. But something, some perverse spirit within her, compelled some words out of a part of her she didn't know existed, coming out in barely a squeak: "Do we... is that the only way we could help her?"
Looking at her without comprehension, Jaune cocked his head to the side. "What do you mean?"
Ohhhhhh, this was a mistake. This was a mistake.
But one she was making anyways.
"I mean... if we were to..." she swallowed, not believing she was about to suggest this to her boyfriend, "'help her out,' you know, she'd probably... not make as much a mess of things..."
Jaune's jaw dropped, and in his momentary lapse of focus, Blake broke free from his grip, and, with a sultry purr, pressed her breasts into his face and wiggled her hips against what was surely a hardon. A big one, Pyrrha knew. A big, meaty cock that could be pushed into Blake's wet slit and make their kitty meow like a-
And she was back to thinking things she really should not think.
"...Okay."
Okay? What did he mean by-
OKAY?
"Jaune, are you-"
"Yeah," Jaune nodded, his voice half a groan as Blake kept rubbing him, "We'll just... finger her until she... calms down..."
Trying not to swoon, Pyrrha scooted down the couch to where her boyfriend was now facing their pet's amorous assault, but as she got closer, Blake suddenly hissed at her, making Pyrrha reel back.
"No!" Jaune said, his sudden forcefulness making even Blake stop rubbing him. "Bad kitty! You do not hiss at Pyrrha! No!"
Blake, knowing she was in trouble, whined, but Jaune stood firm. "Pyrrha," he said, still focusing a disapproving gaze at their misbehaving kitty, "Could you come over here?"
She approached again, and Blake moved to hiss, but she seemed to realize that it would only get her in more trouble.
"Good girl, Blake, good girl," he said, stroking her back, making Blake whimper with need at his touch. "Pyrrha? Give our good girl a reward..."
Turning her around on his lap, he spread Blake's legs and Pyrrha got the unexpectedly mouthwatering sight of her good friend's slit, spread open, revealed, and soaking wet. She carefully moved a hand towards her, stroking her pudenda, then allowing a finger to slip in. Blake purred in pleasure as her finger went deep inside her, sliding down the ridges of her vaginal walls, her thumb rubbing her clit. She realized Jaune was groping and kneading her breasts, which might not technically fit the details of what they were supposed to be doing, but it was just so damn hot!
The couple mercilessly set into their pet, letting her gasp and whine as they played with her needy body, making her hips buck against Pyrrha's hands, her neck under attack from Jaune's kisses. They were training her, Pyrrha realized, training her to be their good girl, their good kitty, their pet. She was helpless in their grasp, her mind assaulted by primal, animalistic instincts that made her uncontrollably horny and desperately needing their touch... and if they were lucky, if Pyrrha's fantasies could come true, soon their Blakey would realize that she needed more than just fingers...
With a sudden yowl, Blake interrupted Pyrrha's thoughts before they could get to the good parts, soaking her hand as she came. Pyrrha kept fingering her, knowing that she could be made to feel even better, but Jaune stopped her. With a pout, she withdrew her hand from Blake's snatch and let Jaune, tenderly, lay her down on the couch.
He covered her in a blanket, but almost as soon as the fabric touched her, Blake suddenly sat up.
"Huh... did I... I feel..."
Pyrrha knew she'd turned beet red. So did Jaune.
"I feel... good..." she said with a sigh that sent shivers down her body and made Pyrrha breathe a sigh of relief. "Wow, that was... that was a good session! What all happened?"
They glanced at each other, trying to think of what the hell they could say.
"Oh, um," Jaune chose to be the one struggling to find explanation, "So, things didn't, uh, go how they, um, usually go?"
"Oh?" she asked, her eyes still a little bleary and unfocused.
Pyrrha stepped in for her mortified boyfriend. "Blake, we... um," why did she do that, why did she do that? "We think you, uh, went into your, uh... well, you know how Jaune's Semblance strengthens your animal side as a Faunus, well..."
"You went into heat!" Jaune blurted out, tactlessly.
Though, Pyrrha had to admit, she was very glad it was him instead of her who said it.
Blake turned bright red, the three of them just staring at each other in mortified silence.
Finally, Blake whispered, "Did you guys..."
"Yeah..." Pyrrha admitted in a throaty voice, "We did."
"Umm... did you..." she quietly gestured towards Jaune's crotch.
"No!" Pyrrha shot out, "We just, um... fingered you..."
Her voice grew weaker with every word, partially because of how embarrassing it was to say it, but also because Blake had made a very distracting revelation.
Namely, that she seemed disappointed by Pyrrha's answer.
Not waiting for Jaune to ruin her chance, Pyrrha knew she had to speak up. "Do you... do you mind if-"
"Pyrrha!" Jaune cried, but she wasn't about to be stopped.
"-if you're in heat, do you want us to take care of you?"
Blake bit her lip... then nodded. "If- if that's, um, okay with-"
"It is." Pyrrha said, her voice as much a challenge as a statement.
There was a momentary silence. Then Jaune just laughed.
"You know," he said, flashing both of them a roguish grin, "every part of my life's been insane since I first went to Beacon. This really only makes sense."
They all had a laugh at that, but Pyrrha certainly didn't miss the small, secretive, and above all else, relieved smile that crossed Blake's face.
"Yeah, ugh, yeah, that's it..." Pyrrha panted, three fingers in her sopping pussy, drinking in the sight before her. "Fuck your kitty. She's so wet for you, she needs you so bad!"
Jaune just kept dutifully screwing their Blakey, now with a collar and nametag proclaiming that fact alongside her catspaw gloves, into the mattress. He was taking her from behind, and Blake was making rough squeaks and tender mewls as her face was pushed into their bedsheets, a trickle of drool forming a small wet spot next to her mouth.
She'd been so full of fire when Jaune had first amplified her aura---and her wild side---this session, but, as always, Jaune's cock proved to be too much for her little kitty mind to handle. By the third orgasm, she'd gone from thrashing about the bedroom, yowling and pouncing, to an overwhelmed mess... but Pyrrha wasn't going to let her take a breather.
And besides, Pyrrha was really horny now, too.
Crawling onto the bed, she spread her legs before Blake with a smirk. "Oh, Blakey~" she said with a sing-song voice, "Don't you want a treat? Some pussy for our pussy?"
She sniffed Pyrrha's slit suspiciously, then took a tentative, dutiful lick... which ignited a sudden, unexpected desire in Pyrrha that drove her to grab Blake by the hair and press her face into Pyrrha's crotch. The startled cat could hardly struggle against her, just lapping away at her folds as Pyrrha enjoyed the momentum of her boyfriend manly thrusts course through their kitty and bump her against Pyrrha's thighs.
"Mmmmm, gods Jaune, I am so glad we got a cat!" she giggled.
"She's such a good pet," he moaned, obviously close to release.
"Don't hold back!" she teased, "Our sweet little kitten's earned her reward!"
It seemed her words were enough to push him over the edge.
"Nnnnnggaaaah!" Jaune gasped as he released into her, making Blake's tongue spasm wildly as she came as well, this last orgasm being enough to turn her cross-eyed. The exhausted cat slumping to the bed, completely worn out.
An effect they'd discovered was that the vigorous sex of a Huntsman and a Huntress did actually use up a good amount of aura, like any other form of physical exertion, just that the aura was usually replenished by the burst of positivity that came with intercourse. So the amount of Jaune's aura Blake used up to spend a full day lounging around in sunbeams and eating tuna could be burnt up in a vigorous pounding from her boyfriend's cock. And so, the effects of Jaune's Semblance usually lifted not too long after a few climaxes.
As Blake came to, she blinked for a moment as she realized where she was... then she sighed in contentment, rubbing her thighs together and hearing the squish of Jaune's cum dripping out of her.
"Mmmm..." she sighed, "You two are the bessssssst."
"Anytime," Pyrrha said with a smirk.
"But we're not-" she took a moment to catch her breath, "but we're not in a relationship. This is, hah, strictly a stress relief thing. Until my heat cycle, hah, wraps up."
Pyrrha and Jaune both were quick to reassure her that they didn't expect anything more, but to be blunt... Pyrrha suspected that Blake wasn't really in heat. Heat cycles didn't last this long in cats. So it was probably a different part of the soul Jaune's Semblance was amplifying, and Blake was just really fucking horny.
But still, Pyrrha was very much enjoying having their horny little pet once a week (though usually more) to play with, so she wasn't going to try to spoil the fun. If Blake wanted to pretend that this wasn't really a booty call, Pyrrha was happy to let her have that.
After she recovered, Jaune offered her a glass of water, which she took, and Pyrrha asked if she'd like to stay the night, which she also accepted... though she declined Pyrrha's offer that she join them in the Master Bedroom.
"Like I said," she replied with a raised eyebrow, "this isn't a relationship, so don't treat me any differently than you would any of your other friends when I'm not... you know."
"Well, your loss," Pyrrha replied, "because Jaune's an excellent cuddler, and kitty Blake loves his cuddles..."
Jaune blushed at that, but even more so, Pyrrha caught the tiny, pinkish hue that crossed Blake's cheeks as she looked away from Pyrrha's eyes and mumbled something about needing a shower.
As she left the room, Pyrrha realized that she was still a little frisky from their session. She had hoped to be able to get Blake to cross the line from being their kitty Blake pet and being their full-time sex kitten, but there was something else she was excited to try out. Something in a box in her closet that Jaune hadn't seen just yet.
"Um... honey," Pyrrha dangled the fox ears and tail in her hand, "You know, seeing how Blake gets, I was wondering..."
Jaune blinked at her in incomprehension. "But my Semblance doesn't affect humans like... ohhhhhhhh."
Then he smiled and Pyrrha felt a surge of excitement course through her!
"Velvet, what's our status with the Lavender-"
"Already figured it out!" Velvet said as she passed Blake a manilla folder with her talking points and notes for the interview. Blake flipped through it, then smiled to her assistant as she saw how complete the report was.
"Wow... that's pretty much all I need---excellent work, Velvet, we're ahead of schedule!"
Velvet smiled. Blake was quick to praise and if working for a Faunus Rights organization wasn't reward enough, having Blake for a boss certainly made things so much better!
"And your ten o'clock's been canceled, so you've got an hour free," she told her boss cheerfully.
Blake gave her a raised eye, "I get the feeling someone's trying to butter me up for something..."
Velvet just laughed. "Can't your favorite personal assistant just want to make sure her boss is in a good mood? I like to think that I'm good at my job," she added with a smirk.
"Fair, fair," Blake smiled back, "So, are we looking for girltalk, then? Want to brag about how things are going with Coco and your new poly relationship?"
Giggling, Velvet blushed, but her ears stood tall with secret pride. "It's been a lot of fun," she admitted, "And thank you for introducing us to Ilia, she's wonderful. And it's good to have another Faunus to have my back when Coco gets teasing."
"Anytime," Blake smiled.
But now, it was time for Velvet to reveal that Blake was right: she did have an ulterior motive. Because as much as she liked Blake and liked working for Blake, something had definitely changed in the past month, and Velvet was dying to find out. Especially if it was a guy---Ilia was fun and all, but she clearly still carried a torch for Blake and Velvet wouldn't mind helping the two of them find love.
"I have to say, Blake..." she started, cautiously, "you really seem to be in a good mood recently---what's got you all positive and upbeat?"
Blake bit her lip, then gave Velvet a conspiratorial look. "Well..." she began, "you have to keep this a secret, but... you remember Jaune Arc, from Beacon? Well, his Semblance has an interesting effect..."
A sniper needed a steady hand and a good eye, everybody got that, but when it came to needing a keen mind as well... people didn't think of that part as much. It wasn't enough to hit your targets dead-on from 1500 meters, but you had to pick the right target and the right moment to make your shot. A sniper had to know everything about the ever-shifting battlefield and hold in their mind's eye what was going on all around them in order to line up the perfect shot that closed it all out.
May Zedong, though, was an exceptional sniper. The kind that knew there was a lot more to sniping than spotting the target through your sights and pulling the trigger. She knew that as much of her job was finding her placement, scouting out the territory... and finding weaknesses to exploit. Whether against the Grimm or against rival teams. The rest of Team BRNZ were... admittedly, a bit more... meatheaded than May had hoped she'd wind up with when she came to Shade, but she'd come to love her lunks, even if she had to do a bit more indirect shepherding than she ever thought she would.
For instance, right now, May was doing the intel work that would lead to them successfully crushing the competition in the Vytal. Finding cracks in the armor, finding out favored strategies, finding out what tricks to expect... May was good at sniffing them out and relaying them to the boys. Their opponents never knew what hit them.
This was the skill that made Team BRNZ, admittedly, not the best team to hail from Shade, into a potent Dark Horse. With May on the team, she could find the strategies that other teams would never expect from a meathead like Brawnz Ni.
But she was also good at taking action on certain weaknesses... some that only she was in place to capitalize on. Take Pyrrha Nikos. The Invincible Girl, the one to beat, the one the betting odds said "don't even try."
May saw that and saw a challenge.
On the surface, yes, she did seem to live up to her name. May had seen her tape---who in Remnant didn't know who Pyrrha Nikos was?---and from what she was seeing at Beacon, she was just as dominant as she appeared. Honestly, a little scary to watch her fight in person; May saw why people were so dang afraid of approaching her, and why her reputation emphasized that she was, really, Invincible.
But now that May was at Beacon, meeting all her competitors in person, Pyrrha's vulnerabilities were actually pretty easy to spot--- once you stopped looking at what mattered in a battle. It was her social skills: she was exceptional with polite conversation and being a role model, but she had absolutely no skill at actually socializing with people. No wonder she clung to her partner so closely---he was likely her first real friend!
And that was where May saw opportunity.
Jaune Arc was more than just Pyrrha's team leader. Oh, May picked up that she had a crush, but everyone picked up on that. What she saw in tall, blond, and scraggly... anyone's guess, but May saw something deeper. A girl like Pyrrha, and May had met girls in her style before, was not normal. She didn't grow up normal and she wasn't allowed to be normal, not when she could take on an entire team of Huntsmen, not even slouches, by herself. Between the need to live up to expectations pushing her to unreasonable demands and the army of false friends and real ones being too intimidated by her reputation... she was crushingly lonely. And so she clung to the lifeline that was her team leader.
A lifeline May could cut ever so easily.
But what had started as a plan to just flash some skin and giggle quickly got thwarted by an obvious limitation: Jaune seemed to be surrounded by attractive women who seemed to have no compunctions towards showing their bodies off to him. He wasn't gay---he'd apparently made quite an effort at winning the affections of Weiss Schnee. So, what was going on here?
Simply put, Jaune was... mysterious? That wasn't the right word for him. Not unreadable either, boy wore his feelings on his sleeve, he was just more... all over the place. According to Brawnz, Jaune actually did have talents on display in their leadership class. Mental talents, a good eye for situational opportunities and coordinating team efforts. Which... May really wouldn't have guessed from observing what was, as far as she could tell, an irredeemable doofus obliviously stumbling through Beacon. Maybe that was Brawnz's standard for intellection, it was quite possible, but Nebula backed it up, and that made it seem probable.
And... he was Pyrrha Nikos's team leader, so there had to be something there. And he might just be a world class actor, someone who could make sure nobody knew what his deal was. Nobody... except someone with the keen eyes of a sniper.
May had been observing Jaune a long time. Seen him in the cafeteria. In the practice halls. In his late night rendezvous with the champion. And May had figured him out as surely as she'd figured out Pyrrha.
He was exactly what he appeared on the tin.
A man who was simply so dense, so oblivious, that he had no more idea of Pyrrha's obvious infatuation with him as he did of Weiss's utter disdain. He was just a man who was beyond the concept of subtlety, a man who could not comprehend affection unless it bit him right in the... face. And, well, for the sake of crippling the Invincible Girl and opening an easy path for Team BRNZ's dark horse Vytal win, the beginning of their incredible success story... May was willing to be the girl who took that bite.
The board was set, the pieces in place, and May had found her angle. Tonight, she was going to make her move.
Targeting Jaune was easy enough. The boy seemed to have even less awareness than May's initial, rather low, estimation gave him, and he was easy to separate from his friends, approach, and engage. A few batted eyelashes were enough to- well, they should have been enough to bait the hook, but it seemed that Jaune Arc was going to prove his density more than twice in May's plan.
Still, it was easy enough to keep the game going. Separate, engage, flirt, downplay the seriousness of her intent, then back off before it seemed noteworthy and repeat. Soon, she'd spent a lot of time with Mr. Arc, and he was none the wiser to how his body language had so clearly warmed up to her... He was easy pickings now.
Which was to say: it was time for May to break out the big guns.
No binding. No restraint. Just a reinforced bra and a too-tight t-shirt holding her sweater puppies back from the world. Jaune might be dense, but he wasn't blind, and May was blessed with assets that didn't take 20/20 vision to notice. She had tits. Big, embarrassing, always-getting-in-the-way tits.
But tonight, they'd be working for her.
Eschewing her trademark jacket for something with more... decolletage and leaving her beanie aside to tie her red hair back in a ponytail---she'd noticed what Jaune liked in women---May was on the prowl as she went to the JNPR room to meet her "date" for the night.
And wouldn't you know it, May had been rewarded for all her good deeds as Jaune was all alone in his dorm. No need to guide him to another location. All she had to do was suggest the two of them hang out together in a space with no prying eyes that might notice how salacious May was being. No one but Jaune... whose eyes kept falling into the inescapable gravity of May's cleavage.
Boys were just too easy.
She just had to feign interest in what he said, laugh at his jokes, bounce her tits invitingly as she wrapped him around her little finger. This was only the preliminary attempt to lure him in, but soon she'd escalate---allow him to touch her spectacular rack, maybe even see what they looked like naked---and all the while, poor Miss Perfect, The Invincible Girl, would have to watch as her partner slipped from her-
The door opened.
And Pyrrha was there.
Shit! This was too early---Pyrrha seeing Jaune with another woman, but not quite in her clutches yet, might backfire, causing her to firm up rather than break. May needed Pyrrha to be out of the picture until Jaune was wholly in the palm of her hands, or else it might just make Pyrrha realize she had to make her move before May got the chance to seal the deal.
"Oh, hello Pyrrha," she said, trying to seem like she had no reason to be concerned with her presence, "I was just talking to your leader about tactics---he's quite knowledgeable."
The smile that came to Pyrrha's face was a huge relief to May. It was easy to read: the boy had a hold on Pyrrha's heart because she seemed to be the only woman in the world who saw whatever it was she saw in him. May complimenting him opened up a way to deflect from suspicion, and buy her a little time to disengage before Pyrrha could get antsy about her partner getting sucked into the pillowy depths of May's spectacular rack.
"Oh, don't let me interrupt, then!" she said cheerfully, moving into the room, "I love hearing Jaune talk strategy---I could listen for hours."
Wow, laying it on thick there, huh? But all for naught, the poor dear, her partner being far too dense.
"Well," May politely retorted, "I wouldn't want to get between you and your partner, as I'm sure you have plenty to discuss for your Vytal strategy..."
"Oh no," Jaune replied, utterly oblivious to what was going on all around him, "Pyrrha and I were just going to hang out---you wouldn't be interrupting anything!"
Shit.
"Oh, but I insist-"
"Oh, you don't have to play coy," Pyrrha said, suddenly closing the distance between them, "Jaune's got the hardest time noticing things, but I've seen how you flirt with him..."
Pyrrha put a hand on her shoulder as she looked down into May's suddenly alarmed eyes. There wasn't a trace of malice in them, but that somehow made her even more nervous. Pyrrha was taller than her, and had the powerful build of a woman who had so easily defeated a continent's worth of challengers.
But that wasn't what really put May on edge.
"Ummm..." she nervously asked as Pyrrha's hands started to get... more comfortable with May's body than she was quite comfortable with.
"You're so lucky," Pyrrha sighed, "I wish I had boobs like yours..."
"Wh-what?" May stammered, wholly unable to maintain a facade of calculating control as Pyrrha groped and jiggled her tits, hefting them for Jaune's inspection and approval, making May blush all over as she tried to find a way to respond to this insanity.
But Pyrrha kept up her assault. "They're so big!" she gushed, "So fun and bouncy... you might even be bigger than Yang! What do you think, sweetie?" she asked Jaune, "You spent more time with her topside that night..."
Wh-what? Had they- were they- May was quickly realizing that she had misread the situation, and her "targets" were more targeting than targeted.
This was bad. May was a sniper in combat and in social interactions. Spot the weakness. Make the shot. Don't let people get close and don't get overwhelmed, and right now, two melee specialists had her in their clutches... and Pyrrha's clutches felt so horribly, wondrously good...
"Gods, I could play with these for hours," Pyrrha practically drooled as she continued groping May's defenseless chest. She giggled, "Jaune seems to like them too," she whispered in her ear, "Look at how he's staring at your big, bouncy, mesmerizing boobies..."
Blushing like mad, feeling her thighs squirm as she tried to control herself, May was compelled to look at Jaune and see how his eyes were locked on her chest. Locked on when she wasn't trying to make him stare. Usually, May hated that, hated how nobody could look her in the eyes, or anywhere else, when her tits weren't restrained. But with Pyrrha's fingers so deftly playing with her, May was just... just too turned on to resist Jaune's gaze. She wanted him to stare, as treacherous as the thought was, to feel his eyes roam over her body, wanted Pyrrha to pull her shirt off and-
Well, Pyrrha was already on it.
Stripped of her shirt, her bra practically popped right off---how Pyrrha had even done that, May had no idea, but she knew not to doubt the champion's abilities---and Jaune's jaw dropped.
May hated how wet that made her.
She felt herself almost posing, thrusting her chest out as Pyrrha hefted her heavy tits, her nipples two hard points. Pyrrha gave them a jiggle, beckoning Jaune over. May bit her lip, her face burning with shame as she found herself utterly trapped in this kinky couple's little game. She could have stopped this. Could have stopped them at any moment. But the fact that she didn't...
But that thought had no place here. Not as Jaune started kissing her tits, his tongue playing with May's nipple as she gasped. As he got rougher, kneading her right with his hand as he playfully bit and nibbled on her left, Pyrrha began kissing May's neck, making her moan with equal parts dismay and desire.
"Jaune, honey?" Pyrrha asked, ignoring May's whimper of protest as she paused in her kisses, "I just- I'm too impatient! May's too sexy to let you be the only one playing with her boobs!"
Pyrrha, undeniably the champion of Mistral in how gracefully---and powerfully---she seized May, threw her down on the bed before pouncing, burying her face in between her jugs and- and motorboating them so passionately that May couldn't help but squeal! Pyrrha's hands here groping her chest, tugging at her nipples, and leaving May in a frenzy of need that-
That... could only be...
Pyrrha had pulled away, revealing that Jaune was also undressed now.
Ohhhhhh... that was a weapon.
It was big. So big, so powerful. He hefted it masterfully, a look of deserved pride on his face as his tool mesmerized the helpless May. She might even be drooling right now. If she had known he was packing this, she might have... May blushed. She felt a wave of embarrassment having so obviously lost herself at just the sight of a dick, but she also wasn't sure there was anyone who wouldn't go crosseyed, staring this in the face.
Once again, she was merely putty in Pyrrha's skilled hands, the Mistralian champion guiding her slack body into position. She was seated on Pyrrha's lap now, her legs held wide and open as Jaune and his monstrous cock approached her. It... it wouldn't fit! She had to stop this, had to end this insanity before- before he broke her!
But all that came out of her mouth was a whimper that, to May's hearing, was more about how he wasn't fucking her yet.
But, with a dirty giggle from Pyrrha as her hands squeezed her well-slicked thighs, Jaune was now upon her. How- how had she ever thought that she could manipulate, could use this Adonis? He and Pyrrha... she was a fool to think she could ever come between them.
Well, in any way other than this.
Feeling his cockhead against her slit, May trembled, her whole body craving the fullness he promised, a desire that overwhelmed any illusions that she might be doing anything to weaken these two. The tables had been turned, and as Jaune entered her... she knew they had her at their mercy.
Pyrrha groped her shamelessly, kissing her neck and whispering the sweetest compliments and the wickedest promises as May's mind melted down to a lustful slurry. There weren't thoughts in her head anymore, just sensations, pleasant, perfect, wonderful sensations that she rode like waves. The feeling of Jaune's hips against hers, her bum resting on Pyrrha's thighs, Pyrrha's hands on her tits, Jaune's cock...
Oooowwwwaaaghhhh, it just stuffed her up! It was pushing, inch by inch, into her, splitting her open, frazzling her nerves utterly as she panted and squealed. He was so big, so big and just ruining her for anything other than this ever again! As she felt him push his way into her---she marveled to imagine she could take something that deep!---she whimpered to realize that this was only him entering her. As his hips met hers, his big, heavy balls slapping against her as the tip of his dick surely kissed her womb, she looked Jaune in the eyes, saw the cocky grin cross his face... and then he started fucking her.
The waves rose and crashed, again and again, making May moan and cry and scream and beg as Jaune and Pyrrha had their wicked way with her. She- she felt that Pyrrha had moved her into place, May's legs now looped over Jaune's shoulders as her beast of a Team Captain showed May what close quarters combat meant, the sniper utterly at his mercy... he was no fraud, no incompetent, no, he was a master of combat, utterly battering her into submission!
And Pyrrha... they were a team, a wicked, powerful team, where Jaune's brute force was matched by Pyrrha's utter dominance, the champion skillfully mastering May's body with precision strikes. Was it any wonder she surrendered so wholly to her lust when these two were leading the assault? She had been a fool to ever dream she could split this duo apart, could do anything more than be wedged between them, their plaything, at best.
She felt her tits jiggle on her chest with every slamming thrust. Jaune's eyes were locked on them, admiring their full, bouncy firmness as her body proclaimed what a slut she was. She was built for sin, as much as she tried to hide it, but these two immediately pierced her disguise. Her eyes rolling, her body bent double by Jaune's weight bearing down on her and her mind a molten vat of lust, May was utterly powerless as Pyrrha whispered, "You can cum now, sweetie," a teasing lilt that became an unstoppable command as the dam burst and so did May. She screamed, crying out either Jaune's name or just the word FUCK of GODS of who even knew as she screamed like she'd never screamed before. It was an epic orgasm, the kind that left her utterly shattered in its wake.
Panting for breath, May felt her rubbery legs just flop down, uselessly, as Jaune withdrew from her. Even as mercilessly fucked as she'd been, May couldn't stop herself from mewling in greedy protest as his godlike cock was taken away. Pyrrha kissed Jaune, running her hand along his shaft, well-slicked with May's fluids, obviously proud of how much of a stud her man was. The two of them gave her an amused look, pleased to see their fuckdrunk little doll still wanted more.
"Well... that was fun!" Pyrrha said, and a very familiar gleam came to her eye. A gleam that May knew was usually one she used on others. "Just so you know, May, the first taste is free, we both enjoyed ourselves, but if you want another..."
"What..." she murmured, still in her fuck-drunk haze, "Whaddya... whaddya need me to do?"
"You've been paying attention to the other teams in the Vytal, haven't you?"
May nodded, realization slowly pushing through the fog as Pyrrha's grin grew wide and predatory.
"Well... you wouldn't mind sharing with your two new favorite people some of those weaknesses you've spotted..."
Blinking the clouds out of her mind, May knew that her intel was her ace in the hole, a major asset that... that she had to give up. Another chance to let these two have their way with her? May just... she just couldn't turn it down. Opening her mouth, the info seemed to just flow right out of her, all her observations and analyses babbling right out of her silly little mouth. Occasionally, Pyrrha or Jaune would ask a question or discuss between themselves, and occasionally, they'd reward her. Pyrrha would pose and flaunt her body, making May's legs weak, or Jaune would shift to show off that godlike cock, making her mouth dry. It was torture. It was heaven. It was.
But soon, every secret was spilled and May was hornier than she'd ever imagined herself. She looked to Jaune and Pyrrha with an eager, pleading look, simply desperate for them to let her have what she longed for so badly. Stretching forward-
Suddenly, Jaune spoke up. "And your own team?" he asked, making May's heart stop.
"I-" she hesitated. Could she- could she betray her own team? It was- it was the lowest, most treacherous thing she could do, but... but gazing upon Pyrrha and Jaune and their statuesque bodies, remembering what their hands and tongues had done to her, and that cock... No, no, she couldn't! She could never! She would-
Jaune's hands began to massage her tits and suddenly those thoughts just drifted right away, right out of her head, like holding onto a cloud. There wasn't any thoughts here about anyone other than those two most wonderful people who were teaching her how good her body could feel.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, her eyes lidded, "Ohhh, okaaaaaay... So... Brawnz always favors opening with..."
"Hey Jaune! I'm here early!" Pyrrha yelled from the doorway as she let herself into her boyfriend's home. But there was no response. Fortunately, they were at the stage of their relationship where Pyrrha could let herself into his place without him being around---she had a key after all---but not quite at the stage where she'd be spending the night.
She and Jaune were just a little... old fashioned like that. She made her way to the kitchen and got a can of tomato juice out of the fridge. She couldn't help but smile at that. She knew Jaune thought her juice habits were gross at first, but a quick count of the cans in the fridge told her that she wasn't the only one drinking them in this house. Downing the can, she plopped herself down on the couch and waited for Jaune to show up.
It had been a long day, and Pyrrha was looking forward to getting some quality R&R with her sweetie, her most surefire strategy for stress relief. She knew that the word was Ozpin, the Athletic Director, was looking to make her Head Coach of the women's basketball team. She'd be the youngest head coach in collegiate sports, and that meant there was a lot of scrutiny on her. And it was good, Pyrrha excelled under pressure, but it was stressful, all the same.
Ugh, but what was taking Jaune so long? Lying down on the couch was starting to make her antsy, and so Pyrrha couldn't help but get up and take a short walk around his apartment. Nothing too weird about it, she'd been in every room here before. Including... the bedroom, though just for making out. But that thought was making her even more jittery. She didn't want to pressure Jaune, but... Pyrrha was getting a little impatient. But, she knew he was from rural Vale when they met. If he was from a more conservative upbringing, he- hold on here...
A check? She didn't mean to snoop, but the number caught her off guard when she saw it lying on the kitchen table. Particularly when her quick glance saw the word royalties in the memo line. What was "Neopolitan Entertainment LLC?" They must be Jaune's previous employer, but a check that big, for royalties... he had to have been a somebody. Pyrrha didn't pry into her boyfriend's old life, but he'd never acted like it might have been anything interesting! He had always said that he'd saved up some money and regretted never finishing college. Nothing about... well, he'd have to have been an actor, right? He was good looking, a kind of boyish handsomeness, but that much money... surely she would have recognized him if he-
But the temptation was, mercifully, taken out of her hands as she heard the door turn and she couldn't spend any more time thinking about mystery checks when she had a boyfriend to cuddle and tease and watch movies with. Especially because Jaune was in full pampering mode, cooking them a hearty dinner, giving Pyrrha an amazing massage, and generally being such an amazing boyfriend that Pyrrha felt a little guilty for thinking she wanted to rush things and... for snooping on his check.
Well, it wasn't really snooping, he had it out in the open and he knew she was coming over. So her seeing it wasn't weird, right? Maybe he was hoping she would ask about it, his way of opening up a little about himself to her.
Unfortunately, that brainworm came to Pyrrha right after she'd left his apartment for the night, his goodnight kiss still buzzing on her lips. And the memory of that check still buzzing in her mind. It wouldn't go away, even as she got into bed and tried to make herself go to sleep. But... well, she grabbed her tablet and decided to quickly search what she knew from the check, what "Neopolitan Entertainment LLC" was. Fortunately, it immediately brought up a... no, this couldn't be right...
Jaune wouldn't- he couldn't be getting money for... adult entertainment.
Everything about him was so... wholesome. Jaune was a sweetie, and, yes, sex workers didn't have to be tattooed and hard-bitten cynics, but... Jaune?
Pyrrha was 90% sure Jaune was a virgin, so it really couldn't be him, right?
Maybe he was a... lighting tech or something? Someone who worked on a whole bunch of movies to get those royalties. Yeah, that made sense... but... he'd have been awfully young to be on the technical side of things, wouldn't he? And did they get royalties?
She had to click through it, to see- oh wow. Wow. Even if Jaune was on the tech side of production, this... Neapolitan Entertainment was some seriously kinky stuff. A lot of BDSM videos, fairly intense, and...
Her eyes went wide as she saw a certain video advertisement.
"In our best-selling video, Jonathan Dark puts the DeWinter sisters in their place, until both girls learn to call him 'Daddy!'"
Well...
That was Jaune alright.
Pyrrha swallowed nervously, seeing the video thumbnail clearly showed her sweet little muffin of a boyfriend, the man who'd just made her stir fry for dinner and given her a back and footrub... looking absolutely nothing like a man who'd do that for a woman! He looked like... well, it was what the women looked like, both of them in shiny black latex contrasting with their snow-white hair as they shared looks of rapturous ecstasy, that had Pyrrha's jaw dropping. They- they were actresses, but, like... could Jaune really do... that?
A glance at the price told Pyrrha that she... wasn't that desperate. She wasn't going to pay for porn of her boyfriend, even if it would tell her more about him. Did he- did he like this? Or was it just what sold? She clicked on his name and saw his full filmography and, oh wow, yeah, he had... he had been a busy bee in those years before she'd met him.
Insane. Insane. This was insane! But... Pyrrha quickly went to a less-sketchy free porn video site and punched in "Jonathan Dark" to see a whole slew of videos pop up. She clarified the search a little, not wanting to see her sweetheart be so... out of character, but selected one titled "BUSTY BLONDE GETS RAILED BY BIG COCK, ANAL" and, with a nervous lick of her lips, she hit play.
After a few establishing shots of a beach house---it had to have been shot in Vale, that, at least, Pyrrha knew about her boyfriend's life before she knew him---the camera settled on, well... a stereotypical porn star. As blonde and busty as the title promised, swinging her hips as she walked her way up to the door in what seemed like a parody of a girl scout uniform.
Pyrrha was no stranger to porn, she'd had to do something to take care of herself before Jaune, and she admired the quality of the shoot. And she had a definite appreciation for the girl---Pyrrha liked blonde and busty. She would probably have enjoyed this if it wasn't for the fact that, as soon as the girl rang the doorbell, BAM, there was her boyfriend.
Undeniably Jaune. Absolutely impossible to think he was anyone else. Especially because they were playing up his innocent side as the "girl scout" asked him if he wanted to buy some nookie (the dialogue left... something to be desired) and Jaune played dumb as the girl explained how many different "merit badges" she was working on (all thinly veiled sexual innuendos).
It was the dialogue that made Pyrrha feel a bit... silly to be watching this. This all started to feel weird and... inappropriate. Like she was spying on Jaune. Maybe he didn't want to tell her about his past. Maybe he didn't...
But Pyrrha's thoughts trailed off as the movie finally got to the sexy stuff and Pyrrha got her first glimpse of her boyfriend's cock. The blonde was acting up how shocked she was at how big he was, but... even for porn stars, that was a long and impressive looking cock. There was more going on in the movie, the girl was topless now, giving him a tittyfuck, but all Pyrrha could think about was the dick her man was packing. She was progressing from disbelief to joy until, as she saw porn girl start to deep throat it, Pyrrha realized something.
Could she even handle a dick like that?
Her previous boyfriends hadn't had anything like that. Not that they were inadequate, they just... weren't Jaune. Weren't secret, turbo-hung porn stars. But Pyrrha wasn't a quitter. No, self-doubt wasn't something Pyrrha did. The uncertainty burned away quickly as an angry, possessive fierceness flashed within her. So porno-chick could suck Jaune off---big deal, Pyrrha would show him what a blowjob was. How hard could it be, really? She still had that joke gift Nora had gotten her for her birthday in her closet...
Digging it out from the back of her closet took more time than she'd expected, so by the time she had it in her hands (and she was shocked to discover that what she'd thought of as a gag gift was... a surprisingly good model for what Jaune was packing) the scene had shifted. The girl was on all fours, being taken from behind, her knockers swinging as Jaune gave it to her. Suddenly, her grip on the rubber phallus grew weak as she realized... that girl wasn't acting. Jaune was splitting her open, and as she cried out in joy to receive him, Pyrrha realized exactly how much she was taking. How fucking huge Jaune was, the kind of size a girl couldn't handle unprepared. A girl was liable to hurt herself if she wasn't careful, but this girl... she was taking him all. Taking what now felt so impossibly massive in Pyrrha's trembling hands.
And she took him up the ass, too.
Pyrrha turned off the video, unable to watch more, not wanting to think that- that some cheap slut was better than her. Was doing things she couldn't with her man! Even- even if they didn't even know each other back then, Pyrrha was a possessive girl. Jealous. And she did not lose.
Quietly, furiously, Pyrrha resolved that she would show them. She would show all of them that Pyrrha Nikos could out-fuck whatever bimbo porn stars Jaune might have crossed paths with. In the end, she'd be the winner.
Just like she always was.
Challenge was Pyrrha's oxygen. She was nothing without someone to measure up against, and Jaune's rather... storied career meant that there were a lot of girl's Pyrrha would have to exceed. But that just drove her to seek more.
It had lit a fire within her, an all consuming drive that spilled out in every aspect of her life. But not in a bad way. No, Pyrrha was electrified by this dirty little secret she was discovering. She had been on the ball at work, she'd been excelling more than she ever had. All anyone saw was a woman on fire, inspiring her girls to take up the same drive she had to be best. People assumed it was because she knew she was under scrutiny, and she was, but it was also because she now had something else she was covering up, making every single day a thrilling game of intrigue while she quietly waited until she could get home and indulge her slutty depravities.
Jaune, too, had no idea what Pyrrha was thinking of---she wasn't going to let him know what she knew until it was game time, no sense in blowing it by being too eager and coming at him unprepared. She kept up the charade that she was none the wiser to what he knew a girl could do. What he knew the girls he was judging her against could do. Her every turn, her flirtatious giggles, the curve of her ass as she sashayed across a room towards him... as far as he knew, she was still the regular, teasing minx of a girlfriend he made everyone think he lucked into. But Pyrrha knew that this was her audition, and she was studying her rivals' tape.
As soon as she was home, ensconced in her bedroom, another goodnight kiss buzzing on her lips, she pressed play on another video, dildo in hands, lips licked, pussy wet, and eyes focused on the prize.
This video was her first step away from the more vanilla work Jaune had done. Pyrrha knew that his work with fetish pornography, even if it wasn't something he was into, might be something he was into. And she wouldn't be caught wanting. Anything his porn-sluts did for him, Pyrrha could do better. This one was titled "Maid to Serve" and Pyrrha was quite excited to make her plunge into testing herself here.
An older, dark haired Faunus woman was on the screen idly tidying up a family home. She was dressed in a ridiculous parody of a Valean maid's outfit---already a porno standby---wearing tight black PVC offset with a white apron and frilly maid's head... thing. She dusted cutely, but the shots were emphasizing how she was furtively looking around the empty rooms, until, confident she was alone, she reached into a jewelry case and pulled forth a pearl necklace. She put it on, posing in front of the mirror with it, flouncing and pouting, showing off her curvy body in the mirror. Total MILF, not something Pyrrha could compete on now... but she wasn't planning on losing her figure any time soon, if that's what Jaune enjoyed.
"Kari!" a familiar voice cried out, and the maid turned, startled. "Take that off, right now!"
"Oh!" she squeaked, "M-Mr. Dark, sir, I'm-"
"What were you doing with my wife's jewelry?"
"I p-promise!" she said, her voice quaking with sincerity, "I never- I didn't- I just wanted to try it on! That's all!"
"Really?" he asked, skeptically, "Empty your pockets."
Helpless to disobey his command, the Faunus woman did so, revealing the two earrings she had pocketed. The MILF cringed beneath Jaune's harsh glare and Pyrrha's pussy tingled from what she knew was coming next. Her fingers delicately traced up her slit, one hand teasing herself just as the film was teasing what she knew was coming soon. Her other hand gripped the dildo ever so slightly tighter, her fingers barely able to wrap around its thick, silicone shaft.
There was more dialogue, Jaune being so... commanding as he bullied the thieving slut in her very bosomy outfit. Pyrrha was getting excited watching it, the tingle in her core migrating upwards. A naughty thought came to her as she stroked her pussy with one hand and the dildo with the other. Gripping the fake cock, she brought it up to her mouth and kissed it, imagining that it was Jaune's cock she was kissing. That it was Jaune she was showing her slutty depravity to... showing him that he was better than this Faunus whore.
Uhhhhhnnnnn... these degrading terms, especially in her Jaune's voice, just turned her on so much!
Jaune was forcing the woman, even as tears ran down her face, begging for forgiveness, to pull down her top, revealing her impressive rack. Not as good as the bimbo from her first night, but that girl was chesty in a way not many were. But this MILF was more Pyrrha's size, and she admired how larger than average, even if not huge, boobs could look on a woman. Still, she was competition, and as Jaune honked her tits, Pyrrha groped herself, lewdly moaning in her best emulation of the MILF's performance.
As she started to suck Jaune off, Pyrrha took the dildo and began to push it into her own mouth, suppressing her gag reflex like she'd been practicing, until she could feel Jaune's dick push its way into her throat. She was doing even better than the MILF at swallowing Jaune's cock, and she felt her heart burn with pride as she took it deeper and deeper. She couldn't get cocky, though, she knew the real thing would be much harder.
But the real difficulty came from how fucking turned on outdoing the porn star had made her. Fuck, Pyrrha needed to take this dick up her pussy, fuck she needed to get off! Pulling the dildo from her throat, she guided it down to her nether lips, watching as Jaune started to ruthlessly face fuck the whore who tried to steal from him. God, it was hot watching Jaune fuck a bitch into submission... Pyrrha had never been into punishment and discipline, but after watching Jaune be gentle with so many girls, seeing him treat one like she was just his fuckmeat... Pyrrha was so turned on. So fucking turned on, and pushing the head of the dildo into her pussy, she felt how Jaune was splitting her apart, just like he was choking the slut on her tablet, her makeup running down her cheeks as Jaune, ohhh, gave her what she deserved!
Gripping her roughly by the hair, Jaune suddenly reversed course, yanking the slut's head backwards and revealing his glistening, sweat slicked cock, just as Pyrrha imagined it was inside her, putting her in her place, making her his bitch!
"You wanted a pearl necklace, huh?" Jaune taunted, "Thrust 'em out, slut!"
Oh, yesyesyes, Pyrrha loved it as the humiliated Faunus MILF popped her chest forward as Jaune stroked himself, and soon, her tits were splashed with ropes of pearly cum.
"P-please, sir," she begged, meekly, "I've- I've done what you've asked, w-will you let me-"
But Jaune just sneered. "Oh no, bitch, we're just getting started."
Pyrrha shivered in delight, pressing the tip of the dildo right against her snatch. It was so big and thick, but she could see that Jaune's was even bigger. He d-deserved a girlfriend that could take him, and Pyrrha was going to prove that that girlfriend was her!
But she had to admit, this Faunus MILF was a tasty dish. A good actress, looking deliciously meek and miserable as Jaune threw her on the bed (she had never realized Jaune was so strong! He was muscular, yes, but he threw the girl around like a rag doll!) and started fucking her---and taunting her for how wet she was as he plunged his massive dick into her slit. Pyrrha matched it, pushing the dildo inside her, an uncontrollable moan spilling from her lips as she pushed it all the way in, just like Jaune was doing to the mature catgirl on the bed. She shivvered, imagining what it must be like to get properly railed like that... but Jaune had been surrounded by girls who took him in their mouths, their cunts, their assholes... If she wanted to compete, she'd have to utterly submit to him. Be his fucktoy, his submissive bitch, his pet. That's what these women were, and if that's what Jaune liked...
That'd be what Pyrrha was, too.
"Puh-please Daddy, harder! Hit me harder!"
The meaty thwack of the paddle in Jaune's hand as it smacked into the white-haired girl's already cherry red ass was the perfect accompaniment as Pyrrha worked the dildo in and out of her asshole. It was a hardcore BDSM video where Jaune tied up two girls, they genuinely looked to be sisters, suspended them from midair, and made them his bitches.
The other girl, also blindfolded and hanging from the ceiling, her perky tits exposed and showing off the red criss-crosses of his earlier play with the crop, not to mention her nipple clamps, joined in, begging, "Please Daddy, spank me too! Choke me! M-make me your personal punching bag and hurt me, Daddy!"
God, these sluts were insatiable! But Pyrrha had to- had to prove she wasn't some delicate sweetheart! Both these girls, they looked so innocent, so proper, and yet, they were a dirty pair of painsluts begging Jaune to fuck them hard. If that's what he was used to... Pyrrha summoned the force of will to push the dildo in further, moaning as she imagined it was Jaune's huge dick splitting her open. If she couldn't handle the dildo, she wouldn't be able to handle him, and that would mean- it would mean that those sluts were better than her!
With a squeal of pain made in time as Jaune mercilessly beat the younger white haired girl (either "Whitney" or "Wendy" deWinter, according to the DVD case) Pyrrha took the dildo all the way to the base. Mmmmm, gods, she felt so stretched out and used. She couldn't wait until her asshole was trained to be Jaune's cocksleeve, just as she trained her throat and pussy---she needed to show him that all her holes were as good as any porno slut he had fucked before!
And if he wanted to beat her, bind her, film her... Pyrrha would do it. If there was anything those women had done for her Jaune, Pyrrha would do it, too. And do it even better than they did!
Her thoughts were interrupted by a meaty slap as Jaune caught the sister who wasn't being spanked across the face with a hard SMACK. "Wait your turn, bitch," he growled at the mouthy slut, now whimpering in delectable pain, as he went back to paddling the younger sister. Fuck if that didn't almost get her off right there...
Pyrrha was starting to realize that this was more than just her competitive nature at play. She realized that Jaune's more vanilla films, while still hot, just... didn't do it for her. She needed to see Jaune make these girls his bitch, make them beg for him to abuse them. Pyrrha had found that she had a kink here, just like the two sisters on high-wire display. Pain. Dominance. Control. She needed to see Jaune display his rough, cruel, domineering side. She prayed he loved it as much as she did, because now, she knew she couldn't go without it. She needed Jaune to break her, whips and chains and gags, she needed to be dominated.
With a lusty moan, Pyrrha felt her self-control, her vaunted discipline crumble as she came, her pussy rejoicing in its release as she kept pumping the dildo in her asshole. J-Jaune wouldn't stop, mmmm, u-using her until he was satisfied... she couldn't quit just because she'd reached her pleasure. S-she was Jaune's fuckmeat, something for him to slap and choke and fuck senseless and ohhhhh, she could already feel the next climax coming!
"Ha, no Ruby, I don't think I'll be able to- what was that? No, no, I just don't think I'd fit in. You guys know I'm almost 30, right? It'd feel weird going to college parties... Aw, you're sweet... okay, I'll think about it. I'm at my girlfriend's now, so I'll have to talk to you later, okay? Alright, catch you round! Bye!"
Hanging up his cell, Jaune chuckled as he fished his key to Pyrrha's place out of his pockets. This was going to be a big date for the two of them, tonight! For once, it was going to be at Pyrrha's place: they usually had their dates at his because, well, that's where Jaune's kitchen was, and a big part of his love language was food. But Pyrrha had gotten the big promotion, she'd been all celebrated like crazy, and Jaune had promised his wonderfully special girlfriend that whatever she wanted, she would get tonight. And she'd asked for him to come over to her place for a quiet night in, so that's what she was getting!
Might even be, well, the night they finally did it...
Pyrrha was nothing like the girls back in his old life. That wasn't a slight against them---all the stereotypes about porn actresses being stuck up or vain was nothing like the truth. They were sweet girls, and total professionals, it was just... weird being in an industry where sex was just your job. With Pyrrha, Jaune knew that, when they finally crossed that line and became intimate, it'd be something truly special.
Opening the door, Jaune realized how true that was as there was a trail of rose petals leading him down the hall to Pyrrha's bedroom. Whistling in appreciation, he set the bottle of wine he brought aside as he followed the trail up towards its destination. Damn, she'd really gone all out... Jaune knew he had to make tonight special. Not anything fake or porno, no, something intimate, lovely, and gentle. The sort of thing a girl as wonderful as Pyrrha deserved.
Turning the doorknob, he opened the door to Pyrrha's bedroom where-
Jaune's jaw dropped as he looked at the... at the scene in front of him. The rose trail led to the bed, but Jaune's eyes were drawn to the St. Andrew's Cross in the middle of the bedroom, and the gorgeous woman, blindfolded, earmuffed, gagged, and stuffed into a tight leather outfit, tied to it.
With a note pinned to her chest.
For a moment, Jaune was just too stunned to take in what he was looking at. What jolted him out of his stupor was, of all things, a buzzing sound he was able to place as a bullet vibrator. A glance downward revealed exactly that. He suddenly could hear his girlfriend's desperate, needy whimpering, even muffled by the gag, as the vibe deactivated... it was likely timed to keep her edged while she was tied up!
Ho, wow, Jaune had... Jaune certainly attracted a type, didn't he?
Gingerly reaching forward, Jaune took the note off Pyrrha's chest. Trying not to hear the desperate, muffled moan of pure desire as his hand brushed her chest, he read:
Jaune
Pyrrha's been a very naughty girl. Looking up your past career, masturbating like a dirty slut to videos of you fucking other women. Breaking them. Now she needs it, hard, and knows that you're the only Master who can give her the hard dick she so desperately, desperately needs.
She promises to be a good girl for you from now on. She just needs to be punished for her naughty, naughty deeds! Whatever you want. Whatever you've done in your dirtiest videos. She just wants to make her Master happy!
Your slut,
Pyrrha
Wow.
He really... really hadn't thought anyone would recognize him from his past life. Considering... he really wasn't like "Jonathan Dark" in... any fashion. Hell. But he really hadn't expected that Pyrrha was into... this. But, well...
So was Jaune.
With a wolfish grin, he looked over his bound slut from top to bottom. Her long, athletic legs tracing upwards to her pristine pussy that Jaune had been "saving..." well, it seemed like Pyrrha was finally ready to give up that treasure to him. And just as Jaune expected, it was going to be special. But his eyes continued to roam, seeing her respectable tits looking enormous as her leather corset squeezed them into two pale moons, eager to be played with. Her cheeks were flushed, bright red with need. Hmm... shame she was already bound, front-side up. He could sure make her other cheeks red...
But a glance to the side showed that Pyrrha was expecting exactly that. A table was full of fun toys, including a flogger. She'd really gone all out for this... except, of course, one thing.
Jaune stepped forward and unhooked the gag and removed the earmuffs. "Pyrrha?" he asked, softly.
"J-Jaune?" she said, surprised, "Did I- do you not like-"
"No, no!" Jaune was quick to soothe her as she cringed in embarrassment. "It's just that... we need to have a safeword."
Her cheeks got very red with that.
"In... in the movies, you don't... you just kind of..."
"Take them?" he asked, and Pyrrha nodded, embarrassed. It had clearly been part of the fantasy for her... "Yeah, that's... just for the film. We always had rules on set for how to break the scene. But that's okay! I'll absolutely give it to you as hard as anything you saw on your screen, and maybe even harder," she made a cute little gasp as her butt wiggled in excitement, "But if anything gets to be too much, just... make the bunny ears with your right hand, okay? And if you're not gagged-"
"I'll say... Valkyrie."
Jaune got a feeling he knew who had helped Pyrrha get into this contraption... but he'd have to thank Nora for her help later. "That's my girl. And I'll give it to you as hard as I can---you've earned a reward."
But with that, the time for sweetness was over. He roughly thrust the gag back into Pyrrha's mouth and latched it tight. The earmuffs were put back on over her ears, putting her back into darkness and silence. And Jaune's eyes went back to the table full of fun things, one in particular catching his eyes. Picking up a remote, he looked at the display, indicating that the vibe was on a fairly middle range intensity.
Time to fix that.
He suddenly turned it all the way to maximum, no warning at all, as Pyrrha bit down hard on her gag, twitching and bucking against her restraints as the buzz of her vibrator filled the room. Jaune laughed as the stupid slut struggled to keep from cumming her brains out right then and there. Watching her thrash against her restraints was a real turn on and it gave Jaune some idea for how to push her past her limits.
Jaune raised his hand and slapped her, hard, across her tits, seeing them bounce and jiggle with his fading handprint left on them. Another slap, followed by another, and it was too much for Pyrrha to hold back any longer. With a gurgling, muffled shriek, she came.
Naughty, naughty...
Jaune ripped her earmuffs off, letting her hear him berate her for being such a dirty whore that she was getting off on being hit. All the while, she squirmed against her bonds---she really liked it when he called her names, and Jaune had to struggle to keep that cruelty in his voice when she made the cutest little wiggle when he called her a whore.
"What do you have to say for yourself, you slut!" he scolded.
"Ommf sahhheee!" she cringed.
Jaune growled, in his most menacing voice, "Stupid bitch. Can't even hold it together after the first test. You know..." and he let his words hand, dangerously, over her, "If you saw my videos, you'd have seen how a proper slut handles her discipline."
A wicked thought came to Jaune's mind as Pyrrha tried to give a desperate apology through her gag. "You've seen me with real women, women who could control themselves instead of moaning like a total whore as they came from just some warm up discipline..."
A quick look at Pyrrha's cheeks, nearly as crimson as her hair, told Jaune that this was exactly what she was hoping for.
Reaching over to her restraints, she undid her arm. "If you can't handle my discipline, then you have to learn! Unlatch yourself. Now!"
Pyrrha quickly undid her other restraints as Jaune looked over her table of toys. Soon, she was standing before him, cringing in shame, still blindfolded and gagged.
"Stand up straight," Jaune parked, a quick lash of a riding crop to punctuate his order. Pyrrha snapped to attention, her ample chest thrust out, her gorgeous red hair cascading down her shoulders, contrasting so well with her jet black outfit. Damn if she wasn't the most beautiful woman Jaune had ever known, and standing up tall on her spike heels, she was slightly taller than him. Made sense, she was a basketball player, but Jaune had to take a moment to marvel as his eyes roamed once more over her whole body. She'd always had a power over him, the power to make him marvel that a woman like her wanted anything to do with him.
Well, Jaune reminded himself, this was her reward, and she requested that Jaune be in a very different role than her besotted boyfriend...
"On the bed. Hands and knees. Face down, ass up. NOW!"
Another lash of the crop, but this was less for discipline and more for the chance to leave a long red mark across the creamy globes of her ass, emphasized by her tight, leather thong. Pyrrha quickly, even, Jaune assumed, eagerly, took her position on the bed. Even blindfolded, she had an unerring and fluid grace in her movements, the kind that... Jaune caught himself admiring her again, when he was supposed to be punishing her.
Annoyed by how well her body distracted him from his true purpose, Jaune gave a few quick slices of the crop upon her backside, making Pyrrha squeal.
"You're a naughty girl, slut. A naughty, dirty, wanton girl. And I am going to teach you to behave. Is that clear?"
Pyrrha gave a muffled noise of agreement. Not good enough.
Another slice of the crop. "Am I clear?"
A much louder, though still muffled, noise of agreement was cried out into her gag. Better.
But Jaune felt he'd given her enough of the crop. No, there was something he'd been wanting to do to Pyrrha for so goddamn long that, especially considering she'd practically gift-wrapped it for him, he couldn't put it off any longer.
Her gloriously fuckable ass.
Licking his lips, Jaune looked at her mesmerizing derriere, her utterly perfect booty, and Jaune was looking to plunder it.
Gripping the thong with his hands, he roughly ripped them down, seeing his prize. Written in neat letters above her asshole were the words "All My Holes Belong To Master," which Jaune had to give credit for, it was a nice touch. And Nora had impressive penmanship, though Jaune had no doubt she had given this an uncommon level of focus. She also had a fat black plug inside her, telling Jaune that Pyrrha was ready to give him exactly what he wanted.
Yanking out the plug, Jaune admired how big it was. She must have trained herself for this. She was clearly a submissive, but Jaune was starting to get a sense of how much of a kinky slut he'd happened to have fallen in love with.
Grabbing the tube of lubricant off the table, Jaune squirted a generous amount into his hand. It was cold and familiar, a feeling that his body knew signaled exactly what was coming next as he slathered it on his cock and pushed a finger into Pyrrha's asshole. She squeaked into her gag, but from the way her whole body was trembling, he knew she was as excited for this as she was.
Pressing the head of his cock against her rosebud, Jaune saw as Pyrrha shivered in pleasure, her body relaxing as she gave a low moan. A quick slap to her buttock reminded her that he was the one to be enjoying her, but... Jaune couldn't really focus on the discipline as he thrust himself into her.
Pyrrha's wild shriek was muffled by the gag, but Jaune didn't slow down. She wanted it rough, and he knew how to give it to her, roughly shoving the full length of his dick in until his balls could slap her ass. Which, for good measure, he let them do a few times as he started pumping away as Pyrrha gripped the sheets in front of her.
God above, she was tight! Jaune had fucked his fair share of backdoors, but he didn't think he'd ever enjoyed a woman as much as Pyrrha!
The best part was the ways her ass backed up into him, like she was humping him, needed his dick to go even further, even harder into her! Professional porn stars had told him that his cock was almost too much for them---always a nice little boost to the ego---but from the way Pyrrha was bucking her ass backwards to take him as deep into her bowels as he'd go, he knew this was what she wanted. Bumping and grinding together, Jaune felt like she was milking his dick. She needed him, needed his cum, and Jaune was all too happy to comply.
But not just yet.
"You love this, you little anal whore!"
"AH LUFFID!!!!"
"You love being my bitch, my pet, my toy!"
"AHDO! AHDO!"
"You're an insatiable slut who lives for my dick!"
"AH'M! AH'M! AHAAAAAM"
"And what am I?"
"UR MAH MASTAH!!!"
With a roar of victory, Jaune released into her, flooding her bowels with his seed. Pyrrha shook and convulsed beneath him, her orgasmic shirek once again garbled by her gag, her ass still clenched tight around his dick. Jaune let out a long sigh and began the slow process of pulling the length of his dick out of her.
As Jaune fully extricated his member from his girlfriend's posterior, he reached over to gently undo the gag and blindfold from Pyrrha's face, then lay down beside her. He couldn't help but marvel that, even after he'd savagely fucked her ass, she looked so much like an angel, so incredibly beautiful that Jaune felt so... so incredibly lucky that she even had feelings for him.
Pyrrha was a little too delirious still to say or do much more than pant and moan some garbled version of "thank you" (Jaune presumed), but he gently stroked her cheek and whispered sweet nothings into her ear as she slowly came back down to Earth. She was such a lovely, beautiful, amazing, incredible woman, and Jaune could only hope that he'd given her the climax of her dreams. She deserved nothing less.
But it was going to take a while before she recovered. Jaune took the time to kiss her on the forehead, wipe the sweat from her brow, and tell her how much he loved her. This sort of gentle aftercare wasn't something Jaune got to do a lot on the set, not when Neo needed them to keep to such a tight schedule. Amusingly, Jaune didn't actually have that much experience with personal sex, the kind that was done for his own enjoyment, without a camera crew standing around and a craft services table. He found he quite liked it, though. And, he had to admit, even as an amateur, when it came to putting on a show, Pyrrha could give some of his co-stars a real run for their money.
"Did I... Did I do good?" Jaune's beautiful, utterly fuck drunk girlfriend asked as she came out of her daze.
Jaune kissed her again on the forehead, causing Pyrrha to murmur---such a perfect, lovely sound---with happiness. "You did wonderfully, Pyrrha. I'm so lucky to have you. But... did you enjoy it? Was it as good as you hoped?"
Her delirious giggle gave him all the answer he needed.
"It's so nice of you two to visit me in Menagerie."
"It's not at all a problem, Mom," Blake said with a smile, "Jaune really wanted to meet you, and, you know..."
"You were worried I might be lonely all by myself in a big empty house?"
Blake nodded. Kali smiled, blinking away a few tears. "You're such a good daughter, dear."
Jaune struggled to focus on what they were talking about. It was an ordinary, even sweet conversation, but in truth, he was in hell. Absolute, total hell as his dick, usually well-behaved, was straining against him like if it got even a slight bit harder, was liable to tear right off his body. He was gritting his teeth, struggling to pay attention as his girlfriend and her mother chatted.
But Jaune wasn't some kind of uncontrollable pervert, no, Jaune's situation was the fault of said girlfriend, or, more specifically, his girlfriend's stockinged foot running up and down the length of his erection. Even through his jeans, he could feel how dexterous it was, her toes gracefully tracing his length.
Blake had a shy, nervous smile as she continued chatting with her mother, who was giving the occasional knowing glances to Jaune. That was what was making the whole situation even crazier. Kali didn't just know about what her daughter was doing under the table... she'd actually requested it. Insisted on it, even. "It wouldn't be proper," she had explained, "if I don't assess how my daughter performs, if there's anything I could teach her to make you both happier."
So now he was receiving a shy footjob from his girlfriend in front of her mother and really... as insane as it was, it was also super hot. Really hard not to cum right then and there, Blake never did anything like this, not just in terms of... this, but in terms of their sex life, she was actually pretty reserved. Most all of her reputation for sexual openness, ranging on outright perviness, was restricted to books-
"No, honey, like this," Kali interrupted, and suddenly Jaune felt the impossibly soft touch of silk gliding up his dick, her stockinged toes artfully freeing him from his jeans (how could she even-) and soon he could feel them wriggling as delicately as a harpist's fingers as she ever-so-gently played with his rock-hard erection and brought Jaune to a deep and desperate moan. Between the incredible sensation of the fabric against his skin and her playfully light touch, he struggled not to cum right there! How was she- how was she so good at this?
"You have to be very gentle, very teasing," she patiently explained to Blake, "use as little pressure as you have to to make him know you're there... but with a big, thick cock like this, it's not a bad idea to let your toes squeeze him a little, like... this!"
Jaune's eyes almost popped out of his head as his dick exploded in his pants, his jaw dropping as he splurted right in his boxers. He tried not to moan, but fuck! What was a man to do when his girlfriend's mom got him off in public?
Fuck, that was embarrassing, not to mention insane, but Kali just seemed amused by it. Blake, though, looked embarrassed---though not at him.
"I'm sorry, mom," Blake mumbled.
But Kali was quick to reassure her. "There, there, sweetie, you've got nothing to apologize for. You're just getting started, you'll learn. Trust me."
Then she went right back to her earlier topic of conversation, as though she hadn't just given a footjob to her daughter's boyfriend.
What made this insane, beyond even the regular insanity of his girlfriend's mother teaching his girlfriend how to best pleasure him was the fact that Blake was normally rather... frigid.
Well, no, that wasn't the right term. Blake wasn't frigid, it was just that... in terms of sex, Jaune did most of the work. And she wasn't... wasn't that good at it. She insisted she was fine, that nothing was wrong, that she was enjoying herself, but she... didn't do much in bed. Don't get him wrong, Jaune loved Blake! He loved her passion, her intensity, her...
Okay, a lot of their sexual relationship was built around how hot Blake was. But he also liked her for more than that, he liked being with her and enjoyed the time they spent together and... well, would it be so wrong to want more of this in their sex life?
Once Blake was around her mom, she stopped being so... forward and domineering. Particularly when it came to sex, things were on her terms and her rules and they generally... didn't allow for all that much. Seeing this other side of Blake, well, Jaune... liked it. He liked how meek she was, how submissive, how she was putting in an effort at sex, and... well, he was a guy, okay? He liked having a busty MILF teaching her daughter how to pleasure him.
Gods, this was insanity, but Jaune just... he just enjoyed it too much to really feel bad about enjoying it.
Blake woke up, bleary eyed. A glance at her scroll told her it was a little past midnight, but what stood out to her was her sudden realization that she was alone in the bed.
Jaune wasn't beside her, the bed suddenly feeling far too big and empty, a stab of loneliness cutting right through her. He was... he was such a wonderful boyfriend, it was no wonder that Blake had formed a powerful attachment to him. After Adam, Blake had felt so... broken and stupid that she thought love wasn't possible. That she'd just... screw it up like she screwed up everything. Jaune had taught her that was wrong, that she was still worth love. Worth intimacy. He was the reason she was able to open up to her team, his patient kindness was why she was able to forgive herself for her time in the White Fang... and how it ended. She owed him everything.
Which was why she hated how bad she was at being his girlfriend. It was the real reason why she wanted the both of them to visit mom. It was just... it was hard to be intimate with Jaune the way he deserved. The way Blake wanted to be with him! But all her anxieties and fears took over whenever she was alone with him and it made her... a total, controlling bitch. And while Jaune insisted that it wasn't a problem, that they'd take their relationship at her pace... well, she was the one alone in a big bed, and couldn't help but feel like she was to blame. She was driving him away, little by little, and she knew it.
And with him gone right now... it was probably nothing, but... she couldn't help but feel paranoid. So Blake clambered out of bed and walked to the hallway to see-
Hold on, she could hear something. Something that sounded like... no, it couldn't be...
But Blake still followed the sound. Followed in the darkness, her Faunus senses and her familiarity with her childhood home guiding her to her mother's bedroom where, with every step, it was becoming clearer and clearer that she was hearing two voices. One, her mother's, and the other... the other...
Peeking in through the bedroom door, Blake could clearly see in the faint moonlight the truth. Her mother was straddling a man, her naked breasts bouncing joyously as she cried out in orgasmic delight, and beneath her... was Jaune. Jaune, with his dick, his powerful, meaty dick buried to the hilt in her own mother's pussy, but... what was worse... it was his eyes. Jaune was gazing at her mother with a rapturous look, drinking in her voluptuous beauty and her overt, slutty display. Not even noticing his boring, uninteresting, sexless girlfriend at the door.
"Oh, Jaune, you stud!" she cried, "Ohhh, momma's been so lonely and horny without a big-dicked man to take care of her needy little pussy!"
He loved it. He loved it more than he'd ever loved it with Blake. Blake had always thought that, well, she might not fuck like a porn star, but... but she was still attractive, right? Jaune loved her ass, and he told her how beautiful she was all the time! She wasn't... she wasn't...
She wasn't able to compete with this.
Her mother's big tits shook with every bounce and wobble, making Blake conscious of her own smaller chest. Gods, though, they were just... hypnotic, bouncing and swaying so invitingly.., no wonder Jaune preferred a woman so much sexier than she was. Even Blake could see that there was no comparison between them!
She mewled, pathetically, as she watched her mother effortlessly seduce her boyfriend. She was just... just so small and inadequate! Why would Jaune even care about his shy, introverted, frigid, bitchy girlfriend when there was a MILF oozing sex appeal and rubbing her big, fat tits against him?
Her hand cupped her own breast through her pajamas. Really, it wasn't just their size. She could have worn a sheer, lacy nightgown, the kind that would compliment her body with its soft texture draping off her, not this heavy, ugly pajama set. She told herself she wanted to be sexy for him, and this was how she dressed? She was so pathetic, so stupid. She wasn't good enough for Jaune, wasn't-
A hitch in her breath made Blake realize that her other hand was massaging her slit through her pajama bottoms. But the realization only led to her slipping her finger into her waistband, discovering how wet she was from the sight.
She was pathetic. Masturbating feebly at the sight of her own mother stealing her boyfriend from her. Pathetic, pervy, stupid, Blake Belladonna, fingering herself because her mom was such a fucking MILF that Blake couldn't stand in the way of her stealing Jaune. No, she just sat and watched. And touched herself, getting off on what a loser she was. On how much- how much Jaune enjoyed her mother! She was flicking her clit and fingering herself shamelessly, a pathetic, helpless voyeur as she watched her own mother get laid! G-get properly fucked! Her mother was just- she was so much sexier than Blake was, so much more forward with her sexiness, so much more of a- more of- MORE OF A WOMAN!
Blake came, and if she wasn't caught up in her self absorption, she'd realize that she'd need to keep it down. But she didn't, and instead, cried out, loudly, as she came harder than her fingers had ever been able to get her off before, cumming explosively to the sight of her boyfriend fucking her own mother.
"Blake?" Jaune asked, and Blake wanted to die.
Her legs were too weak to run, not after her climax. She just leaned against the door, mewling piteously, until...
"Come over here, baby girl," her mother said, her voice gentle, like one would use to comfort a child.
Powerless to disobey her mother, Blake staggered into the room in a daze. Jaune looked at her, wide-eyed, but she couldn't meet his gaze. Instead, she looked to her mother, her gentle, maternal expression promising to just make everything better, and Blake needed someone to just take over and fix everything. Even if it was crazy... she was just so desperate and pathetic, she wanted to cry so bad and just be told that it'd be okay.
Clambering up on the bed, feeling old whispers of memory as she did so, the feeling of being a little girl, scared from a nightmare, going to Mommy to make it all better. She gazed into her mother's eyes, as she gently wiped the tears away from her own.
"It's okay, sweetie. It's okay. Mommy's going to take such good care of you, kitten..." she whispered.
"Mommy..." Blake echoed in a daze.
"Don't worry," she said to Jaune, "I know exactly what my little girl needs. And you're going to love it, too!"
Kali presented her full breast to Blake, her eyes drawn to the jutting nipple against her dark areola. "I know what you need," she said, but then her voice took on a powerful tone as she commanded, "Suckle."
"Wait, wha-" Jaune said, but Blake only barely heard his objection.
"Yes Mommy," Blake dutifully answered, too beaten to refuse and wrapping her lips around a fat nipple as she began to suck. She was amazed to discover how comforting it was, the sensation triggering some long-buried memory of her as a little girl finding warmth, sustenance, and connection as she suckled on Mommy's big boobies. Mmmmm... she wasn't inadequate... she was just a little girl, and Mommy would protect her, teach her...
"There, there," she soothed, gently, "You don't have to worry about a thing... I'm here, and I'm going to take care of everything. You just have to suckle and listen like a good girl and Mommy will make everything all better."
Blake, who desperately needed to hear something like that, took to it warmly, letting the regular rhythm of her suckling lull her mind into a peaceful quiet. Some ancient instinct or long-forgotten memory of infancy stirred, knowing that she was warm and loved and cared for as long as she was latched on this nipple, and so her mind was open to whatever guidance her Mommy had for her.
"I'm so glad she's here, Jaune. My daughter means the world to me, and I want you two to be happier more than anything. I've been so worried for her, to see how much she's struggling to be the woman she wants to be, to have the relationship she wants with you... but I know just how to help her."
"I... yeah," Jaune agreed, "I want you to help her and fuck, this is hot to watch."
She was making him happy? That was just so lovely...
"She's such a cute little kitten, isn't she?" Mommy cooed, stroking Blake's ears. "Momma loves taking care of her kitten... But would you like to play a little game with my little girl, Jaune? Just a little thing for two needy kitties?"
Jaune stammered something, but Blake's mind was too transfixed by the sound of her own suckling, of the soothing presence of the nipple in her mouth, to pay attention. He was such a sweet boyfriend, Blake was really happy that Mommy was taking good care of him... better care of him than Blake ever did.
But then Mommy stroked her ears again and all the bad thoughts went away. She just had to trust Mommy... Mommy would make everything better... so much better... just had to suck...
"She loves her Mommy so much..." Mommy chuckled, "All she needs is her Daddy to help her out!"
Daddy? Blake didn't know what-
Oooh! Jaune started to grope and knead her butt and Blake realized what she meant! Jaune was her Daddy! And Mommy and Daddy were going to take good care of their kitten!
"Be a good girl," Mommy soothed, "and let Mommy teach you how to be good for your Daddy."
Blake took her lips off of Mommy's nipple with a pop. "Okay!" she said with a giggle.
"Wiggle your butt a little, ooh, good! Exactly like that, kitten!"
Beaming with pride, Blake gave her butt a cute little squirm, feeling so playful, so kittenish as her Daddy gave her an appreciative squeeze. Mmmm, she felt so cute being a good girl, especially when Mommy pushed her face back into her Mommy's boobies, really big 'n soft 'n making her all horny...
Wiggling her butt more, Blake felt how slick it was getting, her- teehee- kitty pussy getting all wet, especially as Daddy kneaded it. Ohh, it felt so good to be played with and petted, to kiss and suckle like a good girl and wiggle her butt like a bad one and ohhhhhhh~
She- she'd had sex before, b-but- no. Blake had had sex before, but kitten was all cute 'n innocent. She smiled, her smile getting wider as she felt her Daddy's big dick push up against her pussy. Her mouth opened in a soft O as she felt Daddy's cock slowly push her nether lips open. It was- it was so big! She felt like she was about to be split apart!
"You're doing so good, baby girl," Mommy said, holding onto Blake's hand, "but a man like your Daddy is going to want to hear what you're experiencing..."
"He's- he's so big, Mommy!" she gasped, "I can't- I can't fit-"
"Yes you can," she reassured her, "It'll feel so good soon!"
"Ohhhhhhh! It- it does! It feels good!" she agreed as Daddy pushed more and more of himself into her, "So good!"
Then she felt his hips bump against her butt, making Blake moan as she realized how deep she was in him. Oh, it had never- never before- gods, this was just so hot! She never realized that it'd be so much sexier like this, to be an innocent little girl, learning how to be sexy for her Daddy. No scary past here, no underwhelming history of sexual failures, no anxieties, just a Daddy's girl eager to show her Daddy how much she loved him!
Especially as he started to pull out, then back in. In and out, in and out, sawing away, each and every thrust throwing her into disarray. She rocked back and forth in time to his strokes, feeling them get faster and faster, the friction making her hotter and hotter! She gasped and cried out, "Daddy!" as he taught her how good sex could feel. Mommy squeezed her hands and whispered words of encouragement, telling her how sexy she was as Blake sank into the waves of pleasure, growing higher and higher as they threatened to overwhelm her. She was- she was losing her mind!
It was just- just so- so-
"OH YES, YES, YES DA-DIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEE!!" she shrieked as she hit her climax, her orgasm crashing down like a tidal wave that swept aside all her insecurities and fears, all her inadequacies swept away in a flood of arousal, the satisfaction of knowing she was satisfying her man. It was... it was good... After all this, she finally felt good about herself. But... there was more she had to do...
"More..." she croaked, "Kitty wan's- Kitty wants her milk..."
"Be good to my baby girl," her Mommy whispered to Daddy, "and give her what she needs."
With a grin that made Blake's heart skip a beat, he went right back to thrusting into her!
Screwed silly, she could only mewl and purr as she took his dick all the way to the hilt! Her Daddy was fucking her tight kitty pussy and she made sure he knew how much she loved it---and how much she loved him!---even if her mind was too silly right now to use words. Her cheeks were pressed into the fabric of the bed as every thrust slammed her face into the mattress, but she made sure to moan and squeal her happiness for him!
And it didn't take long at all for her Daddy to reach his peak too! With a triumphant roar, he took her, pumping a hot, creamy load of him cum right into her, flooding her and making her feel all warm n' snuggly n' loved!
As he slowly withdrew, Blake felt his cum ooze from her pussy onto her thighs. It felt... good. All grown up and sexy... she loved being fucked...
Jaune looked at her, a sweet smile on his face, the kind that made all her insecurities just melt away. "Do you... do you feel better now?"
"Uh-huh!" she giggled in her little girl voice, "Much better!" Then, impishly, she added, "I'm a good girl for my Mommy and Daddy!"
"That's my kitten," Kali said with a smile.
With a stretch, Blake woke up to another happy day.
Every morning, Mommy woke Blake up with a kiss and got her dressed. Today, Blake got to wear her favorite outfit: a tight baby blue shirt with "Daddy's Girl" written in pink over her chest with her favorite fluffy pink skirt. Daddy liked it too, which Blake knew cuz he told her when she bounded into his and Mommy's bed.
She had to fuck Daddy every morning so Mommy could teach her how to be the best kitten in the whole wide world! Had to learn to look cute n' sexy, just for him! She wasn't as sexy as Mommy was, but... Mommy said she was getting better! She just had to listen to all her advice, because Mommy knew best! And Daddy was very happy with her.
Like right now, feeling her Daddy press into her, fucking her tight li'l cunny making her thrash and moan and feel so goody goody GOOD!
Leaning back in her bed, her head taking a moment to... come back to Remnant, Blake turned to look at her boyfriend with an incredible sense of contentment. She let the little kitty persona drift away as she came back to regular Blake---well, regular, fucked silly, Blake. Role play had... had made all the difference, and now, now she could just lie in bed, rolling on clouds of post-coital bliss.
Gods... this was just amazing.
"Fuck, Blake," Jaune moaned in agreement, "I'm so glad we came to Menagerie."
Still a panting, sweaty mess, Blake worked up the energy to agree, "I'm so- so glad mom stepped in..."
"You- you know I love you, right? That I'd love you no matter-"
She cut him off with a kiss on the cheek. "I know you would," she said with a smile, "But Jaune... I've been wanting to be able to do this with you for so long, and I... I'm just so glad mom was able to help us both." Then she felt a wicked little grin come to her face. "What do you say... we give her an extra special thank you gift?"
"After I've had time to recover," Jaune groaned.
"I think that goes without saying," Blake laughed as she sank into the soft bed. She could hear the sound of breakfast getting started, and knew her mother would soon be back with breakfast in bed for the two of them. She was such a wonderful mother to do this for her, to teach the both of them so much, and now breakfast... Blake really was the luckiest kitten in the world.
"I can't believe that fucking bitch-ass cunt thought she could fuck with us!" Melanie growled to her sister.
Whatever the fuck Blondie's problem was, Melanie sure as fuck didn't know, but it sure had cost them their bar! Fuck, she was still sore from a fucking arrogant-ass teenage punk coming in to just trash them like they were nothing!
Miltia nodded in agreement, rubbing a bruised arm. "That fucking cow is going to pay, believe me. We're going to fucking end her!"
"Who the fuck did she think she is?" Melanie spat, "Some big-titted whore thinking she can push around because her fucking mommy issues... Fuck!"
She swore because there wasn't much she could do. Either of them. They'd rightly had their asses kicked and other than bitch about it, Melanie and Miltia were left just licking their wounds and seething impotently as they walked back to their place. Sometimes, in their line of work, you just lost. Out and out lost and there was nothing you could do about it but stew in your anger cause that was just how things went in this life.
Melanie grumbled as she felt the bruise on her chest pulse in a dull hurt. Insult to injury made it hurt twice as much, with her aura sapped by her bad mood. But... now they were home. And once they crossed the threshold of the front door, their options for what they could do about Blondie Bitch dramatically increased...
"Oh! Hey Princess, hey Peppermint," both girls blushed at their mutual boyfriend's adorable pet names for them, "How was-" and he stopped as he saw their bruised, beaten faces. "Oh my gods!" he cried out "Are you- are you alright?"
"Jaune!" Melanie whined, "It was the worst day ever!"
"The worst!" Miltia added.
"Come here, come here," Jaune gently soothed as he pulled the sisters into his arms, showering them in kisses. Oh, this was heaven, his sweet comfort almost making this whole day worth it. Nuzzling into her sweetie's chest, Melanie gripped him tight as he held her in return. She always felt so secure in his arms, like none of the days problems could reach her, and, in a few moments (and with a few kisses), she felt like an all-new Melanie Malachite, looking up to her boyfriend's gentle, compassionate face with a smile.
"All better now," she giggled.
But Jaune just shook his head. "No, I won't be able to rest easy until I'm sure everything's better. Come on, follow me!"
He led them into the kitchen where the scent of fresh baked bread was coming out of the oven as Melanie could see he had been in the middle of preparing a big dinner to be waiting for them when they got home. He doted on them so much, and Melanie had discovered she loved being doted upon. And not just in that demanding bitch way where everyone jumped at her command. No, Jaune doted on her hand and foot because he was a sweet and lovely man, and in doing so, he made Melanie feel so sweet and lovely herself.
He quickly cut them both a slice of bread and got out some butter, and with her first bite, Melanie's only thought about blondie was that she wasn't the one enjoying this soft, warm, incredible bread cooked by her sweetie. While she savored how good it was in her mouth, she heard the clatter of Jaune breaking out ice packs for their bruises---unnecessary, aura was already taking care of the work, but Jaune was just so charmingly innocent of the world of combat and bloodshed. She was going to wave it off, but Miltia had eagerly taken a cold compress, just as another excuse to let Jaune fret over her, so Melanie wasn't going to give her sister the advantage here.
It was kind of incredible that the three of them had even met, much less that they clicked together so well. Jaune had been at Junior's, evidently lost or something, and Miltia had spotted him being directed to Neo. Being the softer-hearted of the twins, she'd stepped in to save him from his inevitable dismemberment and to find out what could possibly lead him to her of all people. From Melanie's perspective, she had just seen her sister with a good-looking stranger and knew to step in, to make sure that, if he was worth her time, he ended up with the right twin. But the two of them, as they readied to bring the claws out, were caught totally off guard as Jaune just... introduced himself to them.
He had a sort of goofy charm, the confidence of a man who had no idea how little of an idea he had, but rather than arrogant self-assurance it should have come across as, Jaune's haplessness just made him seem... sweet. And he took their teasing in good humor, admitting that he was very much out of his depth here and that he was really thankful for them stepping in. There was just... something about him that made the blood in Melanie's cheeks feel warm. Miltia was obviously smitten, her normally shy sister becoming suddenly flirtatious... though, thankfully, she was far too indirect for Jaune to catch on.
So Melanie knew she had to make her own move, pressing in a little closer, laughing a little bit more at his jokes, making sure he got an eyeful of her best features... But things didn't go as she expected. It neither left him swooning at her feet, as she hoped, nor ended in a vicious catfight, as she expected. Jaune just seemed totally oblivious to their flirtation, asking them about themselves. Normally, Melanie would bristle at this sort of invasiveness, but, not willing to concede the prize to her sister, she opened up, and soon... soon all thoughts of seduction and competition went away as they spent a lovely evening just getting to know Jaune and the way he made them feel... special. Like they were the charming ladies he took them for instead of street enforcers.
Well, not all thoughts of seduction were lost. When closing time came around (leaving both sisters shocked that they hadn't realized how many hours they had just spent talking!), Jaune admitted he needed to find a place for the night. But it was late, he had no money, and... well, Melanie was really coming around to realizing that he was cute...
A quick glance between the twins ended with them agreeing to a truce. For now. Melanie was confident that, once in the bedroom, Jaune would know exactly which sister he preferred. Yet another assumption she had been wrong about, because it turned out that Jaune was something of a monster under the sheets.
Seriously, he had no aura and, yet, he had the raw stamina to satisfy both twins. More than satisfy them: Jaune had overwhelmed the both of them, any attempt to use their feminine charms against him were drowned out in an urgent need to see how many climaxes they could get in one night, a number neither Melanie nor Milita was quite sure they reached, especially with the night becoming a blur near the end.
What they did know was that they'd woken up to the smell of pancakes and the sound of bacon sizzling as he'd gotten up early to cook them both breakfast as a thank you for their hospitality.
It really wasn't a question where their relationship would be going from there.
And while most guys would see twins as just a hot fantasy, two identical girls to double their pleasure with, Jaune never saw them as anything other than individuals. He saw their distinct personalities, picked up the minute differences between their bodies, and never confused one for the other. She was "Peppermint," Miita was "Princess," and he never tried to treat them like they were the same person. Benefits of having twin sisters of his own, he always said, but Melanie knew the real reason: because he was the biggest sweetie pie in all of Vale.
And so he was the one man who deserved a hot fantasy of two twin sisters who enjoyed sharing. Let other men watch with their jealous stares as Jaune walked with twin beauties clinging to his arms---it was just a testimony to how much better he was than those losers!
Right now, he was gently massaging her shoulders and just making all those bad, ugly thoughts about the stupid blonde just... go away.
"Do you..." Jaune asked, hesitantly, "Do you want to talk about it?"
As far as Jaune knew, they weren't enforcers for Junior, they were just two sweet twin sisters who loved to cuddle their big, strong boyfriend and also worked as "club promoters." And with Jaune, that was 100% the whole and only truth. Work did not come into this house, but... today, the two of them needed someone to make them feel better, and nobody in Vale could do a better job than their Jaune.
"She was just so mean!" Melanie sniffled, "She just attacked us for no reason!"
"She was a Huntress student---they're always being jerks to us cause they've got aura and fancy weapons!" Miitia added.
"There, there," he said holding the both of them tight, "It's okay, it's okay, she's not here any more and I'm not gonna let anyone be mean to the two sweetest girls in Remnant!"
Oh, he had no idea. But Melanie and Miltia both loved him so much for thinking that they could be sweet girls instead of hard-edged gutter trash who'd made good.
"Could you," Melanie asked, shyly, "Could you take your shirt off?"
Jaune just grinned as he complied. Yes, that was exactly what they needed, the girls running their hands all over his pecs. He was one hell of a lucky find, and Melanie was so glad they'd saved him from Neo's clutches. She didn't even want to imagine what kind of mess he might have wound up in!
"I think," Miltia said, shyly, "our sweet, handsome protector's earned himself a reward..."
"But I haven't done anything yet," Jaune replied, embarrassed.
Melanie traced a finger over his abs. "Oh Jaune... you've done so much for us both... you have no idea..."
They were kissing now. If she kissed him or he kissed her, she didn't know, but she was lost in the sensation of his soft lips on hers. He broke away, leaving Melanie in a soft moan as he kissed Milita. He traded between them, careful to ensure they both got a fair share and letting them run their hands all over his body as he reached a hand down to cup Melanie's butt. It was an awkward movement, the three of them moving to the bedroom while also devoting most of their attention to their amorous makeout session, but, with Jaune's guidance, they soon made it.
Hopping on the bed, Melanie was quick to shuck her clothes while Miltia was a little slower to get to it. "More reserved," she said of herself, "like a proper lady," but Melanie knew that Jaune wanted to see the goods, and showing off her pale, slender body, she struck a pose on the bed with a naughty grin.
But Jaune gave them attention in equal measure. He always said that he could never compare them, that their appeals were just too different. And he meant it, with a sincerity that even made a hard-edged party girl like Melanie suddenly feel the flutter of butterflies in her stomach.
They had a system in place to avoid fights (and to keep up the illusion that they were just sweet sisters, not a pair of jealous bitches!) and, unfortunately, it was Miltia's turn to be first for dick. Melanie pouted as she lied down next to her sis, but Jaune was quick to reassure her that she wouldn't be neglected.
Jaune had fingers that made Melanie wonder if he'd ever considered a career as a pickpocket. He was just full of surprises, and the fact that his fingers could leave Melanie seeing stars just joined the pile alongside the fact that he was a great cook, that he didn't have a problem with cleaning the house, and that he was just the sweetest guy she knew! Mmmm, and as his fingers explored her pussy, she was really appreciating how he always gave it his all in the bedroom. Sweet, tender Jaune never let himself get distracted from her pleasure (no matter how much the teasing minx writhing on his cock tried to distract him) which was what made this whole menage a trois possible.
Oooh! He'd just found a sensitive spot, and being the attentive lover he was, Jaune put all his energies into teasing her right there. Melanie bit her lip, unable to believe that she, Melanie Malachite, a top enforcer for Junior Xiong, a tough, take-no-shit brawler, was little more than putty in the hands of her sweetie.
"Oh, Gods, Mel! He's- he's so good!" her sister gasped.
"He is!" she moaned in joyful agreement, "He so is!"
Jaune just grinned as he kept on plowing Milita and tweaking Melanie's clit. Side-by-side, they thrashed under his assault, drowning in his erotic attention. She managed to catch her sister's hand in her own, their fingers interlacing as they looked over to each other, their eyes wide with the disbelief that they could get this lucky.
Melanie glanced upwards to their shared sweetheart, who seemed to be thinking the same thing. He had that sweet, even slightly goofy, grin that he always had when he saw them thrash and beg from his ministrations, seeing his sexual talents in double vision as both twins struggled to maintain composure. But fuck, he earned the right to feel smug with what he was doing to them. His fingers seemed to fucking dance inside her, so artful, so tender, so amazing!
Oh gods, oh fuck, oh gods, he was- he was- how were his fingers so good? She squeezed her sister's hand tight, the both of them gasping faster and faster, squeezing tighter and tighter as they knew what was coming- ha! Coming! Coming! Cummmmmmmmmming!
Melanie squealed, her pussy clenching around Jaune's magical digits as she heard Miltia join her, a wild squeak of surprise as Jaune sent her toppling over the line into an explosive climax. Her head felt light and her vision swam for a moment as she felt her whole body rock with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Gasping for air, Melanie was left in a daze trying to process how- how everything was happening, as Jaune gave them a moment to both regain their bearings. He was such a sweetie...
Giggling deliriously, Melanie looked at her totally fuck-drunk sister. That stupid blond bitch might have wrecked their bar, but Miltia knew that they were the winners in the end, because they had Jaune, and all blondie had was mommy issues. Oh... but they weren't done yet. They weren't done by a long shot.
"Mmmm..." she moaned, stroking her tingling pussy, "Jaune... my pussy's feeling lonely... kiss it better, Jaune, pleeeeeease?"
Jaune smirked at her and Melanie just about lost it on the spot. "Anything for you, Peppermint."
Oh, she couldn't even begin to care about that fat cow right now!
Well, this was weird.
Emerald was in a very un-Emerald mood. A mood she wasn't used to being in. Something that seemed to be throwing off her whole vibe, and though she could clearly name what was going on and why , it was still weird.
Simply put: she was happy.
Ecstatic, really. It wasn't the satisfaction of victory or the joy of crushing an opponent. No, she felt light and airy and just... happy. She practically skipped home, which was so out of character for her that she stopped herself... and then decided to just do it anyways!
And she knew the cause. Partly, it was because today was her birthday, but Emerald never used to care for birthdays. It wasn't the same celebrating her birthday at the orphanage where she grew up. There, birthdays were just... depressing. Nobody said it, but Emerald knew as well as any orphan---another year older meant an orphan was less desirable. An older orphan had less time for adopting parents to mold you into their family, more time to accrue a record for misbehavior, surliness, and theft. Less cute.
But this was a different birthday. Not just because she was a grown up now with her own life and job; it was for a reason she never could have imagined. It was because... because she had a boyfriend now, and he was just so... so different from her and the world she lived in. After she aged out of the orphanage, Emerald had found her calling, by chance, and was now training to be a ruthless, cut-throat corporate spy. But Jaune... Jaune was an elementary school teacher.
He was such a sweetheart, so kind and supportive and she knew he had the best birthday ever planned for her when she got home. He was... well, he was a complicated matter.
Ms. Fall, her boss and mentor, always told Emerald to channel her anger, her frustration at her enemies, to use it to make her strong, and Emerald... Emerald adored Ms. Fall, was awed by her, but on the other hand, Jaune told her that it was okay to be sad and okay to be weak sometimes and... and that thought was when the skipping stopped, when her happiness came to an end. Because she knew that her life was driven by two, deeply oppositional forces. Cinder Fall, the woman she admired, she so wanted to one day be, and Jaune Arc, who met her as she was and loved her for it. She loved Jaune, deeply loved Jaune, but at the same time, her feelings for Ms. Fall were... more than just admiration.
And on that unhappy thought, she realized she'd reached her front door.
She sighed. It was a nice house, but it was... suburban. White picket fences and everything---Ms. Fall had instructed her that it was best to blend in and be as unassuming as possible, and no place was more anonymous than suburbia.
Being in the house always made her think about what it would have been if she wasn't an orphan. If she grew up in a house like this with a yard to play in and her own room and... no, she wasn't going to dwell on it. Today was her birthday, and Jaune surely had something super special planned for her and she didn't want to ruin it by being sad. She knew Jaune would understand, would cancel everything just because she needed a night in to eat ice cream and feel sad, but... she really wanted to have a happy birthday with him and see what he had waiting for her.
So she put on her best smile and opened the door to find... nothing. Nothing out of place, no "Happy Birthday" banners, no lights out so her friends (well, Jaune's friends) could leap out and yell "surprise" when she turned the lights on, no-
"Young lady," she heard an icy voice cut in from the kitchen, "do you mean to tell me you wore that to school today?"
She whirled and saw... she saw...
It was Ms. Fall.
In her home.
Looking nothing like herself.
Ms. Fall was normally a professional and serious businesswoman, either in a neatly tailored suit or, when her body was to be used as a tool, a seductive red dress. But now, she was wearing a floral dress and an apron, with her hair up, and wearing... heels and a string of pearls. She'd gone from domineering businesswoman to... Stepford wife. And the anger on her face, nothing like the normal Cinder who saw emotion as a weakness. This was a housewife, angry at her... Which was when Emerald realized what she'd said... and what that meant...
Emerald realized what... what she was supposed to do here. Teenagers didn't dress like this, with a tight green crop top to show off her midriff or the booty shorts to put her ass on constant display, not in homes like this... well, that wasn't true, certain kinds of teenagers did... Emerald dropped her gaze to her shoes and replied, in her best sullen teenager voice, "It's what's popular, mom."
"No daughter of mine," she strode forward, wrathfully, "is going to be seen looking like a streetwalker in public. Go to your room, young lady! Now! And wait there until your father gets home!"
"You don't understand me!" she shouted as she stomped off to her bedroom, feeling an unbelievable thrill of what her amazing boyfriend had prepared for her. Almost disbelieving until she saw that-
That her bedroom had been completely redone.
It was... pink. Pink, everywhere, with a pile of big, fluffy stuffed animals on a princessy bed and Emerald swooned.
She tossed herself face down onto the bed in a perfect, teenage pout, feeling the nervous excitement swirl in her stomach. Oh, this was so... so wrong and yet so right! She felt a tightening bundle of nerves in her core as she heard the door gently creak open, but Emerald knew, as a sulking brat, that that was her cue to bury her face even more into her pillows at how unfair everything was!
"Hey, pumpkin," oh god, his voice was so- so fatherly! "Sounds like you and your mom had a bit of a tiff today..."
Uhhhhhn, Emerald practically creamed her panties just hearing Jau- Daddy talk to her like that. She wanted to just pounce on him right then and there, but... but she wanted to play this dirty little game even more. She was going to be difficult. She was- she was being a brat and Emerald---who grew up an orphan, who would have killed to have such trivial problems dominate her life---loved it.
"Mom doesn't let me wear anything," Emerald complained, looking up from her pillows to see- he was wearing a sweater vest! No---had to stay focused. Emerald kept up her complaint. "Even though it's what everyone at school's wearing!"
"Honey," fuuuuuuuuck, "Your mother only wants what's best for you and you know-"
"But you like it," she said, suddenly switching to a more aggressive, more seductive posture, her crop top giving her ample cleavage to show off. "You don't mind when your little girl dresses like this..."
Daddy stammered, blushing furiously as Emerald pressed closer. "You're always looking... every time I have to bend over to pick something up in my tight little shorts, every time I have to lean over your desk... that's why I wear this. I don't care about the girls at school, I only care that my Daddy likes what I wear."
"E-Em, you can't-"
Pressing her chest into his, Emerald felt her pussy moisten as she pressed her offensive, unable to stop herself from saying the words that came to her. "And Daddy likes it when his little girl dresses sexy... and I just want to make my Daddy happy..."
He was seated on her bed, putting him in the perfect place for Emerald to move to... take care f him. Kneeling between his legs, Emerald deftly undid her daddy's belt. "P-pumpkin, you don't- you shouldn't-"
"I only want to make my Daddy happy," she replied, feeling like a schoolgirl seductress, "And I know what will make you really happy."
She grabbed his unbuttoned pants and tugged, his big, hard penis just popping right out, so happy to see her! Emerald was happy to see him too, to see how big it was, proof that Daddy liked what he saw when he saw his sexy baby girl. Emerald pulled down her crop top, letting her big titties just spill out, which made Daddy very happy!
Squeezing his cock between her breasts, Emerald began to slide them up and down, enjoying the sight of his thick, white shaft wrapped between her chocolatey tits. It was a nice contrast, and it showed off how big her Daddy was that the tip of his penis could still poke through her cleavage.
"That's right, Daddy," she moaned, "Let your- let your little girl make you feel good. You deserve this, 'cause you're such a good Daddy to her. You need someone who makes you feel good, someone who isn't all mean and bitchy cause she's old and used up. You need," God, these words just came to her, "my big titties and my tight, teenage pussy without anyone judging you for it or making you feel guilty. I'll never be mean or yell at my Daddy..."
He just groaned as his cock twitched between her tits. He was close, he was so close, and Emerald felt like such a good and dutiful daughter, taking care of her Daddy's needs. Not like her bitchy mom who didn't treat him like he deserved. He wouldn't need her anymore, not when Emerald was taking care of-
"Oh God!"
Emerald looked up to see that, being so distracted by her paizuri, they hadn't noticed that the door was open.
And Mommy looked furious.
"D-dear, I can explain," Daddy stammered, "Y-you see, Em wanted-"
"I can see well enough," she spat. "Of course, the little slut finally made her move... You're too gentle with her," Ms. Fall- Mommy sneered, "And she's becoming a spoiled brat and a dirty whore!"
Emerald's eyes rolled. Oh, she was a brat, such a brat, trying to steal Daddy, and brats needed to be punished!
"Mommy!" she whined, "Daddy said I could-"
Her words were cut off as her mother grabbed her by the hand and yanked her away from Daddy's dick. In a single motion, she threw Emerald down over her knee and-
Emerald gasped out at her mommy's hand came down hard on her rump. She felt the handprint sting as the hand was removed---but only for a moment before-
Emerald wailed. But Mommy felt no sympathy for her. "So are you going to learn to behave now, or do I have to get your father to spank you!"
Oh, GOD! His big manly hand on her-
"I said!" she cried, "Are you going to learn to behave you little slut!"
"Oh y-yes, Mommy!" she shrieked, unable to mount a resistance when her ass throbbed from her spanking, "I'll be good! I'll be so good! I'm your- I'm your GOOD GIRL!"
"The little slut came from being spanked!" Mommy complained to Daddy, "She's like a cat in heat!"
"Honey," he said, softly, "Remember when you were younger? She's just going through that phase."
Mommy blushed, making Emerald squirm to see Daddy asserting himself to her, reminding Mommy that Daddy was the head of the family! "She- she has to be disciplined!" she protested, "Has to be- be put in her place and-"
"Gotta... gotta be a good girl," she drooled, looking up at her Mommy and Daddy with a lust-filled gaze. "Mmmm, gotta be disciplined..."
Finally throwing up her hands, Mommy looked to Daddy and said, "The only way she'll stop being such a brat is if you give her what she wants. So hurry up and fuck the little bitch just to shut her up!"
Emerald looked to her daddy with pleading eyes, hoping he'd give her what they all wanted... and giggled deliriously as he pulled her up from Mommy's lap and put her down on the bed! Her cheek was pressed into the fabric of her comforter, her big, spankable ass wiggling enticingly as she waited for Daddy to-
OH! To take her! She was a wet, dripping mess, and Daddy just plunged right into her, pushing her face further into her bedspread, feeling the friction against her cheek, her cries muffled by the fabric. With her hands, she grabbed two fistfuls of her blankets---she never- never thought it'd feel so good! But Daddy kept fucking her, kept fucking his princess!
"God, pumpkin," he groaned, "You're so tight!"
Daddy's big thick cock was stuffing her tight little cunny so full! Emerald gasped and whined as he pushed into her, splitting her open as Mommy grabbed her by the hair, shoved her face into her muff, and ordered, "LICK! It's a much better use for your tongue than all your complaining!"
Emerald eagerly buried her tongue in her mommy's pussy, lapping away. The taste of her juices, knowing she made her Mommy wet by being such a whore of a brat, turned Emerald on. Knowing that she was committing such an unforgivably perverse act as she plunged her tongue in, eager to get as deep into her pussy as she could turned her on even more. She just wanted to be a good girl, a good daughter, who'd get fucked by her mommy and daddy every day. She was a good girl. She was their good girl, and they loved her so much and would never, ever leave her!
Mommy tightened her grip on her hair, telling Emerald she was doing a good job eating her out. And Daddy just kept fucking her, screwing her silly as she struggled not to moan into Mommy's pussy. She felt Daddy lean forward and she heard- she heard-
Mommy and Daddy were- they were-
They were kissing over her!
Emerald's eyes rolled, overwhelmed by the attention they were lavishing on her in this perverse parody of a loving family, and yet- she felt so loved she couldn't hold back any longer! Relentlessly pounded from behind by her daddy, her mommy's hands yanking at her hair, being squeezed between her two loves, the birthday girl was brought to an explosive climax! And yet, they kept going, ruthlessly using her for their pleasure and letting Emerald know they weren't going to stop until she'd been fucked completely senseless!
She couldn't believe that had just happened.
Emerald was nestled between Ms. Fall and Jaune, "Mommy and Daddy," and she felt... she felt so many things. Loved, but in so many different ways. She felt cherished and desired and supported and just enveloped in love by the incredible reality of the two people she loved most in the world, the two most different people she knew, coming together just because they wanted her to feel loved.
She snuggled them both on the big, princessy bed, awed at how involved this plan had been. Only Jaune knew her this well, to know her secret desires that she'd never spoke of to a single living soul, whether her crush on her boss, or her secret daddy kink born out of her intense, untamable desire to have parents, and only Jaune would ever put in the sheer amount of effort to completely redo their bedroom to make her feel like a princess... his princess. Snuggling against his chest, she just felt so utterly loved and cherished, she wondered if there was anything she could do for Jaune to pay him back for being such a wonderful boyfriend.
And all the while, Ms. Fall had an arm around her... her boss, her mentor, her secret crush... Jaune had managed to somehow convince her... how could he have even done that? And yet... it felt so natural to be between the both of them, Emerald could only wonder, insane as it might sound, how they'd never done this before.
"This was... so wonderful..." she murmured.
"It was your boyfriend's idea entirely," Ms. Fall chimed in, a smile of a pleasant memory crossing her face, "He can be quite fearless when it's for your sake."
"Well," Jaune laughed, "There's nothing I wouldn't do for my Em. And Cinder? Don't think I didn't catch that you were enjoying yourself, too," he said with a teasing grin, "You're welcome to join us any time you'd like."
"Oh?" Ms. Fall said with a sudden critical look in her eye as she looked down at Emerald. She squirmed from the sudden intensity, feeling her demanding superior's gaze seem to strip her even more bare, leave her even more exposed than she was, lying naked in bed with her. "I consider that a satisfactory first effort, but if you or your boyfriend expect to impress me, you'll have to demonstrate much more than just that." Then she cracked a wicked smile. "But if you're looking to learn... I could offer some... training, this weekend..."
Jaune looked to Emerald with a smile on his face.
Best. Birthday. Ever.
Reputation was a powerful thing.
Jaune knew that very well.
People knew that he was the inheritor of the Tower of Ozpin, taking over his great uncle's wizard toward, crammed full of potent magical artifacts and Ozpin's library---possibly one of the greatest repositories of magical knowledge in the entire world. The tower itself was a potent focus of arcane energies, and that meant that, if people knew anything about Jaune at all, they knew he was in a position you did not mess with.
What those people didn't know was that Jaune only knew enough magic to know that the average spell just made everyone's life worse.
But that, ironically, enhanced his reputation. Because, without Uncle Oz running the show, the number of explosions had dropped precipitously to zero. There were no longer great, towering purple flames soaring to the heavens or multicolored bolts of lighting raining down on the nearby villages. Nobody was being turned into birds.
But people evidently weren't aware that Jaune wasn't doing it because he couldn't as much as that he wouldn't, and so his reputation became one of supreme restraint. He was famed for being a wizard who, unlike the rest of his peers in wizard-dom, was capable of calm deliberation and sensible solution, solutions that did not use magic, meaning that people who brought their problems to them never wound up with giant beanstalks erupting from their farms or their goats turning pink-and-green.
And so, with literally nothing but a storied inheritance and insufficient knowledge to know how to use it, Jaune the Wise became the most respected Judge and Mediator through all the land.
Which brought its own host of problems.
For instance, the two armies camped out on his lands.
Gazing down from his tower, he saw that they were careful to respect his demands that they keep a healthy distance from the tower and from each other. He'd threatened any trucebreakers with fireballs and had brandished his uncle's Staff of Meteors to make sure they knew it wasn't an idle threat. They didn't need to know that the Staff wasn't built by a man who considered aiming a virtue, and that the fucking thing would just, according to his uncle's notes, spray overcharged fireballs in absolutely every direction, reducing pretty much everything and everyone---probably including Jaune---to cinders.
So he was really hoping nobody called his bluff.
That was his day-to-day, of course, hoping to stay a few days ahead of people getting wise to his ruse, but this time, Jaune was really starting to wonder if making it to tomorrow with his reputation intact was something entirely beyond his skill. And, looking at the vast rows upon rows of tents, bristling with soldiers, he could tell that the price of his failure would be very high.
Atlas and Vale were the two biggest Queendoms in the area, and their armies were powerful. A war would be disastrous for everyone, and so cooler heads had convinced the Queens to agree to a sitdown that would be mediated by the greatest mediator in Remnant... Jaune. A title he had made no effort to seek, and yet, reputation had earned it---and the sky high responsibilities---for him. At least he knew nobody would truly blame him if he failed---Queen Winter and Queen Ruby hated each other, famously.
Why, he wasn't sure. Or at least, why it had started. But this was the end result of years of back and forth retaliations that everybody saw where it was heading and nobody seemed to know how to stop. Even though they were, as far as Jaune could tell, decent, competent, even noble leaders, they were just... not so much when it came to each other. And so it became a great conundrum: a problem that seemed easy on paper, but in practice...
With a groan, Jaune sat back down in his uncle's old chair: the one piece of his inheritance Jaune legitimately agreed was as good as Uncle Oz thought it was. As he leaned back into the well-cushioned chair, he felt a familiar pair of hands begin to massage his shoulders.
"You seem stressed, Master," a calm, but caring, voice told him from behind.
"Thank you, Glynda," he replied, "but I'm fine, there's no need for-"
Her voice suddenly turned forceful. "Master," she lectured him, "you need to take care of yourself."
She came around to the other side of the chair, revealing her busty figure squeezed into a tight maid's outfit, buttons strategically undone to maximize his view of her cleavage. Her hair was perfectly styled into gentle blonde ringlets, and Jaune noticed how they bounced as she knelt beside him (and he was looking at them not to notice how... other parts of her also bounced).
"It's not that... simple," he said, trying to get the conversation back on track and not where Glynda obviously wanted it to go, "There's a lot at risk here---a war could be-"
"Worrying about what could happen won't help you," she reminded him, inching forward from his side.
"It's... oh, Glyn, do we have to-"
"Let Glynda take care of you," she cooed as she popped off the button of his pants and eagerly fished his cock out of it.
When Jaune had explained to Glynda that he had no intention of doing any magic, whatsoever, she had been ecstatic to hear it, being the servant tasked with cleaning up Uncle Oz's messes. What Jaune hadn't realized, though, was that Glynda was a spirit bound to serve the Master of the Tower, and so "ecstatic surprise" was magically warped into her mind as "unconditional adoration" and, well...
It led to her lips being pleasantly wrapped around his cock at some point pretty much every day. Jaune never stopped her, because obviously he wasn't going to stop his busty blonde servant from giving him a passionate, loving blowjob, then give him a dazzling, sticky smile afterwards like she was proud of her work. Because she was. It was the highlight of her day, and Jaune knew that making Glynda happy made his life easier, he just wished there was something he could do for her where he didn't feel like he was the one getting rewarded.
Though her lips were doing a lot to make Jaune feel like he'd earned this reward. Damn it all, as a spirit of the air, Glynda understood suction on a level beyond anyone else, and the fact that she was so enthusiastic to give him head made it very difficult for Jaune to maintain any thoughts other than the sensation of her lips and tongue rapidly bringing Jaune to orgasm, taking him higher and higher, until his dick twitched and he couldn't stop himself from shooting a hot load right down her throat.
With a loud and messy gulp, Glynda swallowed his cum and gave a satisfied sigh. "Mmmmm, delicious." Licking her lips, she smiled up to Jaune... and snapped right back into being his efficient and direct personal assistant. "And I have a solution to your problem. If you would follow me to the storage chamber, there's something that might prove to be useful to you."
Jaune was... wary, to say the least, of anything in his uncle's storage chamber, but after Glynda's expert blowjob, he was too dazed to do anything but button up his pants and follow dutifully behind his maid.
Traveling down into the deeper recesses of the tower, Jaune couldn't help but shiver. Not only was the space fundamentally unnatural, seeming to descend forever into the darkness, it was also very cold. And... damp. Even though magic could easily fix those last two problems, Jaune was confident Uncle Oz simply preferred the darkest recesses of his tower to come off as creepy. But worse, Jaune could feel the residual magic prick at his skin and he hated the sensation. Other mages, wizards, and sorcerers apparently found the feeling intoxicating, but Jaune couldn't stand it, so after he cleaned up his uncle's old lab he threw everything down in storage where he could avoid being near it.
Eventually, after passing through chamber after chamber of horrible ideas and reinforced doors, Glynda led him to a crystal ball sitting on a velvet pillow.
Jaune was smart enough not to attempt to touch the... "Orb of Agreement," as it was labeled, so he instead carefully picked up the small pile of parchment next to it: his uncle's notes. Those could also be dangerous, but substantially less so than the artifact itself.
Jaune skimmed over the notes, something he was slowly learning how to puzzle through, mostly by finally starting to understand his uncle's chickenscratch and ignoring much of the extraneous details. Like the numerous other ideas he'd jot down in the margins that had nothing to do with anything, or the crude doodles of a wizard shooting lightning bolts at things until they exploded. By now, Jaune had the experience to understand what was important on the pages.
"It says that it doesn't work?" he said, glancing at the concluding notes.
Glynda, however, didn't seem perturbed. "From what you know of your uncle, what does it mean that something wasn't working?"
"That it didn't explode?" Jaune replied, sarcastically.
But Glynda just nodded. "Exactly," she said, and Jaune realized that really was exactly what it meant, "It worked exactly as expected, no sudden chaos, no unknown variables, no chickens raining from the sky, just simple, predictable functionality. And the Orb of Agreement..."
"Makes people more agreeable..." Jaune quietly answered, knowing enough of runes to see that... it looked like it did what it said on the page. This... this might be it. Yes, there were ethical ramifications, not just with the implications of magical mind alteration, but simply using one of his uncle's ill-conceived magical devices at all, but the threat of war was so dire that Jaune knew he had to get flexible with his thinking.
"Alright," he nodded, "I'll do it."
"Excellent," Glynda said with a smile that... Jaune had to admit, looked a little bit... predatory? Well, as troubling as that was, he couldn't focus on that now. He had a war to avert, after all.
Winter sat stiffly in her chair.
Jaune Arc was a hard man to read, and that put her on edge. Winter liked it when things made sense, when she could puzzle out from her available information what she needed to know, but wizards... wizards were a different breed.
Nothing about him added up, not by Winter's reckoning. Whatever he was hiding, he never seemed to slip up. Not to her informants, not to her spies, not even to the seer she hired to try to figure out what he was up to. Not ever. It was like he'd figured out a perfect way of concealing his magic---as hard as she searched, Winter couldn't even find any hard evidence that Jaune the Wise, greatest Magus in the Realm, even used magic. No one could possibly be that discreet, could be so skilled as to leave no trace of their Art, but... he could. Somehow.
And Winter knew that meant that Jaune the Wise was a man to be feared. When Queen Ruby proposed him for mediation, Winter almost had to give the little brat credit for forcing her into a bad situation. She couldn't reveal her fear of the sorcerer, so she had to assent to it and venture to unknown territory where her typical advantages didn't count for much.
Still, even without her advantages, Winter knew that Ruby Rose was scarcely a woman, and so long as she didn't get arrogant, she could easily crush the little upstart.
Besides, if this gambit failed, Winter was confident in her well-equipped and well-trained army. The disorganized rabble that Queen Ruby had gathered to her banners would be no match for her. Really, the very thought that her peasant mobs would follow a squeaky-voiced child into the field was laughable, and if she had a scrap of wisdom, she'd know it.
But there was no use in planning too much for a future that could be avoided. Their mediator had just arrived and... and he came with a companion.
Winter was a bit flustered to see Jaune's maid---she had expected that she would be the one making little Ruby feel... inadequate, but now, with this woman here, Winter was feeling self-conscious. She rather disliked the feeling, and was quite annoyed with how... casually this maid seemed to flaunt her assets. Like she knew that Jaune's eyes and thinking could no longer be lured by the strategic cleavage Winter had deployed.
But there was another orb that had Winter's attention, a weighty crystal ball held in the maid's hands.
"Your Graces," the wizard began, shifting Winter's suspicious eyes back to him, "I thank you for your decision to seek the path of reasonable compromise, rather than-"
"Winter started it!" the annoying little brat bellowed, just like the child she was.
But Winter kept quiet, knowing that the little girl's impatience would surely sour Jaune's impression of her... except that, as he responded, just raising his arms and saying they'd get to say their peace without any censure, Winter realized that she would have to step in and take a bit of control of the situation.
"Ahem," she cut in, politely---yet forcefully, "I believe it is important that we establish some necessary ground rules to prevent future interruptions."
"...Like this one?" Jaune asked.
Winter's eyes narrowed. Who did this wizard think he- never mind. Refusing to allow herself to get ruffled by the obvious discourtesy of drawing attention to her own interruption, Winter just gave a polite smile (and a quiet glare at the smug child sitting across the table from her). "My Lord, I... understand your commitment to fairness in this, but we cannot have a negotiation without setting some ground rules, first..."
"The whole point of talking to Jaune," Ruby exploded, "was that you couldn't use this place to make up a bunch of ground rules, you-"
"I didn't 'make up' any ground rules, just because you don't know the finer points of courtesy-"
"-you just don't respect me because I'm young, but I'm 19! I'm of age, and just as much a Queen as you, even if my sister left-"
"-it doesn't matter if you're 19 if you just don't act your age, you little brat! If you wanted-"
"-you're the one who attacked my realm first you-"
"ENOUGH!"
As furious as Winter was with Ruby's childish outburst, the anger of a wizard was enough to bring her attention back to their mediator. She was embarrassed to be... so caught out of sorts by Ruby's petulance, but that only made her more annoyed that she had to be brought to this meeting in the first place!
"Neither of you is behaving in a way that allows mediation! We don't need to establish ground rules, I just need you to accept that you have to wait your turn to speak. If we can't do that, then there's no point in any of this."
Winter felt her annoyance kindle at their mediator as well as his voice droned on---she very much did not like the way he was looking at her as though she was not a Queen. Particularly the only real Queen here. He could not speak to her this way, not at all!
She could feel Ruby's glare and Winter answered with one of her own. The little imp was such an aggravation! She couldn't even be bothered to pay attention to the mediator she requested, far too immature to be true royalty!
"But... I will take one of your requests under consideration, Queen Winter," Oh! She was quite pleased to hear that! "For us to move forward, I see that we must establish some... insurance for a productive meeting. I have prepared a binding spell to hold all parties to their word. Glynda? If you could present the Orb?"
The bosomy maid stepped forward with the crystal ball. At once, Winter was suspicious. Opening herself to be ensorcelled was foolishness of the highest order! "I hope you understand," she said imperiously, "that I will not consent to any such-"
"Because you're scared?" the unrefined moppet taunted.
Winter gave her a murderous look. "I am not afraid of any-"
"She's scared."
Oh, that little brat, how dare she imply- Augh!
Touching the Orb, Winter felt the warmth of the magic course under her fingers. It felt discomforting, like some kind of spiritual ooze, a stickiness that clung to her soul. But, the wizard had claimed that it would bind them to their agreements. But having shown Ruby that she wasn't afraid, she gave the little Queen a smug smile, which was met with an eye roll as Ruby put her hand on the Orb. And she...
Couldn't believe she was being so silly about Lord Jaune! The moment Ruby touched the lovely, shiny orb, Winter immediately realized that it had been a wonderful suggestion to ask the two of them to partake of the Orb. Really, the fact that she had been so resistant was just all the more reason that she needed his guidance and counsel now!
She listened attentively as he made his explanation. "There's no need for a war." Of course there wasn't, how foolish she'd been to even consider it! "A war would bring devastation to both of your lands for generations! You would gain nothing but the enmity of all people! And besides, there's no reason for you to hate each other so much! Your feuds are so minor, it's like you're looking for an excuse to fight, when peace is so much better for everyone! After all, 'make love, not war,' right?"
Yes.
He was right. He was so right. About everything. Winter had never realized that a man could be so right about everything---Jaune the Wise had surely earned his title from his incredible insight and wisdom! Looking over to her fellow Queen, Winter realized how silly it was to think about making war against her!
They should be making love instead!
Just as Jaune told them to!
Ruby smiled back at her---she was such a beautiful girl, it was, frankly, ridiculous that Winter had never thought about making love with her before---and in no time, the two of them locked lips and set to passionately making out!
"You're so beautiful..." Ruby murmured against her mouth, "So mature and elegant..."
"And you're so cute!" Winter giggled, feeling a little light-headed to be so intimate with such a darling woman, "I can't wait to play with your cute little tits once I have you-"
"I- I didn't- t-that's not what I meant!"
Winter and Ruby both froze at his objection. They didn't mean to follow his orders wrong, but they just weren't as smart as Jaune was. Winter felt terrible that- Oh, duh, they were supposed to make love to him, too!
"Or course, my Lord," Winter said with a sultry smile, "Queen Ruby and I never meant to neglect your most wondrous personage."
"Oh, of course!" Ruby giggled (how had Winter never noticed how sweet and adorable her laugh was?) "We should so be having a threesome right now to thank you for solving all of our problems and being so awesome and stuff!"
"What a wonderful idea," the beautiful busty maid chimed in, "And it's so much better than the two of them going to war---wouldn't you agree, Master?"
"I- I- Glynda, d-did you plan-"
"Master, I don't mean to chide you, but the Queens do require your attention."
Did they ever!
Winter and Ruby had both risen from their seats to rush forward to their wise, kind, wonderful guide's side, showering him in kisses. Oh, Winter felt even more amazing kissing him than she had when kissing Ruby---and she felt doubly happy that she and Ruby were both rewarding their wonderful wizard with love!
Winter felt bad for being so needy, but she just felt so grateful that his magical powers had dropped the scales from her eyes and made Winter realize what a total bitch she'd been. Especially to her cute little Ruby!
"Mmmmm," Ruby gasped as she broke away from kissing Jaune (letting Winter dive in to catch those kissable lips!), "I- I'm so sorry we were so unreasonable! We almost, mwah mwah, made a huge mistake, mwah, and you saved us!"
Winter made room for Ruby to kiss their sweet sage as she gazed at him in adoration. "I was so arrogant to think that I had it all figured out, when a wiser woman would have surely realized how much better this lovely arrangement is. Please, let us thank you for your wondrous counsel."
"I- I-" he stammered as Winter giggled. It must be something to have two radiant beauties such as they realize how perfect he was! But this was a problem that could easily be solved with more kisses!
She and Ruby traded them off, showering their most worthy Lord with love and adoration, a sure sign of their commitment to peace... but that made her realize... she had been such a terribly naughty, bitchy, rotten girl, hadn't she?
"Ruby," she said, her voice aching with sincerity, "I feel so terrible about being such a bitch and attacking your kingdom. I was wholly in the wrong, and you should get to fuck Lord Jaune first."
"B-but Winter!" Ruby protested, "You're so beautiful and experienced, and I- I was always jealous of you! You should get to fuck Lord Jaune first, I'm sure he'd enjoy it more!"
Winter shook her head, her heart aching to hear how sweet the darling little Queen was being. "But Ruby, you're so cute and lovely, and I'm sure Lord Jaune would take great pleasure in fucking your tight pussy!"
"But your boobies are so much bigger than mine!"
"But you're-" Winter stopped as she realized: They were fighting again! What naughty girls they were... Turning to Jaune, shame faced, she apologized, "I'm sorry, Lord Jaune, please, tell us which of our pussies you'd prefer to sample first."
Ruby gasped as she realized that she had been naughty as well. "I'm so sorry!" she cried, "i didn't- please, do tell us how we can make it up to you with our bodies! I'm very sorry for misbehaving so much!"
But their wonderful wizard just gawked at them in surprise and- oh! It was so simple! This was a test, to see if they could figure out how to get along!
Wrapping her arms around the sweet little Queen, Winter hugged her tight. She... she reminded Winter so much of her precious little sister. It had been so stupid of her to never realize that there was a young girl behind the other Queendom, struggling with all the hardships leadership entailed, and instead of offering her support, her encouragement... she had just been a raging bitch over conflicts that didn't matter. Just so she could feel important.
But she had to make up for that, and Lord Jaune had provided her a perfect way to do that.
"Please, my Lord," she said, "Please fuck Ruby first, I was the aggressor, and I insist that you fuck her tight little pussy posthaste!"
Ruby blushed and stammered as Winter giggled. Ruby was cute! Lord Jaune was quite lucky to have such a darling little sweetheart be so eager to strip naked for his enjoyment! Winter assisted in the disrobing as Lord Jaune gazed at her darling body, so petite and trim! "You lucky man," she whispered, spreading Ruby's legs and showing off her virgin cherry, "Almost as lucky as we are to have you."
He had no words. What man could? But his lovely maid was quick to assist, helping him disrobe and revealing his magnificent Staff, his Rod of Lordly Might, which tamed disobediently willful girls as surely as his other Staff tamed the elements! She, Ruby, and the maid all drooled to see it---from more than just their mouths!---as Lord Jaune was guided forward to their waiting embrace.
Winter had never imagined anything so perfect before in her life than the sight of true beauty, a maiden fair and a wizard wise, their bodies joined in perfect synchronicity. It was hard not to get misty eyed as she heard Ruby cry out in joy as her Lord claimed her maidenhead. She looked to her Lord's maid and whispered, "It's so beautiful..."
"Isn't it?" she answered with an understanding smile. "It's so wonderful to see you two put aside your silly feud."
"We were so foolish!" she gushed, "I'm so glad Lord Jaune could save us from our error!"
Ruby gasped out her agreement as Lord Jaune bore down on her, fucking her so magnficently that Winter couldn't help but rub her thighs together in anticipation when she would take her place beneath her natural superior.
"Allow me to help you, fair Queen."
With a gasp of surprise, she suddenly felt the maid's hands roaming over her body, her lovely, heavy, and so soft breasts pressed into Winter's back. She moaned out her thanks as the maid aided her in her masturbation, groping her chest and fingering her pussy. She was a wise woman, studying under Lord Jaune's sage guidance... she wasn't an arrogant, bitchy noble, but a maid, a true servant, what Winter should always have aspired to be for her most worthy Lord!
But even as the maid's sweet fingers plucked her like a harp, the true pleasure came in seeing her fellow Queen. There had been a time when Winter would have been infuriated to see the pleasure on Ruby's sweet face and know she was enjoying something while Winter wasn't. She'd have felt a vicious and violent need to take it, justified by whatever reasoning she could conjure up to make her avarice seem like virtue. But all that thinking ever led to was anger and isolation and fear.
Whereas now, all she felt when she looked at Ruby, her face all scrunched up as her climax built like an uncontrollable wave, was happiness. She felt happy for Ruby, that she was having the most magical first time. Felt happy for herself, her own erotic joy mingled into the moment, but even more so, happy that she wasn't a bitch. Lord Jaune had shown them a better way. And as he came, pumping Ruby full of his seed as the little Queen shrieked in pure pleasure, Winter felt such a sweet delight, she almost wondered if she really was the same woman who, only a day ago, had the most wicked schemes in mind for her darling Queen Ruby.
But now that Lord Jaune had satisfied Ruby, it was Winter's turn to offer herself to him. Taking her place on her hands and knees, her ass raised high to receive her punishment, if her Lord so chose to discipline her, Winter knew that whatever she was about to receive, all that mattered was that it came from Lord Jaune. But he was a kind and forgiving Lord, a man who treated her with a gentleness a woman like her---who nearly brought war and destruction to all the realm---could never deserve. She nearly wept with joy as she felt his Staff press against her slit... and then enter her!
Panting like a dog, she took his kindness with undisguised glee. Oh, that he had the magnificent stamina to take her so soon after Ruby... this was true magic, and as his Rod pushed into her, opening her pussy wide and open to accommodate his magnificence, pushing out the last, foolish traces of disobedience and willfulness and bitchiness until there was just- just cock! Big, hard, amazing cock stuffing her up and showing her what her true purpose was!
"T-take me!" she gasped out, "P-punish me for my arrogance and put me in my place, my perfect--- fucking perfect!--- Lord!"
He groaned, and Winter could tell he enjoyed her praise. It was wonderful, simply wonderful that she could admit her mistakes without shame because her wise and mighty Lord was so- so very forgiving!
Ruby came over, the two of them exchanging a soft look of sisterhood, of relief that they had been saved from their error... and, undisguisable, a look of love. Ruby bent forward and Winter immediately kissed her. She felt Ruby's tongue swirl in her mouth as Lord Jaune's virile cock shook her to pieces and it was heaven itself!
To think, she had been so cruel and ambitious that she had almost turned her heart to ice and forsaken the warmth of love! Ruby's kisses were more precious than anything that might have been achieved through conquest, and her submission to her mighty Wizard Lord gave her the pure and primal joy of having her pussy stuffed! This was paradise, this was- was- Oh gods above, this was PERFECTION!
Screaming with joy, Winter's entire body spasmed, unable to contain the ecstasy that came from receiving such raw, manly power. His cum spurted into her and got Winter off without even trying, it was simply that virile. Her mind was frazzled by the intensity of her climax, her legs giving way as she toppled forward, a messy, happy, extremely content girl.
What if... what if he gave them children? If he seed took root and now their Queendoms were no longer divided by war, but united into a Kingdom under the happy yoke of Matrimony? How perfectly lovely, the honor of bearing a child for her Lord Master, presenting her womb and her lands to him, alongside her lovely sister-Queen...
As her mind came back, she raised her eyes to see Ruby and her Lord. Licking her lips at the sight of that gorgeous cock, still hard and slick with both hers and Ruby's juices... Well, the least she could do was help clean it up!
She just loved being so much more agreeable than her old, bitchy self!
As she tucked the Master into bed, Glynda felt like an exceptional servant. Shame she couldn't help herself to a well-deserved reward, but she felt it was more appropriate that she not put herself in the way of the two Queens now cuddling him as he slept in their tender embraces. It was quite the lovely sight, and Glynda was quite pleased with herself at successfully pulling it off.
Yes, it was a... bit underhanded not to let him know everything she knew about the Orb. But she knew the Master's squeamishness with mind control would only stand in the way of bringing peace to the land, and she was confident he couldn't be too angry with her for what she did. And Ozpin was too... eccentric to see the value in a magical artifact that made women uncontrollably aroused towards the wizard who controlled it, but Jaune, for all his protests, never really complained about Glynda's tender care any more than he objected to the attention of his Queens.
Yes, Jaune was a much better wizard than that ridiculous man. He was a Master who, when it came to magic and women, had his priorities in the right order. He had an admirable reluctance to abuse either, something that made Glynda weak in the knees every day. And, as Glynda squeezed her thighs together, she had a very good feeling where she might happen to be on those priorities. Idly glancing towards her peacefully slumbering Master, she wondered if she might cast one more spell to top off his stamina and enjoy... no, she'd put him through enough. He'd be quite sore tomorrow from all the enchantments she'd worked to ensure he could satisfy all his desires.
But that would be a matter for tomorrow. For now, she returned to her quarters, lying down on her bed as her mind played back the pleasures she had witnessed, her hand stroking her pudenda with a lusty relish. She had been a good maid today, and she deserved a treat!
Watching Jaune-Jaune was always an entertaining way to spend a lazy Thursday afternoon. Nora had always found it relaxing, seeing chaos just... arrive on someone rather than being the instigator of it. And in Atlas, where recreational opportunities were few and far between, Nora knew to make the most of her Renny time by watching the greatest soap opera in Remnant play out, awkwardly trying to herd a pack of excitable children as they crossed the road.
"Whatcha up to?"
Nora turned to see Blake and Yang, clearly having the same idea of how to spend their Thursday. Well, not the Jaune-watching part, but definitely the "kickin' back with your special someone" part. Nora approved.
"Stalking Jaune," she said, nonchalantly.
"Aren't you supposed to be on a mission?" Blake asked with an arched eyebrow.
"Aren't you supposed to be on a mission?" Nora shot back.
Yang shrugged. "Marrow was supposed to send us the coordinates, but instead he sent us the coordinates of every mission on the docket, and... it's gonna take him a while to figure out where we were supposed to go, so Blake and I just decided to hang out while we waited on that."
"Yeah," Nora nodded in sympathy. Marrow was the Jaune of Atlas, a magnet of chaos. "Renny and I weren't feeling up to going out on a mission while it was so cold outside Mantle, so we called Tyrian and asked to reschedule."
Yang and Blake both stared at her.
Ren cut in, helpfully, "They're... friends on ScrollBook, I..." he gave them a guilty look, even though Nora had done absolutely nothing wrong, "I tried to discourage it?"
"Anyways," Nora waved their silly concerns off, "you're just in time! The Mom Squad is arriving!"
Blake was about to ask what that meant before she saw that her question was about to be answered. As Jaune herded the children across the street, the waiting mothers revealed themselves... and they revealed themselves.
Casseroles, it seemed, were no longer the token by which they plied their trade. They were well past that sort of playful flirtation by now, where everyone could pretend it was a bunch of middle aged women enjoying the naughty thrill of empty flirtation with the hunky Huntsman intruding in their ordinary lives. No, now the thirst was out, and any attempt to believe that it was only teasing had been firmly discarded as they stalked out, dressed to the nines, hair and makeup on point. Blouses were low cut and yoga pants were clinging to curves like a second set of skin. This was not how anyone dressed to pick up their kids, this was not how anyone dressed for a Thursday afternoon. This was a look of 100% pure DTF.
Nora had to admit---these moms kept it tight, taut tummies and surgeon-sculpted curves, and they stood out, even going up against the sort of women Jaune regularly hung out with: i.e. Nora and Yang. Nora wasn't even really into girls, but this parade of feminine sexuality was nearly enough to make Ren blush!
Jaune, of course, sweet, innocent, idiot Jaune-Jaune that he was, was completely oblivious to the cleavage and perfume. And he remained innocent, doing no more than blush, as the moms proceeded to crowd around him, a hungry pack of cougars who-
Wait, cougars weren't pack animals, were they? What would that be, a pride of cougars? That was lions, but did it apply to all big cats? And why were thirsty moms called cougars anyway? They were definitely predatory cats of some kind, but-
"Wow, they are just... molesting him," Yang said, her tone making it clear that what she was seeing right now---and where certain women's hands were---was beginning to cross the line from "funny" to "does Jaune need help."
Nora nodded. "Yep, they are all over him. But don't worry, their kids get bored and drag the moms away before they go too far... I mean, I'm assuming that'll hold."
A glance back at the pack, though, raised some doubts about Nora's assumptions. Usually they just all paraded themselves in front of him, strutting down the sidewalk-turned-catwalk one at a time to give him a chance to admire their individual figures, but now it was much more of a mob. Really, from the look on their faces (and the rubbing of their thighs), Jaune seemed to be in danger of triggering a MILF orgy right there in suburbia, thanks to his inexplicable ability to just trigger sexual mania in older women and...
And that gave Nora an idea that just might save all of Remnant.
"Thank you all for being here today."
Looking out over the room, Nora was impressed by how many of her friends actually showed up. If she had heard that Nora Valkyrie had an emergency presentation of critical importance, she'd be pretty wary that it might just be some wacky nonsense, but it really seemed like everyone showed! Team RWBY was there with Oscar, Penny, Marrow, and Elm had showed up to represent Atlas, and even Maria was there! Taking a nap in the corner of the room, but that was a win! The only one who hadn't showed was Qrow, and that was because he had a "meeting" with Clover.
Everyone knew what that was a euphemism for!
Or not. Nora had barged in on them once and they'd just been having an actual meeting, but Nora wasn't about to stop shipping them!
Anyways, the room seemed to have a pretty good sense of paying attention. Maybe it was because Ace Ops was here. Maybe it was because Jaune wasn't invited. Maybe it was because Nora had promised pizza, but whatever the reason, they were paying attention.
"Science," she began, "has made some incredible strides. For instance," she clicked her clicker, revealing her first slide, an image of Atlas, "flying cities. And," she gestured to Penny, "robots who are our friends. But science has also discovered many biological facts that might be the weapon we need to turn the tide in our unending war with the Grimm."
A murmur of interest in the crowd. Penny was still beaming from being called a friend, and Nora was glad to see she enjoyed that line. But there was also some anticipation, and Nora clicked to the next slide as she made her real pitch.
"Once a woman has a child," she lectured, "it triggers a number of psychological effects that are all very real and well researched." Marrow nodded sagely, either in agreement or to seem like he was following along. "But the least understood has always been the sudden, inexplicable attraction to Mr. Jaune Arc."
She clicked to the next slide, ignoring the bewildered murmurs of the crowd, especially as they reacted to the various photos of Jaune-Jaune Nora had surreptitiously acquired, in various states of undress.
"I do not believe that is factually true," Penny politely objected, "I can find no scientific evidence within the Atlesian research databases I have access to that women gain a postpartum attraction to Mr. Arc, though I do agree," she gestured to the shirtless photos, "that he may be construed as 'handsome' within normative parameters."
Weiss's response was less polite. "It's nonsense," she shook her head, "More inane nonsense from the biggest dolts on our side."
"Oh, come on, there's tons of evidence!" Yang shot back. "One, you didn't see the mom's all over him in Mantle-"
"It's a thing," Marrow chimed in, "It's... there's a reason Ironwood keeps assigning Jaune to crossing guard duty. We get complaints if it's not him."
"-and two, are you telling me you don't know about your own mother in this-"
"That's a- how dare you!" Weiss shouted, "I have-"
With a click, Nora revealed the next slide, and the whole room was bathed in the light of photos of Mrs. Schnee being way too handsy with Jaune-Jaune.
"Oh..." Weiss exhaled in horror. "Oh... Oh gods..."
Her horror was made worse as Nora kept clicking through the slides. In all of them, Jaune remained politely oblivious as Mrs. Schnee practically stroked his crotch with her hand or shoved her chest into his face, her own smoldering with naked lust.
Weiss looked to Nora with a whimper of defeat. "Turn it off, turn it off and burn the pictures," she lamented, "and I'm on board with whatever your plan is."
Score! That was the biggest problem to overcome, and she only had to psychologically scar Weiss a little to achieve it!
Turning off the projector, Nora looked to the crowd victoriously. "The plan is simple: Jaune has an inexplicable attractiveness to MILFs, and what is our primary enemy?" she asked, "Queen Salem, the biggest MILF alive. So I propose we just offer her Jaune and, now that she's able to work out her frustrations in a healthy, non-world-destroying way, she'll leave us alone!"
The reaction in the room was... mixed. Marrow seemed to be following her logic, but Elm looked baffled. Weiss was still utterly defeated, and Maria was still asleep, but the rest of the room... clearly had objections.
"I... um," Ruby blushed, "I don't know if this is the right question, but, um, isn't Salem married to Ozma? So... would this be... making her cheat on Oscar?"
"Can we leave me out of this?" Oscar asked in vain.
Particularly because Yang was the next to speak.
"Nobody here," she soothed her sister, "wants Jaune to cuck Oscar-"
"I'm not him, so I would really prefer-"
"-but we're doing this for the salvation of all life on Remnant, Rubes!" Yang said over Oscar's meek protest. "And surely, you don't mind helping your bestie get laid!"
"That is true..." Ruby murmured.
Well, sounded like a win to Nora! "So that takes care of all objections?" she asked, a big grin on her face.
"I have some-" Elm shook her head in a daze, "I can't believe I'm actually hearing-"
"So no objections! Operation OscarCuck is go!" Nora cheered.
In retrospect, a giant Doom Whale, while a dramatic fortress to bring against her enemies, did not make for great living quarters. It was... unpleasantly squishy and the sounds it made, while creepy, were not exactly conducive to queenliness. She was royalty, she was used to her castle of shadows, and now she was... basically living in a whale's guts.
But she was here to conquer a Kingdom and murder her ex again, so she had to put business before comfort here. Still, it was a nuisance. Salem didn't like being reminded that she had a more delicate side, but she liked nice things and, living in a floating monster, she was being made harshly aware that, right now, it had been a long time since she'd enjoyed herself.
Hell. When she'd started this Evil Queen business, she hadn't realized how badly she'd want a vacation from it!
But her musings were interrupted by the arrival of Tyrian. A little surprising, considering she had thought he'd been killed in action, or was that Watts? One of them had been either captured or killed... or was she thinking of the last time she invaded Atlas---oh, yes, that was what she was thinking of! Back- back... how many centuries had it been? She was really getting quite scatterbrained from all this nonsense she was putting up with.
"My Queen," Tyrian said with a bow, "I have the most wonderful news! Those fools who dare oppose your will? I happen to be ScrollBook friends with-"
"Get to the point," she glowered at her minion, in no mood for small talk.
Tyrian clammed up quickly at that. "Er..." he stammered, "They, uh, they've sent you tribute? A hostage for-"
"Ozma?" she asked with a wicked, predatory glee.
"...No?"
Dammit all, of course there was some irrelevant nonsense that they sent to propitiate her. Likely some elite Huntsman sent as a decoy to infiltrate her operation and escape with intelligence or sabotage. Well, it had been a while since she'd had the chance to torture someone, so... might as well make the best of a bad situation.
She gestured for Tyrian to lead the way, and he did so, quite deflated from what he surely thought would be a reason to be rewarded. Which made her feel a little better as she walked through the hallways of her fortress, continuously asking herself why she thought this had been a good idea. It sounded so good when she first thought of a flying doom whale, but the execution...
Either way, Tyrian had reached the room in which the prisoner was held. He opened the door for her, but Salem shooed him away. She wanted to enjoy herself with this one, and it'd be... much more difficult to do that with one of her weird followers hovering over her shoulder.
Shutting the door behind her, Salem looked over the prisoner. He... did not impress. He didn't look like a master Huntsman, though, perhaps that was the gambit? Still, he must be quite an actor to tremble so convincingly... but then again, she was terrifying.
But there was... something... about this man. Something about his... form, his body. The way she could see how defined his muscles were... and the hair, he was blond, and his hair gave him a certain... sunniness that Salem found quite... attractive. Youthful, really, he seemed to be just full of vitality that seemed to brighten the room around him and his eyes carried so much emotion... fear, yes, but she could so easily see a face like that all soft and warm, an easygoing smile on his face. He reminded her... well, he reminded Salem of her younger days, though it might be inappropriate to be thinking of that right now. She wasn't the girl in the tower anymore, she was the Evil Queen, and she was much too old to be thinking of men like that.
But still... the thought of what she was like as a young woman was hard to shake. It would be... irrational, not to mention irresponsible, for her to look at a man and think those kind of things. And surely he wouldn't- well, she did have a rather impressive figure, in her opinion, at least, and seeing how the young man's eyes moved, he seemed to agree. A thought that sent some... warmth through her body. But that was all quite silly! After all, he was... her prisoner...
As her eyes traced over his body, her tongue unconsciously licking her lips as her mind's eye conjured images of what he might look like if she was hanging off his arm at her castle, or... what he might look like without any clothing on...
It was a very clear image, actually, a very clear image indeed, his already well-defined muscles on display and giving playful hints about what might be hidden. It was bringing some other thoughts to Salem's mind, along with some other images. And it was coming to a very clear message.
Oh yes.
Mama LIKE.
With a sensual purr, Salem stalked towards her bound captive. Something about him just made her feel... several millennia younger. Not that she was old, of course! Just that... she had the sudden urge to do things that she hadn't felt a need for in a very long time. He looked so... frightened and helpless before her, tied up on a bed, bound and gagged, just giftwrapped for her, but Salem knew how to make him feel better. Mama could make him all better!
Sashaying up to him, Salem marveled at the heat she felt inside her. Just... looking at him was getting her all hot and bothered, but Salem knew she could repay the favor...
"Well..." she said in a breathy voice, "You're in trouble now, aren't you? Fallen into the hands of a wicked witch?"
Oh, he was so cute the way he looked at her so fearfully! She just wanted to wrap him in her arms, but she had to play it cool. Show him that, even for her age, she was still a sophisticated, seductive woman.
"But, I think..." oh, she felt so... so seductive as she watched his eyes dart about in a panic! And the way they lingered on her chest, oh! She felt like such a cougar!
"Mommy can make you feel all better."
Oh his eyes lit up at that! Salem felt her pussy clench at the way he looked at her she pressed her heaving chest into him. She knew she had him, and fuck if it didn't feel amazing to have a young man look at her like that. It made her feel- she felt so hot, so desirable!
"Oh yes," she purred, struggling to not jump him right there, "You like Mommy's breasts, don't you? You want Mommy to take care of you?"
The young man seemed to be caught between disbelief and desire, but with a little shake, Salem helped him make up his mind. His eyes went wide as he furiously nodded his assent.
"Good boy," she said, running her fingers through his hair (it was so thick and so blond, she loved it!) as she reached for his gag with one hand and with the other... it took only a wave of magic to dissolve her clothing and let the young man get a look at her glorious nakedness.
She was thousands of years old, a divorced mother of four, and yet, the look on this boy's face told her she was still a knockout. And Salem drank in his admiration. How was- how was he doing this to her! She was an ancient sorceress, the wicked Queen of the Grimm, but right now, she felt as giddy as a schoolgirl, only mixed with the gratitude of an older woman.
Pressing her boobs into his face, the young man did not hesitate to oblige, wrapping his lips around a nipple and showering her in attention. "Oh, baby," she moaned, "Ohhhhhh, yes, suck on Mama's boobs, she loves what you're doing to her!"
But more. She needed more, more! Magic snapped his bonds and another spell turned his clothing to dust because Salem had never been a patient woman, and right now, she was feeling hornier than she had since before there were Kingdoms. She was not wasting time now!
Crawling over him, Salem moaned in pleasure as he hungrily sucked at her nipple, and with his hands free, he grabbed at her wide hips, making Salem struggle to remember when was the last time she felt so alive. How had she never had the thought to get herself a boytoy before now... but as the young man's fingers sank into her supple flesh, Salem realized that there really was something remarkable about this one. Looking down at him, his eyes closed as his teeth playfully grazed her nipple, he just looked so- so scrumptious that she felt compelled to spoil him.
A sudden bite made her squeak out, "Oh! Oh my, someone's enjoying himself... but Mommy has needs too, dear." Grinding her slippery pussy against his cock, she could feel what she needed. He was so... so hard and eager and her eagerness was intoxicating! Salem needed to feel like this always! Goodbye centuries long dry spell, hello-
OH GODS!
To this amazing cock! Salem actually giggled as it slipped right in. How had she- how had she ever cared about conquest when a young man like this could make her feel so good! His cock was thick and she felt it inside her, her hips rocking as she moaned and pleaded with him to make Mommy feel good. And he did, he did and he did and he did, burying his face in her chest as his dick just pounded her!
Oh gods, oh gods, he made her feel so- so young! Oh, she needed this, she had needed this so badly and oh, was he giving it to her! Her body was on fire, her pussy clamping down on his dick while he suckled on her nipples and made her feel so alive! Young men- oh, she was such a fool, why did she ever care about a stuffy old fart like Ozma when men like this were in the world!
She was- she was certainly going to let him know- she was going to let the world know that Queen Salem could still get it! That she might predate the Kingdoms, but she still had a body that could get it, regularly, from a cut stud. Ohhhhh was she ever getting it now! She was- she was going to parade him around, let everyone see her with a man on her arm. She'd- she'd hold a peace summit! All of Remnant would have to be there, and they'd all see that Salem was- was- oh fuck- she was still the Queen and still fucking hot and could still fuuuuUUCKING GET IT!
With a powerful shriek, she hit her climax, her first orgasm since the prehistoric, and it was an amazing one. Youthful vigor and stamina didn't let up, even as Salem felt her climax knock the wind out of her. He was going wild on her, and Salem felt so... so proud that her body could drive a man to such extents. As he grunted and groaned, clearly coming close to his own epic release, Salem held him tight.
"Go ahead," she whispered, "Cum in Mommy's pussy. She wants it so bad." It was true. She wanted to feel his hot, sticky cum flood her, to feel it drip down her legs as it oozed from her well-stuffed snatch. She wanted- she wanted him to- oh, she didn't know if it counted, but she wanted him to cuckold the old bastard so badly!
"G-gaah!" he cried, his voice muffled by Salem's boobs, and he released inside her and oh glory, it was everything Salem had hoped it might be! Her eyes rolled as she received a wave of warmth and contentment spreading through her entire body.
How... how had she... She just, out of nowhere jumped him like a horny... but she just looked into his eyes, seeing them again since she shoved her boobs into his face and the awed, appreciative way he just looked at her made Salem feel... so grateful that she didn't even begin to mind that his baby blues could turn her into an out of control cougar.
With a pleasant groan, Salem rolled off her young lover, whimpering slightly as she felt the head of his cock withdraw from her. Mmmm... did she ever feel delicious as she felt his cum just slosh inside her... and his cock was still standing so proud and tall, hardly even diminished by their coupling. Making her wonder how far he could go...
Which made Salem feel... well, perhaps some of her little cub's eagerness had rubbed off on her! Her pussy felt so empty without her cute young thing's sword inside her, and she knew he had the stamina for more. And she could do more... do so much more. An older woman could teach her paramour some things, after all... and Salem knew some things that hadn't been used in a bedroom since the days she last ruled Remnant as a Queen!
"Okay," the young man exhaled, "Okay, that was... that was really good."
"Mmmm..." she concurred, "But let's see how good round two is gonna be."
"Wait, wha-"
But a cougar had no time for protest, not when she could pounce.
No matter what Yang said, what Blake was doing wasn't anything that should be called "stalking."
Was she following Jaune around? Yes, she would be happy to admit to it. Did he know she was following her? Again, she was proud to admit to that: she wasn't Beacon's top ninja (and if Lie Ren said otherwise, she would tell Nora he had feelings for her) for nothing. If she didn't want to be seen, she wasn't going to be seen. But does that make it stalking? Obviously not: this was all rather sensible behavior, proactive, really. She wasn't some obsessed teen with a secret crush, she was merely making sure that Beacon's worst fighter was safe from the various dangers that inevitably came about when a group of superpowered teenagers were brought together
She was more like a guardian angel, really. Someone who made sure Jaune was safe, and bullies who were attempting to blackmail him woke up on the roof, hogtied and with a note to back off written in blood pinned to their chest. "Stalking," really now---if she was some obsessed lunatic, then how come she was so okay with Jaune's romantic interest in other women! A crazed stalker would have knifed Weiss a hundred times by now, but Blake was a modern woman who understood that Jaune's interests and desires should be respected, and Blake was perfectly fine with Weiss living with them as their maid, or in some other capacity in their home, once she and Jaune were married.
And Pyrrha and Ruby, they could be concubines with no problem from Blake's perspective. Yang couldn't, because she kept calling Blake a stalker, but that was because Yang kept accusing her of being a stalker, not because she was a stalker!
And Velvet could...
Well, that got to the whole reason why Blake was maintaining her current observational position on Jaune. Velvet presented a... unique problem for Blake, in that, being a Faunus, and with the hearing of a rabbit Faunus at that, Blake couldn't follow as well as she could when Jaune was with other people, and so, suddenly, there were a number of gaps in her knowledge, specifically when it came to where Jaune was when he was with Velvet and that was a problem.
This was no idle matter: Jaune was her (soon-to-be) boyfriend, and these absences provided unknowns, uncertainties, unsettling moments where her mind treacherously provided a hundred images of him with Velvet, the seductive bunnygirl revealing that all the rumors about rabbit Faunus were true.
And Blake was allowed to say this: they were.
She, of course, was alone in her concern. Yang, an easy mark for Velvet's whole act, refused to even entertain the idea that the shy little bunny could even imagine doing anything inappropriate. Ruby didn't understand her implications, and Yang made it clear she wasn't to elaborate, and Weiss scoffed at the idea that Velvet was even voluntarily spending time with Jaune. When pressed on what she meant, Weiss chose to imply the most awful lies about dear, sweet, harmless Jaune, and, well, if somebody's diary happened to be left on Yang's bed, Blake knew nothing about it.
Pyrrha, the one person Blake knew who actually had her head on right, did share Blake's concerns, and, sensibly, didn't ask questions on why Blake had so many photos of Jaune with Velvet, but she didn't understand the urgency. She was clearly worried about what treachery Miss September was doing to her team leader, but she insisted that it was Jaune's choice to do whatever he was doing and they should respect it.
She was always so passive about everything---so it fell to Blake to take the role of protecting her man. Because Velvet... there was something going on with Velvet, something untoward, and not just in the way she clearly wanted to hop right into bed with him. Like right now, as Blake was following her, she was leading Jaune not to a secluded corner for her perverse intentions, but... leading him away from Beacon. Leading him into the woods.
Blake didn't like that. Not ever, but not this late at night! She especially didn't like that Jaune didn't have any objections to this---Jaune was a gentle and delicate boy who needed to be protected! Outside of Beacon, he was in grave danger, and yet... he just followed her. Except... his footsteps---Jaune wasn't the most sure footed (because he was a sweetheart who had no need to be cruel and vicious!) but this was... this was not Jaune's normal walking pace.
She- had she drugged him?
Blake, for all her very well-grounded suspicions regarding hussies, didn't want to think it was possible, but... the more she watched, the clearer it was that something was up. Something dangerous. Something that made Blake worry. She should intervene, but... but curiosity got the better of her. She had to know what was happening here, so she followed, keeping her distance to not be spotted, but following nonetheless.
Into the woods.
And not just any part of the woods. Blake had never seen this part before. It was a thick and unwelcoming region of the Emerald Forest, but Velvet seemed as confident and sure-footed as if she was traveling down a sunny path through a meadow. She seemed fearless of Grimm as she guided Jaune along, his stumbling footsteps confirming to Blake that he was clearly in an altered state of mind. As they went further into the woods, Blake realized that mists were growing thick and... and an uneasy feeling came to the pit of Blake's stomach as they broke into a clearing.
The trees seemed ancient here, and yet... nothing grew within this small, empty patch. Well, not empty---a stone slab stood at the center, but... no, it wasn't a slab.
It was an altar.
Were those... tentacles carved into the side? It wasn't a pleasant looking altar, not that many stone altars in the woods were, and then she saw the manacles...
Frozen in disbelief, Blake was unable to prompt herself to do anything as Velvet guided Jaune onto the altar, whispering in his ear the whole time, and chained him to it. Not that Jaune seemed to notice the incredible danger he was in---Velvet didn't seem armed, but there was a good chance she could be hiding some kind of crazy snake dagger or something on her person. And even if she wasn't going to carve out his heart and offer it to the moon, this was incredibly freaky and Blake felt that she had to step in, now.
But a sixth sense warned her to hold back, and she was lucky she listened to it. Because as she prepared to confront Velvet, two more figures approached from the mist, wearing black, hooded robes. Blake was... starting to get the feeling that she'd stumbled upon something much, much bigger than she suspected at first.
"Sisters," Velvet said to the cloaked figures, her voice far more commanding than Blake had ever heard it, "Let us begin the rite..."
"Y'am-hattak," the figures said in some unholy language as they removed their cloaks, letting them drop to their feet, and revealed...
Winter Schnee and Cinder Fall.
And they were naked.
Blake's jaw dropped, at both revelations, as Velvet wriggled out of her own clothes. W-Weiss's sister and the weird girl from Haven? Would- how did- of anyone to be in a strange woods cult... This was- this was insanity! Were they going to-
Yep, they were stripping Jaune's clothing off too. Blake had stumbled into some kind of insane sex cult that had members in Atlas and Mistral, who drugged young men, brought them into the woods, put them on altars, and, if she was lucky, just had sex with them and didn't slit their throats. Oh hell, she was in-
Oh, hell...
Velvet had removed Jaune's pants and- and holy shit. In all her stalking, Blake had never seen- she couldn't- it wasn't-
How did he hide that thing?
Practically a third leg, long and girthy, and it just... Blake knew her mouth was hanging open and she just couldn't get herself to close it, even as she felt herself salivate at the sight of it, like a cat looking at a dangling string. It was like a magnet, like her eyes were locked onto it and couldn't be taken away! She might have lost all track of time and space if it wasn't for the fact that the Cock was removed from her sight as Velvet placed herself between Jaune's legs and began to suck it!
Not that- not that it was something she could easily do! Velvet's mouth seemed far too small to do more than kiss it, but in her devoted worship, she slowly took more and more of Jaune's girth into herself. It was... hypnotic, in a way, the mind-numbing chanting paired with the rhythmic motion of Velvet, her ears bobbing with each motion. Seeing with each bob how Velvet's lips traced a little further down, then back up, then further down, then back up, again and again and again and-
Did her eyes- was it possible?
Faunus sight gave Blake a perfect view of what was happening even in the mist-shrouded darkness, but she refused to believe it! Even as, before her very eyes, Blake saw the bodies of the cultists... change. As Velvet's head bobbed up and down, it was like an air pump, each stroke making- making the cultists' breasts bigger! They sighed in pleasure as they chanted in that strange language, their boobs inflating and their hips widening. With every bob, the three women becoming curvier and curvier, their tits becoming like basketballs---then beach balls! Their hips and thighs swelling thicker, their bodies becoming parodies of femininity! Some teenage boy's wet dream, beyond any possibilities of nature!
She felt- oh gods- now she felt a tightness in her own chest! Her jeans felt- she had to get out of here, now! But the sight of Velvet's head bobbing so joyfully on Jaune's cock, her ears flooded with the ecstatic chanting of Cinder and Winter, it all left Blake powerless to do anything as her bra snapped and her shirt stretched tighter, her hips widening until she was becoming like some ancient fertility idol, like- like them!
Her eyes rolled with that thought. If she was- if she was like them, wouldn't she get a turn? A turn to worship, to submit, to impale herself on His Majesty?
It sent a pulse into Blake's core, a core that stretched eons back, back before civilization in a time primeval where her ancestors were simple creatures of nature, compelled by their baser instincts... instincts long suppressed but never forgotten, not even as generations pretended they had been banished to the past.
An instinct to mate and breed.
Her rational mind crumbled, just like the fabric in her shredded clothing, before the power of untold generations of fecundity, any illusions she had of herself as an individual and not the latest issue of a species, the finger of a genetic conspiracy to multiply and reproduce dissipated into so much air.
She stumbled forward on legs animated more by primal need than will, heedless to the threat of being discovered, indeed, desirous to be seen, to be accepted... to be wanted by the women she now recognized as her sisters in worship. They did not see her---of course, how could they, when they could behold Velvet's ministry upon the altar---as she joined their throng, mumbling chants alongside them she did not know, and yet, could speak with ease.
Drooling now, drooling just like her sisters as they groped their own bodies, turning them into instruments of their worship and praise, their chants accompanied by their orgasmic moans. Blake watched with hungry desire, a desire that hollowed out all within her, as Velvet took the Cock all the way to the base, a tingle of magic in the air letting Blake feel the pressure building in those churning balls, each one a priceless treasure, the birthplace of His Seed, and then-
He released.
Blake tumbled to the ground, screaming in rapturous ecstasy alongside her sisters, a climax greater than any previous lover could dream of giving her. How foolish, how ignorant she was to believe that she could achieve more joy in pursuing her own pleasure when she was now so much more than any one person could ever be, linked in this insatiable need and profound desire.
Velvet turned, licking her lips, letting her sisters behold the sacred Emission in her mouth before swallowing it. Blake's boneless legs jiggled as she felt the shudder of magic crackle through the air, seeing Velvet's body blessed beyond what they had already been blessed with.
"Sisters," Velvet said, her engorged tits now leaking milk, perfuming the air her sweet and heady scent, "Our Lord has sent us a new acolyte..."
"K'ya-hattak," Cinder and Winter mindlessly droned in response, their eyes transfixed, longingly, on the white trails slowly tracing from Velvet's nipples. Velvet approached Blake, an idle thought that she might be rewarded as the first to drink tingled in what once was her mind, only for Velvet to lean forward and offer something better.
"Ride him," Velvet whispered, "Submit to the natural order. Receive his blessing, and we shall see if, at long last, we have found a worthy vessel for The Seed."
Blake moaned as she staggered forth, her motions jerky, her arms and legs unable to move in more than a desperate crawl, but her need too great to let her response be slow as she climbed, puppetlike, upon the altar, beholding the Cock that had rewritten her entire existence... and would rewrite her again.
Her body had been made more suitable for this task, a blessing to permit this Blessing, and Blake did not hesitate in her task, for there was no time to hesitate now, plunging herself down upon the Cock and letting it pierce her.
Her ecstasy was indescribable. No terms existed in the woefully inadequate books she once treasured, no cognition in her mind could possibly encapsulate this feeling. So she cast cognition aside, embracing the blissful mindlessness as she allowed her Lord to empty her out of all unnecessary things and fill her with His GIFT!
The words, unbidden, came to her lips, "Y-Y'AM-HATTAK XI'JAUNE ARC!" Her words were echoed by the surrounding cultists, not that she heard them. Blake's body and mind were entwined with the body, with the magic, with the infinite history of reproduction and mating and sex!
The Seed. She needed The Seed!
Every nerve fiber, every molecule of her body vibrated with a simple truth, that she must receive his Blessed Emission, must cradle it within her, must discover if she was worthy to bear His Gift! With every thrust more truth was poured into her emptied mind, the truth that obliterated her silly assumptions of what was and was not. There was no Jaune Arc and she was not His friend. No, she was far too meagre to ever be something like that, and He was the unknowing mask of a God, though the word was too puny to contain His magnificence, who was not yet fully born into the undeserving world. A worthy Vessel, what she must strive to become, was needed where His Seed could take root and bring about His Reign. Blake chanted wildly as the thrusts further remade her, remade her into her proper self!
Behind her Cinder and Winter had latched onto Velvet's tits, greedily drinking their fill of her inexhaustible oceans of milk, their fingers plunging into each others and their own pussies as their minds were swept away in the perverse magic of the ritual. More sex. More pleasure. That was their command, and they carried it out without thinking. If Blake could hold a thought in her head, it would be consumed with lustful thoughts of her teammates, her friends, every woman she knew submitting to this pure and holy Truth that was inside her.
Her chants had become ululations, crying out at the top of her lungs as her thrashed, her body merely a tool of the sacrament, her pleasure irrelevant, all that mattered was becoming empty, becoming worthy, becoming The Vessel of His Seed!
Blake's consciousness, her very existence, shattered. In that moment, she was blessed with the cosmos itself flooding into her, incomprehensible Truth that exceeded her mortal comprehension, shattering all sense of cause and effect, banishing her pathetic conceptions of time and space into the infinite void of chaos. Forbidden knowledge poured into her mind, and vanished just as swiftly, her cognition wholly banished so that she might better receive The Seed. It, too, poured into her, flooded her, reshaped her, as she received it, wholly blank and open to its flood.
But time returned, the ecstasy flitting away, leaving Blake's consciousness slowly rebuilding as she... she felt... felt her body... deflate.
With a gurgle, she slumped off her holy and blessed Lord, feeling her body sadly return to her lesser form. She was not... she was not worthy to be His Vessel.
Shame blossomed within her breast, but... as her body returned to that of lowly Acolyte Blake Belladonna, she knew that she had no choice in the matter, and it was foolish to think of this as though she might have been the one He chose.
"Alas," her High Priestess Velvet said with a sigh, "it seems we have yet to find the Vessel for our Lord's Seed... but," she grinned to her acolytes, coming out of their lustful haze, "did you not feel His Presence tonight? My visions were true! Our Lord desires more, more to serve Him, and as we expand His flock, He shall expand us, expand us with His Blessed Offspring!"
They looked up with rapturous delight, echoing "Y'am-hattak!" in joyful agreement. But their rapture, eventually, was replaced by more ordinary demands, their minds returning to the fore. Cinder, Winter, and Velvet redressed, occasionally giving an approving smile to Blake, who, lying next to Jaune on the altar, was still wholly unable to find a will to animate her body.
The High Priestess continued, "I shall 'return' our Lord to His ordinary life, none the wiser of the power He contains, nor our service to Him. Cinder, would you mind helping Blake return to hers? I can see that she... won't be able to redress herself," Velvet said, taking a glance at the shredded remains of Blake's clothing. "It was a blessing that our Lord delivered her to us---I was starting to worry about her snooping."
Blake felt a tingle of shame that she had caused problems for her High Priestess, who had been so kind and generous to her, even in her ignorance. She knew she had a debt, that she owed Velvet some repayment, but how...
But as her mind struggled to put together complex thoughts, the rest of the cult had moved on to discussing other matters.
"Your 'sister' seems to be quite the heretic," Cinder said, tauntingly, to Winter.
Winter stiffened, slightly, from the attack. "She will learn her place beneath Him," she replied, briskly, "but once my mother has been gifted with The Seed, she and I will be able to wrest the SDC from my father's hands, and I have many promising Specialists who trust me implicitly---we'll take Atlas with no difficulty. While your plans with the Queen are...?"
"Progressing at schedule," Cinder snapped back, "We knew she was a paranoid and reclusive, it will take time and we will need more sisters in order to-"
"Sisters," Velvet interrupted authoritatively, "It is unwise to fight... take inspiration from our newest sister," she said, gesturing towards Blake, "see how blissfully open her mind is to the cosmos... no pride, no arrogance, merely the desire to be fruitful and multiply..."
It was true. Perfectly, wonderfully, and serenely true... but her High Priestess's words stirred a thought in Blake's mind, a way to repay her... and to aid her sisters in their tasks.
"My- my mother," Blake rasped, "We can- we can induct my mother... she would trust me... ask no questions..."
"Oh?" Cinder raised her eyebrow, "And what good would she do?"
"She's- she's the Chieftain's wife... Menagerie," words of delicious treason spilled from Blake's lips, "Influential... knows Sienna Khan... the Faunus... will serve..."
Speaking more was too difficult, the thought of all Faunuskind fertile and enlightened to the Truth, their tits leaking, their bellies swollen with the esoteric wisdom of The Seed, brought Blake to a moment of ecstatic rapture that her exhausted body was hardly capable of handling, a reminder that only her truly emptied mind could even handle a memory of this experience.
"Very good, sister," Velvet said sweetly, "You shall bring great pleasure to our Lord, and He shall gift you as assuredly as He shall gift us all."
"Y'am-hattak," the trio said.
"Y-y'am-hattak," Blake rasped in response. Words that she had said many times, but now knew the true meaning of, even as the language eluded her.
May we be bred.
Sometimes, she felt like a stalker.
She shouldn't, there was a world of difference between a "stalker" and a "person who stalks," which, putting it in those words, sounded crazy, but May knew that there really was a huge difference! Stalkers were weird creeps, obsessives, and sex perverts, while she was a sniper. It was her job to follow people and observe from a distance, find patterns of behavior to exploit, but good luck explaining that to anyone.
Fortunately, the one thing May was actually good at was being unseen. As a Huntress and as a student, she made herself be so unnoticed and forgettable that nobody really remembered she was there when their eyes weren't on her, and did everything she could to minimize the amount of time anyone's eyes were on her.
She wore a puffy striped jacket and a black beanie low on her face to make her seem like she was just some girl, formless and unremarkable, avoiding eye contact as much as possible. People were better seen through scopes, in her opinion, far enough away that they couldn't see her. Talk to her. Judge her.
Even when they didn't look like the type. Oh, sure, she'd been told all her life, "They just want to be friends," or "How can you know someone's going to be mean until you talk to them?" But May knew. May knew, if they got close... no matter how nice they appeared... they would be.
As much as her current target was making her think maybe he wasn't like that...
She'd been stalking him for a while now. Jaune Arc. Valean Huntsman, mostly notable for being partnered with Pyrrha Nikos. He was a mystery---May couldn't figure out what he offered a girl as accomplished as Nikos, and she wasn't so naive to believe that it was something so sentimental as "friendship." Not to a girl as flawless as Pyrrha. Those girls were always mean. But watching them... watching them, it was starting to become clear that what he offered her was... was something May struggled to acknowledge as real, but-
But she couldn't deny what she was seeing.
He made her feel normal.
May saw the loneliness in Nikos's eyes, and recognized it immediately. She also saw how that loneliness went away when she was around Arc, and she hated how easily it just seemed to vanish. He was... he was something like May had never really seen before. Someone who was so open and understanding and guileless that May... May started to have doubts.
She felt a pain in her chest, but... but it wasn't emotional. No, it was a reminder, a note that she had to leave, now, and go take care of an issue. Something very, very pressing.
The reason she wasn't normal.
May slunk back to a bathroom, a one-person bathroom, with a door that locked. She knew that she needed the locked door for this as she braced herself at the sink and unzipped her jacket and then... took off her shirt.
Unbinding her breasts, she felt them just flop out of their restraints as soon as they could. They weren't breasts, really, no one would call them that. They were udders. Fat, cowlike udders strapped to her chest, making her look like a total freak. They were so... disproportionate on her slender body, so huge and ungainly, she couldn't look at herself in the mirror without blushing, seeing her weird inverted nipples and thinking about how her stupid condition gave her a body that was only good for fetish porn... and worse, the reason she needed to unbind them...
She saw how big the wet spots were on her bindings, the white milk already starting to dribble down her chest. They just... they just lactated constantly, and the milk would build up inside her oversized breasts until they needed to be relieved through her hands. Grabbing two handfuls of her excessive titflesh, she massaged them, hoping to ease their soreness and release the pressure inside.
Back at Shade, May sometimes had help. Not from her teammates, she would sooner die than let the boys know about her... condition, but she had a confidant in Dew Gale. It was... risky, the rest of NDGO, if they learned that May was a blue-ribbon heifer under her clothes, would be merciless, but Dew wasn't like that... when she was on her own. When she was with her team, she... wasn't as nice, but alone, she sometimes helped May out...
She didn't like to think of it as milking her, but... that's what it was. And as her own fingers squeezed and tugged at her breasts, trying to relieve the pressure, May wished Dew was here, now, to help her out because her hands were never able to get the right angle. It was so shameful, so humiliating, but it was true. She was a cow, a fat cow of a girl who needed someone to milk her, and the knowledge that she couldn't hide this... kept her from getting close to anyone. Because once they found out... they'd know what a freak she was.
So May stuck to stalking. As a sniper, as a wallflower, she knew there was nothing more important than making sure nobody noticed lonely, needy May Zedong. It was better that way.
Unsteady spurts of milk, far from the constant streams she enjoyed from anyone else's hands, sprang from her nipples. It wasn't good, but... it relieved the pressure. Relieved it enough that May could breathe as she made sure to take care of all of it. She should just buy a breast pump, but how to explain a machine like that, to her team... the very thought made her cringe with mortification. No, no, this was better. There wasn't... there wasn't any way other than this.
But as her time at Beacon continued, May found her stalking become... more driven. Or, better put, that she got closer, physically, to the target that had slowly eclipsed all others.
May could see the effect he had on Pyrrha, could see the innocent kindness on his face, and she, like a moth to a flame, couldn't pull herself away. Even as surely as she knew she could get burned. She got closer---at first, just in a literal sense, no longer hiding herself as she spied on him, but then... she started talking to Jaune. And their conversations just confirmed that he was everything he appeared to be, everything May knew not to expect in a person.
But she couldn't deny it. And she couldn't pull away. And soon, it felt like she was talking to Jaune every day. He was just so easy to talk to! Nothing at all like other Huntsmen, Jaune was just... so open and accepting and good humored about everything. And humble. He denied it, when May brought it up, blushing, looking away, and admitting that humility was something he had to learn fast at Beacon, but May didn't understand it. She didn't ask, of course, clearly seeing that this was something Jaune felt ashamed of, but it was just one of the many mysteries surrounding Jaune that just drew May further and further in.
How did someone like him ever end up at Beacon? Most students came out of combat academies so familiar with the pecking order that even if they weren't at the top, they knew that it was the way things were. Even nice students were always sizing each other up, but Jaune... he wasn't like that.
Like, today, she was talking with him about strategy, and even though she knew that she was risking so much doing so---he was on a rival team, on the team to beat, considering that Pyrrha Nikos was his partner---she couldn't stop herself. He was so attentive and helpful, nothing at all like anyone she'd ever met before, that she couldn't help but feel safe with him. That Jaune wouldn't use this against her. He just... wasn't like that.
He laughed as he described how he and...
Oh no. Not now, not now!
She felt the- the pressure in her chest, the telltale swell that told her that she was about to feel like the oversized balloons on her chest were liable to burst! She'd been so distracted by Jaune, she'd ignored every warning sign until now, she had to make an exit, come up with some humiliating excuse, and leave Jaune's company to go to a bathroom stall and milk herself. Because if he found out, he'd...
He'd... Of course he would... he'd judge her. Mock her. Call her a freak and...
But he... Jaune was different. Sweet. Kind. He wouldn't- wouldn't judge her just because her body wasn't... wasn't normal.
"Are you okay?" he asked, picking up her obvious discomfort.
"A-actually," she blushed. Now or never, a wellspring of undiscovered courage somehow springing up with her. "Um- it's... I could use your help, but it's a little... personal."
Jaune's suddenly serious face buoyed May's confidence. He... he knew how important it was to her. He knew that she was sensitive about the issue she was about to tell him. And he wouldn't- he wouldn't-
She could trust him!
"J-just follow me, t-to the bathroom," she stammered, leading Jaune to the JNPR dorm's small washroom. Once inside, she looked to him fretfully... only for his soft gaze to magically reassure her. It was almost like his eyes were enough to relieve the tension... but not the pressure inside her. Her nipples were already starting to hurt, and she couldn't wait much longer.
"Okay, so... I have... a disorder that causes me to..." blushing, blushing, blushing terribly, but she continued, "to lactate. Constantly. A-and I n-need some help, relieving, um, the pressure inside."
But Jaune... just nodded. Sympathetic, understanding. He would help. "Just tell me what you need," he said.
May almost wanted to cry, but now it was really starting to hurt as she removed her jacket, her shirt, and... and Jaune saw her bindings. Saw the two dark, wet spots on them. She began to unroll them, to-
FLOP!
Once again, her ugly, fat, useless udders just flopped out like the cow teats they were! May gasped in horror, knowing that her oversized mammaries made her into little more than a slutty cartoon of a woman that deserved only-
"What do you need me to do?"
She looked to Jaune in surprise to see he looked... concerned. Worried for her, but resolute to help.
"J-just take your hands," she said, her voice a disbelieving whisper, "a-and grab my, um, my breasts and, um, and t-tug on them, to let the milk out..."
"Okay," he said.
Feeling his strong hands running over her chest, May struggled to keep back a moan. He was just so... so everything! His hands were strong, but gentle, he was understanding, he didn't think she was weird, and he was making her feel so good with just his touch. She turned her head to look back at him with a look of her purest gratitude, but before she could say anything, he gripped her tight and two streams of white milk sprayed forth, splashing the sink in twin jets.
This time, she really moaned. She couldn't hold it back! The relief that she was being properly milked after having to take care of herself for so long... and Jaune, he was so much better than Dew at this, not just from his skillful touch, but because May had no reason to be afraid of him. He wasn't one of Nebula's cronies, even a reluctant one, but a kind, sweet man who just saw that she needed help. She felt... she felt so safe with his hands on her chest, so protected, she almost wanted to cry in relief.
He was draining all the milk away, and with it, her anxieties, her fears, her sense of awkwardness and isolation... and it felt so good. May hadn't realized at first, too caught up in the relief, to properly process how good it felt. She was moaning for a reason, and it had everything to do with how his fingers so expertly plied her so very sensitive mammaries.
At last, Jaune finished the job. As she blinked the tears from her eyes and whispered a grateful, "Thank you," she glanced back to him, a quiet smile on her face, met with a bashful look... a look like he'd... he'd enjoyed himself? He couldn't- he didn't- May thought he was just a kind man, someone who helped her without judgment, but not this!
Not someone who might find her... desirable...
She'd- she could see she'd gotten his fingers all messy with her milk, she- she had to do something to make that better, it was- it was the least she could do...
"L-let me c-clean you up..." she murmured as she took his hands in hers and then... led them to her mouth. She took two fingers in her mouth, lovingly sliding it in, tasting her milk, warm on his fingers and so sweet on her tongue, as she cleaned his fingers off.
Briefly, May felt a blush come upon her, that she must look like the worst pervert alive to lick her own milk from his fingers, b-but... with Jaune... with Jaune she was safe. He didn't judge her. She knew he didn't judge her as she sucked on his fingers, even as she no longer tasted any of her milk on them. S-she just wanted to be good for him! T-to help him out!
Taking his fingers deeper into her mouth, she was careful to make sure she didn't miss a drop. Even when she couldn't taste any of her milk any longer, she still swirled her tongue around his digits, taking them deeper and deeper as she orally displayed her appreciation. It felt... good to have him in her mouth, to be thanking him so intimately.
She moaned as she finally released the last of his fingers, knowing she must look like... like some kind of desperate slut, alone with a man, topless, and now sucking his fingers off as she moaned in whorish need. B-but her eyes glanced upwards, fretfully, only to see the look on Jaune's face...
He liked it.
May didn't believe it, didn't think it was possible, but she knew that her sight never failed her. Jaune had seen her at her lowest, her most base, and yet... he wanted more.
So did May.
"L-let me," she stammered, bolder than she'd ever felt before, "Let me, um, help you... to pay you back... you must be... so uncomfortable... after that," she said, getting down on her knees as she fumbled with Jaune's belt.
"M-May!" he gasped, "You d-don't have to-"
"I want to," she said, dreamily, "You made me feel good, Jaune... I want to make you feel good, too..."
Whatever objection he might have died on his lips as May undid his pants and saw his... saw his...
Saw his cock flop out... gods above... he was- he was a big boy...
But May could handle him.
Wrapping his shaft between her tits, May marveled that the tip of his dick, like a friendly shoot, was capable of poking out from within her ocean of cleavage. She pressed her tits close, making that cleavage into a tight tunnel for Jaune's dick, and she realized... this felt right. Her breasts, her udders, her fat cow-tits, all the things she had thought made her a freak... made her body perfect for giving Jaune a tittyfuck! She... she wasn't ungainly or disproportionate or fat, she was just perfect for Jaune. She almost had to blink away tears from how good it felt to be, for the first time since puberty hit her like a Bullhead, the right size for what she needed.
She simpered in pleasure as she began to rub her tits up and down. Jaune's dick twitched in her cleavage, it felt so... so stiff and hard pressed in between her soft, pillowy tits, and she wondered how it might feel if they were oiled up for him... or slippery with milk, m-milk he might not just get with his hands, b-but with his- his lips...
And thinking of milk, white and warm and creamy... She wanted... she wanted so much, she wanted his milk! He'd milked her, relieved the tension inside her, and made her feel good the whole time doing it, and she felt a desperate, urgent need to repay the favor. Leaning down, she gave the head of Jaune's cock a kiss... then a lick, then lavished it with attention from her tongue and lips. Hearing Jaune groan, she knew she was- she was close to giving him the release he needed!
And the release she wanted, oh so badly. Because Jaune liked her body. Liked her- her udders, her cow tits! All those shameful names she thought of them were now badges of honor, because she could feel how happy they were making Jaune. She luxuriated in the feeling, the hardness of his shaft smothered in her tits, her lips wrapped around the head poking out, she felt so sexy, so desirable and she knew that he could give her the proof any moment now!
"Oh gods, May!" Jaune gasped.
"Do it!" she squeaked, her lips popping off his cock, "C-cum on me! Cum on my-"
She was interrupted as Jaune hit his climax, a hot jet of sticky white cum going splat right into May's face. Caught off guard by the sudden facial, she blinked for a second, gather her wits as she kept unconsciously stroking her tits up and down, feeling more pumps of warm, wet cum splatter her.
It dribbled down her chin, splashing onto her tits. She felt so... so messy, so sexy, Jaune's cum on her titties and little rivulets of milk leaking from the slits of her nipples. If Nebula ever found out, she'd be vicious. Calling her a slut, a cow, any number of hurtful things, but... Nebula could say whatever she wanted. May had Jaune, and Jaune liked his messy, milky, big-titted cow, and May just beamed up to him with pride that she'd made him feel so good.
In a building in downtown Vale, no apparent difference from any of the other gray skyscrapers that made up the skyline, there was one woman who was very different from most other people who lived in the city. Pyrrha Nikos, the four time Mistralian Regional Champion, the odds-on favorite to win the Vytal Tournament, and bearer of many other superlatives, but tonight, she was bearing a title even more extraordinary, and far less well known.
The Red Huntress.
In her superhero alter-ego, she scaled the building to find the reason she even had a superhero alter-ego, particularly when she didn't particularly understand why this was a thing. And that reason was nearby, as she finally reached a window that allowed her to peer through the red tint of her goggles and gain a visual on The Huntsman---AKA (even if nobody seemed to pick up on this) her Team Leader, Jaune Arc. He was dressed in his hero costume and, per usual, had been captured by Roman Torchwick and Neopolitan. And, per usual, he was tied to a platform with a ludicrous device bearing down on him.
"You have no idea how utterly fiendish this death trap is!" Roman cackled, really just hamming it up, "Really, you don't! This is a seriously high quality death trap, the kind that only a fellow auteur of crime could appreciate!"
"And it cost a lot of money!" Neo's sign read. If she prepared them all in advance or just was really, really fast at writing them, Pyrrha didn't know.
Jaune struggled against his bonds, his eyes darting from one lethal instrument to another. "I can see enough! Those sawblades will cut off my hands, leaving me unable to protect myself from that boiling acid, dangling just above my face, and with my legs in manacles, I cannot kick away the... they appear to be Vacuan Death Scorpions, whose terrarium is slowly tipping over!"
"Good eye!" Roman laughed, "Yes, those are Vacuan Death Scorpions! Incredibly toxic, and very angry because Neo keeps shaking up the cage!"
"They're also an endangered species, you fiend!"
"Oh? Do you think I care for the environment?" Roman scoffed, twirling his cane theatrically, "Why should I care about the ecosystem when I can make money."
"It's everyone's planet!" Jaune shot back, in a heroic tone that, ridiculous as it was, made Pyrrha's thighs clench, "Protecting the environment ensures that our children get a chance to enjoy the unspoiled beauty that inspires us! We should leave them a world better than the way we found it!"
Neo proffered a sign. "Also, the scorpions are pretty cute."
"That they are!" Jaune cried out gallantly, "Even a criminal fiend such as yourself has to understand that we are caught in a web of mutual interdependence as-"
Roman cut him off, slamming his cane to the ground. "Spare me the lecture, tree-hugger! In five minutes time, you'll be too dead to care about saving the penguins!"
"Not if I can help it!" Pyrrha cried as she crashed through the window, landing neatly on her feat, ready to fight!
"The Red Huntress!" Neo held up her sign, which had a cute drawing of her shocked face, which Pyrrha really appreciated. Every part of this was deeply weird, but Pyrrha appreciated how much Neo got into it.
"Ha-ha, Red Huntress!" Roman laughed, drawing his cane, "It's time you tasted the sting of- Not the face! Not the face!" he cried as Pyrrha started whaling on him. "Neo! Help!"
"Oh no!" Neo's sign read, as she theatrically toppled over, "But it seems the Red Huntress has defeated me!"
"You're not even-" but his words were cut off as Pyrrha unleashed some pent up frustrations on the master thief. She didn't really understand the problem Blake and Ruby had with him, though, not to be conceited, Pyrrha was an experienced professional at beating people unconscious and this was... some kind of weird game.
Probably a weird game. Hopefully a weird game.
But she'd handed him his ass and let the bruised thief slink off, vowing revenge on either her or his snickering partner. Pyrrha wasn't really listening. No, now she had to rescue Jaune from his trap and... and maybe he would... maybe he would be grateful to his rescuer!
They might even...
No! No time to get caught up in her fantasies! Pyrrha had a boyfr- had a Team Leader to save! Disarming the traps was no challenge, fortunately, though she really, really hoped they weren't doing this with real acid, saws, and... lethal scorpions. She disabled the final switch to turn off the sawblades, but before she could run over and untie her crush- her TEAM LEADER, she was caught off guard as Jaune gave her a withering glare!
"I don't know what you're planning, Red Huntress!" he proclaimed in a way that made her knees stupidly weak, "But I'll have you know, I fear no one! Not Roman, not Neo, not even you, my mysterious nemesis!"
What? Why was- how much more clearly could she be saving him this time? How did he never get it! "I- I'm not-"
"No matter what fiendish designs you have on me," he valiantly uttered, "I will not break before any evildoers! Whatever you might do to me while utterly helpless, I will never give in!"
And then he... then he strained against his bonds, and Pyrrha realized... there was a very suggestive tone in his voice...
He was... he had to be doing a bit, right? Like, he had to know that he was talking to Pyrrha, or, at the very least, he had to be... consenting, right?
Just- just... part of the game...
As Jaune continued to vow not to "succumb to her wicked wiles," she could feel two Pyrrhas suddenly appear on her shoulder, one surely with a white robe and halo, the other in a red leather bustier with a pitchfork in her hands. The Devil Pyrrha hissed in her ear, "You can't be serious, he's literally begging for it!"
"It would be wrong, Pyrrha," her angelic form countered, "You love Jaune because he is kind and sweet, and that Jaune wouldn't want you taking advantage of him while-"
"You're not gonna get another chance this good, come on, girl! Go on and get it!"
But before she could imagine what Angel Pyrrha might say in response to that, she was distracted by the sight of Jaune straining against his bonds, making a grand display of how... cut now that he'd started training under Pyrrha and Nora. And that costume made his well-developed musculature very apparent...
"Do your worst!" he cried, "I will- uhn- n-not succumb to whatever temptations you put before me, you villainous vixen!"
Temptation over, Angel Pyrrha got kicked into a locker by Devil Pyrrha and the decision was made.
Moving over to where Jaune was bound, a sexy sway in her hips, some dark force within Pyrrha compelled her to lose herself in the scene. He wanted her to be the villainess with the helpless hero in her clutches... and what that villainess would do now was very clear.
"Do my worst?" she asked with a wicked purr, "Oh, my dear Huntsman... don't you realize how good my worst can be?"
He set his jaw in a heroic---and panty-soaking---way. "I will never give in, I will never betray the side of righteousness!"
She placed her hand on his chest, feeling an electric tingle from the... the power she held over her helpless teammate! He struggled against his bonds, and yet, Pyrrha could tell he too was feeling the excitement! "Oh, but don't you want to? To be bad? To break all the rules, to enjoy yourself?"
A flash of temptation in his eyes... but only a flash before his resolute grimace returned. "Never."
"But we haven't even started!" she said, feeling wickedness flow into her as she reached down and yanked off his pants! Jaune's eyes went wide in startled horror, but he-
Holy shit, how was he hiding that thing!
Well... he certainly did have some superpowers, even if they weren't the most traditional kind! A villainess like her was liable to lose herself entirely trying to face that monster!
But more importantly... it was getting hard.
"You might say you don't want this, Huntsman," she said, struggling not to drool, "But part of you is honest about your feelings."
"I- It's just- I don't-" he stammered, but Pyrrha was done with talking. Lowering her face to be exactly on the level with it, she briefly just allowed her eyes to follow its hypnotic sway, the way she went crosseyed just staring at his thick man-meat. But she could feel those wicked impulses within her, the ones that made her the Red Huntress, take control of her once more as she took her tongue and ran it all the way up the length of his shaft. She heard Jaune moan, the sound encouraging her to go further, putting a trail of kisses, teasing, wicked kisses, from his big, meaty balls all the way up to the tip of his glans.
With every kiss, she felt the Red Huntress grow stronger as she became more and more that sexy villainess. This was what Jaune wanted, she told herself, why he got dressed up and captured and put in death traps. He wanted a wicked, naughty, bad girl to have her way with him. And as she swirled her tongue around the tip of his dick, she gave him exactly that.
"Isn't this good?" she asked, delicately wrapping her fingers around his shaft, "Don't you love giving in to me? All you have to do, Huntsman, is become as evil as I am... and I can make you feel this good all the time..."
He tried to deny it, but his mouth would not allow him to deny her. Not when his dick was this hard... she'd made it hard, made it so hard and big she could barely fit her hand around it as she stroked it. This... this was power. Power absolute and overwhelming, the power to make Jaune as pliable and controlled as metal under her Semblance! Slipping out of her panties, she moved onto the table, straddling him, but only letting her warm, wet slit tickle and tease his tip, feeling him strain beneath her.
She looked down at him, struggling to maintain composure. But under the red tint of her lenses, she saw a man inflamed by the same lust she felt for him every day. He wanted her. She wanted him. She had him. She was going to take him. And make him hers. "You might say you're a hero," she said, giving a little roll of her hips to tease him, "but you want to be bad. Bad like I am, a bad, wicked villain who takes what he wants. And what you want right now... is this hot, wet pussy."
He gave a strangled, choked gurgle of a noise as all his willpower was devoted to keep him from crying out yes! Yes to her, yes to Pyrrha, yes to her body! That was what he wanted---her! No bitchy ice queens, not anymore! He wanted hot, willing Mistralian pussy, and he wanted it now!
"Say it!" she hissed, "Give in to me, hero, succumb to your needs and I will bring you the pleasure you've denied yourself for too long!"
"Aaaaaahhhh!" he cried out in dismay, "Oh, oh, forgive me, but, yes, I want it! I want it so badly!"
It was the one thing that could knock the Red Huntress off her game and let Pyrrha take over for a little bit. Hearing Jaune saying he wanted her (or, at least, her pussy) actually made her blush, an uncontrollable red blush that overtook her entire face as she struggled to return to her position as a sexy seductress, but when she felt the tip of his girthy cock against her folds... it let her remember what she was here for and reboot her femme fatale self.
With a wicked grin, she looked down on her captive nemesis and whispered, "Good boy," before plunging down on him!
Gods he was big! He was huge! But Pyrrha was so wet and needy right now, she didn't care how he split her open as she drove down, deeper and deeper, heedless to any sensation but the acknowledgement that she finally had him! Jaune was hers now! Hers! Inch after inch, she swallowed him whole, saw him moan as her pussy gripped him, until she howled in triumph as she reached the base. She'd swallowed him up entirely, his thick cock buried as deep in her as anything had ever gone.
Planting both hands on her bound beloved's broad chest, she looked into his eyes with a wild grin. "You're mine now," she whispered as she began to rise and fall, moving up and down, the satisfying feeling of his bick dick filling her up replacing pain with pleasure, endless pleasure as she rode him like a stallion.
He was her stallion now. He was her mount, more than a tool but less than a partner, something she owned, controlled, used, and she was getting off on the wickedness of her control as much as she was on his rock-hard cock!
"I'm going to make you bad, Huntsman," she moaned, "I'm going to corrupt you and turn you into my sidekick."
"Nuh-nooooo... n-never!" he whined, but they both knew his denial was futile as her hips rose and fell, taking his cock as deep within her as it would go, stuffing her up so well that she knew that she'd never allow this do-gooder to return to his life of honest virtue! No, she would corrupt him, turn him into her ally and-
Suddenly... suddenly Jaune gripped her by the hips and- and oh WOW!
Where had this come from! W-weren't his hands tied? Pyrrha was caught totally off guard as he suddenly made a powerful thrust, slamming deep into her and making Pyrrha gasp. Before she could even catch her breath, another, then another came, Jaune pumping away with a rhythm and power that left her unable to even think as he gave her a full taste of what he was capable of!
"Ha, villain!" he laughed at Pyrrha's whorish moans, "You thought you had the upper hand, but I was only leading you into a trap!"
So it was consensual, she imagined Devil Pyrrha whispering, as if she could imagine things other than the sensation of this cock in her pussy!
"While you were distracted, I untied myself from my bonds, and now..."
And now he taught Pyrrha that he was only stepping up his game! How- how could he be so good at this! Her orgasm came roaring up faster than she could even imagine stopping it, crying out in a wild shriek of pleasure as he bounced her on his dick. He brought together his enormous size and incredible precision to strike weak spots deep within her pussy, spots she'd never realized she'd had. Even as she came down from her first climax, she could feel the second rushing up, irrepressible, her self-control totally shot as now she was the one trapped in her foe's clutches!
Not that she could imagine escaping. Her mind was scrambled good, a screeching mess of cock and climaxes as she struggled to think in words instead of just raw, ecstatic sensation. She vaguely knew that she was eagerly giving in, forsaking any effort to struggle to just play along and let him bounce her from orgasm to orgasm. She vaguely knew that she might get addicted to this if she didn't stop. She vaguely knew that the previous thought was only making her cum harder.
But all those silly little thoughts were shoved aside as a trace of the Red Huntress returned to Pyrrha's mind. No, not the dominant seductress, but the wicked woman who'd convinced her to take advantage of her helpless Jaune. The sexy, slutty side of Pyrrha that needed to be let loose when she saw her chance to play. This side was back in the driver's seat, and it knew what it wanted, what it needed.
"Cuh-cum!" she wailed, "N-need your cum- C-cum in meeeeeee!"
"Will you turn away from the path of villainy and side with good?" Jaune asked with a commanding shout.
"Y-yessssssss!" she squealed, "Yesyes cum in me, cuminme please!"
"Will you embrace righteousness and stand against those who seek to destroy it?"
"Any- an-eeee-thing! Anything, anything, anything cuminmecuminmecum, cum, CUM!"
"Then receive it!"
Pyrrha's mind, like her womb, went white in that moment, a surge of pure, unspeakable bliss flooded her, mentally, physically, emotionally, as she squealed and writhed, feeling Jaune pump shot after shot of thick, white cum into her. She gurgled and gasped as she slumped forward, tongue lolling brainlessly out of her mouth.
"I'm proud that you've made your first steps to turn away from villainy," Jaune said, "But it is a long and difficult path to stay on the straight and narrow."
But Pyrrha's brain was completely fucked silly, wholly unable to respond in any sensible fashion.
"I'mma- I'mma gud gurrrrrrrrl..." she tittered stupidly, her words dripping out in a slurry, just like Jaune's cum oozed from her pussy. "Yer goody-good gurl... Neva... neva be bad... again..."
"Magnificent," he said, "Let this be your first lesson---crime doesn't pay, but the path of righteousness is always open to those that seek it! But now..."
He got up, leaving Pyrrha, drooling, cum-soaked mess that she was, lying on the floor as he headed to the window she had entered from.
"Now I must go, before the temptation to eschew the mask and reveal myself to you becomes too great. But one day, Red Huntress," he said as he stood in the window frame, illuminated, godlike, in the moonlight, "You too can be a champion of justice! And then we can truly be allies!"
And with that, he was gone.
"Did you guys hear?" Ruby asked as she slapped a newspaper down on the breakfast table.
Yang was hardly interrupted by Ruby's entrance out of sipping her coffee. She nonchalantly asked, "Since when do you read the newspaper, Rubes?"
"Since the headline was about The Huntsman!"
Suddenly, the whole mood of the table changed, everyone a little more alert as they reached for the newspaper to see the headline, "SINISTER SCHEME FOILED AGAIN BY THE MYSTERIOUS HUNTSMAN!"
Nora gave it a glance, seeing yet another breathless account of heroic daring as The Huntsman had foiled another one of Roman Torchwick's incredibly elaborate themed heists. This time, he was trying to steal a very rare bowler hat that was on display at the Valean Hat Museum---Vale, Nora had learned, had a lot of museums---and that The Huntsman had only narrowly escaped a death trap.
She had to give him credit---it definitely made for a good story.
Weiss sighed, resting her head in her hands. "He's so... incredible! So gallant and brave..."
"Well," Jaune said with a blush, "I think The Huntsman does it so that people like you can-"
"What would you know about gallantry?" Weiss glared at him with an icy fury, "You wouldn't even know the first thing about heroism!"
It was also really weird how literally none of Nora's friends had any idea that The Huntsman was just Jaune in a costume. Like, really obviously so, but only Nora could see it, her attempts to explain things to Renny falling on deaf ears as he refused to accept that their mild-mannered Team Leader could also be a masked crime fighter. Which made some sense, considering that Jaune-Jaune had lost more than one fight against a punching bag, which didn't scream hero, but at the same time... it was very obviously him? So Nora was alone in carrying that knowledge.
Well, Jaune probably knew. Ooooh, but what if he didn't? Wouldn't that be crazy...
"I heard he had another encounter with the Red Huntress," Blake added darkly, "Heard it from Emerald, who's usually got good intel on The Huntsman."
"The Red Huntress..." Weiss scowled, a gesture shared by most of the rest of the table, "Who knows what sinister agenda that fiend has in mind for The Huntsman!"
Even if Nora knew that Jaune was The Huntsman and that Roman Torchwick was Roman Torchwick, she had no idea who the Red Huntress was supposed to be. Whoever she was, she was bad news, The Huntsman's evil opposite. While Jaune fought criminals to foil their crimes, the Red Huntress fought criminals to take their crimes for herself!
She was wildly unpopular at Beacon. Well, with one exception...
"Ummm..." Pyrrha nervously cut in, "Maybe she... maybe she's more misunderstood than bad? Like, she does stop criminals, and-"
"Only so she can be the one to defeat The Huntsman!" Ruby cried, "She's the worst villain of them all!"
"The worst!" Weiss nodded, in rare total agreement with her partner.
"I believe in the Red Huntress," Jaune said, "She just... might need a few more encounters with The Huntsman before she learns her true path."
Weiss immediately scoffed at that, as did Yang. Even Ren made it clear how he felt about the dastardly villain. But Nora wasn't paying attention to the usual discussion. No, she was watching Pyrrha's face, and how red it got when Jaune mentioned... "a few more encounters." And Pyrrha had been out really late last night... and when she'd came back, she was having a hard time walking... and didn't want to talk about it...
Wait a minute... Red Huntress... a Huntress with red hair? That Pyrrha thought was misunderstood rather than villainous? It was- it was all adding up!
The Red Huntress... was Nora herself!
The dungeons of the Castle of Darkness had never been more full... and yet, it had never been a more welcoming place than ever before now. Ever since the heroes had defeated Salem and toppled her throne, the Castle had belonged to them... or more specifically, it belonged to King Jaune, and as he set about establishing his reign, he had ordered the dungeons to be filled with girls like Cinder Fall.
They were the bad girls, the ones who had been wicked, naughty, disobedient, and bitchy and now had to stay in the dungeon rather than receive Jaune's love every night as the good girls were entitled to. But having tasted Jaune's love... been defeated by Jaune's love... Cinder knew that he knew best. She had been Bad, they all had been Bad, but Jaune was merciful and allowed them to stay nearby, where they might find themselves, if they were Good, pleasurable to him.
It was comfortable here, even if they were in the dungeons. No longer a place of damp stone and chains (well, there was still such a room, and Cinder felt a naughty giggle just thinking about the time she had spent in it), it was a softer place now, well cushioned and much more pastel in coloration. Cinder had Emerald in her lap, the two of them gently reclining together in a loving embrace, Cinder's fingers gently squeezing her protegee's breasts and slowly stroking her slit as she moaned in soft pleasure. Beside her, Raven Branwen was doing her kegels to remain in top shape while Neo watched on her scroll a video recording of the previous night in the Royal Bedchamber. They had much to atone for, but Jaune's love and mercy was felt every day, and Cinder was endlessly grateful for it.
She heard the door open, her eyes drifting upwards, only for her jaw to drop as she saw...
Queen-Mistress Pyrrha stood at the door.
This was quite a shock! For most matters, she would have sent a girl in her stead, a lesser harem sister, like Harriet Bree, rather than present herself, in her magnificent personage to such unworthy girls. Cinder almost felt like she should tear her eyes away and look at the floor, to show her profound sorrow for being such a foolish, bitchy girl to have once fought her Mistress, but Pyrrha's look of radiant love made it impossible for Cinder to pull her eyes away.
"Cinder," she said with a smile, "You've been selected."
That couldn't be... true...
"Tonight?" she whispered in a daze. Emerald helped her to her feet, but it seemed... it seemed impossible to stand when such things were before her!
But Pyrrha just gave her that angelic smile. "Yes, silly! Of course for tonight. You and I will accompany Jaune tonight. In the Royal Bedchamber."
"But I'm not-" she said, reflexively, all those terrible memories of what an awful, wretched creature she had been reminding her of a simple and miserable truth, "I'm not worthy..."
Pyrrha stepped forward and laid a hand on Cinder's shoulder, provoking an uncontrollable moan of pleasure. But it undeniably confirmed the truth---Cinder had been deemed worthy.
Cinder looked back to see not the jealous, bitchy stares she might have expected, once, from the assembled villainesses, but instead... they were happy for her. Thrilled, even! Salem almost had tears in her eyes, and Emerald... Emerald looked so happy to see her girlfriend elevated to a place of honor, even if temporarily, in the Royal Bedchamber.
"You deserve this, Ma'am," she said as she pulled Cinder into a hug, "Show him that you've been Good."
"That we've all been Good," Salem said, her voice revealing more motherly affection than Cinder had ever received in her childhood, as she gave Cinder a reassuring hug of her own.
She almost didn't want to leave the web of love and support she felt herself in, but she knew she couldn't keep Pyrrha waiting. But as she left the dungeon, she turned to her friends with a warm smile and a promise, "I'll make you proud," before taking Pyrrha's hand and following her to be prepared for the most magical night of her life.
Turning, Cinder saw her figure reflected back at her in the mirror. She was... well, not to be conceited, but she was hot. She had been an expert seductress before her defeat at Beacon, and her body in captivity had not lost her sinful curves nor had her beguiling eyes been dimmed by defeat. And now, in the dressing room of Coco and Velvet, two experts at making Jaune's girls look even hotter than they'd ever thought they might be, she knew she had what it took to pop tonight.
As she saw herself preen in the mirror, her finger glided down the edge of her freshly-shaved thatch. Velvet had elected to not leave her entirely bald, justifying that she'd look good with a bit of hair, a small black heart right over her pussy. She had once been a black-hearted villain after all, but now it was a sign of her love for Jaune. How sweet of Velvet to think of it, and Cinder quite liked how it made her look.
But there wasn't time to admire herself in the mirror, not when there was still so much work to do. Especially as she only had a moment of uninterrupted observation of herself before Coco was all over her, poking, prodding, squeezing, and hefting her various features, a dizzying mix of flattering compliments and free associations as she deduced how to best present Cinder to the King of Remnant.
"I'm thinking classic," Coco said with a nod, either to Cinder, Velvet, or just to the air, "If you're going to the Bedchamber, that makes you a proper Harem Sister," Cinder stifled a moan upon hearing it, "and so you should present yourself as a Harem Girl. Velvet! Get me my silks!"
Her companion quite literally hopped to it. Cinder admired the cottontail plug in her butt as it wiggled playfully, the bunnygirl quickly selecting an armful of colorful fabrics before springing right back to them. Coco caught Cinder in a whirl, throwing on this outfit and that, posing her in front of the mirror and leaving the former terrorist quite breathless at how she appeared in this or that colorful outfit, until... with a grand "Ta-da!" Coco presented Cinder to the mirror where she saw herself sheathed in a gauzy outfit. She looked exactly the part of the shy harem girl, called forth to the Master's bed, equally fearful and desirous of what she might find... only for Coco to conclude that that look wasn't good enough and had Velvet strip Cinder back down to nothing and started over again.
But for Cinder, there was nothing tedious or aggravating in being dressed up and down over and over again. No, if anything, it was... intoxicating. She saw herself turned from one vision of ravishing beauty to another, from the shy maiden to the sexually adventurous tigress, to the beguiling beauty... Under Coco's skilled eye, Cinder saw herself change from one form to the next, each and every one of them a new her as far removed from her cruel and wicked past as she could imagine.
A knock at the door took her from her reverie. Looking up, she saw the cheerful face of Penny Polendina springing forward to give Velvet, then Coco, a welcoming, and passionate, kiss. Then she sprang forward to Cinder, her arms full of glittering gold and priceless gemstones.
"Oh, how simply spectacular!" she gushed as she looked up and down Cinder's new look. Cinder blushed, turning her body to give Penny a better view to observe her by. But Penny had a job to do: she, Coco, and Velvet quickly shifted through the jewelry, picking and sorting, mixed with swift discussion to put things out and then back in, until they'd picked out the proper accessories for Cinder to wear tonight.
Piecing through the jewelry, the three of them shared a laugh---innocent, cheerful happiness from Penny, an excited titter from Velvet, and a naughty, mischievous giggle from Coco---before turning on her, their eyes alight with visions of how they would prepare her for Jaune's eyes. Cinder blushed in response, feeling at once very grateful for their aid, but very small for needing it in the first place. They were so unlike her, such good girls, while she had tried to do the most awful things to not only the innocent people of Remnant, including the girls who now were making her look so pretty!
But she had no time to reflect upon her shame as the girls quickly descended upon her. Cinder gasped as, with a click, Penny affixed a jewel to the studs already in her nipples. She could feel their weight pulling her nubs down, a wonderful pull that made Cinder struggle to stand still as Penny connected the jewels with a chain. More chains were added, the theme quickly becoming apparent. Coco had made her into a harem girl, but Penny was adding to that theme. She was a captive, a girl taken and enslaved, and Cinder couldn't deny it, the thought turned her on.
But more so... there was something deeply beautiful about it. She looked into the mirror and saw a harem girl, a captured slave brought to please her captor staring back at her. It was a full and total rejection of her past. It was a refusal to be the girl who craved strength and freedom above all else, but it was also a rejection of the slavery she suffered as a young girl. That was cruelty and evil, this... this was true freedom.
"Girls," Coco said with a smirk, "I think we've outdone ourselves."
"I hope Mistress Ruby is impressed!" Penny said, a dazzling smile on her face.
"I hope this gets us an invitation to the Bedchamber," Velvet giggled.
They all gave her an envious look at that, but one more playful than ill tempered. Cinder smiled back in sincere gratitude that they'd done so much for her. But, again, there was little time for sentimentality among this trio. Coco grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away with a sudden jerk, explaining, "Now it's time for you to face inspection!" without explanation. But with the cheerful note in her voice, Cinder figured she didn't have much to worry about...
Though, that did little to calm her nervousness as Coco pulled her through the hallways of the Castle, taking a route that was surely selected less for efficiency and more for giving Coco an opportunity to show off her handiwork. Cinder blushed as passing Harem Sisters gave her admiring stares, or Robyn Hill, lounging with her girls, gave her a wolf whistle as Coco took Cinder before a door and led her into a room where Kali Belladonna and Willow Schnee were waiting for her.
Cinder stood up straight, knowing that she was here for an inspection. She was nervous as the matrons examined her, circling her, their eyes examining every inch of her exposed body. She stood before them, fearful of what they might see, which imperfections marked her as undeserving, but knowing not to look weak... except, perhaps, she should?
The poor, shivering, humiliated captive... that's what she was now, wasn't she? And Cinder couldn't deny it---this total and pathetic weakness did turn her on, her pussy moistening as she fretted she might drip right on the floor in front of her examiners.
Thought that seemed to please the both of them as they gave each other a knowing look before turning back to Cinder.
"You have a magnificent ass," Willow said with a smirk, "I think she could give you a run for your money, Kali."
Kali just smiled back. "Well, let's see what her figure's like after children, but yes, she does have a nice ass. Very spankable!"
She punctuated that remark with a sharp slap that made Cinder jump, cheeks still jiggling from the blow.
"She's ready!" Willow said with a clap of her hands.
Cinder, jingling with each step, followed behind Glynda, the Harem Overseer, as Royal Secretary Ciel Soleil followed behind, quickly updating the Overseer on matters crucial to the Harem. It was a large body of women, really, pretty much any woman of note in Remnant, and it required a proper bureaucracy to manage. It sounded like Team NDGO was feeling needy and causing problems in Vacuo to act out. Cinder saw the glint in Glynda's eyes, the hint of the smile on her lips, the look that told Cinder she would enjoy reminding those girls to behave. Perhaps... perhaps Cinder could be useful... could prove she was a good girl if...
No, she was to do what was asked of her. She was to accompany the Master tonight in the Royal Bedchamber. If he saw fit to appoint her to additional tasks, if he saw her redeemed in his eyes... that was up to him and him alone, and she should not forget her station. She was very close to the Bedchamber itself and she wasn't going to spoil it with naughty, misbehaving thoughts.
At the door, Winter Schnee stood in her Royal Uniform, though it was hard to call it a "uniform" when it was made up of such little fabric. Glynda and Winter each saluted each other, the sudden, sharp motion causing both women's heavy chests to wobble hypnotically, Cinder's eye's transfixed as they said something she didn't really hear. She was so distracted by their jiggling jugs, she almost didn't realize that the door was opening and she was being ushered forward into... into...
Entering the Royal Bedchamber... Cinder felt like she was stepping on holy ground. This was a sanctified place, where her glorious Master resided with the Queen Mistress and permitted certain harem sisters to come and be blessed by Jaune's love. It might very well be a holy place---from what Salem had told her of the discovery that they were not the Brothers but the Sister Goddesses, she knew that-
Her bare foot touched the ground within the bedchamber and Cinder was brought away from her thoughts by a flood of religious awe. This was where those who had conquered the Dark Queen of the Grimm, and all Remnant itself, held as their most holy sanctum, a font of all beauty and pleasure. And now... now Cinder Fall, the dirty little orphan girl, the wicked, sinister manipulator, and now, the conquered pet of her Betters, stood within it.
"My Harem Sisters, Queen-Mistress Pyrrha, Mistress Ruby," she heard the voice of Lisa Lavender announcing her arrival, "I present to you Cinder Fall."
Cinder blinked in disbelief as she gazed around the Royal Bedchamber. It was... heavenly. A paradise of soft cushions and beautiful girls, all dressed to provide a feast for the senses. Right now, she could see Team RWBY was present, as they usually were. The four girls were only a half step beneath Pyrrha, and so Cinder bowed to them, placing herself prostrate before them.
"You may rise," she heard a voice, as sweet and delicate as crystal, command her as Cinder looked up upon her Betters.
Weiss and Blake, the elegant beauties of light and dark, together in perfect contrast, currently entwined in one another's embrace.
Yang, the icon of smoldering sexuality, blonde and busty, her tits on proud display and making Cinder drool at the sight of them.
And, of course, Ruby Rose, co-wife with Pyrrha, a woman so high above Cinder's station that she felt unworthy to even gaze upon her angelic innocence, so utterly removed as it was from Cinder's naughty misbehavior.
"I am loving what Coco did with this one," Yang said with a grin, "Somebody's fishing to be invited to the bedchamber..."
"She'll have to be patient," Weiss said with a tsk, "Jaune's far too generous, we can hardly fit everyone when every girl in Remnant wants a spot!"
"You weren't complaining when I suggested Ilia after she," Blake grinned, "did you know with her tongue to-"
Weiss turned a brilliant crimson. "That- that's different, and- and you can't- that isn't-"
"I think it's nice," Ruby said with a smile, sparing her partner further embarrassment, "I love meeting all the new people, and everyone's so nice!" She hopped up and walked up to Cinder, who resisted the instinct to shrink back from the smiling girl who had once been her enemy. "Hi, Cinder!" she said as she pulled her into a hug, "Mmmmmm, I'm so happy you're joining us tonight."
Cinder stiffened at her touch for a moment, but then returned the hug, feeling the shorter woman press her face into Cinder's chest. Yes, yes, this was very nice...
"Save it for when Jaune gets here, sis!" Yang laughed, "But you don't have to wait long..."
Cinder heard the door open and saw... she saw Queen-Mistress Pyrrha again, looking resplendent as always in her royal garb as she entered the room, arm in arm with- with-
With King Jaune, Lord and Savior of Remnant.
He looked... magnificent in person. Cinder resisted the urge once more to fall to her knees, mostly because Ruby was still embracing her, but he looked upon her with that smile... that look of utter warmth and kindness and love, a look that told Cinder that even a girl as wicked as her could still be redeemed.
"Cinder," he said, warmly, "You look lovely."
There was no answer Cinder had for that. A half-remembered instinct of deference guided her go give a respectful curtsy as she stammered out her thanks. She blinked the tears from her eyes as the other girls took to Jaune's side and led Cinder to where...
Where she... she joined Jaune... on the Royal Bed.
The other girls took their place, making themselves comfortable in the nest of love and softness that was the Royal Bed, but Cinder... Cinder was at his right, directly next to him, something she could never possibly deserve, but he allowed it. He invited her, and his wives and the Harem Sisters couldn't be more delighted to welcome her.
But the biggest part was yet to come.
She almost hadn't realized it was happening as Jaune... slipped his hand into hers. Cinder almost wept to feel it, so strong and manly, and yet, more tender than anything she'd ever felt before. He squeezed her hand. She squeezed back. He smiled. Her heart melted.
He held her hand. The truest and most carnal pleasure imaginable.
Settling in to get comfortable, the Harem Sisters around her playfully quibbled about what they would be watching tonight, but Cinder could hardly even hear them. She was at Jaune's right, blessed with his magnificent hand-holding. Cinder couldn't ask for more.
"So other than the flu, you haven't seen any other issues?"
"Nope," Jaune replied to the face of his mentor on the scroll, "Well, some of the issues of quarantine making the students jumpy, but other than that, just typical flu symptoms, treating with bedrest, soup, hydrating... basic stuff."
Dr. Oobleck nodded to him, making some notes before looking back into the camera. "Alright then... I'd like you to consider starting to give students aura boosts to help their immune systems. Your Semblance, I'm hoping, will be able to greatly shorten the time necessary for quarantine."
Jaune was a little surprised to hear that. "My... Semblance?" he asked, unsure.
"Of course!" Oobleck replied, cheerfully, "By now we know that all it does is transfer aura from you to the patient, and there's no side effects with aura. It might not particularly help fight off a flu, but it should help with the symptoms. And there's no harm in trying!"
They talked a little bit more about managing the outbreak, but nothing much of note. As Oobleck signed off, Jaune leaned back in his chair and sighed---when he first came to Beacon, he had no idea his time here would be like this! It was amazing how much his Semblance just... changed the game.
Aura was a gift from the Divine Siblings---women, blessed by the Dark Goddess, gained superhuman combat prowess from their aura, while men gained more supportive roles, befitting a gift from the God of Light. But even amongst aura users, Jaune was one who'd been considerably gifted with his Semblance, able to serve as not only an incredible medic, but also a force-multiplier in the field, turning even novice Huntresses into tireless warrior-goddesses.
It had been a lot to discover when Jaune first had his aura activated, but for now, as the Valean authorities were discussing how best to make use of his talents, he was sticking to the job he first came to Beacon for. He was the apprentice to Dr. Bartholemew Oobleck training to be a Field Medic, a task he was phenomenal at thanks to his Semblance... until he was caught up in the flu quarantine at Beacon.
Thanks to quarantine procedures, the school was down to a skeleton crew, mostly students who were infected and sympathetic teammates who were staying with them, with approximately enough staff, basically those who were already at Beacon when the outbreak hit, to keep the place from falling into anarchy. That, unfortunately, meant that the already-lopsided faculty-student ratio was thrown off even harder, and that meant that junior staff like Jaune had a bigger role to play than he was used to.
But his thoughts were interrupted as he heard a knock at his door, reminding him that his day was too full to spend much time in between meetings---the other aspect of being on the skeleton crew was that Jaune wasn't getting a break today. But duty called, and that meant it was up to him to knuckle down, get to work, and keep everyone's spirits up!
"Come in!" he cried, pulling up his chart for the first student on his schedule.
Nervously, Velvet Scarlatina slipped into the room, not even opening the door all the way to let herself in. She was shyness incarnate, barely mumbling out a hello as she cautiously took a seat in front of Jaune's desk.
He felt a lot of sympathy for her---being sick had clearly sapped her of some of her vitality, but Velvet was always a little like this. A very shy bunny, but somehow, even worse when she was around him. Oh, she was shy with everyone, but he'd seen her in Glyn- in Ms. Goodwitch's class, where she took criticism from the far more frightening Deputy Headmistress much better than even a waved hello from Jaune. He just wasn't sure what he was doing wrong...
But he wasn't a counselor, and had other duties on hand right now. Her chart told Jaune the basics: a Faunus Huntress, twenty one years old, in good health outside the flu. This would just be a fairly routine checkup, mostly to keep track of the outbreak. Aura sometimes... interacted weirdly with symptoms. It was rare, but when the soul was involved, there were sometimes unpredictable complications.
Going through the basics of the check up and talking it out with Velvet, Jaune learned pretty much what he already knew. She had the flu, and she had symptoms consistent with having the flu. Of her team, herself and her team leader were the only ones still at Beacon---the other two were in Vale until the quarantine was lifted.
"Any other symptoms or complicating factors I should know about?" he asked.
Velvet paused for a moment. She was a studious type, very careful not to say anything without considering its full options and outcomes. Jaune had tried to get to know her better, like he had with all the student Huntresses he'd be working with, and while it hadn't made her more comfortable around him, it had taught him that she was a very careful speaker.
"No, I don't think so," she concluded.
Jaune nodded. "Okay, I'll be giving you an aura boost then---your Semblance is imitation, right?" She nodded. "Gotcha... not the type to have any uncontrollable outbursts. Just stick out your arm..."
Jaune gently grasped her wrist, and focused his aura, feeling the warmth of it inside him before, with the motion of exhaling, he pushed it outward, feeling his essence bumping up against the strange heat of another person's aura... and then continued to push until the two mingled, his aura flowing into Velvet, her own aura lighting up in response, and...
And making the girl softly moan.
One of the... difficult things about being a male staff member in an almost all girls school, particularly a school for girls who were athletic and had supernaturally shaped bodies, was that he had to be damn careful not to misread a sign. Even if he was the same age as them, even if he was technically in training alongside them, he was junior staff, and that meant he did not take risks when it came to romance. Yes, Velvet's sigh was... more than the usual level of pleasant, but Jaune knew he had to interpret it as conservatively as human possible. Unless a girl approached him with a notarized letter of "I want to fuck you, Jaune Arc," which he would promptly present to the Deputy Headmistress for her assessment and advice, any attempt to get close to a girl was infinitely too risky for his career and future here.
Trying not to act like he noticed, Jaune just slowly let go of her wrist and gave her an encouraging smile, to which Velvet just blushed and, quietly, thanked him for the care before leaving.
"You know, eventually one of you is going to have to say something..."
Velvet blinked in confusion for a moment before she realized what Coco was implying. Turning a furious red, she threw a balled-up tissue her team leader's way.
"You can't tease me!" she protested in a stuffy voice, "I'm sick!"
"Pfft," Coco brushed it off, "You're going to be love sick with or without the flu, and-"
"It's not just the flu!"
Coco arched an eyebrow. "Honey bunny," she asked, gently but firmly, "is there something you're not telling me?"
Velvet cast her eyes right to the floor and prayed for the ground to just swallow her up. She knew Coco and she knew Coco wasn't going to let her out of this without a satisfying answer. With a sigh, she gave in. "I'm... I'm in heat."
"Oh," Coco replied. "Oh, damn, and letting Jaune run his hands all over you-"
"He only touched my wrist!" she protested.
Coco just raised another eyebrow.
Velvet wilted in dismay. It was, to Velvet, a minor difference. Feeling his hand on her wrist, their skin touching, the warmth of his pulse... she'd been so aroused that she'd been caught off guard as he put his aura in her, something nobody had told him yet felt so very erotic. And with her heat going on... she was going crazy with lust!
"It felt amazing," she sighed, "he's so... so..."
"That's why you have to tell him!" Coco insisted, "Like, you're not the only girl with eyes on him, you gotta make your move, girl!"
Velvet cringed. "Not... not now. It was... it was hard enough to be alone in a room with him! I certainly wasn't going to tell him I..."
"Desperately want his babies?" Coco suggested.
This time, Velvet threw a pillow at her.
Even though it was true.
Though she had to admit, she did feel a little better from Coco forcing her to open up about it. Now wasn't the time, but once she was feeling better... well, with his aura flowing through her (a thought that made Velvet shiver in pleasure), she was already feeling a lot better! And once she got a chance, she'd tell him how she felt!
Er... once the heat symptoms had died down, she'd tell him how she felt. Didn't need to let him know what her ovaries were telling her to do to him if she got the chance! She wanted to pin him down and make him breed her like a-
Okay, she really needed to calm down and go to bed.
Still, she felt optimistic. Enthusiastic! And hopeful for the future. Snuggling back into her covers, Velvet went to sleep with the confidence of knowing that things were looking up.
But unknown to them both, a curious intersection of phenomena were playing out in Velvet's system... and now Coco's. Had Jaune known that Velvet was in heat, if he had known that her Semblance would invert when amplified, he might have realized that there were too many variables to be made better with an aura dose. But Jaune didn't. And so Velvet's Copycat power, usually enabling her to copy an impression of others, instead let her leave an impression... upon the virus. Her wild hormonal need and her infatuation with Beacon's medic were now merged with the flu's extremely contagious---and likewise amplified---nature. All within her body, a heat was spreading, just like the now transformed viruses were spreading through the air, through the entire school.
Something her roommate was slowly discovering right now.
BANG BANG BANG
Grumbling, Jaune roused himself out of bed. Walking to the door, he looked through the peephole with bleary eyes, but once he saw students, Jaune was quick to throw the door open.
Velvet and Coco stumbled into the room, Velvet clearly a little unsteady on her feet. But as Jaune reached forward to help her, Velvet instead grabbed him tight.
"Eheheheheeeee," Velvet giggled as she wrapped her arms around him. "Strong," she murmured, "Waaaaaarm..."
"What?" Jaune asked in surprise as he tried to escape Velvet's grip---a futile effort. "What's going- what-"
"She just started going like this," Coco said, struggling to unlatch her teammate from Jaune, "all of a sudden tonight! She just started clawing at the door!"
"O-okay!" Jaune said, trying to unlatch himself from Velvet, who had started nuzzling his neck. "Could- could you help me out here?"
Coco tried to pull Velvet away, but with Jaune already unbalanced, all it served to do was take him off his feet, sending Jaune toppling to the floor... and leaving Velvet on top of him, now pinning him in place and... and rubbing a very sensitive spot!
Her eyes had a manic gleam as she whispered, "Jaaaaaaaune... I like you... wanna... wanna fuck you..."
"What!" he choked in response.
This was bad, this was very bad! Was it- was it his Semblance? He'd only given a few students a dose, but he had to- had to...
Thinking was getting difficult as Velvet started panting and moaning as she rubbed against him even more hungrily. Jaune looked to Coco in desperation, except... she was just watching them. Watching... and now... breathing very heavily.
"Um, J-Jaune?" Coco asked with uncharacteristic uncertainty, "Y-you- I mean, you can't- You're a guy, right?" Jaune's blood chilled as he began to realize what the flushed expression on Coco's face meant, "If she wants you... You wouldn't say no, right?"
"She's a student!" Jaune gasped, struggling against Velvet's arms. She was... a lot stronger than he was, and Coco eclipsed them both. It wasn't... it wasn't a good sign, not with the way Coco was looking at him as she approached. "Help me out here, Coco, she's got me-"
"It's okay..." she said, her voice breathy and faraway, "if we want it... it's okay... I wanna... wanna see you... and Velvet..."
"Yaaaaaah..." Velvet giggled, his nightshirt ripped away easily by her superior strength and then... Velvet kissed him hard. Pulling back, she looked into his eyes with a wild, lustful expression and cried out, "Wannit! Wannit! Give me babies, Jaune!"
"Babies..." Coco exhaled, "Yes... you have- have to... breed her..."
"Wanna mate," Velvet finished, setting both girls into a fit of lascivious giggles.
"Velvet, Coco!" Jaune tried a last-ditch effort to rein them in, "You're affected by the-"
But it was wholly inefficient as they pounced on him. Huntresses, with their strengths both well-honed from their training, and supernaturally enhanced by aura, easily outclassed Jaune, and with mad smiles on their faces, Coco pinned Jaune's shoulders to the ground as Velvet pulled her clothes off. Jaune tried not to look at her naked body, but from the way her boobs just... bounced out of her shirt as she pulled it off... He couldn't help it.
"Yahhhhh," Coco sighed, "Breed her, n-need to see you breed her..."
"Coco!" Jaune hissed, "You- she's your teammate!" he protested in vain.
"She'll have your babies..." she moaned, no longer speaking to anyone but herself, "Jaune's babies... bred by Jaune..."
But Jaune's attempts to object were cut off as Velvet plunged onto his dick with a wild shriek of, "BREED MEEEEEEEEE!"
Jaune wanted to protest, wanted to object, but oh Maidens, she was so- so warm and wet and tight and his dick felt like it might just blow its top any second now!
But if he did- well, then he'd be really fucked!
Not that Velvet was giving him a chance to choose! She bounced up in down, face contorted in erotic delight, the lewdest noises, and, oh yeah, her big, beautiful bunny boobs were bouncing like a fertility goddess gone mad! Her molten pussy was milking his dick and Jaune was in dire straits now, his treacherous hips bucking as he fucked the student Huntress silly.
Not that Velvet even noticed, the effects of the flu or his Semblance or whatever combination of the two gave her a hair trigger. She shrieked and moaned, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she bounced on his dick. But... that was his chance, right? He just had to wear her out, and then he'd be able to-
A sudden wet spot splashed on Jaune's forehead as he realized...
Coco was drooling at the sight of them fucking.
"Breed Coco!" Velvet giggled, not even slowing down as she humped him wildly. "Give Coco babies too!"
Coco's glassy eyes revealed that there was no thought animating the Huntress any more. Just pure, animalistic instinct.
"Breed..." she moaned, echoing her teammate. "Need... need Jaune... so hooooorniiiiiiie..."
"No!" Jaune gasped, but he was cut off as Coco lurched forward, her wet, inviting, completely naked pussy now pressed onto Jaune's face as, from the messy slurping noises he heard about him, the two students began passionately making out on top of him.
Jaune struggled not to perform oral on the sexy Huntress grinding her pussy on his face, but his every effort just to breathe set off a cascade of moans and giggles. And... he wasn't made of stone. Velvet, her molten pussy enveloping his dick as she made out with Coco, was just- fuck, from hearing her moan just earlier in the day, the first symptom of this new phenomenon, Jaune was just too turned on! He'd been surrounded by sexy, desirable girls at this school since he first arrived at Beacon and now they were literally throwing themselves at him!
He was only a man!
As he released his pent-up load into Velvet, she howled in ecstatic glee. Her earlier climaxes had been nothing compared to sheer erotic joy she received with him finally cumming inside her. She came so hard she just toppled over, rolling to Jaune's side with a thud.
Jaune wanted to check on her, make sure she hadn't hurt herself in the fall, but the besotted Coco remained on top of his face... but he felt her lean forward and then-
Jaune felt her lips kiss and suckle at his dick.
She was- she was licking up his cum! Jaune, even already spent, felt his dick rally at the thought, a subconscious burst of aura deciding to help make sure that part of him recharged quickly. But with his dick getting hard as Coco licked him clean in this sudden 69, the fashionista shifted, giving Jaune access to light and fresh air as she positioned herself to get her own load of Jaune's seed.
Velvet, he could see, was uninjured, burbling happily off to his side, fucked utterly senseless and giggling in mindless glee. His cum was visibly leaking out of her pussy. She, at least, wouldn't be a problem, except for the way she clung to his arm was helping hold him in place. Not that Coco needed the assistance---she had him pinned, and she wasn't going to stop until Jaune had filled her with a hot load of his seed.
It was a doomed effort to try and not impregnate another student, but Jaune still, valiantly, tried to exhaust Coco as best he could. Where Velvet had become a giggly nympho, Coco had been turned into something of a sex zombie, moaning with hungry need as she milked him for cum. Jaune was sore, his dick aching from the intensity of his climax, but... the sight of Coco Adel mindlessly riding his cock while drooling, a trickle going down her lips and onto her tits, moaning in need, it was all making his dick hard. She was just- she was the unreachable, the peerless fashionista who'd teased Jaune mercilessly about how many girls flirted with him. How many times had she "joked" about him "going too far," and now, she was the one holding him down as she desperately fucked him, driven wild by a need to fuck him?
He couldn't resist. With a low, guttural moan, Jaune released again, spurting another load of thick cum right into Coco's pussy. Her face lit up in pure, undeniable joy as she collapsed on top of him, moaning all the while some variation of "need" or "breed" as her legs tightened around him to keep him pinned on the floor.
This was... this was bad. Jaune was naked, with two naked students on top of him, his cum dripping from their pussies, and Jaune could see that the door was clearly open. Somebody must have heard them, even if Jaune's quarters were in a mostly-unpopulated part of the school---but maybe, if someone got here, Jaune could explain what-
"Jaaaaaauuuuune..."
With a dull realization of horror, Jaune looked up to see Blake Belladonna, another Faunus student, standing in the doorway in a state of undress and with a now familiar look in his eyes. The normally reserved girl drooled as she approached him.
"You smell... heavenly," she sighed as she stalked forward. "I never- never realized how sexy you were, Jaune... so... manly, so..." she inhaled deeply, her eyes becoming unfocused. "Need you... need you," she panted, "Need... to mate... breed..."
Jaune was too weak to flee, even if he wasn't pinned under Coco and Velvet's sleeping forms. And even if he could... Blake was a Huntress who specialized in speed. He didn't stand a chance!
But as she leapt at him, she suddenly stopped! ...in mid air, suspended by nothing, as she struggled in vain to-
Ms. Goodwitch!
Blake, still struggling in midair, made an animalistic, feline hiss at Ms. Goodwitch as she entered the room. With a flick of her crop, the Faunus girl was thrown from Jaune's quarters, the door telekinetically locked after her. Jaune prayed the virus wasn't permanent, but the state of the students seemed to be getting worse by the minute.
"Mr. Arc!" she barked, her voice crisp and authoritative and mercifully not begging him to breed her, "A new infection has spread through the school and we may be the only ones not infected. There's a secure zone, a panic room I can get us to through the maintenance tunnels. It'll hold them back until we can coordinate a proper rescue."
With her help, he was able to pry Velvet and Coco off of him, the both of them hardly even murmuring as they were rolled over.
"B-but if the girls are affected by this infection," Jaune asked, struggling to get into his pajama pants for a semblance of modesty, "we- we have to help them! What if they can't-"
"Do you really favor your chances with the girls? Outside the panic room?" Glynda asked, but it wasn't really a question. So Jaune shut up, desperately tried to pull on some clothes, and followed the Deputy Headmistress as she hurriedly led him through the back passages of Beacon.
It wasn't a long journey, but the whole while, Jaune felt as though any moment, a beautiful, naked woman---and he could picture any number of them in his mind---would burst through the wall and seize him... it'd be a fantasy if it wasn't so terrifying! But he was able to keep himself together long enough that Glynda could point to the door that led them to safety. A panic room at a Huntress's Academy was designed to repel everything short of artillery---even with what the students had, this should hold tight. Jaune took a moment to admire the thick, steel door they passed through as it closed with a thoom, before the lock mechanism engaged. They... they should be safe now.
Not that Ms. Goodwitch was taking chances.
"Quickly, use the console to activate the air filtration systems!" she barked, and Jaune did not hesitate to comply, swiftly punching in buttons as he heard the reinforced steel finish locking into place. This... this was a disastrous situation, but at least, at least, they'd managed to get out of there. Looking at the security screen, he could see Blake Belladonna, now joined by Yang Xiao Long, both affected by the virus and setting upon Velvet and Coco, animalistically humping the girls while lapping the cum Jaune had deposited in their pussies. He couldn't keep watching, but the other monitors... All across the school, this sexual madness had taken hold. But where sudden orgies hadn't broken out, Jaune could see girls... hunting. There was no other term for it, the way they stalked the corridors of the school searching... searching for him.
But suddenly...
Jaune felt hands wrap around his waist and his blood went cold. A pair of breasts, breasts he had spent a lot of time trying not to gawk at, were smushed into his back as Jaune realized that safety from the outside wasn't as important as he might have thought.
"I'm sorry Jaune..." Ms. Goodwitch whispered in his ear, using a tone of voice he'd never heard, never imagined he'd heard her use before, "but can you ever forgive a naughty teacher?"
His mind hadn't caught up to his situation. "B-but you- you weren't infected! You weren't like them!" he protested in vain.
"It was soooooo hard to fake it," she giggled as her hands went for his waist, "Had to be all... stuffy and boring and no-fun, even why I could, mmmm, I could practically taste your warm, sexy cum... but now I've got you all to myself, Jaune."
"Oh no..." he moaned in dismay, "You've- you've got to fight it! Got to-"
"Uh-uh," she shook her head, "Now it's aaaalllll the virus, Jauney... now it's not my fault I tricked you and trapped you and... gonna pin you to the floor and fuck you... I didn't have a choice... All the virus... Now I'm allowed to do these, mmmm, these sexy things to you..."
Terror flitted through Jaune as the powerful teacher effortlessly pushed him down to the floor, but at the same time... this wasn't like with Coco and Velvet. Jaune had had time to realize what was going on, and to let his tactical mind kick into gear. And while he was only an apprentice at Beacon, Jaune was still learning to be a hero, and that meant staying calm under pressure and doing what he had to do. Even under desperate odds.
The only thing that had worked on Coco and Velvet...
Resolved to help Ms. Goodwitch, Jaune gripped the sexy teacher by the hips and moved her into place to start fucking her. He couldn't reason with her, couldn't overpower her, but he could exhaust her. Her eyes lit up in perverse delight as he acquiesced to her demands. His cock slipped right in, her pussy soaked from the virus's arousal effects and, oh, did it feel heavenly...
"Oh yes!" she cried, throwing her head back in jubilant ecstasy, "Oh yes, Jaune! Oh yes, yes, yes! Make teacher feel good!"
But Jaune's focus was not on the stacked blonde's heaving tits as he bounced her on his cock. It was an endurance match, and the only way to win was to fuck her senseless to give him a chance to escape... and to try to use that time to figure out a solution to the crisis he was in!
With a primal growl, Jaune started giving Goodwitch his all, roughly and mercilessly fucking her. It felt good, so good, after being pushed around by so many women to finally take a dominant role, even from below, as he let his fingers sink into her soft flesh as he reshaped her pussy with his dick. He was going to win this contest and break her.
Not that Glynda minded one bit. "Ohhhhhhh gods!" she gasped out, "Oh, Jaune, yes, yes! I- I love you, yes, fuck me, yes, YES! JAUNE! YES!"
She screamed, loud and long, as Jaune brought her to an easy climax. Thankfully, the mad infatuation with him induced by the virus meant she couldn't resist his touch, and now that he was really trying, he was going to make her scream his name until she couldn't speak anymore!
Jaune was relentless, summoning his deepest reserves of energy and aura to give Glynda everything he had. And, he couldn't lie, his body was incredibly willing to fuck the gorgeous, busty blonde senseless. It was a challenge to hold back, to deny himself his own climax, but he knew that he had a duty to Glynda to not do anything to her that couldn't be taken back, and why was he at Beacon if not to push himself to his very limits?
Glynda's overcharged sensitivity and desperate, lewd need sent her into climax after climax. Jaune bounced her on his hips, jackhammered his dick into her pusy, and left her screaming until she couldn't scream any longer, her words turning into a lusty soup of wet desire.
"Jaaaaauuuuune..." she moaned, her voice slurring, "neeeeed... need yooooooouuuu... "
But she wouldn't give. She was barely holding on, hardly able to do more than mumble slurred variations of "Jaune" and "need," but her aura boosted strength meant that any attempt Jaune made to pull away were in vain... and Jaune was starting to tire himself. He'd put her through countless climaxes, but she wasn't yielding!
Which was when Jaune realized... he'd seen this with Velvet and Coco. The virus... the virus compelled them to be bred. And until Jaune had given Glynda his seed, she wouldn't stop. Looking into her eyes, Jaune saw, behind the clear exhaustion and the glassy look from the virus, that Glynda was silently pleading. Something Jaune, never a man who could let someone down, had no defense against.
She wanted to be bred? Well, he'd give her that.
With a sudden roar, Jaune stopped holding back. Like he'd done with Velvet, with Coco, Jaune released, flooding Glynda's womb with his seed as the matronly combat instructor's face lit up with girlish glee. Jaune pumped rope after rope of his cum into her, his aura, being responsive to his subconscious desires, having more than replenished his stores as he dumped it all into his virus-addled lover.
Finally exhausted, Glynda stopped, though still making a few unconscious motions to keep humping him. Jaune, first taking a moment to catch his breath, tilted on his bruised hip to gently push her off of him. She rolled to the floor, a happy, dreamy smile on her face as Jaune saw the mix of his and her fluids running down her thighs.
Even though she'd forced herself on him, Jaune couldn't bring himself to wish ill on the professor. He gently laid a blanket over her sleeping form, hearing a soft, happy sigh as he did. It was the virus, he told himself, the virus was making her irrational. He gently massaged her shoulder and was rewarded with a dreamy murmur of contentment.
He should tie her up. Find a way to make sure she was contained, but right now, it felt... hah, he was just too tender to do something like that, wasn't he? Staggering over to get some water, Jaune idly glanced at the security monitors and-
Wait a minute... where was everyone?
Room after room was empty, and four cameras weren't responding---three seemed to be not a real matter, but the fourth...
That was the camera covering the entrance to the panic room.
Jaune glanced to the door, reminding himself not to panic, that it was built under the assumption that Huntresses might attack, and no amount of dust weaponry should be able to...
The door had a- a black glow? That couldn't be-
But before he could even finish the thought, the door---a solid steel bank vault-style door---was ripped from its hinges as though it was paper. What on Remnant could do that? What student could be so powerful as to...
But behind the ruined frame of the door stood Pyrrha Nikos. Jaune... Jaune didn't know she was capable of that, but from what he'd seen... he shouldn't have been surprised. She wore nothing but a crazed grin, a wild titter overtaking her as her eyes focused on him, muttering something that sounded like, "waited so long..."
And behind her... sweet, only barely-eighteen Ruby Rose looked anything but innocent as she pinched her nipple. Her sister was hefting and squeezing her own tits lustfully as her partner clung to her, somehow more wild than when Jaune had last seen her. Most shocking of all was Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Corp, a girl Jaune had quietly carried a torch for that he knew he could never act on... she had two fingers in her slit already, spreading her pussy open and looking at him with naked desire.
But that was only the first row. Behind them, more and more girls, possibly the entire student body, naked, drooling, with an uncontrollable desire to mate, all advanced upon him. All of them Huntresses. All of them hot as hell. All of them more dangerous than Jaune could imagine.
Swallowing nervously, Jaune realized that there was no fleeing from this. No exits available, and even if there was... he didn't favor his chances against this horde. But... but with no place to run, there was only one option left.
He might not be a Huntress.
But Jaune could be brave in the face of danger.
Willing aura to his cock, Jaune let it harden, even as his incredibly sore organ tried to protest. If he was going down, he was going down swinging.
Weiss did not accept losing well.
She had been raised to be perfect. To accept nothing less in anything---it didn't matter if it was a fight or a test or a trivial game: a Schnee always succeeded, and a Schnee always demonstrated her excellence when called upon. Nothing less was considered acceptable, and... and Weiss had heard this so, so many times in her childhood. Her father was merciless in his criticism, in his comparisons of her against how Winter was at her age, and those lessons had sunk deep into her bones.
So not being the top score on the Math Assessment Standardized Test wasn't acceptable. Even if it wasn't an "Essential Huntsman Skills" class, it was a test and that meant that anything less than domination was defeat. Shameful, intolerable defeat.
And what was even less acceptable was who beat her.
Weiss furiously traced her eyes up the class ranking, seeing Yang and Nora (obviously) near the bottom. Blake, more of an artistic sort than a mathematician a bit higher up, followed by Ren, Ruby surprisingly high up, just a few points short of Pyrrha (the one woman Weiss would accept losing to), followed by her name in second place. And then above it...
It burned into Weiss's eyes, seeing his name... seeing it above hers. His score a margin above hers. Seeing that dolt of dolts, who couldn't focus enough to study, who was an anchor around Pyrrha's neck, who endlessly embarrassed her with his idiotic attempts to ask her out... Weiss felt a painful wrath churn in her gut to be bested by him.
"Yo, did you see Ruby's scores?" Yang's voice suddenly exploded behind her.
Weiss took a second to gather her wits before turning around. It wouldn't do to be publicly upset about being in second place. She wouldn't- wouldn't be so childish.
"I was impressed," she replied, stiffly, "to see our leader do so well. I had no idea she was so mathematically gifted..."
"Well," Yang said, stroking her chin, "she's a weapons engineer and a sniper, so she's always had a bit of a head for numbers, more than me, that's for sure, but she really outdid herself this time around! Boy, I thought she and Jaune were just reading comic books with that whole math tutoring thing, but-"
Yang cocked an eyebrow. "Oh? Did you think my little sis and Llllllloverboy," she rolled the L in that smug, Yang way, full of implications, "were doing something else with their little one-on-one times in-"
Weiss glared at her. "Shut. Up. But are you serious? Jaune was... tutoring Ruby? In Math?"
"Yeah," Yang shrugged, pointing her finger at the hated paper pinned before Weiss, "Judging from the test scores, he's the best at math here, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised he's good at teaching her to get her scores up. Heh," she chuckled, "that's what a non-combat education gets you, I guess. If only he could math a Grimm to death..."
The fury that burned inside Weiss's breast wasn't a mindless rage. It was the scorn she'd been long trained by her demanding father and absent mother to point inward. To point at herself until her weakness was corrected. And she saw that there was a way, as unpleasant as it seemed, to achieve that.
"Jaune," Weiss said, her throat rebelling against the words she was forcing it to voice, "I would like to ask you... for your help. In M-Mathematics."
Even though she had asked nicely, the dolt just blinked at her. She'd made a point of asking him after class, when people would be distracted by packing up and leaving, but she still hated hw public this humiliation was. Still... better than approaching him privately in his dorm. He might get ideas from something like that!
"Are... are you sure? Aren't you, uh, really good at math? I don't-"
"Jaune," she said, forcing a smile on her face as she internally screamed that he surely knew that he outscored her. That he humiliated her in front of the entire school. That he was... b- b- better than her. "I think it would be good for me to not rest on accomplishments and continue to strive to excel... particularly considering your... excellent test scores."
"Oh, wow," he blushed, "I didn't... well, thank you for your faith in me Weiss. I'm... really touched." He was acting humble but Weiss could see right through it. "I'd be happy to offer you some math tutoring."
"But!" she interrupted, "I have a few conditions." He could conceal his obvious lechery, but Weiss knew what was still going on. She knew where this was certainly headed in his mind. "First of all, this won't be a one-on-one thing. I would like it to be a study group, so if we could find a third-"
"Are you starting a study group? I'd love to be a part of it."
Weiss turned in surprise. She had thought for sure it would be Ruby who would have to be the third person, someone who would compound her humiliation and annoyance for sure, but Weiss had been saved by, of all people... Pyrrha.
Why she felt the need to join them, Weiss didn't begin to understand, but... a chance to spend more one on one time with Pyrrha? Even if her partner was there? Weiss's mood changed instantly. Brightening at once she smiled. "That would be excellent! "
Weiss had expected her tutoring to be a punishment. A necessary humiliation to remind her that Schnees did not lose, that she wouldn't get careless again, but... but it hadn't been that.
Several weeks in, Weiss realized that she was starting to look forward to her study group sessions. It had happened so subtly she only just realized that the thought of joining Pyrrha and Jaune in the library study room lifted her spirits. A few weeks after that, they were the highlight of her week. And finally, it clicked, the special element that made it so incredibly desirable to her.
It was the positivity.
Weiss was addicted to it. The constant praise and applause, the way Jaune and Pyrrha were so supportive of her, and worse, Weiss was learning to love being supportive of them. Every time she mastered a problem, Jaune would smile at her and cheer her on. At first, she found it annoying, even aggravating, that it was unnecessary to treat excellence as anything other than expectation. But after a while, she found she rather liked being rewarded for success. She liked the feeling of everyone being upbeat and cheerful. So much better than living in constant terror of failure, of Father's presence looming over her, scrutinizing her for any sign of weakness. And it was getting better as they further developed their group. They'd moved it from a math group to a rotating study group---Jaune still led discussions on math, but now Pyrrha was teaching them both swordsmanship, and Weiss... Weiss was leading group discussions on aura control and Dust usage.
She bathed in positive vibes and emotional support. Three nights a week, she was with her study group and she was either showering or being showered in encouragement as she watched all three of them grow into better students, an unmistakable pride burning in her chest for her peers that had once been either jealous competitiveness or open contempt.
But it led to a problem. Weiss had never been in an atmosphere of such positivity before. She had no context for this sort of feeling, and before she even realized it, she was addicted to Jaune and Pyrrha. To hearing them applaud her accomplishments, to being told she was doing a good job, to receiving the warmth and kindness her parents never gave her!
She was stumbling out of the room in a daze of good feelings and emotional support. She felt like she was a little girl all over again, the thought of Jaune putting a pumpkin sticker on her practice tests making her literally dizzy as she pictured it.
In fact, after her latest session, she was so dizzy that she hardly noticed that Pyrrha stopped her before she left until she realized there was a hand on her shoulder.
"Huh? Oh, hey Pyrrha," she replied, surprised to get knocked out of her daze. "What's up?"
The redheaded champion suddenly looked away, and Weiss realized that this was going to be a serious conversation. "I... I think you know why I joined the study group."
Weiss blinked. She'd... never actually thought as to why Pyrrha would want to study math. She just assumed Pyrrha had a similar drive to self-improvement. She didn't think there was a reason, much less one she might have to...
Weiss was starting to put the pieces together, and from the look on her face, Pyrrha evidently could take a gander at what she was thinking.
"I... I like Jaune," she admitted.
Before their study group, this revelation would have been unthinkable. The sort of thing that threw Weiss's whole assumptions about how the world worked into a wild bolt of denial. But now, she was just surprised that she hadn't seen it sooner. After all, Jaune wasn't the dolt Weiss had once thought of him. He was a man a woman like Pyrrha could fall for. Kind. Compassionate. Understanding. A little dorky, sometimes a little dense, but someone Weiss had discovered was the sort of man she'd always wanted in her life, the sort of man who gave her the attention and care nobody, least of all her father, ever did. He was the only man who actually treated her with love and-
Another wordless look to Pyrrha that she effortlessly translated into speech.
"I think... you like Jaune too."
Weiss nodded, still too stunned by the revelation to speak. And the realization that they were... that they were now rivals. Romantic opponents after the same man's heart.
A man who hadn't realized that Pyrrha was into him in spite of everything she'd done, so this might be a harder task than Weiss had ever imagined it might be, but... how could she go against Pyrrha? A woman she idolized only to find the genuine person beneath the celebrity and find her so dear and welcoming and open that Weiss couldn't imagine going against her... she couldn't bear to best Pyrrha and take Jaune as her own, but now that she'd realized her feelings, Weiss wasn't sure she could bear losing him, even to Pyrrha!
Pyrrha, though, just smiled. She didn't seemed concerned at all that the two of them were caught in an unexpected love triangle. "But I think there's a way for us to get everything we want. You see... I think what you and I want from Jaune is... similar, but different. I love him, and... you love him, too. But... you want him to cherish you, to reward you, to dote on you... you want a Daddy, Weiss."
Weiss gasped, sputtering a protest, "N-no! That's- that's not at all how I-"
"Don't try to deny it, sweetie," she said, stepping forward and making Weiss very cognizant of how close Pyrrha was, the scent of her perfume wafting into Weiss's nose, "You want your Mommy and Daddy to tell you how proud they are of you."
Oh!
Weiss's eyes went wide as a new revelation crashed into her. All her idle daydreams in the study room, imagining herself as a little girl raised in a positive environment where her parents doted on their darling child, praising her accomplishments... and now thinking that she wasn't a little girl. That these weren't her parents. But they could pretend and do...
Weiss swallowed. Gods yes, she wanted that. Wanted that so badly...
Pyrrha smiled and stroked Weiss's hair, making the Schnee heiress moan from the sudden rush of warmth to her cheeks and... elsewhere. "Is that what my little girl needs?" she asked, "Does she need to be told that her Mommy and Daddy are so proud of her?"
Weiss suddenly lost her balance, toppling against Pyrrha's chest... into her embrace. She felt so... small and vulnerable, and yet, so safe and protected. So cared for. And if Pyrrha had a plan... she moaned in consent, her knees getting weak as she pictured being cuddled between Jaune and Pyrrha, emotionally and sexually satisfied as the two of them doted on her after having their way with her... yes, she was in. She was so in.
Weiss was beaming.
Catching sight of herself in the mirror, it was hard for her to imagine that she used to be the stiff, joyless young woman she was before Pyrrha had helped her realize where her heart truly lied... and given her a makeover. She had her hair tied in pigtails. She was wearing a poofy blue skirt and her bright blue shirt had a cartoon snowflake on the front. Ruby thought she looked cute, giving her a thumbs up while Blake and Yang stifled a giggle as they told her she looked cute , and she was so excited to wear this outfit as she showed Jaune and Pyrrha the test she had in her hand.
Rushing to the JNPR dorm, she eagerly knocked on the door, which Pyrrha soon opened. They'd planned this in advance, finding a time when Nora and Ren would be out for a while (buying that all-you-can-eat pancake coupon and loudly announcing that she didn't even want it had paid off in spades), but Weiss knew she had to play her role perfectly.
"Is Jaune in?" she asked, nervously scratching her foot against the floor.
"Sure! Come on in, Weiss!" Pyrrha answered cheerfully---but Weiss could see the way her eyes smoldered to see her and her outfit.
Jaune turned and got up from his chair, eyes popping from her sudden style change as Weiss sprang forward and thrust the test into his hand, where he could clearly see the big, red "100%" But he quickly forced himself to get past his surprise and gave her a smile that made Weiss swoon.
"Weiss!" he laughed, a proud noise that made her heart beat and her pussy squirm, "That's excellent! Way to go---it's great to see your hard work pay off like this!"
Oh, it'd pay off alright...
"I think..." Pyrrha said in a voice clouded with lust, "I think our little girl deserves a reward..."
Jaune laughed nervously, "Pyrrha, I, uh, I'm not... not sure what you mean..."
"Surely," Pyrrha purred as she wrapped her arms around Weiss, a gesture that made her let out a quiet moan as she felt her Mommy's arms wrap around her, "you've noticed the effect you have on her? When you praise her and reward her for her hard work... something her father never did for her," Weiss shivered, pulling deeper into Mommy's comforting hug, "but you did... we gave her more love in the past few months than she'd ever received from her entire childhood, and you didn't think she might grow to depend on us... to think of us like her Mommy and Daddy?"
Looking at the both of them incredulously, Jaune blinked in surprise, his mouth moving but struggling to find the words. "You... you can't be serious..."
Weiss gasped at that. "D-don't you want me, Daddy?" she asked in her highest, most fearful voice, "Don't you want your little Weissy to be your good girl?"
Her words, combined with her teary-eyed pout, practically knocked him right over. She'd have grinned if she knew it'd ruin the effect of being Daddy's Little Angel.
"Don't tell me," Mommy laughed, high and musical, "that seeing her like this... wanting to be your little girl doesn't turn you on... It certainly makes me excited..."
"Y-you-" he stammered.
"Want you? Oh, Jaune," her voice smoldered with dark lust, "I've been wanting you for so long... and Weiss gave me the perfect opportunity to make a move on you no man could refuse..."
"Daddy?" Weiss asked, nervously "Mommy said if I was a good girl, you'd give me a special kiss... and I tried really hard on my test..."
All Daddy could do was just moan, clearly imagining the special kiss she'd been promised! Mommy guided her onto the bed and hiked up her skirt, showing Daddy her snowflake panties!
"Well, honey?" she asked, "Didn't our little girl do a good job?"
Wordlessly, he stepped forward, his mouth hanging open. Weiss felt very proud that she was cute enough to make Daddy want to do dirty things to her. As Mommy pulled her panties down, revealing her little pussy to Daddy's eyes, she felt so excited, so much like a big girl as he bent down and- ohhhhhhhhh.
Oh, this was a special kiss. A very special kiss, the kind that made her heart sing and her body feel all funny! Oh, oh, oh, it felt so good! So very, very good!
"M-Mommy," she gasped, "Daddy's l-licking my-"
"Yes honey," her Mommy told her, stroking her hair, "Daddy's eating your pussy. It feels good, doesn't it?"
"Oh yes!" she squealed, "It feels really super good!"
"That's my good girl... tell Daddy how good he's making you feel..."
Weiss was all too eager to comply, giggling as she told her Daddy how itchy and squirmy he was making her feel, how good it felt to feel his naughty kisses and how she felt bad that she couldn't do anything for Daddy...
Hearing that last bit, Mommy laughed. "Oh, but there is something you could do for Mommy and Daddy..."
Weiss eagerly looked up, as Daddy seemed to realize that they were moving on to the next exercise.
"You want to be a good girl for Mommy, right?" she asked, a teasing glint in her eye as Weissy eagerly nodded, "Then how about you give Daddy a special kiss of your own while he's fucking Mommy?"
Gasping in surprise, Weissy took a moment before she could answer. "Really?" she asked, "You mean it? Oh, Mommy, I want that! I want that so bad!"
Daddy pulled back with a moan, picturing what they were about to do. With a giggle, Weissy scampered to help Mommy undress, revealing her naughty pussy, which Weiss gave a quick, naughty kiss, as she compared her body with Mommy's. Her boobies were bigger than Weissy's, but she knew she was a growing girl, and maybe, one day, she'd be able to press her boobies into Daddy when he was hugging her and telling her not to be scared of thunderstorms...
But that thought got disrupted by Daddy slipping his pants off and revealing...
Both Mommy and Weissy had to stop for a moment at the sight of Daddy's big, hard cock. It was so scary! Weissy was glad that Mommy was going first, that she'd make sure Weissy could see how to do it and that it was safe.
Getting on her hands and knees like a doggy, Mommy gently instructed Weissy to get under her, looking up to see her pussy all wet and slippery, almost dripping on her face! Weissy wondered what it tasted like, if it was sweet or salty, but before she got her chance to give Mommy a kiss, Daddy got in place with his big hard cock!
Both girls gasped as Daddy pressed his big cockhead against Mommy's tight slit... then pushed it in, leaning forward to give Mommy a kiss as Weiss scrunched up her face as she watched from beneath them, knowing that she'd been given an extra-special big girl job to take care of!
Kissing and suckling her Daddy's big balls, she occasionally snuck a naughty kiss to Mommy's pussy while Daddy fucked it! It was so good, so good, especially because Daddy was praising them both, telling them what good girls they were, how good it felt to fuck them, and oh, Weissy loved being praise for being a good girl more than anything! She loved her Mommy and Daddy so much!
Hearing Mommy say dirty things made Weissy feel even naughtier. She was a naughty girl with a naughty Mommy, and she knew that was what Daddy liked! And what Mommy and Weissy liked was Daddy's cock!
Mommy liked it so much, she suddenly screamed, "Oh FUCK, OH FUCK, OH JAUNE, C-CUMMMMMMMING!" as Daddy fucked her pussy!
Weissy giggled. Mommy had been naughty, using a dirty word like that! But she was all tired out, and Daddy's cock was still so big and hard!
"I think..." Daddy gasped, "I think our little girl's earned a lot today..."
Springing into place, Weissy's legs were spread wide as she licked her lips. Daddy was going to make her a woman!
With a single thrust, he pierced her, pinning her to the bed and making her scream. Oh, it felt good, it felt so good! She thought it'd be scary or painful, but any pain she felt was drowned in the pleasure Daddy's cock was giving her... and the pride she felt in knowing that she was making her Daddy so hard! Oh, it was good, oh gods, it was GOOD!
Daddy was fucking her pussy! Daddy was fucking her pus-sy! Making Weissy all messed up and dirty as she squeaked and squirmed, feeling Daddy's big cock fill her up and making her a woman!
"Such a good girl..." Mommy cooed, "Bringing Mommy and Daddy together..."
Weissy beamed, so happy to be what brought the three of them together. "Thank you Mommy!" she called out, "And th-a-a-nk you, Daddy!"
He was pounding away, relentlessly wearing down her defenses as he explored Weissy's most secret places, making her feel all naughty 'n cute 'n dirty 'n so, so loved! Oh, she couldn't bear it, couldn't bear it any longer! She needed her Daddy to take her, take her fully, all the way, and she needed it now!
"Y-yes, Daddy," she gasped, "C-cum in your Weissy's pussy and make me a Mommy, too!"
She was on birth control, so it was all just play acting, but Daddy certainly liked hearing her say it as he came inside her, his rich, sticky cream making her pussy gush from Daddy's love!
Gasping and panting, Daddy pulled out, his cock all dirty now. Weissy wanted to clean it up, but Mommy was quicker, lovingly licking and slurping it clean. The sight of it made Weiss giggle, realizing what they'd just done.
"Thank you, Daddy," she sighed, contentedly, "You lucky, lucky man."
Jaune just laughed, shaking his head. "Never... never in a thousand years could I have guessed that I'd ever get this lucky..."
But it was more than luck, wasn't it? Weiss and Pyrrha... they had been the lucky ones. The ones who discovered that the diamond in the rough was a kind, sweet man, the sort who was very good at taking care of girls who needed to be appreciated... needed to be treated with the kind of love and attention he excelled at. Had Weiss been so stubborn, had she kept up her haughty exterior instead of opening up, she never would have ever had anything like this... really, she was the lucky one here.
She was so glad she swallowed her pride... and if she was lucky, next study session, she might get to learn how to swallow something else.
Visiting her family was a stressful proposition for Weiss. For the obvious reasons, of course, her father was now imprisoned, her mother was trying to put her life back together and make her apologies for letting her children suffer, Whitley was entering a sullen, teenaged mood, and Winter was... Winter was kind, but Winter's kindness came in an intimidating and distant form.
But Weiss had even more reasons to fret about this visit, because it was one she was making with her boyfriend.
He sat next to her on the flight, marveling at the difference modern medicine made... until he looked out the window and his motion sickness came back in a hurry. It was, at least, a bit of distraction, but it was also... reminder of who Jaune was. He wasn't the sort of man Weiss had ever imagined herself with. A sweet man. An honest and kind man. No suave intellectual, no victorious champion, not a manly Huntsman-
Although that last thought was cut off with an unbidden thought reminding Weiss that while Jaune might not look the part of manliness, he'd proven her quite wrong in that regard. Their first time had been... well, not what Weiss had ever imagined sex could be like.
"Fucking... fuck! P-Plow me you- you- f-fucking animal!"
Jaune had her bent over the table, most of her clothes still on, her panties still looped around her ankles as he slammed into her, his heavy balls smacking against her leg with every mighty thrust. Fuck, how had they gotten to this? She'd given him a pity date, his hand had... drifted, but Weiss found herself quite unable to shoo it away as Jaune's aggression just seemed to paralyze her resistance. Instead, she found herself leaning into his touch, her face suddenly flush, her thighs trembling, as... a number of things happened, and suddenly, the two of them were fucking like animals.
And FUCK he was so good at this! Weiss- Weiss hated that she had so quickly caved to his amorous intentions, but fuck if she could stop him, fuck if she could stop herself! She screamed his name as she hit his climax, hating how humiliating it was to give him the satisfaction of knowing he'd screwed her brains out, but fuck, he was doing things to Weiss that she hadn't thought possible!
How was his DICK so fucking BIG? It was splitting her right open and Brothers above, she couldn't understand it! It was so good! So fucking good she didn't even care how impossible this was, didn't care about anything, so long as he kept- on- FUCKING- HER!
It brought a smile to her face to think of their first time. Not- not just because it was an amazing fuck! It was... it was the way she'd been so embarrassed that Jaune was so good at sex. She was practically indignant about it! It was such an old Weiss way of thinking, acting like the unexpected was unacceptable. Fortunately, Jaune had been able to get her head right, giving her a very humbling education in how she could be proven wrong.
And in exchange, she'd given him an education in... well, education. Taught him aura control, dust theory, and drilled him in the finer points of swordsmanship as he... drilled her pussy every time she asked for it. But Jaune was more than a breeding bull, he was... kind and sweet and funny and made Weiss feel good about herself when she was with him. Leaning against her boyfriend's arm, Weiss reminded herself that this was the man she had chosen, the one who'd claimed her heart. She didn't have to worry about her family. They cared for her and they'd see how happy Jaune made her, and so she had nothing to be afraid of.
"Thinking about your family?" Jaune asked.
"Mhmmm."
"Worried?"
She shook her head and smiled. "I just know they're going to love you as much as I do."
Weiss had expected things back home to be different. Their family was going through a major change and Weiss had been changed so much by her time at Beacon. This wasn't going to be a visit like any other she'd had before. But at the same time...
Did she really only just realize that everyone in her family was a total cunt?
Really, had she just been so caught up in how awful her father was not to notice that the snobbishness and dismissiveness was just a part of all of them? Weiss had had to confront her biases at Beacon. Ruby and Blake and Yang had forced her to grow up, and while it had been a painful process, she could admit it had been good for her, and she could see that neither Winter nor her mother had had a similar experience.
Because right now, it was all directed right at Jaune.
Not that he noticed. He took all the veiled put downs and snide questions in stride, which only made them think he was simple, and that gave them permission to be truly ruthless. Winter interrogated him about his progress at Beacon while a mortified Weiss tried to get her to just shut up, and her mother... it was those looks she'd give Weiss. Every faux pas, every little slip in etiquette, her mother gave Weiss a look, bemused and contemptuous an "Is this really the man you brought home" look, and Weiss- Weiss wanted to just grab them both, drag them into a room, and chew them out for how horrible they were being about Jaune.
Whitley, sullen as he was, was the one person who wasn't being a massive, condescending bitch and Weiss couldn't believe it! Winter was obviously trying to bully Jaune into slipping up and making a mistake she could pounce on. Every statement he made had to be questioned, interpreted in the least charitable way, and pointed directly back at Weiss with a note of disapproval. And her mother was just... what was wrong with them? What on Remnant could possibly keep them from seeing what Jaune really was?
He was sweet! Kind! A man who treated her better than any man had ever treated her before, a man who cared about her, not her name, not her money, not her stupid father... he was everything Weiss had never realized she wanted in a man, and her stupid family just couldn't be happy for her!
Dinner had been a test. Jaune had been a sweetheart through it all, so gracious as he stumbled through their withering inquisitions, surely unaware of the veiled insults he was subjected to. So Weiss was the one struggling to keep her cool, struggling to convince herself to keep her cool. When her mother made a pointed allusion to Jaune's upbringing as a "more quotidien sort," she just wanted to scream that they were behaving disgracefully, but she knew her family. She knew that everything was handled through quiet, unspoken emotional mindfields. Just like they always handled things.
As they finished dinner, they retired for brandy afterwards---ignoring Whitley's obvious pout that he was being left out. Jaune had actually asked on Whitley's behalf if they could opt for a more all-ages refreshment after dinner, but her mother insisted that she get a chance to ask Jaune questions over drinks. Winter had made a snide comment about whether Jaune could handle Atlesian brandy, and Weiss saw that the gauntlet had been thrown. They were going to have brandy and they were going to show Winter and her mother that their relationship was strong and healthy and not at all like what Weiss grew up under!
Of course, "withering comments over drinks" had been her mother's domain for years. Jaune coughed when took a sip, unused to the kick of the strong alcohol, and Weiss did not miss the obvious mirth in her family's eyes. He'd shown weakness, and now they pounced, the hyenas...
Weiss couldn't take it anymore. To hell with propriety!
"Enough of this!" she cried, "Winter, Mother, you- have you no shame? Jaune is our guest and-"
She was cut off by her mother. "Oh, Weiss, we were only teasing-"
"No!" she shot back, "No, you weren't! You two- you're just mad that I found someone who makes me happy, that I have a good man in my life and you're-"
"I hardly believe," Winter snorted, "that I'm expected to be jealous of your... current paramour."
"Weiss, it's okay," Jaune whispered, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. But he didn't get it. It wasn't okay and it wasn't going to be okay until somebody-
Until somebody taught them a lesson...
Turning around suddenly, Weiss knelt and yanked Jaune's pants down.
Jaune made a rather unmasculine gasp as Winter and her mother's eyes went wide... but then they went wider as they saw Jaune's fat, heavy dick. It wasn't even erect and yet, it was a hefty thing, a proper third leg that surely outclassed whatever they'd seen before!
"Weiss!" he hissed, "What the hell are you-"
But Weiss was already wrapping her fingers around his cock. She loved this, loved how tiny her hand seemed in comparison with even his flaccid prick, quickly expanding as she stroked him up and down. And she loved the looks on her mother and sister's faces, the surprise, shock, and disbelief slowly giving way to amazement with an undeniable hint of lust.
"This..." she whispered to them, "This is why he's my man. Once you've tried him, you'll never accept anyone else."
"Weiss..." Winter said, her eyes wide and locked on Jaune's meat. "This is... this is... highly unusual..."
"Oh, my..." her mother gasped, "That's... quite a- quite a man you've found, Weiss."
Stroking her hand up and down Jaune's shaft, Weiss grinned in manic delight. Winter was trying to maintain her control, but Weiss could see it was a hopeless task. And her mother... after so many years in a miserable, loveless marriage, well, she was powerless against the sight of Jaune's thick club just dangling before her eyes. Weiss knew that they'd fare no better than she had, not when they had this testament to sexual virility on display!
Weiss took a long inhale of Jaune's musky scent. She licked her lips. Her family was still too far away to yet realize how intoxicating his scent was... but as he drew them in, they'd soon find themselves overwhelmed, their minds unprepared for the level of arousal Jaune inspired.
"He's incredible..." she sighed, "A real man, the kind neither of you have any experience with."
"Weiss!" Jaune hissed, "What are you doing? I don't think-"
"No, no..." her mother said, dreamily, "Here, let me..."
What she was going to offer to do, Weiss was left uninformed as her mother staggered forward, toward Jaune.
"Mother, wait!" Winter interjected, "He's Weiss's... boyfriend..." her objections began to fall apart in her mouth as she tried to articulate why they shouldn't fall to their knees before it and worship it, just like Weiss had so wonderfully failed to do back at Beacon.
"We were... quite wrong about your boyfriend, Weiss," her mother purred, her eyes locked on Jaune's dick, "Is there anything we can do to make it up to him?"
Smirking confidently, Weiss said, "I think you already know what the both of you can do to show you're sorry."
"Oh of course..." her mother sighed, dropping down on her knees and pressing her face against his shaft, feeling the weight of his meaty cock on her cheek. Weiss could feel herself growing wet just looking at it---there was something about Jaune's meat that simply commanded her attention. Something about its girth just... hypnotized her, drawing her eyes, feeling it's weight, tasting it with her lips, his musk invading her nose.
"Mother, we..." Winter struggled to say anything with the sight of Jaune's dick entracing her, even as she found herself slowly drawn closer and closer, "This isn't... proper..."
"We were," her mother lectured, in between sucking on Jaune's balls, "such horrible bitches to him, Winter... we need to show him we can be nice."
With a low, helpless moan, Winter's discipline finally gave way as she leaned forward and swiftly engulfed Jaune's dick in her mouth. Impressive that she could manage taking so much of Jaune, making her throat bulge with his thickness, and yet she pushed herself to take him even deeper. Either to make up for being such a bitch to him, or just demonstrating that peerless excellence she had as a Specialist, her eyes tearing as she struggled to take him to the base.
Watching her mother and her sister blow her boyfriend was not something Weiss thought she might ever see, much less that it would prove to be so enjoyable. But it was, her blood rising hot and eager as she watched her family submit to Jaune's manly club. She had been much less submissive in their first encounter, she thought with a hint of pride. Watching Winter and her mother, such proud, haughty women, succumb so easily... Weiss simply drank it up. She wasn't surprised to feel her hand begin rubbing her dress, providing some friction to release some of the coiled tension inside her. In fact, Weiss welcomed it, slipping her hand into her panties as she sat down leaned back in her seat, appreciating the luxuriant feeling of the leather behind her as she watched the most respectable women in all of Atlas become little more than cock-hungry sluts.
Just like her.
"Jaune," she sighed, "You're so nice to let my mother and sister apologize with their mouths... they really don't deserve your cock and should have been sent to bed without supper! But you've always been such a sweet and forgiving man... after all," she moaned as she rubbed her clit with her palm, "you were so, uhnnnn, nice to forgive me for being so bitchy to you when we first met..."
She felt royal, Queenly, as she watched her family discover the error of their ways. Masturbating to the sight of two foolish girls learning their lesson as they desperately sucked her boyfriend off... Ha! When she'd submitted, she rode him like there was no tomorrow! Winter and her mother could barely handle a blowjob! Such foolish, foolish girls...
Between the attention of all three Schnee women, it was little surprise that Jaune wasn't able to hold back, pulling his dick from Winter's mouth to blast a thick load across both of their faces. Groaning as he came, Weiss leaned forward to watch them get spattered with his seed. His volume was as impressive as his tool, and his facial left the both of them drenched, like two porno sluts. They certainly didn't look like they were too good for Jaune with his seed dripping down their faces, crosseyed and dizzy from arousal!
"Good girls," Weiss cooed, enjoying being, for once, the mature adult in the room, "But with Jaune being so nice to you... you still have to make it up to him..."
Blinking in confusion (and swallowing Jaune's cum as it dripped into their mouths), they seemed to be a little too dizzy on his musk until Weiss gave her mother a hard slap on the ass. "Get in position to take his cock, you slut!"
"Weiss, I-" Jaune cut in, "I think we've gone far enough! They- they've-"
But Winter and her mother made a delirious noise as they quickly moved into position on their hands and knees, pulling down their panties and raising their glistening pussies for his admiration as Weiss gave her boyfriend a self-satisfied look. Now that they'd had a taste, it'd be cruel not to fuck their brains out.
And with his girlfriend encouraging, really, prompting him to fuck her sexy big sis and MILF of a mother, Jaune really had no choice but to let his cock spring right back up for another round. After all, he still had a lesson to teach them about being such bitches! With a groan, he pushed forward, starting with Winter and making the disciplined government agent just squeal like a schoolgirl taking Jaune's pole into her juicy pussy.
But Weiss wasn't going to let them off so easily. "Get it together you stupid cow!" she hissed at her sister, "If you don't start using your mouth to apologize, Jaune's gonna take his cock away and fuck someone who'll treat him right!"
Winter's eyes shot wide, clarity rushing back as she realized that if she didn't shape up, she wouldn't get cock!
"We-we're sorry!" Winter cried, "I'm sorry! I promise, I'll n-never be a haughty bitch again!"
"No you won't," Weiss said with savage glee, "Jaune's going to teach you humility so you won't be such an utter cunt anymore!"
She brought her hand down on her sister's rump with a mighty SMACK. Winter bellowed as Jaune kept plowing her, teaching her the real lesson of tonight. Her mother tittered mindlessly off to the side, Jaune's fingers scrambling her mind up as he explored her pussy. Gods he was amazing!
And Weiss wasn't finished. "You two humiliated me, put me through so much anxiety about what you'd think of my boyfriend, when I should have just realized that nobody cares what a pair of cockdrunk sluts have to say! After this, I'm gonna jam a vibrator in both of your asses and teach you-"
"Weiss..." Jaune groaned, "I know you've got some... some things to work through but do we wanna talk about it after we're done having sex?"
Blushing, Weiss realized she... might have other issues on her mind, deeper than just fretting about how her family would be rude to her boyfriend. But... but she was going to do the thing with the vibrators! She wanted to see Winter squirm, just like she was doing on Jaune's cock as she apologized for running away and dumping all the responsibilities of being Heiress to the SDC on Weiss's shoulders as a teenager! And to make her mother beg for forgiveness for not being there for her when she was feeling so isolated and alone, for growing up in loneliness until Jaune was there for her!
But as a drooling Winter slumped forward, cum oozing from her pussy, Weiss saw that now wasn't really the time. Jaune leaned back, and Weiss saw her mother was quick to clamber on top of him, plunging down on his dick (screaming that no man had ever pleasured her before now as she greedily took him to the hilt) and riding him with feverish enthusiasm.
With her mother receiving some long-overdue sexual satisfaction, Weiss turned to her sister. She didn't look like the haughty Specialist who'd just yesterday grilled Jaune on every detail of his combat performance record. Seemed she'd missed out on the most important detail, his ability to take two Schnees on and leave them begging for more. And leaving Weiss interested in more, come to think about it...
"If you ever want Jaune's cock again," she sneered as she lifted her skirt and showed her unsatisfied pussy to her sister's once again alert eyes, "You're going to have to make me cum."
And with that, she simply dropped herself right on top of Winter's face, grabbing her hair and making her work for her next shot at getting fucked stupid by the best cock in all Remnant!
Well, Weiss certainly couldn't deny that she had been partially right. She loved Jaune for his kindness, his integrity, his supportive character and his general Jauneness in a way her family didn't quite appreciate yet. But as she sat on her sister's face, feeling her tongue pushing in and out of her pussy, she definitely knew they loved his cock just as much as she did!
"I'm serious!" Yang laughed, "Weiss Cream has a cru-ush!"
"I'll believe it when i see it," Blake replied with a grin, "Besides, Neptune doesn't strike me as the kind of guy who keeps his eyes on one girl."
"Which means we have front row seats for the fireworks!"
Blake laughed. It was mean, yes, but Weiss was... kind of a bitch. And Blake liked that she had a friend here at Beacon she could be bitchy with, swapping gossip as they went to work out. That was another pro of Beacon---the facilities were amazing. Going from workouts that were pretty much just "there's a mat on the floor and a pipe you can do chin ups on" to multiple fully stocked gyms was a huge difference.
Also, her workout outfit drew some extremely flattering attention to her ass. Vain, yes, but working out with Yang in particular made Blake feel-
Yang had opened the door and Blake's adrenaline spiked.
She smelled it before she saw or heard it, but her eyes jumped up as soon as her nose twitched. And right there in the gym, lifting weights at Nora Valkyrie's enthusiastic command, was Jaune Arc.
And he was... working up a sweat.
Blake's legs suddenly got weak and trembly, a sensation in her core suddenly surged up as she faced something she had to get away from, but... how could she explain this to Yang? Feign an illness? Something she forgot? Why was she going to work out with her nosiest teammate who would definitely ask a million questions about the fact that Jaune Arc's scent was somehow Blake's biggest turn on!
It was true. Normally, it wasn't so much an issue. Just a weird quirk she noticed, that being around Jaune just made her feel a little... perkier than normal. He smelled nice and Blake enjoyed his scent, like she would an exotic flower or her morning coffee. Getting breakfast with JNPR put her in chipper spirits, even when she was dealing with the heavier issues of being a secret Faunus. Nothing dramatic, just good vibes, until one evening, she happened to sit right next to him (a rarity---he was almost always flanked by Ruby and his partner) and she realized her mood wasn't the only thing that got perky around him. She was damn glad her bra was padded enough that Yang didn't see the two bullet points poking up at the sight---or she should say---the scent of Jaune.
At first, she thought it might be a crush. Jaune was tall, blond, and nice, three categories she had positive feelings towards, and hey---maybe the sweet, dopey type was what her subconscious thought needed! But then, after Jaune suffered a long, slow defeat at the hands of Cardin in Goodwitch's class, a truly grueling fight where Jaune had proven he had some real defensive talents, Blake discovered... she was really feeling something. As he got closer and closer to taking his seat, sweat pouring down his face and soaking his shirt, Blake could... it was that musky tang, the scent of his sweat, somehow the most potent aphrodisiac Blake could imagine! She took one noseful and it took all of Blake's self control not to just tear her own clothes off and release some of the excess heat that had built up all at once in her body. Fortunately, her teammates were too focused on Jaune to notice the way Blake gripped her seat until her knuckles turned white. And from there... even a whiff of Jaune started to make her... tingly.
It wasn't anything about him as a person. It was his scent, and whenever he got sweaty... his scent glands went into overdrive, which, in turn, sent Blake into overdrive. Nobody else on her team was affected, of course---they had human senses, and that meant they had no idea what it was like to go near a sweaty Jaune Arc and suddenly need to pin someone down and ride them until you came!
"Everything okay?"
Damn her partner's attentive and compassionate nature!
"It's fine," she answered, "Just thought for a second I'd forgotten something coming due."
"Damn, yeah, I hate when that happens to me," Yang said. Blake was, even if affected by insane Faunus arousal pheromones, a superb and reflexive liar, and that meant that even Yang's excellent sense of things to tease Blake on was in the dark.
She was about to suggest they start with the treadmill---on the other side of the gym from where Nora and Jaune (fuck he smells good) were---but Yang beat her to the punch. "Hey guys," she said, flexing her arms, "mind if we join you? I wouldn't mind going head to head with you, Nora!"
Blake winced. Nora grinned. "Bring it! But, uh, gotta put Jaune-Jaune through his reps first. So how about you spot Blake and then we can both switch!"
No. No. No, no, no, no! Blake could see the trap and-
"Sounds good to me!"
Blake hated how she knew no way to get out of this, no way to even indicate her opposition, without drawing attention, something she instinctively feared, whether as a former White Fang operative now posing as a human or just her own, very private nature. So instead... she had to feign enthusiasm. After all, why would she have any reason not to want to hang out with Jaune and Nora? Surely, nobody at Beacon had some kind of magical aphrodisiac power against Faunuses!
So instead... she got on the machine as Yang loaded up the bar for her. Pumping iron was normally a good distraction, a way to get lost in the rhythm of up and down, the exertion forcing her mind to only focus on the immediate sensation, the burn in her muscles. But right next to Jaune, a walking cloud of pheromones made worse by his sweaty workout, the up and down became... a different kind or rhythm in her mind and the "immediate sensation" of "the burn" wasn't in her tired arms, but in her molten pussy, which had never been so turned on! Every time she breathed, she took in more of his scent, her mind turning buzzy and needy as he seemed to permeate her entire body.
She kept pumping away, trying to focus only on the exercise, only on doing more reps---she vaguely heard Yang cheer her on as Blake tried not to think about anything at all--- but in doing that, Blake started to realize something else about Jaune, namely...
WHEN WOULD HE STOP?
Yang seemed to notice at least part of the situation. "Yo, Nora!" she laughed, "If you keep it up, you're liable to kill Vomit Boy!"
"Nah, he's got this," Nora replied, "Jaune-Jaune's got aura for days, he can actually keep pace with my workout!"
Blake was going to kill her. She was going to kill Nora for putting her through this humiliation or she was just going to hold the bubbly girl down and sit on her face until that stupidly cheerful and oblivious bitch made Blake fucking cum!
It was getting hard to think! Gods, she needed to cum, needed to cum bad! Her brain was marinating in Jaune's scent and she was liable to just grab the nearest person and start fucking them right there if it wasn't for her sense of propriety keeping her clothes on. It was the exact same sense that was keeping her here, in the gym, and it was surprisingly powerful. A lifetime of overt and covert messages about how "a lady behaved" from her mother, from her culture, kept Blake from making a scene, even as fear and shame told her to run the fuck away and lust told her how hot it'd be if the four of them just had a fucking orgy right here and now!
"Okay, Blakey," Yang's voice suddenly interrupted, "You are- you are really pushing yourself here and I'm gonna step in before you hurt yourself."
Blake blinked in surprise before she realized... her adrenaline must have driven her to push herself harder and harder in her desperation to shut out what her body was telling her.
Yang whistled. "Damn, Jaune," she teased, "Don't let anyone say you don't have stamina. Almost hurt Blake when she tried to keep pace with you."
Jaune blushed from the compliment, a slight cringe of embarrassment, but Blake quickly made a point not to look at him. Gods he was too fucking sexy, drenched in sweat and smelling like lust itself. What she'd do to get impaled on that dick... But Blake's sanity held, if even by a thread---Yang had given her the perfect excuse to get the fuck out of here.
"Think I... think I overdid it a little," Blake said, panting heavily. That she was panting because of lust instead of exhaustion wasn't visible to her peers.
"Just so you know, Jaune," Yang laughed, "I'm blaming you for this! You need to warn a girl before you fuck her up."
Why would you SAY that?
"I-I'm going to hit the showers," Blake quickly cut in, interrupting Jaune's mumbled apology and trying not to think of what Yang had just said. "Get some heat on... hoo... my muscles."
"Need anyone to join you?" Yang asked with a lascivious, teasing tone. Wholly unaware that Blake was an inch away from just dragging her partner into a stall and fucking her silly.
But she was spared by Nora, of all people, poking at Yang for her perverted nature. Blake wasn't listening; she had to slip away and slip away now, heading right to the showers where she could find a stall and just put her fingers to use and masturbate herself silly.
This was... this was so beyond the pale that Blake knew that this was crossing a line. Everything before now, she was blameless---it was a weird, freak quirk of Faunus biology that Jaune (fuck he smelled so fucking good) had an unforeseen talent at making her horny---but this, this was her making an active choice to violate social norms.
But when the thought first came into her head... she couldn't get it out. And after a week of denial, of avoiding Jaune as best she could, Blake had found her needs were only getting stronger and her mind, trained as an operative, was unconsciously putting together a pattern of behavior, a plan to deliver what her body was demanding. She had to do this, even if it was a number of breaks from what was okay.
Picking the lock was the first breach. Slipping into the JNPR dorm was the second. And she knew she couldn't stop herself from the third.
As she delicately stepped forward into the room, she saw the laundry basket. And saw- no... not saw... smelled Jaune's used...
Her trembling hands reached forward and pulled forth Jaune's gym clothes. Still damp with sweat. Still soaked in pheromones and-
And she saw his boxers.
Grabbing them, feeling the shame bloom in her heart, Blake held them up to her nose and took a deep sniff.
THUMP!
Her legs actually gave way, toppling to the floor as her mind shorted out from the sheer wall of emotion that slammed into her. His raw, masculine musk simply invaded---overwhelmed!---every sense of propriety and place as it sent overpowering instincts into action to take over her overheating mind. She might have cum---she had no idea what was going on with her body as it clearly no longer was under her control. Not with his boxers pressed to her face, not with his scent overwhelming her very sense of self. She had enough self control to stagger back onto her feet, but her nose took another deep whiff of his pungent scent---the salty tang of sweat and that undeniably male musk that overwhelmed her once more. This time, she fell sideways... onto his bed.
Dignity, propriety, anything ladylike, or even civilized, was abandoned as Blake became a slave to her lusts. The heat in her core was boiling over---made worse as she chewed on his boxers, shoving them into her mouth as she just needed to get more of that taste!---and if she didn't find some way to vent it, she was liable to explode.
Fingers plunging into her pussy, she rolled on his bed, all around her, his scent invading her mind and driving Blake to a state of utterly wild and deranged arousal. An animal, that was what she was, what Jaune's scent made her, driven not by rational thought but instinctual need. Her clit screamed at her for attention and she gave it, rubbing it with her palm as her fingers explored as deep as they could, a weak substitute for what she really needed... something bigger and thicker. Could be Jaune, could be fucking anyone, she'd let Yang, fuck, she'd let Weiss rail her with a strapon if it'd just relieve this heat!
It didn't take long for her to cum, at least. Her first climax gave her some presence of mind to remember that she couldn't leave a mess or disturbance, to make sure nobody learned of her... misbehavior. Fortunately, she hadn't done anything... anything too disruptive... yet...
T-taking Jaune's pillow---not before taking another deep sniff--- she placed it between her legs and started rubbing herself with it. This was- this was fucked up, she was way beyond anything sensible now. Maybe some perverse part of her wanted Jaune to have to deal with her scent, to have wet dreams he couldn't explain as he inhaled her arousal, but really, she didn't care. It smelled like Jaune, which means it smelt like sex, and so Blake rubbed it against her needy clitty until she came, the cries of her orgasms muffled by Jaune's boxers as an impromptu gag.
This climax, at least, seemed to break the spell. She was herself again, enough to know... to know that nobody could ever learn about what she'd done. It had to be kept secret and beyond secret, a shameful mistake that wouldn't happen again, something her reputation would never recover from if discovered. She tried to mop up her juices from Jaune's pillowcase, but it didn't really seem to make that much of a difference. It was very well stained by her passing. But she could find another in his closet and, praying that, as a guy, Jaune didn't really notice pillowcases that much, she swapped it out, burying the old one, stained with her wetness, in his laundry basket. And then she... she took his boxers and, with great reluctance, put them into the basket as well. And then buried them under the rest of his clothes.
This had been... a breach of decorum. A major breach, an equally major risk, but Blake... well, she had to do it. She had to find a way to release the tension and this... this had worked. Nobody knew, and she'd... she'd relieved herself. Things were okay. Things were manageable.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Blake chastised herself to not let it happen again before she slipped from the room, leaving no trace any human sense could detect of her furious masturbation session. She could stop it here, stop it now, and nobody would ever need to know.
Thank the gods Blake had extensive training in stealth and a reputation for disappearing into her own projects or she would have been caught by now. Especially now, crouched on a low part of the roof, just out of sight of where she knew Jaune would be tonight. With Pyrrha, practicing with his sword... working up a sweat... pumping out pheromones to put helpless kitties like her in heat.
She was already turned on. Just remembering Jaune's scent was now enough to make Blake wet, and the anticipation of his arrival, with the risk of being caught, was making her very-
Ears pricked, even beneath her bow; eyes shot up. A sound. A figure.
Another had just leapt down from the higher roof into where Blake was hidden in the shadows, the both of them staring at each other, paralyzed by the unexpected arrival and trying to calculate what to say, how to explain...
"Wh-what are you doing here!" her long-eared companion squeaked in surprise.
"I could- I could ask you the same thing!" Blake shot back.
Velvet Scarlatina, never the most forceful presence, reeled from Blake's quick retort. But their discussion was cut off as Blake heard a door open and both girls pressed themselves against the wall so as to not be caught by the two figures entering. She could hear their voices, Jaune and Pyrrha, joking and chatting, carefree and optimistic.
And that scent...
Blake saw Velvet's nose twitch, just as hers did. Saw the blush creep across her face even in the darkness. And she could smell... that Blake wasn't the only Faunus girl at Beacon... not the only one who was susceptible to Jaune's scent.
"You're Faunus..." Velvet whispered, her eyes going wide as Blake nodded. They could speak low enough to not be heard by humans, but fear kept her silent. Besides, what could she say? They just stayed where they were, frozen by the sheer awkwardness of what was going on as Jaune and Pyrrha began their workout. She stared at Velvet and Velvet stared at her, all the while, Jaune's scent growing stronger and stronger.
As Pyrrha and Jaune sparred, she heard the noise of their weapons clashing, harsh and metallic, but more so, she heard the grunts of exertion, the labored breathing, and she could imagine... could imagine a different reason she'd hear those sounds. Even as she stared at Velvet in pure mortification, Blake was seeing in her mind's eye the Invincible Girl, pinned to the ground, a certain blond stud holding her in place, gasping and grunting and moaning as the two of them fucked, shamelessly, on the roof of Beacon.
It would be so... wrong, so depraved, to be eavesdropping on Jaune and his girlfriend fucking, and it only turned Blake on more. She realized she was leaning on Velvet- no, not leaning. She was rubbing on Velvet, the rabbit Faunus rubbing back, their bodies craving intimacy... touch... friction...
She felt her hand, wholly beyond her control, grip Velvet's thigh. "Mnnnn," she groaned under her breath, "S-so horny..." she whined.
Velvet's face was a mask of barely restrained lust. "Do it..." she moaned, her own fingers tracing a path over Blake's thighs, "C-can't stop... myself..."
"We caaaaaaan't," Blake protested, even as her fingers slipped into Velvet's panties. This- this was wrong! She had to stop-
Velvet's fingers brushed Blake's clit and all objections ceased. Even thought ceased---all Blake cared about was what was immediately present. Velvet's finger on her button. Her own finger rubbing Velvet's juicy slit. Her nipples as hard as diamonds. And taking nosefuls of pure arousal in every sniff. Sensibility was forgotten. All that mattered was pleasure.
She and Velvet began rubbing each other frantically, oblivious to the world around them.
What would- what would happen if they were caught? Or- or if they- they presented themselves to him, two mindless, horny animals that needed cock... they were- they were hot. Blake knew it, glancing at Velvet's big tits, the bunnygirl squeezing and pinching one of her nipples with one hand as the other frigged Blake. Yes, she had great tits and Blake had an ass that she even caught Weiss staring at! They were hot... hot Faunus sluts... Jaune would- oh- Jaune would- oh!- Jaune would f-fuck them!
Blake bit down hard on her hand in a desperate need to muffle her cry as she climaxed. Velvet's drunken giggle was kept low, but oh if only Jaune and Pyrrha heard them! The two of them, investigating the noise to see a horny bunny and kitty frigging each other like mad because Jaune had the sexiest scent... It would ruin her, permanently ruin both of their reputations, hell, they could ruin their minds, just being kept as pets! Could ruin- could set back the reputation of Faunus for generations, undo everything she'd ever thought she had dedicated her life towards, if this utter man could turn her---could turn any of them!---into nothing more than- than animals! Empty, brainless Faunus sluts!
And Blake couldn't stop imagining how hot it made her!
But fortunately for her rational side, that well-stamped sense of propriety kept her and Velvet quiet. Or, perhaps, they were just too distracted with one another, Blake's hand roaming to grab and squeeze handfuls of tit as Velvet kneaded Blake's ass. At some point they'd started kissing---Blake vaguely remembered it was to keep Velvet from crying out---but it was a wild mess of rubbing and squeezing, not even taking the time to undress, just shoving hands where they could, sinking their fingers deep into soft, yielding flesh.
Blake didn't really come back to sense until she heard the door close. Jaune and Pyrrha had finished their training session and left, unwittingly leaving behind two Faunus girls mindlessly making out on the roof, slowly coming back to their senses as the scent of lust dissipated into the night air.
Slumping backwards, it finally struck Blake what exactly they'd done together.
"Holy..." she muttered, "It's never been... that bad..."
Velvet shook her own head. "I just... I've only just... started noticing, um, Jaune."
She unconsciously licked her lips as she said his name.
"It's his scent..." Blake said, though Velvet seemed to have known it already. "Gets worse when he... works out and gets," she shivered, "sweaty. But... we don't... we don't have to tell him, can just..."
"W-we can..." Velvet panted, "We can take care of each other... and k-keep it all... secret."
"Yeah..." Blake agreed, weakly, "Nobody... nobody has to know..."
Velvet nodded, as did Blake, the both of them awkwardly trying to wipe the other girl's juices off their well-soaked hand. Fortunately, Beacon, for all its reputation for progressive values... did not have a big Faunus population. Vale in general didn't have that big of one. So... if they took care of each other... it'd all be alright.
It had to be.
Ren was a careful man. Careless men of his background didn't live long enough to make it to Beacon. So he paid attention, even in places that were supposedly safe---Ren had learned the hard way from a too-young age what the appearance of safety was worth---and picked up that there was a major concern right in front of him. An unanswered question he needed to address.
Who kept breaking into their dorm?
And what did they want? They were clearly trying to find something... judging from the disturbance, it was something of Jaune's, but they didn't ransack the room or even search it that thoroughly. It was something they evidently didn't have to struggle to find, considering how little was disturbed, but that they kept coming back... was there an agenda here? Was there something---something about Jaune--- that was worth spying on?
He knew he ought to bring his concerns to Jaune, to discuss it with the group, but it was so strange and minor that he wasn't sure how to bring it up. And he didn't want to cause an unnecessary panic or make Jaune and Pyrrha think of him as paranoid, so he... just kept his eyes open. Trying to spot who might be taking such an interest in them.
A click. He turned to see the door open as Pyrrha came in.
Ren couldn't help but smile when he saw her. Pyrrha and Jaune... he couldn't ask for better teammates. After so long of travelling as just a pair, Ren feared that he and Nora might not be able to let others into their circle. And yet, for as self-evidently perfect as Pyrrha was, she had a charmingly dorky side that made her so easy to look past the celebrity. And Jaune... Jaune was the brother Ren had never had. The two of them never failed to raise Ren's spirits.
"So..." Nora leaned forward with a grin, "You look like you have news..."
Pyrrha tried to hide her smile. "I, um, just got off the phone with my agent and... well, it seems I qualified for the Intercontinental All Stars Exhibition Tournament!"
"Of course you did," Jaune said with a chuckle, "I'm pretty sure your admission was a given, Pyr!"
She blushed at the compliment. Ren glanced to Nora, a knowing look exchanged as they both smiled at their friend's cutely suppressed crush.
"There's more..." she added, softly, then looked up, "I had to secure it with Professor Goodwitch, but... I asked that you guys can come with me and she said yes!"
A whoop went up from the room. Well, mostly from Nora, but Jaune cheered as well, and even Ren himself felt a jolt of excitement for the trip. "Where's the tournament being held this year?" he asked.
"Menagerie," Pyrrha said with a smile.
"Then Team JNPR's going to Menagerie!" Nora shouted with glee.
As Cinder Fall, Queen Bitch of Beacon Girl's Academy, surveyed her lands, she caught sight of a most unpleasant eyesore. A certain Faunus bitch seemed to have forgotten that they didn't serve kibble in the cafeteria. She crinkled her nose as she saw the uppity cunt act like she was allowed to set foot in the cafeteria, much less look around like she owned the place.
Sienna Khan, the one and only girl who might dream to contest Cinder's uncontested rule of the school. She was such a trashy slut, her uniform modified to show off her cleavage, the dark skin of her breasts contrasting with her white blouse, her poorly-tied tie just pointing into it. Her skirt was worn as practically a mini, a testament to her kind's need to rut like beasts. When Cinder showed skin, it was classy and a sign of her resistance to the school's would-be authority. When Sienna and her gang did it, they were just acting like dirty-
"Animals," Emerald, her loyal second, scoffed with disgust, "You think we should teach her a lesson about who really rules this school?"
"Patience, pet," she said, smirking to see Emerald shiver from the touch of affection. She was a good little toady, and Cinder did so enjoy playing with her feelings. But... she also knew that she couldn't do what Emerald suggested. It was a problem in two parts. The first, Sienna was flanked by her own toadies, her gang of Faunus bitches, Blake Belladonna and Ilia Amitola and a fight in the cafeteria would be between everyone. A girl could, if needed, use violence to remind someone of who was Queen Bitch, but this would be a riot. Which would mean consequences.
And second... Cinder was a refined girl, a proper sort of refined breeding. She had Neo if she needed someone hurt, but she was best used in limited doses. Whereas Sienna and her cronies were half-beast. She didn't like her odds in open conflict: better to rely on rumor and allegation and wait for her to drop out of school and out of Cinder's life. Some bitches were destined for the pole---no use wasting time thinking about them when in a year's time, they'll be begging truckers for twenties.
So it'd be easier to find another target to assert herself against. And wouldn't you know it, sweet little Ruby Rose was just sitting down to eat lunch, still foolishly carrying her backpack, decorated with cartoon characters, even though Cinder had already eviscerated the little nerd for it just last week. Maybe she'd make a crack about her dead mom to really make her cry!
But before she could get up and get mean, Cinder's eyes went right back to Sienna Khan, or, more importantly, who Sienna Khan was shaking her whore body at.
Because it wasn't Beacon Girl's Academy, was it? Not anymore. The school had gone co-ed, except... most were smart enough to know that any boy sent in the first wave would be eaten alive. So their numbers were few, and fewer now that Cinder and Sienna had culled the weak, leaving just... one blonde, oblivious dork, now caught in the crosshairs of two vicious Queens.
He laughed, obviously, as Sienna flirted with him, flaunting her body as though her fat ass was something impressive and not just something for a man to grip while railing her from behind---according to the rumors Cinder had heard, and certainly wasn't spreading, Sienna gave it up easy. But something about it... the way he didn't seem to notice and the way it seemed to get under Sienna's skin... well, well, well. It looked like Cinder did have an idea for what she could do to assert her Queendom.
Lucky Ruby to get spared for another day. She had a boy to wrap around her fingers.
It was not hard to pin Jaune Arc down. He didn't quite have a circle yet, and girls at Beacon moved in packs. He seemed to just flit around, genially nice and agreeable, perhaps floating around Weiss Schnee for a little until the Ice Queen's cold shoulder was enough to drive him away to the weird kids, like Nora or Ruby. That perfect, princessy bitch Pyrrha, of course, had to offer to sit with him, show him where to go in the school, because how else would he learn how perfect Pyrrha was if she didn't rub it in his face like she rubbed it in everyone's faces?
But he lacked a core circle of friends and that made him easy to separate out once school was over and lead him to exactly where Cinder wanted him to be. And, just like with Sienna, the poor boy was simply too oblivious as she cut him off from the rest of the student body, completely unaware of why everyone moved out of the way as Cinder pounced, and lured him into a chemistry lab. A perfect place for making some trouble...
Not that Jaune seemed to realize the danger he was in. He continued to talk about some inane nonsense about being at a new school---as though she cared about whatever he was feeling---but he seemed to lose his voice rather quickly as Cinder coquettishly batted her eyelashes at him. Perfect: seeing him all tongue tied as she started to press herself into him was exactly what she wanted from her efforts. Power always turned her on---it was the real reason she was such a bitch to everyone. There was nothing sexier than having people wrapped around your finger, dancing to your tune, especially when they knew they shouldn't be doing what you wanted them to do... but had no choice but to do it anyways!
It was child's play to manipulate Jaune, hardly even worth the notice. She strung him along with honeyed words and flirtatious glances---plus the efficient use of body language---and she practically had him in the palm of her hand! That idiot Sienna Khan had no idea how to really handle boys, but Cinder did. Cinder had Jaune's hand in hers as she slowly guided him to her skirt, slipped his fingers past the waistband and into her-
Cinder blinked in surprise as he felt his fingers just... brush her slit, but it felt like there was some kind of... static or something as she felt a tingle through her whole body. He began to rub her, his thumb twinging her clit and sending a quick shower of sparks right to her brain. Cinder bit her lip---what was this, beginner's luck? Whatever it was, she wasn't gonna fumble this pass, no, not at all. She let him continue to finger her, and however he knew how he was doing this, he put Emerald to shame!
"Oh..." she moaned in a husky voice, "That's... yeah, more of that, do that, right there, yeah..."
But Jaune gave no response other than a cocky grin. But, damn it all, Cinder could begrudge him some cockiness when his fingers could do this! With a safecracker's touch, he seemed to electrify her and he'd only barely brushed the surface! She gasped as he slipped his digit into her, her dripping pussy eagerly swallowing it as he continued to dance on her folds. She was leaning forward on his arm now, it was undignified, but why did she care!
Humping his hand with wild abandon, Cinder moaned with equal parts lust and glee. She'd gotten so fucking lucky with this find and she was not going to let him get away! Boys liked it when a girl showed appreciation, and giving him a big head would make it easier to keep him under her thumb---while his thumb was now flicking her clit like he was tapping out C-U-M-Y-O-U-R-B-R-A-I-N-S-O-U-T in Morse code and she was receiving that message!
"Oh- Oh God!" she gasped, "I'm gonna- I'm gonna-"
But she didn't cum.
Jaune just backed off, her pussy squeezing but no orgasm... except there Jaune was, his masterful fingers building her right back up, even higher this time, making her last near-climax feel like nothing, higher and higher as she made a lusty moan, her hips bucking against her fingers---where did he learn how to do this?---as he brought her right to her...
No... no! Not again! She gasped out in protest, about to order him to stop teasing her and... ohhhhhhh, it was impossible to complain when his fingers were bringing her right back up to another climax! God oh, God! She couldn't take this any longer!
She'd never- never been so turned on in her life! She wasn't thinking in words, just desperate flashes of cognition, bursts of raw need, total and utter, her brain overheating as Jaune's magic fingers turned the devious mind of Cinder Fall into little more than a bubbling cauldron of lust.
And she loved it.
"More!" she cried, "Oh- Gimme- gimme more!"
"Oh?"
His tone changed. This was no oblivious dork, no clueless nerd. No, this was a man. A man in charge, and something within Cinder dropped like a rock as she realized that his tone of voice meant that he was about to assert himself... assert himself over her.
"Why would a nasty bitch like you get to cum?" he asked
He withdrew his hand entirely. It felt like an endless void had opened up within her, her hips bucking uselessly as though she might somehow catch a phantom trace of his fingers, something, anything that would get her off!
"Wh- what? You... you can't..." Cinder whined, "I- I need to get..."
"If you want to get off," he said in a harsh growl, "then you're going to have to remember who's in charge now."
"B-but boys always... do what I say..." she pouted, as though her words could change reality and not make her seem even more pathetic and broken.
Jaune wasn't moved by her reasoning. If anything, he was moved to further contempt. "Well, this one doesn't do what you say. You do what I say, or you don't get to cum."
Some idle thought in her mind told her... told her that she didn't need Jaune. That she could bring herself off with her toys at home, but... even imagining how pathetic they'd feel next to Jaune's fingers or, oh God, trying to use her own? Could she ever...
No. Jaune had all the cards. If she ever wanted to have an orgasm, a real orgasm, again... she had to do what Jaune said.
"I- I understand," she said, the wave of pleasure her defeat triggered within her compelling her to add, "Master."
"Good," he said, holding up his fingers, still wet and sticky from her juices. "Clean me off."
She couldn't resist. It wasn't something she even thought about: Master had ordered her to clean off his fingers, so his fingers were in her mouth. She tasted the tang of her juices as her tongue memorized every groove of his fingerprint. Idly, she hoped that if she did a good job, perhaps... perhaps he'd want her to blow him? And that would put her closer to cumming?
Seeming to read her mind, Jaune added, "I have a list of things I need you to do, to prove that you've learned who owns your rich cunt. And if you do them all... maybe then I'll let you cum."
A l-list? A thousand ways he might humiliate and degrade her, an endless s-series of tasks that she'd have to do, she'd have no choice but to do, b-before he'd let her- let her cum?
"Th-thank you," she wheezed, her overtaxed body unable to handle the ecstatic joy that coursed through her.
Being Queen Bitch of Beacon was thirsty work. As Sienna cracked open a beer, she guzzled it almost as soon as it had been opened. Still, she enjoyed both the taste and the taboo of breaking the law on school grounds. Looking to her cronies, Blake reading one of her pornos, Ilia trying to act like she wasn't constantly afraid of not fitting in, she took a minute to enjoy how good life was. She ruled this school, and it sucked that graduation was coming so close.
Ah, but no need to worry about that shit. Sienna leaned back on the steps, hearing the bell ring in the distance, yet another reminder that nobody and nothing told her what to do.
"Did you see what Cinder was wearing today?" Ilia laughed as she slouched on the stairs, "Slut wasn't wearing panties, swear to God! Got to see her entire business with how short her skirt is!"
"Bet you got off on that," Blake chuckled, not even looking up from her book to see how red Iia turned.
It'd be fun to watch Blake string along Ilia's little crush, but Sienna was interested in what she had to say. "So," she feigned nonchalance, "Has Mommy Dearest closed up the purse strings? She looking to find a sugar daddy?"
"I bet," Blake snickered, "Saw her practically throwing herself at Arc."
Arc? Now that- a snarl rose in her chest, but Sienna forced it back down. She had to admit, she was still a little sore that her efforts at arousing Jaune's interest and playing with him had failed so spectacularly. She had nearly lost it in the cafeteria when he'd barely even reacted as she shook her tits in his face. As much as Blake and Ilia had called him gay and reassured Sienna that he was either that or a dipshit, Sienna was still feeling the sting. And knowing that, apparently, Cinder had made a move... a move where Jaune had taken a trophy, left Sienna livid.
Blake and Ilia seemed to pick up that this wasn't a topic they should discuss more, and went on to talking about how Vice-Principal Goodwitch totally got off on shoving a dildo up her own ass. But Sienna really wasn't listening. She was thinking about Jaune and thinking about how he'd, effectively, told her no. Like, what, he got to say that? To her?
Fuck that shit!
Crumpling the can in her hand, she flung it aside hearing it make a soft landing in the grass. Her cronies scooted away, knowing to fuck off when she was mad like this, as Sienna got up and went on the hunt for her prey.
Wasn't hard to find him. Wasn't hard to grab him and drag him away from that little Rose twerp. If Nikos was there, maybe there might be a problem, but she sure couldn't play basketball if Sienna broke her wrist, so it wasn't like anybody could stop her. Least of all Arc.
"Sup, bitch?" she said to the terrified boy she had pressed against the chalkboard. He quailed, obviously terrified to see her smiling at her. Which made him all the more fun as she snarled, "I said, 'Sup, bitch!'"
"N-nothing, I mean fine!" he choked out. Adorable. But what did Cinderbitch see in this boy?
She raised an eyebrow. "Nothing?" she asked, "Nothing involving Cinder Fall, or a different kind of nothing?"
He turned pale. "It-it's not what you-"
She slammed her hand on the board, shutting him up fast.
"Don't fucking tell me what I think, dumbass!" she barked at him, "Nah, I'm here to see what you've got that's apparently too fucking good for me! To see what you're giving Cinder!"
"It's n-nothing, I haven't-"
She struck him hard across the face.
He looked like he didn't believe it at first, like the pain receptors needed a minute to catch up to his brain, until, shock of shocks, it hit him, and he realized that Sienna Khan wasn't fucking around.
"I just... we f-fooled around a little..."
"Alright then. Show me."
She raised up her skirt, showing that she wasn't wearing any more panties than Cinder was. He was frozen with fear, but as Sienna's eyes narrowed, he got the picture that he'd better fucking give her what he gave that uppity bitch and-
Ohhhhhhhhhh fuck!
How were his- fuck! His fingers were so fucking- so good! So good! She'd never- fuck- she didn't know it was even possible to feel this good!
Sienna had been caught so off guard, she'd actually laughed, an uncontrollable sound that... wasn't really a laugh. No, she giggled, a silly, unserious, completely un-badass noise, but Jaune's fingers rewarded her for it, and so Sienna giggled and giggled, dopamine hits going wild in her brain, like sparkly fireworks...
She was lost in a haze of pleasure that could have lasted either a few seconds or a goddamn year, but she was brought out of it as she felt- as she felt-
Oh! Oh, oh, oh! Jaune was- he was petting her ears!
Giving them a good, long scratch with those magic fingers, just as well as he played with her clitty, and Sienna just melted. It was pleasure upon pleasure, the erotic vibes of a good fuck and that soft, sweet, warm feeling she was getting as he just... pet her! It was so good, Sienna was becoming a happy little puddle as Jaune had her way with her!
Jaune made her feel all pretty 'n soft. She wasn't a mean, hard drinking bitch, she was just... floating on pink clouds that rose her up and set her down, every little bounce making her feel sweeter and cuter and fuzzier and sluttier as he played with her clitty and gave her pussy lots of pets!
She was drooling, and it was just the funniest thing! She giggled, loving how empty-headed she sounded as Jaune brought her back up on a big fluffy wave of brainclouds, higher and higher and then... let her drift back down, her fluffybrain thoughts just drifting and drooling as she moaned. Up and down up and down uppandown uppada...
Suddenly... his hand withdrew! Sienna opened her eyes, blinking in confusion and looking to Jaune, not in her usual, demanding way, but in a fretful, worried way, the kind where she had to know if she'd done something wrong.
"Bad kitties don't get pet," he said, every word an authoritative law stamped on Sienna's very open mind. "They don't get any love. And they don't get to cum."
"Puh-please!" she whined, the pink clouds gone and in their place, her pussy screaming at her to do whatever it took to make him not mad at her, "I'll- I'll be good! I'll do anything!"
"You'll be my good little kitty?"
"YES!" she squealed.
"SAY IT!" he barked with such sudden force that Sienna's eyes rolled and her brain spasmed.
"I'm yoooouuuur gooooood kitty!" she said, every syllable savored in her mouth, "I'm your good kitty! I'm your good kitty! I'm yer good- yer geeeeewd kiiiiiiddddddiiiiieeee!"
It was the most erotic thing she'd ever done. Every time she repeated it, the words growing more and more slurred as she fell into ecstatic repetition, she felt more and more turned on. Her body was a volcano now, and good kitties got to cum!
Looking up at him with an eager, worshipful expression, she awaited her reward.
And waited.
Horror bloomed. Jaune's eyes narrowed. Sienna realized she'd done something wrong.
"Good kitties get to cum," he patiently explained, "And I don't see a good kitty here yet. Not until she learns. Oh, and good kitties don't touch themselves. Good kitties wait until their Master gives them permission to cum."
Dismay bloomed in Sienna's heart. She- she could be good! She would be good! A good kitty! Master would see- he'd- he'd- she could be good!
"If you can do everything I tell you to do for a week, then I'll see if you're a good kitty."
"B-but-" she protested, before the look he gave her reminded her that good kitties didn't talk back to their owners.
"And if you're a good kitty," he said, finally putting on the rest of his uniform, "I'll let you cum."
With that, he turned and left. Leaving behind a fuckdrunk wreck of a girl who had once been a Queen of Beacon and now was just a panting cat slut, uncontrollably lost in her heat.
Vice-Principal Glynda Goodwitch looked down the long list of the school's disciplinary record. A long, long list, recording every dress code violation, every instance of smoking in the bathroom, every talking to about mean rumors, every instance of physical violence... a long, long list, primarily featuring two particular names that suddenly... stops.
She smirked. Her little plan had paid off spectacularly.
Sipping her coffee, Glynda idly reflected on a scene she happened to overhear yesterday, not long after the school had cleared out for the day. Walking down the hall to her office, she happened to overhear the sound of students up to something. Not hard to tell what, too. So she'd crept closer and peeked into a chemistry classroom, seeing a quite encouraging sight.
Both of Glynda's problem students were laid out, kneeling on desks (out of uniform, but Glynda could allow it), with Jaune Arc behind them, making them mewl in desperate, helpless need as he stroked and played with their slutty bodies.
"Now Cinder," he said, his voice as warm and paternal as the thumb he had pressed against her anus wasn't, "Did you apologize to Ruby?"
"Y-yes, Master!" the once-haughty rich bitch squealed as he pressed his thumb into her rosebud, "I- I apologized to her and t-told her her- ohhh Master!- I told her there was nothing wrong with her b-backpack, and I just m-made fun of her because-" some dam of self control seemed to break all at once as Cinder screamed, "BECAUSE I WAS JUST LASHING OUT FOR BEING A FUCKING MISERABLE CUNT-BITCH, MAAAAAAAAAASTER!"
"Good girl," he smirked, and Glynda felt a flutter of pride in her heart. "And you, Sienna?"
"Mmmmm, Master," his slutty cat purred, "I told alllllll my girls that we had to be good little pets now."
"And how did they take that?"
The once-savage cruelty of Sienna was replaced by absentminded giggling. "They didn't like it... but I taught them just like you told me! Now Blake's a good kitty and Ilia's not giving me any problems!"
With a meaty SMACK Jaune rewarded them with a slap on the ass. "Good girls. Such good girls..."
Glynda left at that point, content to leave Jaune to enjoy some privacy with his good girls, the sounds of their explosive orgasms following her down the hall.
Yes, bringing Jaune to Beacon had been a marvelous idea, finally bringing some order to all the disobedient girls that packed these halls. Her little protege had grown into being a powerful dom, and Glynda was delighted with how well he'd taken to the role! She only wished she knew how to reward him...
The sound of the door opening reminded Glynda to return to her usual bearing as the iron disciplinarian of Beacon Academy. But it wasn't a girl she had to worry about. No, it was Pyrrha Nikos, the star forward of the basketball team, the sure-to-be Valedictorian, and a girl Glynda admittedly didn't see very often outside of spirit rallies and almost never in her office.
But she had hardly time to make a note of it before Pyrrha had stormed up to her desk and addressed her.
"I-I'm out of uniform!" the usually-model student said... in a weirdly insistent way.
Looking closer, Glynda could tell that her tie was tied to short... and her skirt was short enough that, if she was feeling particularly bitchy, she might write up a demerit for it.
"So... fix it," she said, raising an eyebrow.
Pyrrha's face turned as red as her hair.
"I w-won't," she replied, her fists balled up in nervous determination before she turned and left.
What... what had just happened there? Was she trying to-
Ohhhhhhh.
Glynda leaned back in her chair with a smile. She knew that bringing in Jaune would have some... effects on the girls as he taught them to love discipline as much as Glynda did, but she never suspected one of her students would be so eager to be a bad girl in need of a good, hard breaking.
Even if she had no idea how to be bad. Well, it could be fun to just let it play out... Pyrrha had been a model student, and she had earned a reward, hadn't she?
Yes, Glynda thought as she leaned back in her chair, things were going to go much better from now on.
A late night stroll was a good time to put things in order. Get thoughts together, get some perspective, take the time to try and get away from the immediate and take a longer view of things.
Velvet had to admit, recently she'd been feeling... weird. In many ways, she was giving the best performance she'd ever done at Beacon---her grades were up, she just felt... energized all the time, and socially, she was doing better than ever, expanding her friend circle and working up the confidence to assert herself instead of being a shy bun all the time. But at the same time, she felt like she was... off. Like she wasn't quite on her game, even though she was doing great. Like her head was always a little bit distracted, and she just couldn't put her finger on why.
She wandered into an empty classroom, running her hand along the desk. It always felt weird being in a classroom when class wasn't in session, the room entirely built for a single purpose that just... wasn't going on. Like a ghost town in miniature, only instead of a dead place, it was like a... resting place, poised to spring back to life in less than a dozen hours' time.
But as she stepped further into the room, her ears twitched- she wasn't alone.
Turning she saw... Jaune. Huh. That was weird. It was like she wasn't surprised to see him here.
"Hey Velvet," he said, seeming to have... a bit of his own confusion right now, too. "What's got you up this evening?"
She shrugged. "I, um, just wanted to take a walk, and I guess... something just made me come over to this classroom."
"Huh..." he rubbed the back of his neck, "I guess kind of the same for me. I couldn't sleep, and so... just took a walk. And I guess I saw the light in this classroom, and.." he trailed off, trying to piece together what Velvet was trying to piece together... the sense that something wasn't quite right about this...
"Wait... hold on..." Velvet's mind was slowly starting to piece together that something was very wrong, "If you and I both don't know why we left our dorms to come here, then..."
"Red Velvet Grimm Cake."
Velvet- Velvet knew that voice, but as she turned to look at the source, she... found it hard to... keep her head up. Did it just... get dim in here? Velvet suddenly found it hard not to yawn as her eyelids felt heavy and her head drooped like... like something was... wrong...
Thinking was... was hard... and she was... so... tired...
Voice... nice...
Velvet... sleepy...
Sleepy...
Seeing the will drain away from her subjects always put a little thrill in Pyrrha's step as she made her appearance. That first spark of recognition in their eyes, the mix of familiarity and realization and alertness... that was so quickly sapped away, drowned out as the post-hypnotic suggestion kicked in and pulled them down into a trance.
Jaune and Velvet, her empty-headed little dolls, staring ahead, blankly, glassy-eyed, her playthings... It was almost more a turn-on just to see them helplessly entranced than acting out the commands she was going to implant in their open and pliable minds.
But that... gave her an idea. Maybe she would keep them like this, their minds sapped away, just two grunting animals rutting each other. She leaned back in the teacher's chair, getting comfortable for the show. Yes, that would be fun.
"Velvet?" she asked, sweetly, enjoying the way her glassy eyes hardly moved to look at her, "When you awaken, you'll realize you're in Heat. You'll think it's perfectly normal, but you're uncontrollably aroused, and reeking of pheromones to lure a male to breed you. Any male, any at all. And you need it, desperately. It's too much. You can't think. Your poor little bunny brain is too hot, and all you can do is find a male who'll fuck you silly and stuff your womb full of baby bunny batter. Can you do that?"
"Yes... Mistress..."
Pyrrha felt the thrill of hearing her subject's voice, all blank and submissive. "Mmmm, that's what I like to hear... and what are you going to be?"
"Brainless... Bunny... Horny... Need to breed..."
Good girl. Velvet was such a cute little sub, she naturally took to Pyrrha's commands.
"Jaune," she said, a dull movement of his head the only acknowledgement her hypnotized hottie gave her in response, "When you come out of your trance, you are going to be a rabbit Faunus, a buck, but you've caught the scent of Velvet, a fertile doe in Heat. Her pheromones have overwhelmed you, you're so horny, your brain just isn't able to function when you're so dizzy on pheromones. It's like... your thoughts are all sticky with cum, and the only way to think is to get it all out of you is by breeding your bunny. Can you do that for me?"
"You say the sweetest things. Now what are you going to be?"
"No thoughts... Bunny... horny..."
Mmmmm, she loved her toys. So cute and obedient.
"Alright you two!" she said with abundant cheer, "When I snap my fingers, you'll turn into my horny Faunus fucktoys, okay? So put on a good show!"
They mumbled their assent in that empty voice that never failed to leave Pyrrha gushing. But it was time to start the show, so she got comfortable in her seat, raised her hand and...
SNAP!
The both of them blinked in surprise, rallying their senses as they came out of their trance. She loved the look of confusion as they took in their sudden gap in memory
"Pyrrha?" Jaune asked, "W-when did you get heeeeerrreeeee..."
His words trailed off as he felt Velvet suddenly wrap her arms around him. His nose twitched.
"J-Jaune!" she gasped, "I f-feel, ohhhhh, f-fuuuuuuck..."
"Velvet..." he said, his voice slightly dazed as Pyrrha's posthypnotic commands started to take over, "W-why do you smell so..." his voice became a low moan, "Oh fuck..."
"Fuck..." Velvet agreed, nuzzling her body into his, their IQs dropping by the second, going from human to subhuman to pure, dumb animal, all thoughts of Pyrrha watching them forgotten as a feral, animalistic urge overtook their rationality.
With a moan, Jaune turned on Velvet and grabbed her shirt, ripping it open, her fat Faunus tits practically overflowing her bra.
Velvet had big tits, big, heavy milkers that had attracted Pyrrha the moment she set eyes on her. She was a perfect choice for Pyrrha's lustful interest, between her meek personality and curvy body, she made the perfect clay to sculpt into whatever perverted role Pyrrha had in mind. Sometimes, she made Velvet think she was a hooker, paid top lien to give her John (her Jaune, Pyrrha thought with a naughty giggle) the best sex of his life. Or the babysitter with a crush on the handsome, married father who employed her---in that one, Velvet had come up with, entirely on her own, that Pyrrha was Jaune's wife. It had earned Velvet very many points with Pyrrha, and so for the next session, she had Velvet share her deepest, most repressed sexual fantasies. Pyrrha had very much enjoyed seeing her sweet Jaune suddenly turned into a rich and cruel man, giving the Faunus maid a choice between sucking his cock or being deported.
But whatever she turned her brainwashed bunny into, she was always Pyrrha's horny, slutty toy, squealing as Jaune mauled her big boobs and scrambled her mind into mush with his raw masculinity, with Pyrrha masturbating all the way. Right now, she traced her fingers up and down her wet slit, her teasing touch heightening her anticipation as she watched her toys play with each other.
But Jaune and Velvet's instincts didn't just want foreplay...
"Coooccccccck..." the lust-crazed bunny moaned, the last word her rapidly-dwindling higher cognitive functions were capable of forming.
Jaune wordlessly seized her with a beastial growl, throwing her down on her knees and tearing away any remaining impediments to plunging his thick, heavy cock into her. Velvet squealed as Pyrrha panted, her fingers slipping right into her pussy in time with Jaune's thrusts. Watching her sexy partner turn Velvet into a moaning whore always got Pyrrha going. Her fingers pistoned into her pussy, watching them simply fuck like rabbits, no artistry or love in their motions, just a need to cum as they made the most animalistic noises. Music to Pyrrha's ears.
They were animals now. Mindless, breeding beasts rutting on the floor, their minds freed of rationality and propriety and replaced with their primal need to reproduce. Velvet's long, floppy ears, wiggling and bouncing as Jaune plowed her, just completed the effect.
Pyrrha was starting to wonder if she was developing a Faunus fetish from watching her slutty bunny perform for her... maybe she should expand her toybox? The thought of Jaune gripping Blake's juicy ass as he fucked her from behind was quite appealing, and maybe seeing the snooty, superior intellectual suddenly having trouble with words bigger than two syllables, being simply so distracted by Jaune's meaty cock... Oh! Or maybe feeling a desperate, inexplicable need to be spanked for every bitchy little thought she had, telling Jaune her politics were just a front, her way of crying out for a true Alpha to put her in her subby, slutty place... Pyrrha felt her pussy quiver as she thought about it!
And all she had to do was give Blake a little show, and she'd be just as helpless and pliable as her other toys...
Hypnotizing Jaune had been easy. She had so many opportunities to be alone with him in his training, and he didn't even hesitate to accept when Pyrrha offered a "meditation exercise" that involved her levitating a sparkling, swaying coin before his curious eyes. Velvet had been trickier, but only in comparison with how easy it was to turn Jaune. Pyrrha just had to lean a little on her celebrity to turn Velvet starstruck, and with that, it was easy to separate her from everyone else and dangle her little coin in front of her. And once their minds were open, she just had to give them a little push into acting out all her naughtiest fantasies.
She loved the utter control she had, complete and total---even over herself. She could order her crush to become her doting boyfriend or obedient sex slave, but instead, Pyrrha denied herself. This was what was really getting her off---knowing that it could be her who Jaune was plowing like a bitch in heat, but it wasn't. She watched that pleasure unleashed on another, seeing Velvet pant and moan as she took Jaune's cock deep into her pussy.
Pyrrha's fingers went wild as she watched Velvet take Jaune all the way to the hilt, his balls slapping against her with his savage thrusts. She moaned on the floor, desperate to get her pussy properly filled with dick and her womb properly filled with baby batter. Fuck it was hot to imagine Velvet, barefoot and pregnant, a trashy Faunus stereotype, pregnant again just as soon as she popped out another of Jaune's children!
Mmmmm... fuck that was hot to imagine! Pyrrha knew to keep her... extracurricular interests contained to these little shows, but it was hard to know she had this much power over them and not use it! Turn shy little Velvet into a trashy slut, make Blake get super horny and submissive every time she said the word "feminism," or "convince" Weiss that nothing would make Daddy madder than changing her aesthetic from Princess to Punk... and make Jaune very, very popular as she did it. M-make it so that Jaune, the breeding bull slamming into Velvet like a beast, was so much more- so much more sexual, and yet- and yet she would be denied! Every girl in Beacon would get their turn with him, his personal harem of hotties, all while Pyrrha watched! Fuck! She could have him, she had him now, b-but-
It was so much sexier just to watch!
What a pathetic cuckquean she was! Not content to just watch her crush with another girl, she arranged these little trysts, making her helpless puppets play out her every fantasy! Gods, she was so depraved, her fingers were plunging into her with wild abandon, her eyes wide as she watched the love of her life fuck another woman! Jaune groped and squeezed Velvet's flesh, his dick savaging her as she howled in wild need, and Pyrrha masturbated to it, shamelessly. She was so pathetic, she made her love pursue other girls! Ha! It was pathetic and she loved it!
Her climax was sudden and powerful, an orgasm that rose up from nowhere and knocked her flat. And yet, she kept her eyes open, almost unblinking, because she could see Jaune's panting thrusts become sharper and sharper, tighter and tighter as, with a roar of dominance, he hit his climax and pumped Velvet full of his spunk!
Velvet's eyes rolled as she babbled some insensible whines and growls, empty noise from an empty mind---both hypnotized and shattered by her own climax. What fun, what fun... but Pyrrha knew she could only give a brief moment to let them all bask in the afterglow. She hadn't given them commands for what to do after they'd cum, so their real personalities would likely start reasserting themselves.
Both of them slowly drifted back into their trance state, their animal lusts slowly sapped from them as they both rose to their feet and stood at attention. Pyrrha admired the cum dripping down from them, oozing out of Velvet's pussy or making Jaune's cock all drippy and messy... it was so hard to contain herself sometimes! She was so tempted to just... clean them both up, to order them to give her the heavenly threesome she dreamed of as they relieved her of her virginity, but...
It was just so much hotter to deny herself!
"Okay my little pets," she said, trying to keep the giggle out of her voice and appear the part of the stern and controlling Mistress. Not that they knew, so blank and brainless as they stared at her with glassy eyes. "Here's a fun little posthypnotic suggestion for you two! Jaune?"
His head angled slightly, recognition for the orders he was to receive. "When you wake up, you won't remember coming to this classroom at all. You'll think this was all a very dirty wet dream you had... but you'll have a hard time getting it out of your head. Velvet's so sexy and desirable, you're going to find it impossible to not get hard when you're around her! In fact... if she shows an interest in you, you're going to struggle not to grab her and take her and make her your woman, right then and there!"
"And Velvet," she said to her brainwashed bunny, "You'll also only remember this as a dream. A sexy dream, but more importantly... you're going to find yourself falling in love with Jaune. You like everything about him and find yourself with a very, very powerful crush! But secretly, deep down... you don't want a cute, boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. When you finally work up the courage to ask out Jaune on a date... you're going to want nothing more than for him to hold you down and pound your pussy until you can't walk!"
Velvet nodded, her subconscious wide open and taking in Pyrrha's instructions. She could picture it right now---Jaune struggling to be a gentleman, Velvet being all lovey-dovey... until the dam broke and they were once more just two horny animals who just had to rut!
But that was for the future. For now, she just had to send her little love bunnies off to bed, to drift off to sleep and enjoy the dreams their wicked Mistress planted in their soft and helpless minds.
Getting breakfast with Team JNPR was always a bit of an adventure. Seeing Ren and Jaune frantically try to talk Nora down from whatever lunacy she was pitching, hearing Coco not-so-subtly challenge Pyrrha to various tests of strength, or the ever-present possibility of Team RWBY showing up to explain what adventure they were about to undertake... it was all as far from what Velvet would normally think of her people, and yet, this was where she was most herself.
Though... she'd been thinking some things about what that meant. About what she wanted...
It was... funny, but recently, she'd been really starting to feel... close with Jaune. Which was weird, she didn't talk with him that much, but she just felt like the two of them were past the awkward stage, past even the friends stage, and were just... familiar with each other. Maybe he was just a welcoming guy, but sometimes, she'd glance at him and feel... like she was recognizing something there.
He looked up, and for a second, their eyes met and Velvet... Velvet almost giggled, like they weren't supposed to get caught looking at each other.
Wow, what was going on with her today? She fought to keep a blush off her face before Yang or, gods help her, Coco noticed it---seeing her "blushing bun" finally coming out of her shell and having a crush was the last-
A- a crush? Did she- she didn't- couldn't- did... did she? Did she have a crush on Jaune Arc?
Oh shit.
She had a crush on Jaune Arc. Just looking at him brought a blush to her face as a little whisper in her mind told her how cute he was and how nice he was and how much she liked spending time with him... there was a whole list of emotions she associated with Jaune Arc and they were all very, very positive.
Worse, she felt... squirmy when she thought of him, like her body couldn't quite get comfortable unless she...
Oh fuck.
She had a crush on Jaune Arc.
She had an infatuation with Jaune Arc.
She had a very serious sexual attraction towards Jaune Arc!
Suddenly, scenes from her mostly-forgotten dream last night hit her like a freight train! Caught up in a tizzy of emotions, it took Velvet everything she had not to just start hyperventilating right then and there! But she had- had to keep it together!
She would... yes, she felt a plan coming to her mind. She'd invite Jaune to meet with her privately in a classroom---she knew just the one, private and away from most students---and she'd confess her feelings for him. And then... well, it'd all be up to fate, then, but Velvet... Velvet somehow had a feeling that Jaune wouldn't say "no." Particularly if she... advertised her interest. And with that Velvet felt a flush of warmth come to her cheeks.
And all the while she was completely unaware of the knowing look Pyrrha gave the two of them, secretly plotting what the next performance would be.
As Pyrrha and Cinder took the stage to sing a karaoke duet, Emerald took a moment to reflect on how the least likely relationship at Beacon University had, against all odds, seemed to have what it took to last. Really, it was so... utterly unforeseen that Emerald honestly didn't even feel jealous of Pyrrha for stealing her crush.
And besides, there had been some... fringe benefits in getting closer to Pyrrha's friends...
Glancing over at the man who whooped for his bestie as she took the stage to sing "A Whole New World" (getting Cinder to sing Disney? Yep: it was true love), Emerald admired the... finer features of a student Emerald used to consider beneath her notice. Sure, he had that guileless simplicity that Emerald, a dual psych/poli sci major, once saw as unserious, but now, after watching her idol soften from her new relationship, she realized was sweet and supportive.
Also, he cooked. And living on dorm food and ramen as she stretched her meal stipend as best she could had made Emerald come to appreciate what a godsend it was when Jaune posted in the groupchat that he felt like feeding everyone. Cause it was "stew weather" or "found a new recipe" or "haven't done this old recipe in a while" or just "if I made cinnamon rolls, would anyone want to come over and have some?"
Also, to stack another line in the pro column, he was seriously cut. Like, in "could be a Hemsworth brother" shape, a shocking reveal when he took off that baggy hoodie and accidentally gave Emerald a glimpse of his abs. And while the love of Emerald's life was still Cinder, she could see that Cinder had found someone that made her so happy that Emerald had to be happy for her. And that meant that it was time to look for someone else---and wouldn't you know it, Mr. Could Grate Cheese On His Abs (For A Pasta Dish That'd Feed Emerald For The Next Week) was right there.
With Pyrrha and Cinder on stage, Emerald scooched her way over to where Jaune was and slyly whispered, "Hey, Jaune... after this, you wanna dance?"
Jaune lit up with a big and happy smile. Not the kind Emerald would have wanted though---not the "gonna have that ass grinding on me in a moment" smile, no, Jaune was too sweet for that. He just was happy to hit the dance floor with a friend.
But Emerald knew that the next song was Yang's, and what song would Yang pick? Almost certainly "Get Low" and that would give Emerald the perfect opportunity to give Jaune a taste of what Emerald was blessed with: a booty juicy enough to make him praise God he'd get to feel her back it up on him. Tonight, she was going to grind her way to a boyfriend, and it'd be glorious...
Cinder and Pyrrha's duet was coming to an end, reminding Emerald that she had to get Jaune to the dance floor now, but the soft look of quiet love Cinder gave her girlfriend distracted her. Not in jealousy, but in... well, Emerald was happy for Cinder. Happy that she found someone she could love, could do silly things with and let her guard down. Emerald thought the world of Cinder, but she deserved to have nice things. Even if-
"Hey Jaune, wanna dance?"
THAT BITCH!
Emerald whirled from her accursed distraction to see Blake Belladonna, that snooty and superior know it all that Emerald should have expected to see, likely dragged along by Yang. But unlike her normal behavior of just silently watching and judging everyone while playing the wallflower, tonight, she was making a move on Emerald's man.
But she couldn't show a sign of her fury, not around Jaune. "Blake!" she smiled, "I didn't know you were here tonight! But Jaune, haven't you ever heard, 'Dance with the one who brought you?'"
But Jaune didn't get it. Cocking his head, he replied, "Um... Pyrrha brought me, so-"
But before she could correct him, Blake pulled Emerald away from the table and whispered in her ear, "Hey, I don't know what you're doing, but you are ruining my chance right now, so butt out and respect that I asked him first."
Emerald scoffed. "As if," she hissed back, "I've not only been working Jaune all evening, I asked him before you even shoved your whiskers where they don't belong so back off!"
Blake's eyes flared. "Back off? Why, when I can save us both the time of having to watch us embarrass yourself? Do you think you'll be able to impress him with that pancake you call an ass?"
What? Did this Faunus skank think she had a better backside than Emerald Sustrai? Surely, she misheard. Emerald's eyes narrowed, so did the cat-bitch's. So this was how it was gonna be...
The opening sounds of "Get Low" were playing, telling Emerald that they'd missed their shot---Jaune was far too shy and self conscious to get on the dance floor with a girl now, which was why her timing was so important! That stupid skank was ruining her evening, but Emerald wasn't going to let her win!
"Jaune," she said with a sweet smile, "It's so crowded here, and I see Yang's picking the music, so it's not really our sort of scene... want to come with me back to the dorms? Cinder and Pyrrha will be out all night, so we have the whole room to ourselves..."
She could feel Belladonna's boiling rage, stewing impotently behind her, which made Emerald's victory all the sweeter, except...
"Oh, yeah!" Jaune said with a sunny smile, "That sounds great---hey Blake, wanna come hang out back at the dorms?"
Emerald's heart sank like a stone. How foolish! She should have- should have known that Jaune was too giving and generous to leave a friend out! Ugh, she should have known that he was too oblivious to realize that this cat-eared thot was just going to get in the way of him getting lucky with a 100% dark meat Vacuan booty. As Cinder always told her, she needed to account for her target's idiocy when making a plan!
"Or we can go to my place," Jaune continued, oblivious to the almost literal catfight he was right in the middle of, "I've actually got some stuff for a good charcuterie plate from that butcher shop down on Gustine, if you're interested?"
Emerald's treacherous stomach growled at the promise of free food and, knowing Jaune, wine as well. She gave Blake a long, seething look, which the cat gave her in return, before she nodded. "That sounds... lovely."
They'd finish this fight later.
Leaving the club, Emerald could hear Yang belting out, "TO THE WINDOW, TO THE WALL!" as she cursed that she wasn't twerking her way into a boyfriend as she should have been at that moment.
Even as pissed as Emerald was at his obliviousness, she couldn't deny that, as Jaune insisted they try the duck sausage with the Port Salut, that he was a prize worth fighting for. And as the first bottle of wine gave way to the second, Emerald's approach was verging on blatant---blatant enough for even Jaune to see it. Amplified in her competition with Blake, the two of them were practically sandwiching him between their bodies, making as much physical contact as possible. Emerald momentarily wondered if she'd gone too far, only to run her fingers up Jaune's bicep and see him blush.
The thrill of victory from the blush alone was enough to confirm that she actually hadn't gone far enough!
But then Blake made a breathy purr as the copycat mimed Emerald's gesture exactly and added, "Oh, Jauane, I'm just so comfortable, but I so want to try more of the sausage... could you feed it to me? Please?"
Oh. Fuck. That.
A nervous, trembling Jaune, as red as a tomato (as though Blake's whorishness was somehow attractive!), reached forward to grab a piece of meat and raise it up to Blake's lips. "Nyaaa~" she said, opening her mouth... and then lunging forward, snatching up her treat and sucking on Jaune's fingers!
That whore. That fucking whore was trying to-
But as she moaned in pleasure as she fellated his digits, either wine or pride raged in Emerald, and drove her to show Blake that if it was going to be a slut-off, she would be the one going home!
Her hand shot to Jaune's crotch, rubbing the---holy crap, Jaune was packing!---outline of his very erect dick as she whispered in his ear, "Jaaaaaaune... I want some sausage too..."
"No Jaune," Blake giggled, guiding her own hand to his dick, "Feed me your sausage..."
Jaune Arc was obviously an inch away from hyperventilating, so Emerald stepped up the pressure. So did Blake. Rubbing and stroking and making the most depraved noises, they plied their feminine charms with naked abandon and-
"Wh-what is going on!"
Hearing Jaune's shocked protest startled the both of them out of their seductive attempts. Partially because they weren't expecting objections, partially because the answer seemed pretty obvious.
"Umm..." Emerald began, "We, uh, want you to pick one of us?"
"To fuck," Blake bluntly, and drunkenly, added. The whore.
Jaune just blinked in surprise. "Y-you mean... you want to..."
"God, Jaune!" Emerald cried, having, admittedly, drunk as much as Blake had, "How dense can you be! I want you to fuck me. I am literally stroking your dick right now! So tell her," she jerked her thumb and Blake, "to get lost, and then you and me? We can-"
"Oh fuck off you bitch!" Blake screeched, "You've just been a drunken harlot all night, just throwing yourself at Jaune, even when he clearly doesn't want-"
"I will scratch your fucking eyes out, bitch!" Emerald shot back, "And you're one to talk, you- you cat in heat! It's no wonder Jaune's uncomfortable when you've been rubbing on-"
Jaune tried to interrupt, "G-girls, please-"
In vain.
Emerald leapt up, unwilling to lose contact with Jaune, but now it was time to throw down. Glaring at Blake, she spat, "You're all talk, thinking you're hot shit because you read your porno books! But I'm the real deal, and Jaune wants a girl who knows how to use," she punctuated her remarks by giving Jaune a good wiggle, "her body."
Now Blake jumped up, just as pissed as Emerald was. "Oh, like Jaune wants some slut who's given it up to every guy she could sink her claws into! And those books are literature--- whatever cheap shit you've learned in motel rooms doesn't hold a candle to real eroticism!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!"
And then the both of them screamed at each other at the same time, in front of a completely bewildered Jaune, "BUT I HAVE A NICER ASS!"
Emerald yanked her skirt off, as did Blake, as they both spun, clapping their cheeks as they showed off their thong-clad posteriors. Though "clad" was a strong word for the strips of fabric, basically glorified pieces of buttfloss in mint green and midnight black, wedged tight between their plump cheeks. Jaune turned an even brighter shade of red as both women brought their contest to a direct charge. Bumping booties against each other, Emerald cursed to see that Blake... did seem to have her matched in measurements.
Panting with fury, feeling the anger pulse on her face, Emerald knew that if looks could kill, Blake would be on Life Eight right now. "How about a contest," she growled, "You and me... we see who can use her ass to pleasure Jaune best. No actual fucking allowed, but all else..."
"Sounds fair," Blake shot back. "Jaune! Bedroom! Now!"
"I- I don't-"
"Jaune!" Emerald shouted, yanking him to his feet and ordering him to lead the way in a strange procession of unsure, stunned leader and two viciously determined followers until they were in Jaune's bedroom. It was slightly messy, though not slovenly, with various figurines and other nerd crap on his desk and shelves. Emerald would normally judge, but 1) the food and 2) the dick they were fighting over put anime figurines at a distant sixth place in terms of importance.
Plus, Blake was liable to go all gaga over Princess Whoever if Emerald expressed her disdain. She had to be smart here, there was a boyfriend on the line.
Strutting into the bedroom, radiating confidence as Cinder had taught her, she gave Blake a cocky expression. "I suppose I should be gracious and offer you the first turn," she taunted, "wouldn't want to have you come all this way only to slink off before you've even gotten a chance to show your 'skills...'"
Blake gave a contemptuous sniff in response, but made no move to refuse the offer. "Jaune?" she asked in a playful, seductive tone, "If you could get on the bed and... undress for me?"
As stunned as he still was---and Emerald couldn't blame him, what man wouldn't lose his composure at the thought of fucking Emerald's juicy rump (even if he had to put up with Blake's prissy play acting)---autopilot kicked in to comply with Blake's demands. Emerald moved to assist, and to run her fingers up those abs--- as Blake also eschewed the rest of her clothing.
Objectivity was an important skill, and Emerald could... admit that Blake's body had its good points. Her pale skin and dark hair, and, yes, the plush curves that could be compared to Emerald's, made her an... attractive woman. And her long legs, sheathed in silk stockings, were... fetching, if you were into that. But that Jaune's eyes practically popped out of his skull, that was just him being courteous or inexperienced, and Emerald really needed Blake to hurry it up so Emerald could show him how a real woman did things.
Guiding Jaune onto the bed, Blake had him lay down and then... positioned herself right to sit on his face, smothering Jaune in her plump pillows with smug delight as Emerald merely folded her arms and rolled her eyes. So she was just going to show off that she had a fat ass. Easy contest---Emerald wasn't some spoiled, lazy princess, she had skills , the kind she knew Jaune would appreciate.
"Oh, but here's where I really show off," Blake taunted, and then, she raised up her stocking-clad legs, showing off how long, slender, and elegant they were before she folded them in... right on Jaune's very hard dick.
Stroking his shaft with her toes, she tickled and teased him, gently adjusting herself so Jaune never forgot the suffocatingly soft ass currently on him even as her footjob was causing his cock to twitch in almost painful need. But her ministrations, so subtle and skillful that Emerald was blushing in envy, refused to give him release, just playing him like a master harpist, plucking the exact notes of his delectable torment.
"Oh- oh G-God!" Jaune cried from beneath Blake's butt.
Emerald huffed. "That's nothing..."
"Oh? Nothing?" Blake laughed, running her toes up and down his shaft, "Jaune? Would you like to cum?"
All he was able to stammer out was a muffled, "Gaaaaaawd!"
Blake laughed, softly stroking him until-
He came, spurting like a fountain, his semen flying in a white arc, spattering Blake's stockings with gobs of pearly cum. Careful to clean up his dick with her stockings, she dismounted, leaving Jaune gasping for air as she turned to Emerald and asked, "And who will be slinking off, defeated, tonight?"
"Fuck you, kitty cunt," Emerald hissed under her breath as she moved to the bed, gently helping the flushed and flustered Jaune to sit up and tenderly massaging his shoulders. Blake might have thought she'd wowed him, but Emerald knew to turn everything to her own advantage. And she felt she saw exactly what Jaune needed.
"There, there," she whispered in his ears, giving him soft kisses along his nape, "we'll take this at your pace, Jaune. Just let me know when you're ready, but until then, let Emerald take care of you..."
Be whatever they need from you. Emerald knew that lesson by heart, putting on whatever mask and persona the moment called for. And right now, Jaune, just coming off his world being rocked by a girl who was all flash, needed someone who was soft and gentle. Something fuller to experience. As she murmured sweet and sympathetic words, she watched as Jaune caught his breath... and with her not-inconsiderable breasts poking into his back, she could see that Jaune had the stamina for another round.
"That prissy kitty just wants to push you around," she purred, "you need a girl who can take care of your needs..."
Getting down on all fours, she stuck her gloriously plump and perfect ass in the air and wiggled it right in Jaune's face.
"Go ahead," she giggled, giving her hips the hypnotic sway that Cinder had taught her to ensnare prey... and now, a boyfriend. "You don't need a girl who just wants to sit on your face... you want to bury your face in my ass, don't you? Press it into my cheeks and- oh!"
Emerald was delighted to feel him do just that, moaning in pleasure as he ran his tongue up her crack, enjoying an ass-man's paradise. She shot a victorious look towards Blake, who just rolled her eyes in obvious denial of what was going on.
Not that Blake's opinion meant anything. As Jaune sloppily worshipped her ass, Emerald luxuriated in her queenly majesty as she rewarded Jaune's reverence with lustful cries of praise and demands for more. And his hands! Oh, they had an excellent grip on her hips, easily sinking into her generous cushioning and feeling so very goody-goody-good! But that gave her an idea...
"I want your sausage, Jaune!" she moaned, "Slide it between my buns and make yourself feel good!"
He didn't need to be told twice, and soon, as he pulled his face away and got up on his knees, he was clutching two handfuls of Emerald's cheeks, holding them together as he sawed back and forth with his shaft, magnificently (and obviously) restored to its earlier hardness, letting Emerald's butt become the softest sheath he could imagine for his cock! Well, softest within the rules of the game... but as Emerald heard Jaune moan in pleasure from hotdogging her, she knew he'd be sampling her pussy soon, too!
"Oh G-God," he moaned, "Oh fuck, oh God!"
His dick trembled, but only for a moment before he released and Emerald felt the wet shlap of warm ropes of his cum splattering on her back. "Oh, Jaune!" she giggled, "You sure know how to make a lady feel desirable..."
"But Jaune," Blake swooped in, as though she had a reason to still be here, "you don't have to spare her feelings, Emerald's a big girl---she'd understand that I was just better."
Her composure failed. "Fuck you, bitch!" Emerald spat, "Did you not see how much Jaune just came? For his second load? Cause I didn't just plop my fat ass on his face-"
"Oh, like it took any art to just sit there!" she screeched, "My feet are my least talented skill and I gave him more pleasure than you ever-"
"Go back to your books, virgin! Jaune and I have a long night ahead of us and I want to get started-"
Blake whirled on Jaune. "Who won?" she asked, "Tell Emerald that it was me, and we can finish up-"
"Uh-uh," Emerald retorted, "Jaune, you know you want me fulfilling your every-"
"No," he growled, a sudden... masculine and commanding fierceness coming into his voice as he looked upon Emerald and Blake, suddenly feeling like squabbling children, called to account for misbehaving. "No more contests, no more competitions. I am not a prize!"
"B-but," Blake stammered, "Wh-which of us do you-"
"Both!"
Jaune grabbed the both of them by the arm and flung Emerald face down on the bed. A moment later, she felt Blake land right on her, their butts stacked in a pile. She would have objected, but fuck she was so turned on right now!
She heard Blake squeal as Jaune gripped her cheek, then felt his left clasp her own ass, squeezing a thick handful of firm flesh between his fingers. Fuck if it didn't feel amazing, and after the both of them had been so heated up by their contest...
"You two," Jaune growled, making both girls shiver in desire, "have gone too far! By the end of tonight, you will learn to get along, even if I have to break you down to get through to you!"
Emerald was about to speak, but before she could say a single word, Jaune's cock plunged into her pussy. Thick, long, and very hard, it practically split her open as Jaune disregarded her sudden shriek to slam it all the way home. And before Emerald could even gasp for air, he pulled it out and gave Blake the same treatment. Alternating between their pussies in powerful, commanding thrusts, blow by godlike blow, Jaune fucked Emerald and Blake senseless.
It was the most incredible feeling, not only the feel of his dick widening her pussy, but feeling Blake echo her own cries and shudders as she took Jaune. They moaned in stereo, their sexy bodies rubbing against each other, and Emerald couldn't deny how erotic Blake's body was against hers. She was moaning almost as much from feeling Blake's tits press into her back, or how good it felt to rub her ass against Blake's dripping slit.
They were easily being screwed into submission, all thoughts of their game lost as they collapsed into a rhythm of moans and squeals, building each other up to a titanic climax, a climax coming closer and closer with each of Jaune's mighty thrusts. Emerald's certitude of her success, all her possibly inflated self image completely collapsed as she was forced to admit that the sexy bitch on top of her was too fucking hot not to share a boyfriend with---that is, if she had a say in who Jaune was fucking anymore!
"And you're going to be good now?" Jaune asked, but it was far more of a command than a question.
"Y-yes!" Emerald squealed.
"So good!" Blake agreed.
"We'll get along! I promise!" they both cried as Jaune rewarded them with a pair of sharp, booty-jiggling slaps.
"Much better," he said... and then showed the both of them that he'd been holding back. Now he was plowing them, one after the other, his hand squeezing and kneading their asses. Feeling his fingers sink into skin reddened by his handprint, feeling his rail-splitting dick going all the way into her pussy, it was just too much for a weak-willed slut like Emerald to endure.
She came. She came loudly and lewdly, moaning like a whore as Blake shrieked her own climax, the both of them gushing without a care in the world. Emerald's mind had been so overheated from this wild, mad passion that she could feel her grip on reality was wonderfully slipping away. But not before she felt Jaune's cum splatter both of their big, bouncy booties.
"Don't tell me you two are already spent," Jaune taunted and Emerald moaned for the long night she had ahead of her!
She awoke, bleary-eyed and uncertain, an unfamiliar weight on her arm... someone she was spooning and- Jaune?
Wait, no, Jaune couldn't possibly have an ass this padded and- black hair?
No! No, no, no, she wasn't- she was clinging to Blake like a lover instead of- instead of her hated rival! She tried to pull away, but ugh, she was stuck fast, the stupid cat dozing like- like they hadn't just...
Well... memories from last night were coming back... promises to "get along" and a whole hell of a lot of orgasms as Jaune spread their cheeks and plowed them like there was no tomorrow... Oh, she and Blake definitely had a boyfriend now. The both of them. Together.
Grumbling to herself about how this was just because she was drunk last night and... oh, who was she kidding? Last night, after their contest, Jaune had fucked the both of them six ways to Sunday, and Emerald vaguely remembered being ordered to do some "get along" exercises that involved kissing, licking, and sucking on Blake's... everything. She still had a taste in her mouth that was a combination of Jaune, Blake, and her own sweat and cum.
She felt Blake shift a bit in her arms, then turned, suddenly awake and alert, the moments of last night racing through her mind just as it had for Emerald, going from shocked dismay to acceptance to that nervous tingle of lust that came from waking up to find a beautiful, naked girl in your arms.
"So..." she began nervously.
"So..." Emerald answered, and both giggled as they tried to think of what to say next.
"Where's... Jaune?" Blake finally settled on.
"Right here!" They both looked up to see Jaune coming through the door with a tray heaped high with breakfast. "Sorry, you just looked so peaceful while asleep... I didn't want to wake you."
Seeing their sexy boyfriend with breakfast more than made up for anything he might think he had to apologize for. And after last night, Jaune had left them with a considerable appetite, not to mention quite a bit of fluids that needed to be replenished. Emerald chugged orange juice as Blake wolfed down eggs---how were his scrambled eggs so good? The recipe was just "crack eggs in pan, scramble," right? What did he do differently that made them so perfect and fluffy? But all thoughts of presenting themselves as seductive sex goddesses was firmly left behind in yesterday---today, they were hungry co-eds... hungry co-eds who were now in a shared relationship.
But there was one thing that carried over from yesterday, in spite of everything...
"Um, Jaune?" Emerald asked, "I know last night took a turn, but... just for posterity's sake, um... who won?"
Jaune laughed. "Really, I'd have to say I did."
Well, he could believe that. But as Emerald helped herself to a piece of perfectly crispy bacon, she shared a look with Blake where they conveyed their total agreement that they had been the real winners in this.
The new year was coming with all its attendant problems---half of them hers, another half of them swiftly becoming hers---but Glynda was off the clock and she was relaxing in her usual way.
At a bar.
Her favorite bar, upscale enough to be a little classy, but rough enough that it wouldn't attract Beacon students or, worse, her colleagues. No, here it was just Glynda and the regulars, people with whom she could order a drink and not have to be the Deputy Headmistress. She needed that release more than the alcohol, the chance to let the mask slip and not be the always proper educator. Not that she didn't mind a stiff drink after a hard day, of course.
Especially today. They were processing student admission applications and it was, as always, a frustrating process. Like all administrative tasks at Beacon, the work did not fall evenly between those who were on the Admissions Committee. It fell almost entirely to her, and yet, she couldn't even enjoy the efficiency of being the sole deciding voice, because, of course, every application had someone's favor, expressed only after she'd put their name in the rejection pile. It doesn't matter that this student had no apparent recorded history, or that another student was clearly the daughter of Ghira Belladonna---she hadn't even changed her name!--- posing as a human, oh no, Beacon would be happy to take them.
Dropping a shot in her beer before slugging it down, Glynda tried to take her mind off of her endless frustrations and focus on her life outside of her administrative work. Such as how she'd be coaching Pyrrha Nikos next year, just in time for the Vytal. She would never know how Ozpin had pulled that off, snatching her out from under Leonardo's nose and with Jimmy putting such a recruitment push for her... but either way, she was looking forward to seeing what the Mistralian wunderkind could do when pushed through Glynda's training regime!
"Excuse me," she heard a voice beside her. Though not aimed at the bartender. Aimed at her.
Glynda lazily turned to look at him. She wasn't really in the mood to talk right now and hoped he'd pick up her disinterest and hostility, two attitudes that increased as she saw who was interrupting her. A young man, Valean for sure, with the sunny blond look that was so common out in the sticks. Really, the perfect image of a naive country boy, emphasis on boy, the kind that would've been carded if they were in a Kingdom that had a drinking age. Hell, he looked young enough to be one of her students.
But he didn't take her silent dismissal as a hint, because of course he didn't. Boys at his age had self-confidence in spades...
"Would you mind if I asked," he began, his voice oozing with the smarmy ease of someone who hadn't been shot down enough, "what you happened to be drinking?"
"Why would you ever want to know that?" Glynda asked, feeling a little annoyed by how... confident he was coming across. It was... not something she liked in a young man's voice.
He flashed her a, frankly, dazzling smile and asked, "I was just wondering what I should order for you."
Well, well, well, quite the charmer she'd found. She knew the smart thing was to shut him down, hard, to spare them both the time, but there was something... about this young man that made his flirtation seem endearing rather than annoying. He was good looking, in a boyish way. And the fact that he was far too young for her made it seem less like actual flirtation and more like... a game.
And Glynda was a competitive woman...
Alright then, she'd play his little game. Giving him a smile of her own, she gave her reply
"Oh, I don't know if I should accept a drink from you," she teased, "I don't want you spending all your allowance on me..."
He laughed, a genuine note of enjoyment---he seemed game for a little bit of a back and forth, too. "My, my," he chuckled, "there's no need to be so fierce, Ma'am, though..." and there was another smile, dazzling enough to throw Glynda a little off her game, "but if fierce is how you like it..."
She made a quick, barking laugh, hoping to regain some of the upper hand. "I think you're biting off more than you can chew, here, if you think that was fierce." She flashed him a grin of her own, one with a bit more frosty bite than he might be expecting. "I'm supposing you don't know who I am."
"The most beautiful woman I'd ever seen?" he quipped, a line he delivered so easily that it went right past Glynda's defenses and hit home before she had a chance to recognize how cheesy and idiotic it was. "Though I'd love to learn more about you and get to know you better..."
That was a surprisingly forward innuendo to put in there! But "surprisingly forward" seemed to be this boy's game.
And hell and damn... it seemed to be working for him.
Reminding herself not to give into idiotic fantasies, Glynda stiffened her resolve as she said, "Glynda Goodwitch. Deputy Headmistress of Beacon Academy." Every syllable fell like a hammer on an anvil, another nail in the coffin of this cocky youngster's romantic ambitions.
But of course, he just rolled with it. "Jaune Arc," he smoothly said in reply, "Not of anywhere in particular, but interested in getting to learn more about you."
She was flustered now. Actually flustered. Glynda turned away to try to recollect her thoughts, her cheeks burning as she knew she was blushing. She was... frustrated. And a few drinks in. And the boy, Jaune, was good looking, and it had been a while since a man had been so... interested in her. Well, she knew her students often had inappropriate thoughts about her, enough bathroom graffiti spoke to that, but they lacked the sort of... manly confidence this boy exuded. Too juvenile, too immature. And the more mature men in her life, like Jimmy, were just... they weren't making the move she needed from them.
So... okay! Whatever! She was off the clock! In a bar where nobody here mattered! She could... she could indulge a little.
"Whiskey," she said, turning back to the attractive young man, who raised an eyebrow in response. "You wanted to know what I'm drinking, and it's whiskey. A boilermaker, dropping a shot in a beer."
"Well, well, well," he grinned, this time, the dazzle of his smile and the suggestive waggle of his eyes made Glynda feel very attractive, "then we're drinking whiskey tonight."
This was... uncharacteristic of her, but that only made this hotter. She felt like a total cougar, fumbling with her keys as her boytoy nibbled her ear, whispering the naughtiest things! She felt sexy and dangerous, and taking a young man back to her apartment, something she never did, was such a thrill!
Drinking with Jaune had been surprisingly enjoyable. It was... new to interact with a young man in a way where she wasn't the disciplinarian, wasn't scrutinizing their every move for flaws in their technique... though she did find Jaune rather fun to scrutinize. And not just his body---though she was admiring his good looks---Jaune was a quick witted, charming young man who kept Glynda on her toes, especially as he kept on buying her drinks. And it was fun. Fun to have an interaction with a man who was witty, flirtatious, and giving her looks that showed that he quite appreciated Glynda's mature charms.
She wasn't going to bring him home, of course, until... until she felt the thrill of the moment and decided... hell with it. Why not live a little?
Her place in Vale was really only used in the summer, but even for as little use as it got, it was very Spartan. She'd be embarrassed to show how undecorated it was, but this wasn't a guest, this was a confident stranger she'd invited back for meaningless sex---different rules applied.
And besides, he wasn't looking at the furnishings. As soon as the door was open, they were a tangle of limbs and lips, an ungainly mess that giggled as she tripped and stumbled their way into her bedroom, casting her hair pins aside and letting her hair cascade down in a messy, blonde stream. Toppling onto the bed, they rolled over each other, kissing, nibbling, sucking---his hands roamed over her body and squeezed her ass, and she didn't object one bit to his forwardness. She found it flattering, and more so, her hands were on his tight buns, so it wasn't like she could blame him.
It might have been that she was pent up, that it had been too long since she'd had any romantic attention, but his touch was doing wonders for Glynda's self-esteem. Normally, she'd want to be romanced before sex; she was a connoisseur of foreplay and expected her partners to perform. But this was different. She was a little tipsy, very horny, and decidedly out of her usual preferences. And with Jaune's hands roaming over her, Glynda decided she was quite alright with skipping to the good bits.
"Mwah, mwah, You sure like," she said between feverish kisses, "mwah, my ass, but have you seen, mwah, mwah, THESE?"
She pulled away to rip her blouse open, sending buttons scattering across the room. It was a nice blouse, but the look on Jaune's face as he saw her bra-clad tits barely constrained by the feat of sartorial engineering that kept them supported. Jaune had been a good boy in the bar, and kept his wandering gaze from straying too long on her chest, and so Glynda felt this was a good reward.
And besides, it was fun to see him knocked off his rhythm!
"Go ahead," she said in a husky voice, "Play with them, however you want. They're all- AIPE!"
She was cut off as he dove into her cleavage, his tongue and hands going into overdrive as Glynda was tackled back onto her bed. She was overwhelmed---an impressive feat considering how Glynda's training to keep cool under any circumstance---and hardly even realized he'd managed to unhook her bra until it was already off. Feeling his tongue swirl around a plump nipple distracted her from thinking about how impressive it was to get all of those clasps unhooked so easily, but Glynda subconsciously noted her amazement at his technique.
But that was really just the appetizer. With Jaune on top of her, Glynda felt his member rubbing against her, the fabric of his jeans and her skirt not enough to dull the sensation that was making her pussy just gush in excitement. This kind of hot, wild sex was something she'd never done before, and she was finding it quite exciting! Even the fumbling, the struggle to get Jaune's shirt off while he refused to stop playing with her breasts, or the wild need that caused her to just snap his belt when the buckle gave her resistance, all just emphasized how needy she was to get that dick in her pussy!
Yanking his pants off, she...
She... she could see why he was so cocky...
He was big. Big. Glynda was an experienced woman, but... he was packing something other than anything she'd seen before. And he was hard. Rock hard, the fruits of her melons on display, but Glynda was too preoccupied by her surprise to take any pride in her accomplishment.
The look on her face was evidently enough to break him from his focus on her tits as he gave her a smug grin and asked, "So... we doing this?"
Her skirt was gone in an instant, her pantyhose ripped open to expose her very wet and needy pussy to his gaze. She spread her legs wide, gave him a manic look of lustful desire, and braced herself for-
OH MAIDENS!
He slammed into her! She was better lubricated than she'd ever been with a man, but there was just only so much meat she could accommodate! And oh dust, it was like nothing she'd ever felt before! As he pushed in, opening her up, just splitting her open, every inch was putting her further and further into paroxysms of pleasure! Glynda didn't make a sound, just opened her mouth wide in breathless amazement as he finally bottomed out in her.
And then he started thrusting.
In the bedroom, Glynda was always in charge. She'd even enjoyed some BDSM play, though Jimmy was not someone who could relinquish control enough for her. She had thought that that had been the problem in their sexual relationship, but with Jaune banging her, she realized that she was relinquishing control. Her self-discipline was being turned against her, the voice in her head that compelled her to push herself to demand excellence was now on Jaune's side.
Moan for him, cry out his name, show him what a whore you are!
"Guh-gaaaawds!" she squealed, trying not to give away how much that look of supremacy on his face was turning her on, "Oh, ye-ye-yes! Yes, yes, yesyesyes!"
You can't hide the truth from him! Tell him what you want, what you need!
Fuuuuuuuuuuck, she could see it in his eyes, seeing his desire mirroring hers as she cried out, "HARDER, JAUNE, HAAAAAAAAARDER!"
And so he gave it to her harder.
Glynda's eyes rolled as she got everything she'd never realized she'd wanted from a man! Fuck, he was- he was dominating her! Taking her,
You love it, you slut. Tell him what you really want!
Oh gods, oh gods, no! He couldn't- she was-
"Oh gods!" she cried, "Oh, yes! Fucking rail me you stud and break me!"
He complied.
Glynda's thoughts, her composure, her very sense of self were annihilated by the sensation of Jaune's dick slamming her overstuffed pussy. He was breaking her, absolutely breaking her! And she loved it! Loved it loved it loved it LOVED IT!
And you know what you are now, don't you?
The voice in her head was the only thing still coherent in Glynda's skull, but she fortunately had someone else taking charge of the situation.
"You're mine now," Jaune growled.
His.
"Fuh-fuck, yah! I- I'm yours! Yours! F-fuck me!"
"My bitch!" he spat, giving her tits a meaty SLAP.
"Fuuuuuuck!" she wailed, throwing her head back in undisguised joy, "I'm your bitch! Your! Little! Biiiiiiitch!"
His Bitch.
He rewarded her with blow after blow as he fucked her and Glynda was singing Hallelujah as she finally had a man who could give her what she needed. The kind of rough, hard fucking that took the stern disciplinarian, the stuffy Deputy Headmistress, and put her in her fucking place!
Cumming and cumming and cumming, Glynda was introduced to a whole new way of fucking, of thinking, of being, as the man, the stud she met in the bar broke her down to her barest elements and instructed her in what she was, until, sweaty, messy, and cummed silly, Glynda finally blacked out from the sheer exertion of it all.
She woke up, more a bleary drifting from sleep to wakefulness, her body and mind too sluggish to really "awake." Not after what happened last night.
She was a mess. Felt it, was sure she looked it. Groaning a little as she moved her sore body, feeling a kind of soreness her workouts, even as demanding as they were, never gave her, the soft sheets and pillows seemed to just drag her down and insist... just a few more minutes...
But Glynda had just had a one night stand, one that had left her completely scrambled six ways from Sunday, and she needed to get up now, to take a shower and get some serious coffee in her if she even hoped to have enough coherence to function today.
Staggering out of bed, she didn't even bother to try to dress herself. It was all too much effort and she barely had the energy to shower. She noted that she was still wearing her pantyhose, and, from the dried cum on her body, she and Jaune had done a lot, some of which she didn't quite remember in the lustful haze all of last night's memories were drowned in. Evidently, he quite enjoyed cumming on her tits... and if she recalled correctly, she'd enjoyed it a lot too.
Gods, she never thought she could be such a slut.
But then again, she never- OH!
Getting out of the bedroom, she saw that... Jaune was still there. Sipping orange juice at her breakfast table, as casual as could be. A small part of Glynda was put out that she hadn't been able to exhaust him half as much as he exhausted her, but... well, he was a young man. But more so, she wasn't sure what to expect from him still being here. Was he... did he think this was... a relationship? He didn't... how did she...
Was she happy to think that he wanted... more from her?
"You said you're the Deputy Headmistress at Beacon, right?"
Glynda blinked. Had she- had she misheard? He hadn't even looked up from the paper, but he had asked a question. "Yes?" she answered, uncertainly, "Why would you-"
"Because you can alter some documentation that says I got accepted to Beacon."
She nearly gasped to hear it. It would- to forge credits for a Beacon admission? She'd not only lose her job, she'd face criminal charges! And the scandal it would provoke!
But... it was all an illusion. He'd broken her last night, and any thought that she might resist, might put the career and reputation she'd spent a lifetime building before serving that cock... it was just folly. She could already feel her thighs clench at the thought of him... making her... making her ruin her reputation, her career, just... just to feel him take her again.
"But..." she asked, her thoughts still sludgy and uncertain, "But... why? Why would you want to go to Beacon?"
He grinned, his smile making Glynda's heart flutter like she was a silly teenager with a crush, not a mature woman. "Because," he explained, "Huntresses are hot bitches, and don't feel put out---you are an absolute MILF, Glyn. Easily one of the best fucks I've ever had, and those tits!" Glynda blushed, then blushed harder at how hard she blushed at knowing he thought she had nice tits. "But I can't content myself with just one woman, you get that."
Of course he couldn't. All those students entrusted to her care, beautiful young, athletic women with tight, toned bodies and the wild libidos she'd spent so many years trying to tamp down. They'd think... just like Glynda, they'd be arrogant sluts, thinking Jaune was nothing, no more than a brief flirtation until he showed them, showed them what he'd shown her last night, taught them their place beneath him. Serving him. Loving and worshipping his cock.
She nodded. There was no other option than her assent.
"Besides..." he added, that impossibly charming grin making her feel all dizzy and ditzy, "I think you're gonna enjoy helping me too, aren't you?"
She couldn't deny it.
When he said it, she felt her loins tremble in anticipation. She was... she was going to help him lure in girls. Help him break them. Maybe he'd even reward her with a few girls to take care of her...
Giving him a submissive bow, she answered, "Of course, sir."
Glynda felt a grin come to her face. She'd... she'd been well and truly broken last night, losing all of what she once thought of herself. As the Deputy Headmistress, as a teacher, in her career, in her morals, in her very identity as "Glynda Goodwitch."
And she was thrilled to cast it all aside.
There were a few things Jaune knew about himself. First and foremost, that he was an idiot. If he had even the slightest sense of awareness, he'd have realized what an ass he was making of himself his entire first year at Beacon. Being a headstrong idiot who thought he could bluff his way into Beacon, thinking he could train on his own without help, refusing to take Weiss's "no" for an answer, his obliviousness to Pyrrha's obvious feelings for him... it was a wonder he still had friends at all after his rough few months. Hell, more than friends. He had Pyrrha, the most incredible woman he'd ever met, as a girlfriend, in spite of everything he'd done. And there was no amount of luck in the world that could explain that.
But he wasn't just going to sit there and thank his lucky stars. An Arc made things right. So Jaune had no objection to what he was doing right now.
Kneeling, naked before her, his hands bound behind his back, Jaune kept his head lowered in supplication to his new girlfriend, Pyrrha Nikos. And it was hard to really object to whatever she was saying in her current outfit, her figure encased in tight leather and balanced on two stiletto heels. Yes, she had a crop in her hands and a look on her face that told him he'd get to feel it soon, but that was likewise hard to object to... but that was bringing a pain of its own.
That was the thing. Jaune wasn't naked, a single, slender metal garment provided some modesty, in a twisted way. The chastity cage holding his penis was already uncomfortable, the cold, hard metal against his soft flesh. He didn't want to imagine how it would feel once some blood was pumping down there---and Pyrrha's dominatrix outfit was already getting him going. He stifled a groan as Pyrrha stepped forward, each footfall a precise, commanding click against the floor.
"You have no idea," she began, slowly, each and every syllable dripping from her lips, "what you've put me through. For an entire year, from being so proud to refuse my help, the help you desperately needed, to watching you flirt with Weiss every single day... you've been a bad boy, Jaune. A bad, bad boy... and you're going to apologize for it."
"I- I'm sorry!" Jaune moaned, feeling his dick press against the tight metal cage encasing it. "I... I was stupid and should never have been so careless and oblivious to your feelings. I should have- nnnngh!"
A hard strike to the shoulder from her crop cut off Jaune's apology. He winced, feeling the long, red mark of her strike throb on his skin.
"If you thought you could apologize with words, then you don't realize just how much you have to apologize for..." she lectured, looming above him in majestic authority. By the Maidens she looked good in leather, even as terrifying as she was, her creamy breasts practically overflowing the cups of her corset and her long, spiked heels raised her ass in an incredible display. But Pyrrha could see where his eyes were drifting, and her own eyes narrowed in anger.
"Oh, you cur!" she spat, another hard strike from the crop forcing Jaune to cast his eyes downward as he cringed from getting caught. Suddenly, Pyrrha stepped forward, thrusting one of her boots right in front of him and barking, "Lick my boots, worm!"
Jaune wriggled forward, his hands still bound behind his back as he pressed his face to the shiny black leather of Pyrrha's boots. They were thigh highs, and gods if they weren't the sexiest things.. But those thoughts not only caused his cock to painfully strain against his chastity cage, they were also the reason he was in this predicament in the first place.
Running his tongue up and down the toe of her boot, Jaune grimaced from the rough taste of the leather, but was careful not to show it. He worshiped the boot, leaving every surface inch slick and shiny with his saliva, hoping to appease her ire and work off some of the debt he owed her, murmuring apologies and supplication as he licked her boot clean, licking until his jaw began to turn sore and his tongue turned dry.
Eventually, Pyrrha sighed, and pulled her boot away. "I just don't know how to properly punish you," she complained, "Even as I humiliate you, I can see your eyes roaming perversely over my body like the animal you are. A dirty, filthy boy like you must love the taste of my boots."
Jaune looked at the floor, feeling his face grow warm from the shame and humiliation of it all. Pyrrha stepped away, but Jaune could hear she was heading towards the box she'd brought into the dorm room. The same box that contained the chastity belt that was tormenting him right now, which told Jaune... she was really going to put him through his paces.
"If you want to be forgiven..." she said, "you're going to have to earn it."
Turning to see what she meant, Jaune's eyes goggled as he saw that Pyrrha had produced a long, bright red strapon. Jaune's gaze traced over it's considerable girth and bumpy ridges, imagining what that would be like inside him... if it would even fit. A fact he was going to be intimately acquainted with soon, he thought with a nervous swallow.
Jaune knew he just had to say his safeword---"chamomile"---and they'd stop right here. He knew he was doing this as an apology, but they weren't crazy. And so he had to weigh exactly what he was getting into here with Pyrrha.
And yet... he couldn't deny that his first thought on seeing that bright red color, the same shade as her hair, was that sense of Pyrrha he felt in his heart. The pride in her stance, her phallus jutting forth like her sword when she trained him, it was all so... her. And Jaune couldn't help but feel an overwhelming warmth at that.
She was about to fuck him in the ass, and all Jaune could think about was how much he loved this woman.
Jaune bent over, raising his ass in the air as he presented himself, on his knees, hands tied behind his back on the bed. He knew Pyrrha was sure to be generous with the lube, but Jaune had never put... anything in his ass before, and he knew this was gonna be rough. But damn if it wouldn't be worth it.
The click of Pyrrha's heels on the floor, her slow, deliberate steps amplifying his anticipation as he could picture his girlfriend striding forward, a sexy sway to her hips, her red rubber phallus bobbing and weaving in the air, a merciless spear that would soon pierce his defenseless behind.
Squeezing his eyes shut, Jaune bit his lip, trying to face his punishment like a man. Pyrrha giggled--- gods, she had a beautiful voice---and slapped her strapon against his asscheeks. "What's got you so nervous, Jaune?" she said, no trace of the usual apologetic Pyrrha to be found in this conquering warrior, "I promise I'll be gentle!"
He felt- oh gods, he felt the cool, slippery feeling of the lube as the long rubber dick pushed into his asshole. Gritting his teeth, he struggled not to make a sound of protest as she widened his bowels, mercilessly pushing it against all resistance. Inch by inch, Jaune struggled to maintain his discipline, holding his breath as long as he could not to betray his discomfort as it sank deeper and deeper into him. But as she finally bottomed out, feeling her hips against his buttocks, Pyrrha started thrusting, and Jaune... began to feel the pleasurable aspects of taking a dick up his ass.
He felt his cock strain in its cage, Pyrrha's powerful thrusts no longer a painful intrusion but undeniably pleasurable. He was still gritting his teeth, but now it was to keep himself from moaning in pleasure. Submitting to Pyrrha, taking his punishment, feeling the ridges of her strap on as it split him open... it was all such a turn on! Feeling his dick strain against his cage, the hard metal holding it in place, he couldn't hold back any longer and let loose a long moan of pain and pleasure.
He felt Pyrrha pause in her assault, and could picture the smile curling across her face. "Oh?" she taunted, "Do you like it? Do you like your girlfriend fucking your tight little ass?"
"Uhhhhhnnn..." he grunted, "I- I- oh fuck, I do! I do!"
He felt Pyrrha give him a hard slap across his ass. "Ha! Where's the arrogant Huntsman who didn't need anyone's help? What happened to all that confidence!"
"I- I- Ohhhhhhh," Pyrrha had started slamming away even more forcefully, widening Jaune's asshole with every pounding thrust, "Oh gods, gods, oh fuck, I was an idiot! I was such a fucking idiot!"
Pyrrha began to pant as she grabbed him by the hips to further bury herself deeper and deeper into his bowels. He heard Pyrrha begin to pant with a wild, hungry desire. "Yessss..." she hissed, "You were, b-but you're not going to make that mistake ever again! You're not going to be chasing after other girls, not going to even look at them anymore!"
"No!" he gasped, "Never!"
"What do you think about your 'Snow Angel' now?"
"She means nothing to me! You're- oh gods- you're so much- so much more beautiful, more desirable, than she ever was to me!"
"Oh gods, Jaune!" Pyrrha cried in a wild shriek, "I- I'm the only girl for you, the only- the only one!"
She grabbed him by the hair and pulled backwards, making Jaune cry out in agony that his dick was being constrained while he desperately needed to cum, but as Pyrrha's voice cried out in sheer commanding domination, Jaune realized... he'd gotten Pyrrha off just by submitting.
As she withdrew from his very worn out ass, Jaune whimpered, feeling both the incredible soreness that he was sure to be experiencing for the next few days, but even more so, the pain in his groin, his dick straining against its cage, his overwhelming arousal begging to let it stretch to its full length and even more so... to cum. To release that pressure in his balls. He'd do anything right now, no matter how degrading!
Groaning with need, he looked up to Pyrrha with pleading eyes that she grant him some relief. But all that met his gaze was her severe and haughty look. "Have you learned your lesson?" she asked, imperiously.
"Yesssssssss," he moaned in pathetic supplication.
"And what lesson is that?"
"Th-that I..." he gasped, "That I was a huge fucking idiot who absolutely do not deserve a girlfriend as wonderful and amazing as you are!"
"Awww, Jaune, you sweetie..." she smiled, but Jaune knew she hadn't gone back to regular Pyrrha just yet, his sweet, overly apologetic girlfriend. This was her dominatrix self still looking down upon him, savoring his cravenness. "But I don't think you're forgiven just yet... but I have just the thing to help you remember to be a Good Boy."
Jaune blinked, trying to put together Pyrrha's meaning, but she quickly revealed a thin loop of... a dog collar. She produced a leather dog collar that she looped around Jaune's neck and closed it, snugly, around him.
"Who's a good boy?" she asked in exaggerated fashion, a reminder that he was a dog to her, her quite literal bitch. "Who's my good boy?"
Jaune woofed back at her and Pyrrha gave him a playful scratch behind the ears. A move Jaune couldn't deny actually felt really good.
Pyrrha hugged him and sighed. "Ohhhh... How can I ever stay mad at you? My cute little bitch. But... I am enjoying this..." Then she looked at him with a grin. "How about walkies? Wanna go on a walk boy, huh, do you?"
Reaching up to grab a leash, Pyrrha dangled it before Jaune's eyes. Her meaning was obvious---not enough to simply be her dog, but to show it to the world.
Imagining all his friends seeing him, Cardin's mockery, Weiss's shocked outrage, Yang covering her sister's eyes as she was stunned out of even her haughty self-confidence. Everyone would see him, cowering in submission to his leather-clad girlfriend's authority, literally barking on her command.
Jaune leaned forward, grabbing the leash in his mouth and raising it up, looking to Pyrrha was a playful expression to tell her, I'm game.
He knew he'd already earned his forgiveness, that he and Pyrrha were well and truly square for everything he'd put her through. But Jaune also knew that he quite enjoyed the little game Pyrrha had put him through, and just because he didn't deserve a punishment anymore, well... that was no reason they had to stop!
Taking the leash, she clipped it to his collar, giving Jaune another tight hug. Pausing for a moment as she untied his arms, she whispered, "Thank you, Jaune. I love you, and I hope you had fun, too."
He answered by nuzzling his face against hers a moment of sweetness before he trotted forward on his hands and knees, giving Pyrrha another playful bark as he wagged his butt, waiting for his Mistress, his girlfriend, his remarkable, beautiful Pyrrha to open the door.
Ever since Pyrrha had marked her claim on Jaune in just about the most unexpected way for anybody, even by Nora's standard's, things had definitely changed at Beacon.
For one thing, Nora definitely saw the jealous stares Pyrrha earned from the girls, and more than a few guys, at Beacon for having what was now a certified hunk--- how many times had Nora told her Fearless Leader that the hoody was not helping show off his gains?---as her totally adoring boyfriend, wrapped so tightly around her finger she merely had to snap to get him to jump to attention. Blake and Yang seemed to always have the most furious blushes around JNPR, being so thoroughly lapped and trounced in terms of perversion, Weiss looked green with envy, and even Coco admitted that she wished she had a submissive blond stud of her own. Jaune had become the ultimate fashion accessory, and Pyrrha flaunted him as part of her new, less apologetic, more "Queen Bitch" personality. Even Cardin couldn't get in any mockery---because Jaune clearly enjoyed his position under his Mistress, and also... Pyrrha's wardrobe now featured a lot more tight and leather outfits. And Cardin knew he'd give his left nut to have a bad bitch of a girlfriend like that.
But the biggest change that came with that was more immediate. Seeing Pyrrha make such a change in attitude and appearance made a huge stir, and as the resident celebrity, she was a trendsetter. Now anyone who was anyone either carried a leash or wore a collar, something most students had initially expected the Beacon faculty would crack down on, but Nora only needed one glance at Goodwitch, her crop, and the way she was eyeing the Headmaster (and the adorable way he cringed when she did it!) to tell her that this was the way things would be at Beacon from here on out. Some surprising flips, too---Nora hadn't expected to see that Yatsuhashi was the sub to Velvet, the most adorable nervous dominatrix she'd ever seen.
But those changes particularly hit home in the JNPR dorm, where Ren and Nora got front row tickets to Jaune and Pyrrha's new relationship. Which was why Nora had a great view of Jaune's really tight butt right now, a doggy tail stuffed up his asshole and practically tickling Nora's nose as he quivered. Because that was the thing: Jaune was right now serving as Pyrrha's chair---she said she found his backside more comfortable than her regular dorm furniture, which was probably pretty accurate---and Nora, as punishment for drinking syrup straight from the bottle, against Ren's specific orders not to do so, also had her partner's weight on her back.
Nora chewed on her gag. It was the ring gag instead of the ball, because Ren had caught on that she preferred the ball gag and this was her punishment. The ball gag had a cherry taste to it that Nora really enjoyed, while the ring gag didn't taste like anything. Plus, she kept drooling, and with Jaune's tight ass wiggling in her face, she was starting to worry she was making some associations! Nuh-uh, Nora Valkyrie was a one woman man and a one Master sub!
"Nora," Ren icily interrupted, "My calligraphy requires a very steady hand, and I cannot have you moving so much."
Nora immediately straightened up. Ren was always getting on her case about being distracted and not being able to hold still, but maybe, if she was lucky, he'd take the crop to her and teach her a good, hard lesson about-
"You have to learn to withhold the crop," Pyrrha cut in, like the hugest jerk ever, "I realized with Jaune that he was misbehaving on purpose so I'd get rough with him. And now? He's the most obedient little bitch any girl could ever ask for. Isn't that right?" she asked, scratching his ears.
Jaune woofed in agreement as Nora was left to stew in her jealousy that she wasn't getting any ear scritches. And he'd surely be flaunting that he was such a Good Boy and probably got to sleep in Pyrrha's bed while Nora had to sleep in the doggy bed on the floor. But maybe, if she was perfectly still like a good chair, she'd get scritches too?
Oooh, and maybe some syrup! It was how she got in trouble in the first place, but there was never any problem with hoping-
"NORA!" Ren barked, and she cringed. She'd made him mess up, and that meant a real punishment.
And the worst part of it all? Pyrrha and Jaune were surely being the smuggest smugs in the room because Jaune was so well trained!
Stalking her way down the streets of Vale, Neptunia Vasilias was not up to her usual behavior.
There was amazing tail all around her, hunky Huntsmen here for the Vytal, sexy local girls just primed to be swept off their feet, and yet, Neptunia, who should have been like a kid in a candy store, wasn't talking them up, getting digits, or setting dates. No, she was out to find that ditzy bimbo of a team leader who had ditched them back at Haven and now... and now was who knows where!
So to sum it up: she was pissed.
Why was it that every time she needed Sunny to do some of her actual duties as leader of Team SSSN, she was nowhere to be found? There were forms that needed to be signed and well-overdue paperwork they needed to get in order or they'd be disqualified from the Vytal Tournament! It was one thing to ditch them all back in Mistral as a stowaway instead of taking their actual, paid for tickets to Vale. But when the team finally arrived after Neptunia had to step up as the leader and do everything Sunny was supposed to do---she ditched them again!
She was supposed to meet them at the docks. She was supposed to meet them there, around all the, urrrrrgh, the water, all churning with- with octopi or other super gross things that would just pull her down into the depths if she even got close! So instead of getting the chance to introduce herself to some cute foreign boys and girls, Neptunia had spent the whole time hanging out on the docks being queasy. Too queasy to even introduce herself to no less than the pristine princess of the SDC, the snow angel of Neptunia's dreams.
All because she was waiting on Sunny.
But "a thing came up." And she couldn't be there.
Bull shit. But Sunny didn't know that Neptunia had installed a tracker on Sunny's scroll, giving her exactly the motel her utter goddamn bitch of a Team Leader was at right now! Which was why she was storming down the streets right now instead of introducing herself to any of the lovely ladies of Vale!
It got even worse when she got to the hotel, having to pass by a sweet Valean flower working the front desk who obviously needed someone to let her know how beautiful she didn't realize she was. Prime opportunity to sweep her off her feet and whisk her away to her fantasy romance, starring a mysterious Mistralian beauty... but nope, Neptunia was walking right past her to yell at a girl who didn't even know what sex was.
Checking her scroll, she confirmed that she was looking at the right door that stood between her and her moron of a Team Leader. Welp, here went nothing...
Kicking in the door, Neptunia stepped forward, wreathed in a menacing aura as-
Well, it was definitely Sunny, their tomboy leader as cheerfully blonde and topless as Neptunia was used to seeing her, but more so, there was, in the hotel room... a man in the bed. Another blonde---with messy hair and that boyish look that Neptunia would normally find rather scrumptious, a farmboy who could give her a good tumble, his rougher strength against her refined Mistralian charm---who Neptunia could only look at and think how pissed she was.
Because her skank of a Team Leader was busy enjoying her Afternoon Delight rather than do even one thing she was supposed to do for the sake of the entire team! That utter- Neptunia wouldn't deny there were times she had put nailing a stud before her responsibilities, that was just common sense really. But this... to blow off meeting them at the docks? Neptunia had had it up to here with this bimbo!
"Oh, hey Nep!" Sunny said cheerfully, as though her partner wasn't annoyed beyond belief! "What's up?"
"What's- what's up?" she asked in disbelief, "You- you ditched us at Haven. Then you ditched us again to go get laid? Is that 'what's up?'"
Sunny looked surprisingly chastened by Neptunia's anger. It... was out of character for her to be so angry and snappish, but Sunny just- she just kept making her so mad! But at the same time... Sunny just looked so sorry and so cute and Neptunia found it was quite impossible to stay mad at her, even though she damn well should be!
"You're right," Sunny said, apologetically, "Let me make it up to you."
Which was when she ripped the blanket off the bed, and...
It... it couldn't- it wasn't-
Neptunia had never seen one so big before!
"My favorite banana," Sunny said with a lusty purr, running her tongue up the length of the young man's shaft. "Though I'm sure a connoisseur of cock like yourself would have a far more refined palate for this... so come on and give Jaune a taste."
This was not what Neptunia thought would happen today. This was not what Neptunia thought would happen when she confronted her absentee team leader at all.
But at the same time... her eyes tracked up the length of that shaft, seeming to hypnotically draw her eye up and down it, watching it majestically unfurl to its full magnificence under Sunny's tongue. For the first time in her life, Neptunia wondered if she'd be... if she'd be adequate at handling a dick. She'd put her fair share of notches in her bedpost, and she had a deserved reputation for being a girl who knew her way around a cock. And yet... fuck, how did this Jaune guy even walk with that thing?
"Ummm..." he mumbled, awkwardly, "Sunny, I, uh, I don't know if your friend wants to-"
What? Was he seriously trying to back out of a chance to have sex with her, Neptunia Vasilias, Haven's Queen of Seduction? How dare he- and how dare Sunny try to keep this cock all to herself! Her mind was made up in an instant that this was a challenge that Neptunia would not back down on!
"Well, big boy..." she purred as she drew up to him, slowly and playfully disrobing, seeing his eyes go wide, "I think I know exactly what I want, and Sunny did say she wanted to make things up to me... so how about you let me get in there and show you what I can do..."
Jaune was about to say something, but whatever it was was something less important than the mighty staff he had on display. So pushing right past that, she swept in and gave a long, lusty lick and introduced herself to her new favorite toy, one she figured she'd be very intimately acquainted with by the end of the night, much less the end of this visit!
She and Sunny both left a trail of kisses up and down his dick. Neptunia wrapped her lips around one of Jaune's testicles, admiring the heft they had in her mouth as she gently kissed and sucked on his sack. Jaune struggled to hold back from their double blow job, which, Neptunia had to admit, did speak to his skill... that kind of discipline with this kind of package? Sunny had picked a good one, that was for sure.
Speaking of, Neptunia had never shared a guy with Sunny before, and she had to admit, her Team Leader did have her charms... her abs were incredible, for one thing. Not surprising from how many walls she scaled rather than "using the door like a normal person," but with her cheery personality and her tail wiggling mischievously as she helped Neptunia blow a guy, Neptunia was really wondering why the two of them hadn't done anything like this before.
In fact, as their lips playfully met each other over the tip of Jaune's mighty sword, she could feel the poor boy groan in dismay as Sunny and Neptunia kissed and made up right in front of him. Neptunia had no objections to teasing a boy, though she was starting to worry that the two of them, and their sensuous skills, might tease poor Jaune to death, and besides...
She really couldn't wait any longer.
Shucking off the last of her clothes in a graceful motion, Neptunia rose and pushed Jaune back down on the bed. Regally, she posed above him, showing him her graceful figure in all her glory, letting him know the carpet did indeed match the drapes. She made quite the stunning contrast with Sunny, not just in the blue and yellow of their hair, but in their figures as well. Where Sunny was hard muscle, Neptunia was supple curves, and where Sunny was unbound, excitable energy, Neptunia was the cool seductress, making poor Jaune's eyes nearly pop out of his skull to see such a goddess of femininity straddle his body.
"You ready, big boy?" she asked, giving him a cocky expression, in spite of her inner uncertainty. Neptunia did not show hesitation, not against the Grimm and never in the bedroom.
"Y-yeah," Sunny's boytoy asked, gawking at her figure as Sunny clapped in the background, thrilled to see the two of them getting along. But Neptunia didn't really have attention to spare for her team leader, not as she gave her newest lover a final smoldering look before descending upon his cock.
Ohhhhhh... he was big. She knew he was big, but feeling the head of his cock pressed against her tight little slit, Neptunia was realizing what big really meant. She liked big boys, she knew her way around a cock, but she had to admit... Jaune was a little more than she was ready for. He had a battering ram at her gates and Neptunia really had to ask herself if she felt she could handle this.
But at the same time... as she started to slide down, as she took him inch by wondrous, incredible inch, Neptunia was realizing how much she loved big dicks, and Jaune had one bigger than she'd ever felt before! She was so- so full! It split her open, like her whole body was being parted to make room for this massive fuckstick just stuffing her middle. His cock was the stick in her popsicle, and Neptunia liked it.
Ooooh, she was starting to wonder if she was going to be able to notice other dicks after this one! She was so close to making it all the way down and letting her thighs rest on his hips, just... totally plugged up. And Jaune was such a gentleman the whole way, just giving her encouragement as he gently helped guide her down---Neptunia felt like a virgin with him, but in a sweet, lovely way that made her just swoon even as he was splitting her in half.
With a gasp, she finally reached the bottom. She'd managed to take his cock all the way down! Neptunia felt a surge of pride that she'd managed to-
Jaune started moving.
It was only the slow, easy roll of his hips creating only the least bit friction between them, but Neptunia, her pussy stuffed beyond belief, was fast discovering that even the slightest movement was hitting just about every spot inside her. "J-Jaune!" she gasped out.
"I know!" Sunny cheered, massaging Neptunia's shoulders, "He's amazing, isn't he? Jaune! Start really giving it to her, she can take it!"
Wait, no st-STAAAAAHHHHHHPPPPPP! Was what she thought, rather than said, as Jaune moved it up a notch, now bucking Neptunia on his hips. Bouncing her up and down, the head of his cock, the tip of his battering ram, made thrust after thrust, pounding her senseless as every nerve in her pussy just exploded. It would be one thing if he just used this damn thing as a club, confident that a big dick meant he didn't need skill, but Jaune had rhythm. "Oh- oh- oh gods!" she cried, "Gods, gods, gaaaaawwwwwwddddssss!"
Any illusions she had about being in control, of being the sexy, sophisticated Mistralian seductress, were bashed apart by this Valean stud. Every thrust felt like it went all the way into her core, her mind rocked by bolts of pleasure that radiated from her pussy to her fingertips, and her mouth was open in a long and uncontrollable squeal as Jaune fucked her completely silly.
"Harder Jaune!" Sunny cheered, "Fuck her harder! She's had, like, tons of experience with guys, but I bet she's never been fucked by anyone like you!"
She hadn't! She-fucking-hadn't! If she'd even come close, she'd never have fucked another guy again! She wanted to object, to tell him his dick was driving her crazy but instead she just found herself squealing, "Oh, yes, yes, YES!"
And Jaune took that as an invitation.
Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuuck! Neptunia had never taken a dick like this! It was fucking- fucking breaking her! She wasn't- she was fucking Neptunia Vasilias! She'd- she'd had- oh gods! It didn't fucking matter! She just couldn't take it!
"Oh gods!" she wailed, "Oh gods oh gods oh gods-"
"Wow, Jaune," Sunny said with a grin, "I think she's enjoying herself!"
"C-can't take it!" she shrieked, "I can't- can't-"
With a primal scream, Neptunia gave in to the roaring climax building inside of her. She'd never- no one had- she'd never cum like this before, her whole body quaked as she erupted into the biggest orgasm of her life. Jaune had broken her, every bit of her being was just dribbling out of her pussy right now.
She slumped down, her now-boneless body wholly unable to support herself upright any longer. And yet, she still whimpered as Jaune withdrew his cock from her pussy, suddenly feeling very empty and unfulfilled.
"Wait, what are you doing?" Sunny asked.
"Umm..." Jaune glanced between the two girls, "I think she needs a rest after-"
Sunny punched him in the arm. "Oh, p-shaw, I know my girl Neptunia, and she can't be satisfied with just that!"
What? What was- oh fuck, now Neptunia was starting to feel a tingle...
"She's told me all sorts of stories about her adventures, and what she needs right now is for you to go all the way, plow her pussy into Sunday and fill'er up with a thick load of your baby batter!"
"I dunno..." Jaune said, giving a look to the drooling mess of a girl on his bed. "She looks pretty, umm... worn out already."
"Aww, c'mon!" she laughed, "Tell him, Nep! Tell him you're not gonna be satisfied until he's scrambled your eggs good!"
Neptunia... Neptunia knew she'd already been fucked senseless, but oh fuck the thought of that cock pumping her full, just stuffing her completely and feeling that warm, gooey cum inside of her...
"M-moooooooore..." she gurgled as she looked to Jaune with tired, pleading eyes... and spread her legs wide for him. "N-need more..."
Jaune looked apprehensive, only for Sunny to grab him and shove him on top of Neptunia, whose arms, out of reflex, wrapped around him, unwilling to let her stud get away before he'd given her what she so desperately needed. She'd have wrapped her legs around him too, pulling his dick right to her pussy, but they were, unfortunately, still totally jellied from the fucking she'd received.
But it wasn't necessary. Neptunia felt the tip of his hard dick poke right at her slit and soon, it was sliding back into her. He'd done such a thorough job stretching her out that this time, it felt like it wasn't splitting her open, but instead, a much-needed filling for a too-empty hole. Moaning in pleasure, feeling his weight press her into the mattress, Neptunia weakly bucked, trying to pull him in faster---a message he received.
Looking at her with an amused glint in his eye, he asked, "Do you really want me to give it to you hard?"
She giggled and nodded.
And so, he gave it to her.
With a cry, Neptunia felt the raw, unfettered force of Jaune's dick inside her. Gods, even the minute it was out of her was just too long! She gripped Jaune as tightly as she could as he introduced her to what it really meant to get fucked. His weight bore down on her, reminding Neptunia of how stupid she was to think she was some kind of divine goddess of sex when she was little more than a puny virgin who'd never really had anything that really counted.
Right now, nothing mattered but the dick inside her. Neptunia's eyes were unfocused, her body was limp and exhausted, and her mind was totally empty of all but what Jaune was fucking into her. She was just a sheath for this cock and she couldn't be happier as Jaune used her for exactly that purpose. She could feel his hot breath on her neck, his breathing getting tighter, his thrusts, more powerful, as he built- built up for- for-
Ohhhhhhh, yesssssss...
As he released inside her, Neptunia felt as though he'd opened her up all over again, stuffing her pussy, her womb, fuck, stuffing every open space in her entire body with his seed. Her eyes rolled as she imagined her whole body puffing up, inflated by his seed, making her look like she was already pregnant as she moaned in satisfied pleasure. Jaune withdrew, and she could feel his thick, sticky cum drip out of her.
Gods... she was barely hanging on to consciousness and she was beyond happy.
"So you're not mad at me anymore?" Sunny suddenly asked.
"Augh... akkul... agglahhhh..." Neptunia moaned, her lips and tongue too disoriented to make words, her mind too much of a lusty slurry to even think them. She just lay there, cum oozing out of her pussy, not even able to remember who she was, much less why she might be mad at Sunny.
Not that Sunny cared. "Great!" she cried, "I just knew you'd understand that i had something much more important to take care of. Speaking of..." she turned to Jaune, "I know Neptunia wasn't enough to satisfy you, so... wanna give me a little taste of your banana?"
And even in her current state, a drooling, messy, thoroughly creampied wreck struggling to comprehend what was going on around her... Neptunia just had to watch.
It was the waiting, always the waiting, that was the worst part. But that made it the best part, one of the many paradoxes of her particular fetish. Right now, Pyrrha was waiting at home, waiting for her husband, who was out and she had no idea where... or with whom.
A glance to the wall clock told her it was nearly two in the morning. He wasn't usually this late, but maybe this girl was special. Someone he'd leave his wife staying up all night for... maybe he'd even spend the night with her, leaving Pyrrha staying up in vain, pathetically staring out the window!
She was a fox Faunus, not a dog, and yet, she couldn't stop her tail from wagging. She was a dirty, loyal bitch, a domesticated dog that loved her owner no matter what he put her through... Ohhh, and he was putting her through a lot tonight! Her fingers traced towards her pussy as it pulsed with dark and slutty need, but she knew it wouldn't do for her dear husband to come home to a wife fingering herself like a shameless whore...
Pyrrha had dressed up for this. She was wearing a red and white polka dot dress with her nice heels and even had her pearls on. She looked so much like the ideal housewife, just like she was the ideal to millions of adoring fans, staying up late, fretting for her husband's return. It was just so... pathetic. Laughable. A dumb bitch who couldn't keep her husband's interest and just had to sit in the living room, endlessly waiting to find out if tonight was the night he- nggggh- f-found someone- someone better than-
She saw movement! Like a dog she raced to the door, eager to see her husband turn the handle and open it. Pyrrha lit up, but Jaune barely even looked at her as he came in and took off his coat. She knew not to ask where he'd been---what sort of wife would have such little faith in her beloved husband?---as he staggered into the house so late at night.
It had taken a while to teach Jaune that she wanted him to treat her with disdain like this. To leave her so... utterly neglected. But now the payoff was... it was magnificent. He merely grunted a word of acknowledgement to her as he headed to the bedroom. She helped her exhausted husband out of his clothes, guided him into their bed---their marital bed---and he went straight to falling asleep, without even a kiss for her.
Pyrrha couldn't get enough of- of her inferiority! It was the biggest turn on she could imagine, to know her husband had been out with another woman, a woman he was (she could pretend) surely thinking of instead of her as he fell asleep. She didn't even get to learn which girl it was; she had to find out herself!
As a Faunus, Pyrrha had a gift for figuring out who had stolen her husband's heart, and as he slept, she moved into bed next to him and gently removed his blanket, revealing his... his body to her, the body of her husband, and, placing her head close to his chest, his muscles rippling like the Adonis he was, she inhaled.
Gods! The stink of sex and sweat, spent cum and juices flooded her nostrils and Pyrrha's mind went into an overdrive of arousal! There was nothing like it, and if she were a dirtier bitch, she'd have licked his chest clean to get all of that dirty, filthy scent, all the proof of his naked infidelity inside of her. But she was the prim and proper wifey, a woman who had to behave with restraint, even as her marriage crumbled before her very eyes, smelling the girls who were stealing him from her, but powerless to do anything. As her mind rolled, she began to sort out the different elements and start trying to name which of their sexy friends had her husband fucked into a coma this night?
There were many familiar scents Pyrrha knew to expect. Jaune was... quite a desirable man, as Pyrrha knew, and he had quite the stable of paramours, each and every one a unique threat to Pyrrha's marriage. And Team RWBY were particularly aggressive vixens, giving Pyrrha ample opportunities to recognize their scent on her husband's body. Weiss's expensive perfume, always intoxicating, the mixture of fruit and flower and spice finely crafted to drive a man---or his cuckquean wife---wild with desire, was always a treat. Or Yang's sweat, the pungent, salty tang a reminder of the sheer vigor with which those two went at it. Yang was the only one who could match Pyrrha for raw, physical enthusiasm in the bedroom, an act that invariably left both parties sweaty, exhausted messes. Blake had a unique scent compared to the other girls, being a fellow Faunus, her musk was a mark that claimed Jaune as her mate, a warning for other women to stay away (gods she loved that sexy kitty). And Ruby smelled of a bouquet of roses---her scent always conjured wild images of romance in Pyrrha's mind, perfectly picturing her husband madly, truly in love with the darling girl, taking her in a swirl of rose petals.
But this scent... wasn't one of the RWBY girls. A shame---Pyrrha had spent the whole night eagerly imagining Ruby's arms and legs wrapped around her heroic knight or Blake's delicious submission to her human Master---but also an exciting little game. Who was Pyrrha comparing herself against now? What true flower of womanhood was shaming and humiliating Jaune's pathetic excuse for a wife tonight?
It wasn't Nora---she didn't even need scent to tell that, the sheer static electricity that'd make the hair on her tail stand on end would tell her if Nora had cummed herself silly on her husband's dick. Nor was it any of the other girls on their regular rotation. A night with Glynda left the scent of fresh ink and white out, which you'd expect as he took her on the Headmistress's own desk, mixed with the spark of spent dust. Velvet's scent was like the dew after a spring rain---and a healthy dose of bunny pheromones, a scent that screamed, "I'm a ripe, fertile female who needs a good dicking." Plus, Velvet was a sweetie who sent Pyrrha photos after Jaune was finished plowing her. Neo was always obvious in her scent's sharp contrast---the sugary scent of ice cream and waffle cones cut with the iron of spilt blood... sometimes Jaune's. Cinder had the acrid hint of smoke to her and, wonderful girl that she was, she always twisted the knife by wearing Eau de Fille Invincible, Pyrrha's own licensed perfume, as she stole Jaune away from her.
But it wasn't any of them. Pyrrha tried to think of the rarer girls, the ones from far away, who only came into Vale for special occasions. May always smelled like the desert, the coarseness of fine-grained sand, baked under the sun, always left lingering on Jaune after he slept with her. Ilia's scent was also earthy, and always mixed with Blake's. Penny's scent was often changing---her body produced no natural scent, so she experimented with various perfumes, but she liked simple, floral smells. Winter's scent was like Weiss's, but more subdued, and a visit from Mrs. Schnee always meant that Pyrrha could smell the liquor on Jaune's breath from body shots.
Maybe... maybe Reese? No, her scent was very distinct, not only because she always gave Jaune a workout like Yang, and the thrillseeker that she was, Pyrrha swore she could smell the adrenaline on her husband after a night with the tomboyish skater. Specialists like Harrier and Elm had a similar scent, mingled with their freshly-pressed uniforms. Just like Ciel---though the prim and proper girl also had a secret obsession with anal that Pyrrha never missed---so it wasn't any of those girls. Gods, though thinking about Jaune with those disciplined Atlesians, turning them into disheveled messes... it was such a turn on!
She took another deep sniff, lower this time, hovering over her husband's boxers and letting the scent fill her nostrils and soak her panties. It was so incredibly familiar that Pyrrha was shocked she couldn't place it! It made her think of... schoolgirl crushes, of being a kit back at Sanctum and discovering that, even as she became the most excellent of fighters, she craved to be made weak, to be humiliated by someone stronger than her.
Was it Arslan? No, it was definitely another Faunus, and a mammal at that. Jaune reeked of naked and shameless arousal---whoever it was, Jaune had given her the best night of her life! Which made Pyrrha ache with delicious jealousy, picturing this woman, with her faint scent of cinnamon, her fur matted with sweat, writhing on her husband's cock as he gave her an orgasm she'd been longing for, for years, it seemed! Pyrrha hadn't even realized she'd pulled her husband's boxers down, but the scent had become so much stronger for it, the scent of this mystery woman and the tang of her dried arousal, that Pyrrha was drooling now.
She wondered if it might be Fiona, the shy little sheep revealing a secretly impure side to her husband, letting him run his fingers through her curly white hair as she choked on his cock, but as she ran her nose along his shaft and inhaled the taste of her inadequacy and perversion, Pyrrha knew it wasn't Fiona. She always had such a... a fresh and downy scent like laundry from the dryer. No, it wasn't her, and Pyrrha was finding herself so- so turned on by her lamentation that Jaune's infidelities so eclipsed her!
What- what girls were left? Jaune had never had sex with Neon (to her knowledge---the thought of a secret relationship hidden behind even their little games made Pyrrha squirm ) and Kali had jokingly offered once, but retracted it when Pyrrha had risen to it. She had too firm a commitment to her husband to fool around. Coco wasn't interested in men, but Iilia had said the same until Jaune had tamed her in a threesome with Blake. But Coco's scent was always distinct, with her artfully chosen perfumes. Maybe... maybe Yang's mother? She had an odd scent whenever she turned from human to bird and back---but no, this was definitely a mammal, and more so, it was someone Pyrrha definitely knew!
Oh, the frustration was so... incredible... Jaune was cheating on her, behind her back, and Pyrrha didn't even know who it was!
She couldn't control herself any longer. Jaune had so utterly unmade her, had broken her down to her pathetic little cuckquean slut self and she couldn't keep up the facade of the dutiful housewife any more! She buried her face in her husband's pubes, still matted with the other woman's juices and just inhaled. What a dirty bitch she was, her fingers plunging into her soaked pussy as she took in her husband's cock-musk, made filthy by another woman! A g-good wife would clean up the mess, she thought with a mad giggle, her lips wrapping around his tool, tasting the mystery woman he'd claimed as she sucked his cock with mad devotion.
Jaune groaned. Pyrrha knew- knew even if Jaune told her it wasn't true! But she knew that she was a weak and untalented girl who could never satisfy him! She belonged- oh- s-she d-didn't even deserve to share a bed with him! She should sleep on the floor, like a dog, because that's all a dirty bitch like her brought to her marriage! That was- that was why he went to other women! Because she wasn't- she wasn't-
SHE WASN'T ENOUGH!
Her pussy clenched around her fingers as she exploded into her first climax, but Jaune's cock was barely even actually hard as it plunged down her throat! She bobbed with wild intensity, she needed to make his dirty cock clean like a good housewife-slut, so that maybe he'd find her useful enough to not throw out on the-
Jaune erupted in her mouth out of nowhere, shooting thick ropes of cum right down her throat and into her belly. Pyrrha moaned in pleasure, her thighs quivering from how much she loved being used like that... but with a few reservations. Slowly pulling off his dick with a messy pop, Pyrrha looked up to see that Jaune was awake, with a sheepish smile on his face.
"Sorry," he groaned, "I tried to, ohhhhhh, hold back, but you're so fucking good at this, Pyr..."
Well, okay, maybe she'd been a little lost in her fantasy in the moment, and that, in getting off on her "sexual inadequacy," she'd instead delivered a passionate blowjob that Jaune was actually powerless to resist, but she'd let it slide. Taking a moment to make sure she'd swallowed all of his cum, she curled up next to him in bed and let them both drift off to a very satisfied sleep.
She awoke the next morning to another familiar scent: breakfast. Bacon sizzling in the pan, the smell of eggs and hashbrowns, and, of course, the warm, earthy, and slightly acidic scent of fresh brewed coffee. And the sounds of a dutiful, loving husband, puttering around and putting breakfast in bed together for... for his wife.
He did this after every one of his dalliances---he was a sweet boy at heart, and though he'd come around to his wife's kinks, he always felt the need to do something to "even the score" and show Pyrrha that she was always the first in his heart. The women he came home to after the flings.
Not that she'd ever turn down breakfast in bed, but it did cut into the fantasy a little.
Still, Pyrrha loved her husband, and this was one of those little compromises that made their marriage work. She insisted that he cheat on her and fulfil her sexual fantasies, he insisted that she let him pamper her and treat her like a princess afterwards. They made it work. But what she wouldn't give to see Jaune serving breakfast in bed to another woman...
In a moment, he came to the bedroom, breakfast tray in hand. He'd done the works---the eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns she'd smelled earlier, a flaky, buttery croissant, a bowl of fruit, and a glass of orange juice, along with a vase of fresh-cut flowers from the garden. He spoiled her, spoiled her absolutely rotten, and Pyrrha never knew what she could ever do for him to try to balance things between them.
"Morning, darling," he said as he set the tray on the bed. Pyrrha cheerfully set to eating breakfast with her infinitely perfect husband. "You were in..." he chuckled, "Quite a state last night."
She grinned. "Can you blame me? You got me all riled up, coming home so late and leaving me totally in the dark with whoever was the lucky lady..."
"Yeah," he laughed, "you definitely would have said something if you noticed it."
Gaaah! How did he always do this to her? As she swallowed a mouthful of food, she struggled to keep her legs from trembling with how turned on she was! And worse... she was just dying to know!
Resolve broke almost immediately. "Please honey, don't make me beg!" she said, as though she wasn't already. As though she wouldn't gleefully debase herself even further just to know the name of the woman who'd humiliated her!
"Pyrrha," he cracked a sly grin, "Do you remember, a few months ago, when we shared that bottle of Malbec and you had a little too much to drink?"
She... vaguely recalled that. They'd had a fire going in the fireplace and opened a bottle while they watched the snow fall... and she had had... maybe more than a little much, especially when they opened the second bottle...
"Well, you told me about something you said you were always too afraid to ever tell me sober, and-"
She gasped, realization blooming the place of memory. "You can't mean-"
A familiar scent. A Faunus scent. A scent that made her think of childhood, that hint of cinnamon...
Jaune held up his scroll triumphantly to show Pyrrha a picture of a very familiar redhead, taking Jaune's cock all the way down her throat, just like Pyrrha had done last night, her eyes crossed and delirious with lust as she struggled to take his girth. Two red fox ears poked up from her hair, the exact same shade as her daughter's.
Pyrrha couldn't control herself. She wasn't prepared. Making the most undignified moan, Pyrrha simply collapsed into a puddle of lust as she pictured her own mother t-taking her son-in-law, showing Jaune- showing him why he had such a whore wife! Why she was so filthy and p-pathetic, it was in her genes! She seized the scroll from Jaune's hands and began to swipe through the photos, seeing Jaune's photos of her mother t-taking it from him- her mouth, her tits, her pussy, her ass-
But Mama- Mama was sexier than she was and she knew it! Mama was a curvy MILF who knew how to please a man! Not like her useless daughter who was only good at being cheated on---who was getting off on the sight of her own mother's naked body! What a filthy, degenerate girl she was, no wonder Jaune had to seek out other women to satisfy himself with! She could picture it, picture it perfectly, her mother's full figure, wrapping her big tits around Jaune's cock, telling him he didn't have to settle for a filthy pervert like-
"Pyrrha! Pyrrha!"
The room swam back into focus as her eyes sluggishly rolled to her husband's alarmed face.
"Wha-whuzza, sumfin wrong?"
"You, uh..." he blushed, nervously, "You kind of... had a meltdown with that. Wasn't sure you were, uh, okay, at first?"
Pyrrha giggled, leaning back into her pillows. "You're 'mazing," she murmured, enjoying the incredible depravity and love she was wrapped up in at the moment. Looking to her husband, her loving, devoted husband, a faint pink blush on her face, Pyrrha had to wonder how she could ever have gotten so lucky.
"Oh my gods, that was pathetic!" Octavia laughed as the rest of NDGO crossed the quad at Beacon.
Nebula sniggered. "I know, right? She looked like she was going to cry!"
"If she's going to be a Huntress, she's got to learn how to fight," Gwen said, shaking her head, "but you know these Valeans... they're weak. Pushovers used to their pretty gardens and easy lives."
"Heh, yeah," Dew nervously agreed. She... she hadn't actually been in agreement with her team on this, but she didn't want to risk them knowing that. Better that rabbit Faunus than her as the target of her friends' ire, and, she supposed, Gwen did have a point---she was a Huntress. She should have been able to take her camera back from them, right?
Ugggggh, she always felt so shitty after the group decided to pick on a girl, but what could she do? If she stood up to Nebula, they'd start picking on her. She felt so bad for May back at Shade, but it was better to be on the top than the bottom. That was the Vacuan way: nobody was going to help you, so you had to toughen up.
But it felt so much worse here at the Vytal Tournament.
Mainly because, at Shade, there was a pecking order and so long as nobody, particularly May, strayed from those lines, things were pretty quiet. But here...
"Gods, I don't get how we haven't just rolled over Vale by now," Nebula complained, "Every other Kingdom's a full continent, why do we have to share it with these softies? Hard times make strong warriors, and it's high time we showed these decadent weaklings what strength is."
The girls, including Dew, were quick to agree with their leader and add their own insults to the soft Kingdoms of Vale and Mistral. This was a daily occurrence now, the sight of a Huntsman who wasn't in an Atlesian military uniform or in Vacuan garb was an opportunity to restate how their Kingdom was the only one (with some respect to Atlas, another "hard" Kingdom made strong by the tundra) that really understood how the world was. How there was only strength forged in hardship, and anything else was just the whining of cowards who wouldn't last a minute in a real challenge.
Of course, they were all aware it had been over a decade since a Vacuan had won the Vytal tournament. A fact not to be brought up.
But it achieved the most important thing of all: it directed her friends' attention away from her, and so, as Dew chimed in that she'd heard that Valean men all had tiny dicks, and she heard the laughter of her friends, she felt that warm sense of belonging that had carried her through all her previous moral crises. She was a popular girl, and if she had to make some sacrifices and feel a little squeamish to get there, it was all okay in the end.
"HEY!"
Dew whirled at the voice... then cursed herself for being so out of step as her friends slowly and deliberately turned to face the pair of Beacon students who had gotten their attention.
The voice had belonged to Jaune Arc, a man who might as well be "Mr. Vale" for how much he fulfilled the stereotypes. He literally grew up on a Valean winery, the kind of froofy, effete alcohol Valeans drank, and he was basically a total bumbler. A nice guy, but weak. Easy prey for even Dew, which was a great opportunity for her to secure her own social position.
With him was his little Valean girlfriend, Ruby. She was... a little scarier. Her weapon was a scythe the size of her own body and she was Patch Valean---had a bit of that uncivilized roughness to her that made Dew a little apprehensive. But while she was a savage fighter, she was too excitable and immature to hold her own in the kind of social pressure NDGO excelled at, so Dew was confident her team could handle this.
"Is there a problem?" she asked, knowing her sarcastic tone would help make up for her mistake in being too quick to turn around.
Jaune scowled, which only made him seem more pathetic. "What do you think you were doing, picking on Velvet like that?"
"What do we think we were doing?" Octavia answered, wholly affronted, "Uh, if she wanted her camera back, she was a Huntress, she should have been able to-"
"What, you were trying to bait her into fighting you?" Ruby snapped... which also only served to make her seem more childish. Dew didn't like that she was thinking this, but she definitely got the impression this would be an easy win for them, bullying these two naive do-goders. "You know that a Faunus being violent with a human is seen-"
"Oh, boo-hoo," Nebula shot back, rolling her eyes, "Please, the Faunus are always whining about how unfair everything is, when they really just want a hand out. But I should have known..." her lips curled upwards in a wicked grin, "that a pair of Valeans would fall for a sob story like that..."
Jaune's eyes narrowed. Dew... suddenly got the sense that he might have misjudged things as he asked, "What's that supposed to mean?"
Gwen jumped to respond. "Isn't it obvious?" she asked, "A Valean cuck like your man, living an easy life-"
"Don't call me that."
Everyone froze. Dew always thought of Jaune as a nice, friendly, goofy guy. Someone she felt, if she'd gone to Beacon somehow instead of Shade, could be her friend. A friend who didn't expect her to do things she didn't want to do to stay friends, he made her... feel weird a lot. But never like this, hearing the edge in his voice made even Nebula's eyes flash a little wider.
But, of course, she regained her self-control quickly, and now that Jaune had talked back to them, he was due for a particularly vicious retaliation. Her eyes narrowed, locking on Jaune's, and Dew realized that they were in for something, now.
"We can call you whatever we want," she hissed, "and I'm not going to hear one of my girls get talked down by some Valean limp dick who can't even-"
"Ha!"
Eyes swiveled to Ruby, who Dew had briefly forgotten was even there as Jaune and Nebula had their showdown. She had a supremely confident, smug look on her face, and now Dew was really starting to get the feeling that this wasn't going to end well.
Ruby just smiled at them, the sort of cheshire grin that suggested she knew something they didn't. "You couldn't handle Jaune's dick, trust me. It is anything but limp."
Gwen rolled her eyes. "Like you would know anything-"
"You know Pyrrha Nikos, the Invincible Girl?" Ruby asked.
Jaune suddenly cut in, his voice laden with concern, "Hey, Pyrrha doesn't need everyone to know-"
But Ruby just kept on talking. "She's in the infirmary because she tried to match up with a Valean man, and she couldn't even get him off before she was a puddle!"
"Pyrrha gave a really good effort and I really enjoyed the whole-" Jaune muttered in vain, attempting to defend his partner. Not that it stopped Ruby.
"So if you Vacuan hussies think you've got a chance here, well, you've got something else coming! All four of you wouldn't last a minute against a real Valean stud!"
Oh hell. Dew knew that now that they'd been challenged, they couldn't back down. Even if it was some weird sex thing between these two, Nebula would not tolerate the implication that Jaune was somehow better than them, especially when it came to sex. Leaning forward, she loomed over Ruby, her eyes flashing with cruelty.
"Alright," she said, "I'll let your little boyfriend show us what he's got... but let me warn you of something, you little dweeb. We're real women, and in the event your boyfriend doesn't have a shrimp dick that impresses some dumb virgins, we might just decide to keep him for ourselves."
"You couldn't handle him," Ruby replied, and Dew really wasn't getting the feeling she was lying. Still, she couldn't be silent on this, Nebula would notice if she wasn't backing her up.
"Don't cry too hard while we're stealing him," she taunted the Valean team leader as her own teammates cruelly laughed in assent, "because I want to enjoy this."
She felt awful. She really did. But Ruby just... smiled at her. A cocky, challenging smile that made Dew really think... they really had no idea what they were getting into.
Following Ruby and Jaune back to the former's dorm room, Dew's sense that they were making a mistake was only getting worse. Not just because Ruby seemed... weirdly confident about this, and she did know that Pyrrha had been accepted to the infirmary for "overexertion," but because... if Ruby was wrong, if she was just a sweet girl madly in love with her first boyfriend and overestimating his ability, this was going to be really mean. Like, really mean.
Not that she could tell that to anyone, of course, but she felt she had to find a way for them to back out without losing face. Whispering to Nebula, she asked, "Hey, doesn't this just... feel like it's their weird sex game? Like, maybe they get off on-"
"Uh-uh," Nebula shook her head, "If he gets off on hot girls mocking his little dick, or if she gets off on getting bullied by girls hotter than her, I don't care. If it looks like that's what's happening, I am stepping it up. They think they can use me for jerkoff material, I'll make their lives such a living hell the only way out is with a rope."
That... that was dark. But it was also very Nebula, and Dew very much felt that Nebula had what it took to make good on her threat. Another reminder that... that maybe Dew was way in over her head here.
Entering the RWBY dorm, Dew got another sense of how they were in over their head. Instead of four beds, like NDGO had in their guest room, there were only two, double-sized beds. A Valean flag hung proudly over them both, and though Dew knew she was supposed to agree with whatever snide comment Gwen had just made, she wasn't really listening. Because if Jaune and Ruby were dating each other, the fact that there were only two beds...
But before she could think about that, Dew heard Octavia shut the door behind them. And as soon as they heard the click, Ruby turned to Jaune with a confident smile and nod, the sign for...
Oh...
That was... that was a big dick.
She- she'd thought that... the rumors were that men in Vale were... Dew had never seen something that big that was supposed to go inside a woman. She'd been so gobsmacked by the sight of it, she hardly even realized that Nebula had stepped forward, scoffing, until after she'd been roughly shoved aside by her team leader.
"Maidens, Dew," Gwen hissed at her, "It's just a dick, get it together, gods."
She cringed in shame, knowing this would be used as a reason to demean her later. But that all... all came down to how Nebula handled that... that thing.
Confidently disrobing, she grabbed Jaune roughly and shoved him down on the bed. "Trust me," she hissed at him, venomously, "I know you think you're getting lucky here, but you had better believe that I am going to make you pay me back for seeing me naked."
Casual nudity was much less of a taboo in Vacuan culture than it was in other Kingdoms, but Dew knew that Nebula was not a woman who would turn down the opportunity for advantage. She'd wring every chance for recompense and degradation out of Jaune before she was through with him. An ugly thing Dew had seen more than once. But as Nebula straddled the Valean and placed her pussy over his cock, Dew saw something she hadn't seen before.
Nebula's confidence wasn't absolute.
Not that she'd show it. "Ha, I bet- bet you think that because you've got a third leg, you can just, nnnnngh," Nebula was clearly having a lot of apprehension as the tip of Jaune's dick met her pussy. "Y-you m-might impress your little Valean girlfriend, but in Vacuo, dicks like this are a dime a dozAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
She squealed as Jaune gripped her by the hips and pulled down, his dick impaling Nebula's pussy and making her shriek as he pulled her down, inch by incredible inch as Nebula's cries grew louder and shriller, until she hit the base, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she took all of Jaune's shaft into her, no longer able to present anything, much less her haughty personality.
Instant loss. That was the only term for it. Jaune's dick only had to fully penetrate Nebula and she started gushing. The shocked team struggled to comprehend how easily their leader had been bested. Nebula wasn't comprehending anything.
"Okay, that's one down!" Ruby cheered, "Ha, that must be a record, Jaune, even Penny wasn't-"
"Hey, there's no shame in being a hair trigger," Jaune chided his girlfriend as he gently eased Nebula off his shaft, laying her out on the bed. "And Penny was very new to sex, so she-"
"D-don't think that means anything!"
Dew was startled to hear it, turning to see Octavia standing defiantly. "Yeah, so you beat Nebula, big deal. Who gives a shit? You wanna prove something, prove it to me, you barbarian."
She... did have a point. Nebula always... was a bit all-talk. And Octavia was also someone who'd been looking for a chance to undermine their leader and become their new Queen Bee, so this lined up well for her.
"And you can choose the position," Octavia boasted, arms crossed over her chest, "cause I don't have to-"
"Doggystyle!" Ruby cheered, "Oooh, Jaune, do her doggystyle!"
Octavia blushed... but only for a moment before she disrobed, confidently moving to the bed. She gave Nebula a snide harrumph of contempt, the long-simmering resentments towards their boorish and overbearing leader now out in the open, before taking her place on the bed on all fours. Raising her ass up, she gave Dew and Gwen a cocky look, knowing that, once she'd exceeded Nebula, she'd be their new leader, and that they'd better get used to kissing her ass.
Except, of course, that cockiness was quickly replaced as Jaune's cock slammed into her. To Octavia's credit, she didn't break as soon Jaune bottomed out in her, but as he began to pump back and forth, giving her a quick SLAP on the ass, all Octavia could do was wail out a string of profanities as she reeled from Jaune's cock, her face, twisted in pleasure and dismay, on full display to her team.
"Elle est très serrée. Toujours pas aussi bon que Pyrrha," Jaune chuckled to his girlfriend in Old Valean.
Ruby tittered back. "Your accent is so provincial, sweetie!" Then her grin became cruel and predatory. "Fais-la mendier... puis brise-la. "
"You Patch stereotype, you," Jaune fondly replied, heedless to the sound of Octavia losing her mind on his cock. "You heard my girlfriend... if you want to keep your mind intact, start begging you arrogant Vacuan salope!"
"Guh-GAWDS!" Octavia squealed as Jaune spanked her ass, "Puh-please, please, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm SAW-RYYYYYYY! I'll never be bad again, just please, please don't break me!"
"And you'll apologize to Velvet?"
"I will! I WI-HI-HI-ILLLLLLLLL!" Octavia replied, sobbing as Jaune remorselessly plowed her.
Jaune turned to his girlfriend. "Well, does she seem sorry enough for you?"
But Ruby shook her head and simply told Jaune, "Briser sa."
Dew knew enough Old Valean to translate, but even without that, she could easily tell that Ruby wasn't satisfied with Octavia's begging. And... why should she? An arrogant... an arrogant slut like Octavia needed to be tamed. Properly broken in to keep her from becoming a new Nebula, to keep her from hurting anyone! That was the truth, the simple truth, the four of them deserved to be cock-broken sluts for their- for their-
For their Valean superiors!
Sighing in relief, Dew felt the tranquility of acceptance wash over her. She- she didn't have to fear this or fight this. She just had to give in, give in to her Master and- no, give in to her Maître and Maîtresse! They'd take care of her, just like they were taking care of Octavia, openly drooling as she came over and over again. She was already broken, but Maître kept going, because Octavia had been bad. They had been bad girls and needed to learn their place!
As Maître withdrew from Octavia's thoroughly-bested cunt, Maîtresse looked at the remaining members of NDGO with a grin and asked, "Okay, who's next?"
"Th-this is insane!" Gwen shrieked, "I'm- I'm not part of this, you- you freaks! I'm-"
Dew, however, threw her arms around her teammate and pulled her back from the door.
"Dew- Dew, what are you- what are you doing?" Gwen wailed as she struggled in vain against Dew's viselike grip.
Dew giggled, feeling more free now than she ever had before as she said in a sing-song voice, "We were baaaaaaaaad, such bad, bad girls." She easily moved her struggling teammate to the bed, pulling her clothes off with Maîtresse's help, then grabbed Gwen by her thighs and pried her legs apart, presenting her naughty Vacuan pussy to their Valean conquerors. "Please, please teach us bad girls how to serve our... Supérieurs Valean," Dew asked the pair, feeling her heart flutter to admit Vale's superiority, and in their beautiful language, too!
"No!" Gwen cried, "St-stop it! I don't wanna be broken, I- I- I- OH GODS!"
Maître penetrated her, thrusting his mighty sword into the foreign harlot, repaying her for all her vile deeds. Dew rejoiced as she saw Gwen immediately succumb to their superiors, knowing that she'd be rewarded for her allegiance, but more so, knowing that Gwen was being rewarded, too. It was far too much to imagine that some pathetic Vacuan desert whores deserved a proper Valean dicking, but their new station meant that they were blessed with the gift of hard, thick, 100% Valean cock!
And to think, Gwen tried to run away from this!
She barely lasted longer than Nebula had, the weak little slut's brain dribbling out of her pussy as Maître joked with Maîtresse in Old Valean, with sweet, loving words of affection for each other and how much they enjoyed breaking such haughty girls on Maître's thick staff. And... and she thought she heard them say some lovely, sweet words about her, too!
As Gwen finally gave their Maître no more satisfaction, reduced to a spasming puddle of orgasms, Dew gleefully helped move her teammate out of the way. She knew to be careful with Maître's property and not just dump Gwen's still-twitching body on the floor, but she was so eager for her chance to be broken in that it was so hard to be gentle.
Maîtresse grinned. "I really like this one," she said, making Dew's heart flip-flop in her chest, "Pyrrha's gonna have some competition, I think."
"Well, if there's one thing Pyrrha loves, it's competition," Maître smiled.
"Et cette belle bite," Maîtresse giggled.
Dew prepared to spread her legs for her beloved Valeans, but before she could do that... she realized there was more she could offer. Crawling forward, she bowed low to extend her tongue and lick the juices of her fallen comrades off her Maître's sword. It should be properly cleaned, she reasoned, after felling so many foes. It wouldn't do to leave it stained by unworthy Vacuan pussies, and hearing Maître's words of praise as he slipped his fingers into her hair was a greater pleasure than a slut like her deserved.
Ah, but there was an even greater pleasure awaiting her. As she leaned back and showed her desert rose to her Maître, Dew smiled as wide as she could, her fingers spreading her pussylips wide as she awaited being put to the sword by her heroic conquerors.
"Are you going to be our good little jouet de Vacuo for us?" Maîtresse asked.
Smiling wide, her eyes shining with happiness at the prospect of a thick Valean dick conquering her pussy, all Dew could say was, "Oui."
With a groan, Nebula finally came to, unable to remember... anything. Just that her eyes were bleary, her throat felt sore, hell, her everything felt sore, particularly between-
Oh shit, it was all coming back now! Her eyes went wide as she remembered the- the challenge, the following Arc and Rose back to her room, th-the...
Holy... holy shit, Jaune Arc, Jaune Arc had... had ruined her. She only remembered him sticking it in, how utterly... snug he was inside her as he just... opened her up, and then... and then every single nerve firing at once as Nebula had been so overloaded with pleasure, her brain wasn't able to process it anymore! She had blacked out from it all, and now she was... was staring up at the ceiling and trying to figure out what was going on all around her.
Groggily, she tried to sit up, only to realize... that was Gwen sprawled out over her, equally naked, equally...
Oh gods.
He'd done it. He'd really done it. That- that fucking beta male had... had fucked all four of them senseless. With a whimper, Nebula tried to sit up, realizing she was in a pile with the rest of her team, all of them completely naked in some complete freak's bedroom, and she needed to get the hell out of here. To hell with her team, she needed to get out of here, pronto!
"Hey, sis, one of your new pets is up!"
Nebula froze, turning to look to the source of the voice. Another Valean, Yang Xiao Long, leaning back in a chair, her legs spread and- and a leash in her hand, leading down to a collar around a Faunus girl's neck. A Faunus girl who was currently dutifully bobbing between Yang's legs, a terrifying display of power.
"Ah, don't mind Blakey. She likes the collar play, and I'm sure Jaune and my sis aren't going to be that rough with you. Honestly," she laughed, "we ought to start warning people from the other Kingdoms about what Valean lovers can do in the bedroom. Way less injuries that way, though, ha, Pyrrha knew full well what she was getting into and I get the feeling once she's out of the infirmary, she's gonna throw herself right back at Jaune... that girl has a thirst, I'm telling you... ooh, yes, yes, Blakey, mon bon petit chatte, that is exactly where I need you, oh, oh, yes- yes!"
Nebula's vision swam, between the horrorshow beside her and the door opening and... and Ruby was there, that smug, superior grin on her face, a testimony to how she dared to look down upon Nebula Violette! Oh, Nebula knew she cheated. Somehow, she cheated, she... she drugged them! Or something, they couldn't possibly be better than her! That- that wasn't... wasn't possible...
But Nebula was so weak, all she could do was whimper as Ruby sat down on the bed beside her and flashed Nebula a leering smile, one that Nebula recognized all too well as one reveling in a defeated opponent's humiliation.
"I just got off my scroll with a tattoo parlor in Vale---they were happy to take an order for four Valean flag tramp stamps for a couple Vacuan bitches," she said, as Nebula couldn't hold back a whimper. "Oh, and don't worry about paying---my boyfriend has generously agreed to instruct one of our putes d'argent Atlesian to open her wallet for this. Really, it'll be nice to round out our stable a little---we hardly have any Vacuan sluts to wait on us. And though Jaune's always telling me that he doesn't want to hurry things, well..." her smile grew wider as Nebula's stomach turned, "You four are gonna have the cutest babies, I just know it!"
They- they were going to breed them? Nebula shuddered to hear it, but, somehow, something worse now came to her attention.
Because the door opened again, and entering the room was Coco Adel.
Team leader of the girl they bullied, the mistake that led to this nightmare. And she gave Nebula a look that suggested that Jaune had gone easy on the four of them.
" Salute salopes ," Adel said, cracking her knuckles, "Ruby tells me that Jaune taught you two a lesson about what Valean men can do in the bedroom, and now it's my turn to teach you what our women can do. Oh, and I do need to teach you a particular lesson about what happens to people who bully mon doux petit lapin précieux!"
Nebula whimpered in fear, trying to shrink back, only to feel a hand on her shoulder keeping her in place. Looking to the source, she saw Dew was holding her in place, far more forceful than Nebula had ever seen her dweeby hanger-on before, and grinning like a loon.
"This is good for us," her clearly-deranged teammate lectured, "Bad Vacuan bitches have to learn to be good little cumsluts for their Valean betters! Mistress Coco is helping! Nous devrions être reconnaissants envers nos Maîtresses et nos Maîtres!"
Well, this was a right mess.
When Velvet, Coco's familiar, had told her there was an urgent situation, an urgent situation involving Pyrrha, Coco knew that this was going to be something huge. Something... cataclysmic. And so she'd hauled ass right to where Nora's distress call had originated.
Not that she'd ever admit it, but as far as witches went... Pyrrha was a cut above everyone around her. Coco was no pushover, but even she had to admit that Pyrrha was something special. Everyone did, it was plain on her face that she had talent, drive, and skill that made everyone else look so much lesser in comparison. Not to mention, she had a fucking amazing body that-
Now was not the time. Especially... considering the circumstances.
Discovering that Pyrrha could make mistakes wasn't a surprise---every witch learned from a young age about the dangers of magic and hubris. But discovering that Pyrrha had accidentally enchanted her crush into falling in love with her, only for her enchantment to grow wildly out of control and ensnare the both of them... well, that had been unexpected, to say the least.
Glancing around the room, she saw Pyrrha, still looking, even in her state, bound in a magical stasis and clearly a total mess from her nonstop sex session, like a radiant goddess, and also the young man she'd ensorcelled. Poor bastard, but... well, Coco figured he couldn't complain too much, considering what he'd been able to do to Pyrrha.
A glance to Weiss, the other witch summoned by Pyrrha's familiar, showed that not everyone shared her feelings on this. It was no secret that Weiss carried a torch for Pyrrha, a polite way of saying "totally infatuated with" and the one-two punch of seeing her idol so humiliated, plus seeing that some utterly ordinary man with no magical presence whatsoever beat her to the punch? Oh yeah, Weiss was steamed.
But they had work to do. Velvet, Blake, and Nora made a curious menagerie together, a brown rabbit, a black cat, and a goat, but they were handling the magical situation at the moment. For the precise work, though, Coco and Weiss would have to handle it.
Or... they could call in some help. Mistress Goodwitch, for instance, who could fix all this and ensure that Pyrrha was appropriately disciplined for her reckless abuse of magic. It would be the... sensible thing to do, but knowing what Pyrrha would be facing, probably even a tribunal... No, Coco knew they couldn't. They were independent witches, and they weren't going to give the Covens a victory. They'd figure this out---and clean up their own messes---themselves.
"Okay girls," Coco said with a clap of her hands, "What're we looking at here?"
Nora looked up at them. "With Blake and Velve's help, I've been able to put the both of them in stasis, but it- it won't last very long."
"How much magic is in them?" an incredulous Weiss asked, raising her hands to check the ambient levels. "I can't... well," she chuckled, nervously, "I mean, Pyrrha's... Pyrrha."
Coco nodded, looking at the various traces of enchantment in the both of them... and throughout the room. "This is... extensive. And diverse. So many different enchantments, potions, rituals... if there's a way to make a boy fall for you, Pyrrha used it... and invented some of her own, I think."
"Disenchanting's going to be a challenge," Weiss mused, but Coco wasn't sure if she agreed with the premise.
"Disenchanting's going to be impossible," she said, "Look, there's just... too much intertwined magic between the two of them, and between Pyrrha's skill and her power, I don't think we can disentangle the spells." Coco shook her head. "No. There's only one way to fix this," she murmured, "and that's to drain the magic from her."
Weiss raised an eyebrow. "And... how do you propose we do that?"
"Same way the magic got into her."
As expected, Weiss did not take the suggestion well. Her eyes shot wide as she exclaimed, "You- you can't be serious!"
"Oh, hush," Coco said, playfully, "Are you really going to suggest that you don't want to have your way with the-"
A red faced Weiss shoved her back. "She- she's under the effect of a-"
"Under the effect of an enchantment that there's only one way to undo," Coco finished, "Just think of it like a tantric ritual to help our friend out if that makes it easier for you. Either way, it's our best shot."
Weiss was still very red, but it wasn't like she had any better ideas. Pyrrha going all out was... was as impressive as it was unethical---this boy must have been something hella special for her to go this far---and it was quite a bit beyond Coco's ability to disentangle this skein. Finally conceding to this, Weiss gave a curt nod as she began weaving an enchantment to move Pyrrha to the bedroom.
Turning to the familiars, Coco said, "And you three... keep the guy, whats-his-name, uh, Jaune, under stasis---don't want him breaking loose any time soon, especially if his enchantments might interact with Pyrrha's."
Velvet nodded, and the familiars went to work as Coco followed behind Weiss to get to the bedroom, warding the doors, the bed, everything she could to keep this contained. Not that she'd ever admit it to her, but even in the state Pyrrha was in... Coco really didn't want to see it go to a head-to-head duel. But... she reminded herself that, between the exhaustion, the wards, the enchantments, the fact that there were two of them... they had this well in hand.
Weiss lowered the stasis, and Pyrrha's eyes fluttered open. Showtime.
"Jaune?" she asked sleepily, "Mmmm, I'm horny, Jaune..."
But Coco figured she had a way around this. "Jaune wanted to see some girl-on-girl, sweetie, if you're up for it."
"Oh, goody!" she giggled, spreading her legs wide. Too easy.
Weiss went first. Coco was the senior witch, and that meant she was the better positioned to keep the protective wards up around Weiss, making sure that she didn't end up like Pyrrha did.
Plus, giving Weiss the chance to bury her face in her idol's muff and just go wild? Coco couldn't deny her that opportunity. As much as Weiss was trying to seem professional, even reluctant, the way her eyes just locked on Pyrrha's pussy---she even had a perfect pussy, was there anything Pyrrha wasn't good at?---and were just magnetically drawn down to worship it.
A funny thing to bring up later, but it was surprisingly challenging work. There was a lot of magical energy within Pyrrha and it was all highly corrupting, but Coco was quick to winnow the energies out from Pyrrha's lusty moans and keep Weiss safe. Strange to approach the sight of two total babes going to town on each other in such a clinical fashion, but Coco wasn't just a degenerate---she was a witch of considerable experience, and this was serious business. Warding against Pyrrha's leftover magic was a real test... though she couldn't deny, seeing cute little Weiss bob on Pyrrha's pussy was something she'd keep in mind for later tonight.
Though, she did note that Weiss seemed to know her way around a pussy... quite scandalous, in Coco's mind. Where had Miss Prim and Proper learned such a skill? Pyrrha certainly couldn't be called sexually inexperienced anymore and the way she just thrashed under Weissy's prissy little tongue made Coco wonder a few things. And a few questions she'd be sure to ask once this was over---but not right now, Weiss was just on the cusp of getting their little brainwashed sexpot off, and her orgasm sent a cascade of magic that Coco had to divert, lest Weiss get dragged down into the same enchantment. That thought sent a shudder down Coco's spine and reminded her to focus up: the two of them could easily fall under the same sway until they were just a pair of sex-mad sluts.
Weiss swapped out, trying to hide her enjoyment from eating out Pyrrha. Coco, however, felt no such compunction for modesty.
"Hey babe," she said to Pyrrha with a grin, "You ready for a good time?"
Pyrrha giggled in glee. "Mmmm, Jaune just leaves me all scrambled up when he fucks me!"
Well, from what she'd seen so far, this Jaune must have been something real special in the bedroom. Coco would give him his kudos later, though, because right now, she had to give Pyrrha a taste of how Coco Adel ruled the bedroom. Starting slow, she leaned in to tickle Pyrrha's happy little button, and, once she'd primed her, dove in with gusto!
Oh wow, she could practically taste the magic in Pyrrha's pussy. Though, it was enchanting in its own right, to be pleasuring the redheaded amazon. Coco had... entertained herself with thoughts of this before, perhaps even with an ensorcelled Pyrrha begging her to teach her all the ways of pleasure...
Coco grinned with the thought, continuing her lusty work. The time to be clinical was when she was on warding duty. Right now, she was going to enjoy herself!
Probing her folds, finding the parts that made Pyrrha hiss or moan with pleasure, giving attention to her clit... this was all second nature to Coco. Spellcraft was but one form of magic Coco was fluent in, and her cunnilingual skills certainly put her runework to shame. And Pyrrha was exactly the kind of girl Coco wanted to be eating out---not only beautiful and delicious, but eager to show her appreciation, showering Coco in her cries of pleasure and babbling compliments to her tongue.
Her powerful thighs began to press on Coco's cheeks, her cries growing louder, and Coco could begin to feel the heat of the inner enchantments, only barely held back by Weiss's precise spellwork, all signs that a climax was soon coming. As Coco plunged her tongue in deeper into Pyrrha's slit, she was determined to show up her junior and demonstrate her talents by making Pyrrha cum so hard, she'd purge the entirety of this spell all over her!
With a shriek, Pyrrha came, squirting Coco's face with her juices and sending a burst of erotically charged magic into the room, narrowly deflected by Weiss's magic. Coco was briefly stunned with how much Pyrrha had came... in terms of the magic as well as her volume. The room had a heady, heavy feeling to it when there was so much enchantment clouding the air. But it was over. It had been a task, but the two of them had pulled off the ritual without much difficulty, and they'd had fun doing it. Plus, it'd be a story to tease Miss Perfect with later. Pulling back, satisfied from her efforts, Coco prepared to-
Wait a moment, Pyrrha was still- Come on, now, how much magic was in her?
Looking to Weiss, the two of them silently conveyed their disbelief... as well as acknowledged what had to be done.
They traded off again, Weiss dutifully licking away at Pyrrha's pussy, the redheaded prodigy squealing in pleasure as Weiss fervently brought her back up to another climax. Pyrrha didn't even seem to be slowed down, and judging from the enchantment... they'd barely taken a dip out of her libido!
They would have to switch again, something Coco hadn't really expected, and she had to admit---as good as they'd been at warding the magic, their spellwork wasn't foolproof. Small doses, it wasn't a problem, just making the two of them a little friskier than normal, but Coco was really feeling eager to put her lips to Pyrrha's clit, and she had to admit: it made her uneasy. An uneasiness that was worryingly slipping away as she heard Pyrrha giggle and squeal from Weiss's tongue-lashing. This wasn't-
The room.
They hadn't been banishing the aphrodisiac magic, they'd been diverting it. Into the room they were in. It shouldn't- shouldn't have been enough, but...
Shit, how much- how much had Pyrrha dosed the poor boy? And more so---how much self-discipline did this guy have to have kept from just slamming Pyrrha into the wall and fucking her at half of this dose? They'd evened out the magic between each other through their nonstop fucking, and Coco and Weiss had both been draining the effects from Pyrrha, and yet, she still had enough magic within her that Coco could still taste it on her tongue! To imagine just how much enchantment, to imagine how much fucking they had done...
Fuck, Coco didn't really care for men that much, b-but... oh, fuck, the stamina he must have! The nonstop fuckfest alone told her he was a stud, but to control himself, the discipline, fuck, what a bull he was! It was just... just so hard to focus on wards when Coco was imagining what it'd look like with Jaune there, fucking Pyrrha all silly, and she was watching two sexy babes make love right now! With another sexy orgasm, Coco giggled from the magical pulse sparking all around her.
Weiss pulled up from Pyrrha's pussy in a daze, but Coco didn't hesitate to dive in and set to devouring Pyrrha's pussy. It was like a magnet, so hot and wet and delicious! Coco was no stranger to eating a girl out, but Pyrrha's was just so sexy! Mmmmm, gods, she could eat this pussy all day!
"Wouldn't it be hot if Jaune was watching us?"
God, that would be hot... Jaune watching her as she lapped at his girlfriend's wet pussy. Mmmmm, he'd get so hard watching them and their hot, lesbian sex. Coco didn't normally like cocks, or even think about them, really, but Jaune's... something told her that he had a really good one. Pyrrha certainly thought so.
And Pyrrha stroked her hair, grinding her face into her snatch. "And you've, mmm, you've got your ass up in the air, and Jaune could just come in and- and take you!"
Oh God, Coco wanted that! Jaune would fuck her while she ate Pyrrha, fuck both his little bimbos until they cummed their brains out!
Weiss giggled, drunkenly, behind them. "Gonna- gonna let Jaune fuck my li'l pussy," she said in a sing-song voice, accompanied by the unmistakable shlick of fingers plunging into a soaked snatch... mmmm... Weiss was so smart---Coco could be fingering herself as well as she lapped at Pyrrha's yummy pussy!
"That's a good girl," Pyrrha cooed, lovingly squeezing Coco with her thighs, "Gonna be all hot 'n sexy for Jaune!"
"Yesh," she murmured, in between feasting on Pyrrha's lovely pussy, "F-fer Jaune!"
Waking up from a daze with a small animal batting at him had become a far-too-common occurrence of the past... however long it had been since Jaune had found himself in this world of magic and love potions. But the fact that the animal was a black cat suggested he should know what he was dealing with here.
"D-d'you talk?" he asked, feeling completely insane as he asked it.
"You have to get out of here!" she said, effectively answering his question while adding a new one.
"Wha- why?" he asked, like an idiot.
"The cure failed! Contamination---listen, you have to go!"
"Clothes?" he asked, feebly.
"No. Time. Just. Go."
Stumbling up onto his feet, Jaune knew not to ask any more of the magic talking cat. This was... this was the insanity that had collided with his life while he was on the way to study for a test, but... but this was his life now, and trying to refuse it would only leave him in a worse state.
But before he could get to the door, he felt... a pull, something deep within him, something that told him to turn around before he even heard the door open. He looked and he saw, emerging from Pyrrha's bedroom, two unfamiliar women. One, white haired, the other a brunette, the both of them disheveled and sweaty and naked... and looking at him with eyes of pure lust.
The brunette groped her left breast with one hand while the other stroked her pudenda, her eyes glassy and unfocused. "Hiiiiiiii Jaune," she giggled, taking both hands to hold up her breasts, presenting them to his sight, "we wanna, like, totally fuck you!"
The white haired girl, a mindless grin on her face, nodded in agreement, "Mmmmm," she moaned, stroking herself, "Wanna- wanna fuck."
Trying to force his body to obey his will, even as sapped as it was. Jaune felt the pull towards them, the uncontrollable desire springing up in his body. The effects of the magic...
And also, they were really fucking hot.
With a groan, Jaune stumbled forward, a cheerfully naked Pyrrha rounding out the trio as he, or they, or somehow they all collided into an entwined pile of bodies. There was just... tits and asses and pussies that needed to be filled as Jaune kissed, sucked, fingered, and fucked every inch of eager, giggling flesh presented to him.
He realized that he was at the bottom of the pile, the brunette riding his dick and shrieking about how good it was and how wrong she'd been to try and stop this, to which Pyrrha, planting herself right on Jaune's face, giggled and chided her for her foolishness. Jaune wasn't listening, his tongue gladly extending to start licking away at Pyrrha's dripping pussy, feeling that urge to fuck her and every other woman in the room.
His fingers pumped away in the white-haired girl's slit, feeling her hump his hand while moaning, "Fuck Weissy, fuck Weissy..." over and over as Jaune cursed himself that he couldn't keep from fingerfucking her so eagerly. He was drowning in hot, sexy female bodies, and he could feel his will sapping away, his mind drifting into the fog as his need to absolutely fuck these bitches silly take over!
"Oh, JAUNE!" one of the women squealed, but he wasn't listening. He was in a world of tits and asses and unfilled holes that needed his dick. And he was going to satisfy each and every one of them, even as his mind slowly succumbed to the raw, ravenous desire that overwhelmed all rational thought and compelled him to flood every slut here with his cum.
This was a proper mess.
Glynda surveyed the utterly destroyed living room before her. Not just physically destroyed by the... actions of the previous week, but the magical signature of the place was deeply scarred. Even she was feeling some of the residual effects of the place, and she wondered how long it would take before the magical ecosystem healed from this.
Ignorant children, thinking their precocious talents meant that they knew magic, only to learn they were carelessly playing with the flames that soon burnt them. They lacked the fundamentals, the deeper theory of magic that Glynda had spent a lifetime wrestling with. If they had gone to her for help, she could have told them that sexual magic, even as diverse and as skillfully crafted as Ms. Nikos was capable of, was uniformly weakened by the application of pure, nonmagical water. A cold shower was literally all they really needed, but no---they tried to solve the problem with a magical ritual that had only ended with two more pulled into the spell and this poor man ravished by three witches!
Glynda had broken the enchantments on the witches and their unfortunate victim and dismissed Coco and Weiss from her presence. They had made mistakes in this, but their crime was carelessness in trying to help a friend. Glynda could deal with them later.
Pyrrha was retained, as well as the young man, Jaune, both now seated on the broken and stained couch as Glynda sat on a chair she had summoned---the one in the room was... well worn, to say the least, and she had no intention on touching it. Pyrrha, exceedingly red faced, stared at the ground, mortified. So did Jaune. Yes, Pyrrha was the only one facing punishment, but Glynda knew that there was no punishment she could devise worse than what Pyrrha feared of Jaune's judgment.
Besides...
She wasn't going to punish her in the first place.
No, this disaster had been, like so many disasters in history, an opportunity for insight. Glynda knew what she saw was something quite powerful. A silly girl trying to attract a boy's attention and her foolish friends trying to help out had stumbled into an enchantment that had turned the young man into a living incubator of erotic magic and three quite talented and powerful independent witches into horny little lust puppets... imagine what that kind of magic could do to the stuffy leadership of a Coven. Raven, Summer, and even powerful, arrogant Salem could... "learn" quite a bit from these two...
Clearing her throat, Glynda signaled them to raise their faces to her. After all they had experienced, they didn't have the power to resist, and Glynda could see the fretful, delicious looks on their faces. Smiling warmly at her new pupils, Glynda could see the potential within them. They had demonstrated their talent, but now it was time to shape them into her delectable acolytes.
And she felt her body grow hotter as she thought about how enjoyable these lessons were going to be.
This had gone on long enough.
Yang had been dating Jaune for a few months now, an experience that Yang found to be... a lot better than she expected. Actually, way better than she had expected. She thought this would be a relationship built more out of mutual needs, a way to have somebody to connect with, someone to share the burdens and stresses of their adventure, and, really, now that everyone was pairing up, Yang really didn't want to be left solo when even her sister had Penny now. But their relationship had proven to be a lot more than just an act of necessity. Jaune... Jaune was fun. He vibed with her, having his laid-back video game-loving side, plus, now that he took training much more seriously than he did at Beacon, he and Yang could spar together, which really helped bring them together. And yes, they had their mutual grief from Beacon, but it was the things that made them alive together that made their relationship strong. Going dancing in Mantle, making puns to drive Harriet crazy, or having to tell some thirsty-ass trophy wife skank to back off... that was what made them a couple.
But in all that time... they hadn't had sex.
Yang wasn't, like, a slut. She was fine having relationships that weren't about boning down, but it was... well, she had needs. And she wasn't the kind to keep her interests subtle, but whenever she started hinting, Jaune suddenly clammed up, and Yang could see that this was a topic he wasn't comfortable with. Pushing it would only cause him to clam up further and push her away, which wasn't worth doing just because Yang was feeling horny, but at the same time... it was high time they finally crossed this bridge.
Settling in on a comfortable couch in one of the Schnee mansions many guest rooms (perhaps Weiss had been to one to win Blake's heart, but Yang could never resent her, what with how generous Weiss was with her family's money!), she grabbed a fistful of popcorn from the bowl on her boyfriend's lap and snuggled in to watch a trashy monster movie with him. Ordinarily, this would just be a good time to cuddle close, make some riffs on the hokey dialogue, and have a good time with her boyfriend, but Yang had picked this particular movie on purpose.
Not because it was a good movie. Gods no, it looked terrible, but the female lead? Oh damn, Yang had to appreciate her! Or, at least, her cans---this girl was blonde, bronzed, and busty, and had a lot of the features Yang, not to brag, saw in her own figure.
As the movie went on, Yang's commentary began to turn ribald, which was normal for these evenings, but she made sure to comment on every sexy pose the heroine made. How often she just bent over for no apparent reason, all the shots that put her tits or ass right at the center of the scene, or how often her clothes were torn to shreds---with strategic modesty strips---as the movie was wont to do. And Jaune joined in, not realizing her seductive scheme as Yang glanced southward... and saw that she was having her intended effect from the tent he was pitching.
As the movie went on, Yang's jokes got cruder, which, again, was not unusual for her. Asking Jaune why the hero wouldn't just fuck the heroine already, especially from how she just draped herself over him. Commenting on how much fun it might be to spank her ass. Asking Jaune if he thought she or the movie girl had bigger tits.
Smart boyfriend he was, Jaune gave the exact right answer.
By the time the movie was over, Jaune was horny. So was Yang. She could definitely tell that the atmosphere was charged and she also knew that Jaune knew that they had the visitor's quarters to themselves tonight, what with everyone else out on dates that Yang knew would be going long into the night. So it wasn't hard to lure Jaune back to her bedroom to make out, the two of them passionately necking as Yang enjoyed the fruits of her labor---her boy was energetic tonight!
"Hey, mwah, Jaune, I, mwah, was wondering..." she asked in between kisses, "if you want to make tonight really special."
Jaune paused. Yang felt the hitch in her heartbeat as she felt the tension in the room go up as her boyfriend was caught in the indecision between risk and vulnerability. But... Jaune was a good man. A much better man than many gave him credit for, a better man than he was when Yang first met him. A braver man, even in this.
"I just... Yang, I know you and I... and I mean, you're beautiful, gorgeous, but..." he blushed, squeezing his eyes shut as he took the plunge and admitted, "I don't know how to have sex! I mean- it's- I just don't want to... embarrass myself and-"
His words fell away as Yang gave him a warm and loving squeeze. "Hey," she said, "it's okay. Man," she laughed, "I'm happy it's that, actually. Cause, like, first of all, it's awesome that you want to make sure you do well in sex, waaaay too many guys don't give me that, but second, all you gotta do is get some experience, and I am so down to give you that!"
Jaune didn't seem convinced. Yang, though perhaps not the most situationally aware or "think things through" of her team, was a woman of high emotional intelligence, and she could see that trying to be jokey and enthusiastic wasn't what Jaune needed. Right now, she had to be sympathetic and understanding, a gentler touch. She knew Jaune was someone who pushed himself harder than anyone she knew, not only to keep up with the rest of the group, but to be a leader, an example for others... a lot like Yang herself.
"Everybody's gotta have a first time, when they don't know anything and it's all awkward," she said, leaning her head against his shoulder, "even back in Signal, where I was just as awesome as I am today, when I had my first time, I had no idea what I was doing, I even, heh," she laughed, "I freaked out during my first time and punched the boy right in the middle of it."
Jaune winced in sympathy... either for her embarrassment or for poor Bron. "Oh jeez," he said, "That sounds..."
Yang shook her head. "It was not great, but hey! I got through it, and learned a ton from it. And everything since then has been way better. In a way," she grinned, "you've got the way better deal of learning how to have sex from a sexy, experienced woman who'll give you an awesome first time! Way better than two idiot teenagers fumbling on each other."
But Jaune didn't take that the way Yang was expecting. His eyes darted away as his face drooped, and it was for the very reason Yang should have expected.
"I don't... I don't want to have to be a burden all the-"
"Hey! Jaune! No!" Yang said, pulling away to look him right in the eyes, "You are not a burden, and it is never a burden to ask for help, especially with emotional matters. Y'hear me? Say it back."
"It's... not a burden to ask for help..."
"Good," she said, folding her arms across her chest as she nodded, "I had a hard enough time learning that lesson myself, and the two of us, we're not going through that again. But," she let her voice soften and a grin come to her lips, "you've got an amazing helper for this, and we don't have to start with sex!" Yang then added with a saucy glint in her eye, "So how about we start with something I've been wanting to do for you..."
She slid down from the couch and parted Jaune's knees, her startled boyfriend about to object until she silenced him with a raised eyebrow. He gave her a bashful nod to continue and she reached up to unzip his pants and...
"Well hello there," she said as Jaune's li'l Crocea Mors popped out to say hello back, "My, my, you've got quite the sword here, Jaune..."
"Is it... it's not... small or anything, right?"
Yang shook her head and gave him another reassuring smile. "Jaune... you have a perfect cock for what I need. Heh," she chuckled, "everybody thinks they need a pornstar dick, but size is way less important than knowing how to use it." Lesson learned firsthand from the Vytal crowd. Ooof, was she ever disappointed in Brawnz---hung like a horse, didn't have a clue how to get a woman off. "But this dick is exactly what the doctor prescribed."
She leaned forward as she pulled Jaune's pants down, giving his dick a playful kiss. She wasn't fibbing, either: Jaune had a nice dick. Well sized for his body and perfect for what she'd been planning on doing. Running her tongue up the length of his shaft, cooing soft words of encouragement, Yang was thrilled to hear Jaune's moans of pleasure as she felt the texture of his cock engorge beneath her ministrations. The softness of his skin, the bulge of his glans and the veins running its length, the taste... well, the taste was "cock," which wasn't anything Yang particularly enjoyed, but Jaune, unlike some men, did understand hygiene, thank the gods.
But as she finished getting his dick nice and wet and looking like it might just pop right off from arousal, she pulled back, looking into her boyfriend's startled face as she grabbed the front of her shirt and pulled it right off. Jaune had seen her cleavage and had definitely felt her tits before, but seeing them in only a bra---and a sexy one at that, a lacy purple number she'd bought for a night just like this---was new for this relationship. Yang felt a twinge of smugness that the girls got exactly the reaction she was hoping for as she gave them a playful bounce.
There were a lot of things Yang was thankful for with this experience, and one of them was that she would be unclasping her bra. She could teach Jaune how to do it later, unlike so many cocky boyfriends who thought they were being smooth as they reached back and discovered she was packing way more clasps than they knew how to handle. It also meant that she could unhook her bra, keep the cups on for one teasing moment as Jaune's eyes seemed liable to fall right out of his head, and then drop them away.
Yep. She was a goddamn sexual goddess if her boyfriend's face was any indication.
And she was only getting started. Leaning forward, she hefted both tits in her hands and wrapped them around his very hard dick, slippery with her spit, as she began to work the shaft. Pulling up and down, tugging at her nipples, and giving Jaune the sexiest tittyfuck he would ever have. She had to admit, he looked very cute as he squirmed, trying his hardest not to cum all over her tits. Yang wouldn't mind, of course---Jaune wasn't just some boy, he was Jaune, and that meant he had privileges with her body---but she admired how much he was committing to disciplining himself and making this last.
"It's okay, man," she said with a reassuring smile, "You don't have to hold back here. I'm sure it's hard not to let your dick just start spurting like a fountain when it's wrapped in my big, soft titties. It's so sweet that you're doing all you can not to cum right now, not to shoot your wad into my face-"
"Fuck! Oh fuck, Yang..." he groaned in dismay as his cock twitched.
So Yang kept going, "-not to paint my tits white with your seed. Do you wanna do that? Cum all over my big tits and-"
"OH, FUCK!" Jaune cried as he shot a proper load right into Yang's face, catching her off guard with the force of it... and then he caught her off guard again with the volume. Oh wow, he really was going to paint her with his cum. Well, Yang was game for that!
Feeling his seed drip down her chin, Yang gave Jaune a slow, dramatic gesture of licking her lips and then giving him a sticky smile as she pulled away from him. Semen did not... taste great and she wasn't particularly in the habit of swallowing, but giving Jaune a little show was worth enduring it. Especially to see the look he had on his face right now!
But she pulled away to properly clean himself up, but not before giving Jaune a more sincere, less salacious look and adding, "You did really good, Jaune. And hey, you don't have to worry if..."
Her voice trailed off. Yang had been expecting this to be it for tonight---she'd clean herself off and then some cuddling, maybe teach Jaune how to finger her, maybe some oral if he seemed too guilty about him getting off without her getting off, but she had certainly not thought that he could shoot a load like that and still have a dick as proudly erect and rock hard as Jaune's was now. Seriously! This wasn't just "surprising for a virgin," more surprising for anyone. Even Bolin wasn't like this, and he and Yang had done it more times in a night than she had thought was possible!
"Well, damn," Yang laughed, "Of course you have crazy stamina..."
Jaune blushed as he took the compliment. "It's... we don't have to..."
"Jaune," she said, warm, genuine, and above all, insistent, "It's okay to say what you want in bed, what you're feeling, what you'd like. Just like it's okay to tell me if there's anything you don't want or don't like. So tell me, big boy," she said, giving her voice its cocky swagger back as she wiped the remaining cum off of her face and struck a seductive pose, "see anything you like?"
He paused for only a moment before admitting, "...Yeah, yeah, I really... I wanna do it. With you, tonight."
Hell yeah he did.
"Let's start with showing you how to get a woman ready," Yang began, shucking the rest of her clothes and tracing her fingers down to her slit, "You can't just pounce on a woman and think that's going to be good sex. You gotta make sure I'm properly lubricated to take your big, thick dick into me." She giggled, "Just like I say things like that to make sure you're enjoying yourself. Now, take a finger and trace it against my pussy lips."
An eager pupil, even with his inexperience, Jaune gently took a finger and placed it as directed, feeling that, yes, Yang was very wet as he pet her kitty. "Good," she said with a soft moan, "Very good, now... now give it some more pressure..."
With Yang's slit already so lubricated, even the slightest push just slipped right in. Jaune's eyes went wide, but she silently reassured him that, yes, this was exactly what she wanted as his fingers started to explore the unknown. Pushing in deep, he stroked the ridges of her vagina with his probing finger. Yang vocalized her approval as she sighed and moaned with every sensitive spot he hit. His fingers were thicker than hers and giving her quite a different experience from her own masturbation. And she could guide him.
"Okay," she said, "You're doing, unh, really well, but- but now what I want you to do," she guided his hand out of her pussy and upwards to her clitoris, "is riiiiiight here. Yep, that's my clit, start- start, ooh, yeah, start giving it some attention, it feels really good!"
Not a lie. Jaune was... he was doing real good at this. He lacked experience, didn't quite know how to really give her the friction she needed at the right spot, but he was trying, and Yang valued that a lot. Flynt had been a good lay back at Beacon, in that he knew what he was doing, but the whole time, it couldn't be more obvious he was only focused on his own pleasure---either in being able to brag about banging the Yang or in "getting back at Weiss"---ultimately leading to a mediocre experience overall. And he had the nerve to think Yang'd be happy to "pick up where they left off" when she saw him again at Atlas. The nerve of him, really...
Ah, but she had better things to think about than bad partners, not when she had a really good one fingering her right now!
"Yeah, yeah," she said in a husky voice, "Oh, a little higher... yeah, right there, yeah!"
He took her encouragement with gusto, a small irrepressible smile creeping across his face. He enjoyed bringing her pleasure, and Yang knew to encourage it. No, it was more than that---Jaune had been so concerned about underperforming that Yang knew that there was nothing better she could do for him than to show her enjoyment.
But things were getting a little too good.
"Oh, okay, oh fuck, let's- let's move on to the next step!" she said, feeling that familiar quiver starting to build within her, "I want- I wanna cum with you, lover, " she said, giving the last word a sensuous roll in her voice.
"Oh-okay," Jaune said, a sudden hint of nervousness creeping into his voice.
Yang gave him a reassuring squeeze as she lay down on the bed, spreading her legs."Don't worry. Let me take charge here, and I'll make you feel amazing."
"I- I want-" Jaune turned adorably red as he stammered out, "I want you to enjoy yourself, too..."
Yang had to pause at that. "You're too goddamn sweet for your own good, you know that?" she said with a smile, "But don't worry," she traced a finger up the length of his dick, "I think I'm going to have no problem enjoying myself on this..."
Jaune got up to mount her, and Yang was quite pleased to see he didn't need any hand-holding on this. Her little bird was out of the nest and needed no prompting to get his dick wet. They'd waited long enough, and now... it was time.
There was a moment of fumbling to ensure his dick was aligned properly to enter her, of course, and the half-foot difference between their height became more apparent than usual, but once that was taken care of, she felt the head of his cock press against her slit and with only a little pressure...
He was in.
"Damn," he hissed, feeling the sensation of her pussy wrapping tightly around his cock, "Holy shit..."
"It's good, oh it's so good!" Yang agreed, feeling him slowly push further and further into her, "P-pound me, Jaune, fucking pound me!"
Not a problem for him. He began with quick, short thrusts, but as he became familiar with the motion, his thrusts became longer and slower, driving Yang fucking crazy as he found what really worked for her. And she didn't hesitate to show her appreciation, giving a wild grin up to her conquering lover as he responded with giving her exactly what she needed.
Now he was really pounding her. His strokes were potent and went deep, each one setting off the most wonderful bolts of pleasure as his cock just went wild on her! Oh, she wanted to savor this, to let this go on forever, but she couldn't stop herself from feeling that quiver in her core, growing stronger and stronger as she struggled to hold it back. From his earlier movements, he'd unwittingly gotten her primed for her climax, and really, she'd been waiting for this for too damn long!
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Yang whimpered, unable to stop what was coming next, "Oh fuck OH FUCK OH FUCK YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHH!"
It was a hell of a climax, one of her better ones, and it knocked Yang for a loop. A faint whisper of not bad for a virgin wound through her head as she basked in the afterglow, happy fuzzy clouds taking care of her thoughts for a while as clarity slowly came back and she gave Jaune a very tired grin. But he seemed uncertain and... oh, she wasn't going to leave this unfinished!
"D-don't stop," she panted, "Don't you dare stop! K-keep, fuck, keep going!"
He obliged.
Even if Jaune wasn't a virgin, this wasn't going to take long. The both of them had been revved up like hell from the foreplay and from this being their first time. Plus, Jaune was riding the high of getting Yang off, and his insane stamina was hardly dented from his earlier load, thanks to the magic of aura, so he was raring to go as he went back at her. Yang's pussy, still feeling the aftershocks of her climax, was now assaulted by a renewed vigor that made Yang moan as her lover now focused on his own pleasure... but damn if it didn't feel good for her! But he wasn't going to last long, especially not as he used his forearms to lift himself up a bit over her, and got a sight of her titties bouncing and jiggling with every thrust! And soon, his thrusts grew faster and tighter, his face scrunching up as he was about to-
"Fuuuuuuuuuck yeah!" he groaned as he released in Yang, a sudden pulse of warmth as he flooded her pussy and sent Yang into a whole new world of satisfaction.
"Oh, oh damn, oh fuck," Jaune panted, before his eyes went wide in alarm, "I- this wasn't- is it okay that I-"
"It's cool," Yang said, too tired to laugh, "Oh man... it's cool, I'm, mmmm, I'm on the pill... most Huntresses take it to manage our periods..."
Jaune, relieved to hear it, slowly withdrew and Yang felt the sensation of his cum oozing from her pussy. Normally, she wasn't a fan of how messy heterosexual sex was, but for Jaune... once again, this felt different. Felt good. Real. She gave her lover a smile, muted by her exhaustion, but a hint of how radiant she felt inside.
"You and me... we're gonna do this again, right?" she asked.
Now it was Jaune's turn to grin. "Yeah. Yeah, we're... we're definitely doing this again."
But not right now. Even though she was sticky and sweaty and a mess, right now there was nothing Yang wanted to do more than cuddle her boyfriend and drift off to sleep, held in the tender embrace of his strong arms.
This was most unusual.
Ciel was early to her meeting with Penny. Well, not a "meeting," just a chance to get coffee together, but Ciel liked to think of social meetings with friends as no different from business ones. Which meant punctuality---no wasting your friend's time by being late, no wasting your own time by being early. Be prompt, be purposeful, live a life that was a stalwart bastion against chaos.
So being early was not only out of character for her, it represented something even worse. That Ciel's organized fortress of a mind was under threat. Considerable threat, and she'd shown up early at the coffeeshop so that she might have time to try to wrestle with her thoughts and get herself together lest Penny realized what was wrong with her friend. That she wouldn't catch on that... that Ciel had started to realize that she had... she had feelings for Penny's husband. And Ciel didn't really know how to handle that.
It had started after a party Penny had thrown at their new place in Mantle. It was... more raucous than Ciel's personal preference, a reminder of the sort of people who had come into Penny's life through her adventures, and worse, the kind of people now very permanently connected to Penny through her husband. At first, Ciel had thought she'd hated Jaune, his disorganized, disreputable behavior was hardly a good fit for Penny, whose friends were already encouraging her to follow quite a crooked path. In fact, she'd made a point to speak with Penny privately and counsel her against this reckless relationship. But while listing off Jaune's worst traits, looking deep into Penny's wide, innocent eyes, seeing the emotions playing out beneath her facade, Ciel's confidence began to waver. Her certainty of Mr. Arc's inadequacy slowly gave way to a greater sense of her own feelings. Her true feelings.
All of her negative attitudes towards Jaune weren't really because she hated him. That was just... just what she was telling herself. It was because... she was jealous of him. For having her friend, but she was also... jealous of Penny. What she had with Jaune, what she had of Jaune... a man whose sweetness and generosity helped Penny open up so much, who made her life so happy and full of love. Ciel realized that they were her perfect relationship, that Penny had snagged Ciel's ideal boyfriend, and, of course, she felt... lonely. And once she realized her true feelings, realized them when it was too late-
"Salutations friend Ciel!"
She almost spat out her coffee, so surprised to be caught off guard by Penny's early arrival, but- wait, a look at the clock revealed... it was two o'clock, on the dot. Penny wasn't late, Ciel had just...
She was losing track of time. Really, Ciel could see her mind was only hanging on by a thread.
But she could cover for herself well enough. No reason to let her closest friend know that she was having inappropriate, lustful thoughts about the blond stud who could pin her down and use her body like a-
N-no! Focus! She gave Penny a weak, disorganized smile, desperately trying to shove all thoughts of passionate infidelity into a dark corner of her mind where no one could ever find it. Launching into a discussion of some inane details of her life, Ciel was relieved to see there wasn't even a flicker of suspicion on Penny's face. Which was good, except that meant Penny felt no reason not to talk about her married life. Which was bad.
"Jaune's teaching me how to bake!" Penny said, oblivious of the deep pang of jealousy that pulsed in Ciel's chest, "He's an exceptional sweetheart as well, frequently complimenting the preciseness of my measurements. I've also received very many compliments for the baked goods I am now producing!"
"Sounds like you and Jaune are really happy together," Ciel said, trying her hardest not to sound anything other than genuine.
But... but there was a flicker in Penny's eyes, a flicker of sorrow. And Ciel... Ciel hated herself for the hope that welled within her. A real friend would never look at trouble in her close friend's marriage as an opportunity, but Ciel was a wretched girl... a girl in love. And that made all her rules and norms meaningless.
With downcast eyes, Penny agreed, then looked back up, an awkward, emotional look on her face. "Um, well, actually, Ciel, I was... There is... one thing..."
Ciel didn't want to encourage this, but she couldn't stop herself. "Penny," she said, softly, resting a hand on her friend's, "Ever since our school days, you've never hidden anything from me. And I hope... I hope you always found me, as your friend, to be someone you can talk to. Come on, let it out. Better out than in."
"Well... thank you, Ciel," Penny said with a blush so sincere, Ciel could see why no one ever realized Penny had a synthetic body. The guilt it inspired was real enough. "It's just that... Jaune wants to be a daddy so bad, and I want to give him a child, but my body doesn't... I can't bear children... I'd be open to adopting, but I want to give Jaune a darling child of his, I'd be happy to use an egg donor, but I just don't know who would do this for us!"
That was the other thing.
Ciel was going baby-crazy.
She didn't know if it was hormones or a biological clock or if she was just a pervert, but just as she was starting to come around on Jaune, her ovaries had hit her with a thunderbolt of desire, all focused on getting her womb filled, and with her increasing attraction to Arc, she knew exactly who her body wanted to fill it.
It was driving her crazy! She was losing all reason, becoming a monster of perversity every night as her fingers groped her breasts (which would look so much better if they'd grown a cup size!) or pistoning in her sadly empty pussy that needed a man, a specific man, to fill it, to fill her, and deposit his seed so she could bear his fruit!
And then Penny dropped this right in her lap.
It was the most perfectly Penny thing Ciel could ever imagine. Their entire friendship had been about Penny bursting right through Ciel's carefully organized life, so of course, as she slowly sank into a mix of hormonal and emotional madness, Penny would toss the bomb that blew apart the foundations of her rationality and organization. Blew apart so badly, that she couldn't maintain her poise and instead...
"I... if you're looking for a donor," Ciel heard herself say, "I'd be willing to... as your friend, I'd be happy to help your relationship..."
Outside the Arc-Polendina house, Ciel took a moment to check her hair and makeup for what must have been the sixth time. She never had to check her appearance---she was always properly prepared to be presentable, but now... she was nervous. Beyond nervous. She was five minutes late and the anxiety boiling in her stomach right now was nothing compared to the emotional turmoil in her mind.
Terror racked her, a dozen different serpents striking at once. Would he... would he reject her? Would this seem too weird? What might this do to her and Penny's friendship? Would she... would she be too straight laced to measure up against Penny? Would Jaune not... not want her? But also... she feared what would happen if tonight went well. If after she'd had her taste of Jaune, who, she'd heard from Neon, was someone whose "talents" Penny raved about, she couldn't- couldn't go back to just her fingers in her empty bed. That scared her more than anything.
She'd almost lost her nerve, suggested to Penny someone more suitable for the role, someone who wouldn't be tempted to go further and trespass into Penny and Jaune's relationship. But she couldn't think of a lucky girl who'd be better suited than her. Ruby, Penny's best friend, was engaged to Weiss, and Ciel suspected Penny didn't want to put that complication into their relationship. Neon wasn't exactly responsible for a child, much less Jaune's child, and Penny's friends in the Ace-Ops weren't inclined to put their Specialist careers on hold for a year. It really... had to be her.
Because nobody else wanted it as badly.
She felt an ache between her legs, her body crying out for Jaune. The man she only encountered in fantasy, for fear of what she might be tempted to do in person. Watching Penny and Jaune's relationship develop from afar, standing at the altar as a bridesmaid and seeing the way he looked at his bride as she walked down the aisle, hearing everything about their married life in her coffee dates with Penny... Ciel had fallen for him, and fallen hard.
It was that desire that pulled her to walk forward, up their well maintained front yard (Jaune had taken up gardening, and seeing the care he put into his neatly ordered garden plots made Ciel feel things she struggled to put into words), and to the door, where she knocked. Each rap of her knuckle against the wood was the tolling of the inevitable, and as the door opened, Ciel knew, her destiny was here.
She swooned as he gave her a friendly, crooked grin. A hint of nervous awkwardness for what they would be doing tonight, but, ever the gentleman, he was careful to reassure her, to make her feel comfortable. Taking her coat as he greeted her, it was only a moment she had to let her eyes linger on his well-honed musculature and chiseled features before she felt the crushing vise of a combat android's tightest hug close in around her.
"SAL-U-TATIONS!" she cheered as she squashed Ciel's body into hers. "Oh, friend Ciel, how utterly fantastic it is that you have agreed to join us tonight! I am of the highest confidence that you and Jaune will produce the most wonderful of offspring, and I am so happy-"
"Easy, Pen, easy!" Jaune laughed, "She's only just got here, no need to jump the gun here!"
Jaune played it as a joke, but Ciel, who had lived her entire life by precise schedules, had every intention of jumping the gun. Jumping the guy, too. Seeing how handsome the professional Huntsman was, his body built for rough physical activity, and yet, his eyes, so soft and inviting, Ciel would have said to hell with propriety and screwed him standing up, right in the foyer, just to make sure she got what she needed.
But Jaune... Jaune was Penny's husband, and that meant... she did as Penny said. She may be a wreck of the old Ciel Soleil right now, but the orderliness within her went deep, and it commanded her to respect the rules of friendship and matrimony, a leash upon her libido. She would not act until Penny allowed it---it was the last rule upon her, and it would not break easily.
Jaune had insisted upon dinner before the bedroom, and so Ciel had enjoyed his heavenly roast pork in the Atlesian style---another sign of how it had been woefully foolish of her to be so` careless in recognizing Jaune's talents as a husband before he had already found his happiness with Penny. Conversation was awkward, on her end, but Penny and Jaune were such good hosts, Ciel almost felt like she was going to cry. They were cheerful and welcoming, just the loveliest people she knew. Every care was taken to ensure she felt welcome, and soon, her awkwardness and nervousness dropped away, feeling invited into her friend's marriage. And as dinner finished, Ciel rose from the table, serenely confident that she was about to make the best choice of her life.
"Jaune?" she asked, feeling flirtatious and... alive, "You have my sincere thanks for the meal, but... I believe I was invited here for a purpose I would not want to delay any further on. If you could lead the way to the bedroom?"
Jaune gave his wife a brief look of hesitant uncertainty, but Penny's only response was a wide, angelic smile. She was excited for this, almost as excited as Ciel was, and she took both of their hands as she eagerly led the way towards their marital bed.
Every step Ciel took, every step closer to the boudoir, she felt more and more confident, more and more sexual. Jaune would finally see the depth of Ciel's feelings for him, Ciel would finally consummate her love, and together, he would give her a child, blessing her with his seed and ushering in her transformation into a maternal goddess. Her curves becoming soft and shapely, her body bursting with new life... it would be heavenly, and she longed for it like she'd never longed for anything else before.
By the time they had actually reached the bedroom (quite tidy! Another spark for Ciel!) she was practically alight with naked lust. She turned to her soon-to-be lover and with a voice she'd never heard herself use before, purred, "I don't intend to rush you, Jaune, but we're both entirely too clothed for the next step..."
"I would be happy to assist!"
Before Ciel could object to what she knew was coming, she felt the gentle whish of Penny's blades cutting, with machine precision, the clothing from Jaune and Ciel's bodies. Standing in their underwear, the shreds of their tattered garments drifting to the floor, Jaune gave her an apologetic smile, but Ciel just laughed it off. She should have known Penny would be excitable (and, perhaps, still not the best at certains social cues), and besides... she wanted to get to this part faster.
With a seductive roll in her hips, she approached the object of her desire. The heat in her core was nearly boiling over, her panties visibly soaked by her unquenched need. Gently pushing him onto the bed, Ciel knelt down before him, licking her lips as she gripped the elastic of his boxers and pulled.
The cock that sprang forth, already pleasantly hard, delighted Ciel. It was just as big and beautiful as she always imagined it must be as she lay on her bed, late at night, her fingers plunging into her desperately empty pussy. It was a mouthwatering cock, long and thick and practically pulsing with life, and Ciel was going to show Jaune she could be very good to it. So good that he'd invite her back into his bedroom, again and again, proving she was a welcome addition. She let it mesmerize her, her eyes drinking in the size and beauty of his tool, gently swaying, back and forth in front of her...
"Allow me to join you, friend Ciel!"
Penny joined Ciel on her knees and leaned forward, running her tongue up and down the length of Jaune's shaft. As Ciel joined her, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock, Penny moved to suckle his balls, and Jaune groaned from their erotic double assault. Ciel slowly took him further and further down, struggling to suppress her gag reflex as she felt a deep and powerful urge to take him within her. She needed this dick, needed his cum, and that need urged her further and further down, until his hair tickled her nose and Penny clapped and squealed in delight.
"Simply sensational! Oh, husband Jaune, I knew she would be a most lovely addition to our bedroom!"
Jaune couldn't even speak in response, his every ounce of willpower devoted to not shooting a a load of hot, thick cum right into her belly... but that made Ciel remember that she wanted more than a bellyful of his seed, she needed it elsewhere. And so, she slowly, reluctantly, pulled back, releasing his cock from her lips with a messy pop. Panting for breath, she looked up, eager for praise---the look on his face being more than enough---as she rose on her feet and pushed Jaune back onto the bed. She wanted him to mount her, to breed her, but right now, the need was too great to delay on anything.
Stripping her sodden panties and unlatching her bra, Ciel mounted Jaune, her legs straddling his body as his dick pointed right up, hard and proud. In a single motion, she descended, her body plunging down as his dick impaled her, her pussy so wet, it gave no resistance as she went all the way down to the base. Gasping in pleasure, a pleasure her mere fingers could never dream of delivering, Ciel began to ride him, rising up and down, feeling how deep he went into her, hitting sensitive spots she barely even knew she had!
But almost as good as his dick was Jaune's eyes, wide and drinking in her form and making Ciel feel like she was the most beautiful girl in the world. Her tits were bouncing with every thrust, and his eyes darted in time, her proud nipples, dark and hard upon her breasts, showing her enjoyment of his gaze upon them.
Suddenly, though, she felt as Penny began to cup and squeeze her chest, causing Ciel to cry out in pleasure. Her fingers were precise, pinching and prodding exactly where Ciel was most vulnerable, little darts of pleasure shooting right from her nipples with every tug and tease. But worse, her voice was striking her darkest, secret lusts as she whispered into Ciel's ear, "Mmmmm, friend Ciel, I cannot wait to see you impregnated by my husband. See how big your belly will grow, carrying his child. Seeing you cradle your bulge and knowing it was my husband's seed that's made you the woman you are..."
Ciel had never heard Penny speak so perversely, but with Jaune's cock pistoning away into her as Penny's fingers teased her breasts, she could only moan in wanton agreement. Gods, she wanted that, wanted it so badly. Her pregnant body would be a testament to Jaune's potent virility, her form would become so much sexier, so much more desirable, and she would bear him children, knowing that he'd be the finest, most caring father any woman could desire!
And perhaps her praise was a touch hyperbolic, but the way his dick was reshaping her pussy, Ciel was willing to say anything about the stud beneath her.
"Won't she look beautiful, Jaune?" Penny asked, Ciel's mind far too overheated to make any noise other than whimpers of pleasure, "Especially with big, beautiful breasts, little droplets of milk forming on her nipples... It'd be cruel to only invite her once into the bedroom to impregnate her. Surely, it would only be fair to continue inviting her to join us even after she's pregnant. We should repay her for being such a wonderful donor!"
"Oh gods, Pen!"
Oh- oh gods! Ciel couldn't handle the thought of it, knowing that she'd be invited back, and more so, that she could show Jaune her fertile body, blooming with life, bred by him! Oh gods, oh gods! It'd be- be so- so- beautiful!
Her climax was long and powerful, practically knocking her flat, but the desperate need to milk Jaune's cum kept her upright. Panting hard, her palms planted on Jaune's broad, strong chest, she rode him up and down with a manic, wild passion. He was close, so close, she'd almost gotten him to cum earlier and now he seemed so close, so very- very-
GODS YES!
Jaune gasped as he released, and Ciel shrieked as she felt him spurt like a fountain, flooding her pussy, her womb, her whole being with his cum, his seed finding root in her fertile body, sperm and egg certainly joined as she pulsed with joy and satisfaction. Her vision swam as she toppled forward, worn out by the intensity of her climaxes, but satisfied, so satisfied, that there were tears in her eyes. She was going to be a mommy. Jaune had made her a mother, had planted the seed of new life within her that she could practically feel growing in her womb.
And if it wasn't... well... it'd take a bit for her to regain her bearings, but she had a feeling... Jaune had more than one load in him tonight. And she'd have more than one load in her by the end of it. And she really did want him to take her in a mating press...
Her plan had been a stupendous success!
Penny had a grin stretching from ear to ear as she watched her husband bend Ciel over the table, her big, milk-swollen boobs just bouncing in the most delightful way as he rammed his thick cock into her pussy. It was so magnificent, the way pregnancy reshaped an organic's body, turning them so... desirable and maternal and delicious!
Before Jaune, Penny had never thought much about sex. She didn't quite understand it, and, being unable to reproduce, she had thought it wasn't particularly relevant to her. But then Jaune had asked her out on a date and Penny had realized how essential it was that she was properly prepared! Her research had been extensive, and she had swiftly realized that, by volume, most of the available information on the internet about romantic relationships involved coitus. But that... brought up her insecurities about her own body.
But Jaune... Jaune had opened Penny's eyes to a new way of looking at herself. To not see herself as inferior just because of her body being synthetic rather than biological. And... he'd introduced her to sex. An introduction that echoed to this day, utterly fucking all self-doubt right out of Penny's well-used body!
Well... almost all self doubt.
Though Penny no longer had the same worries, it had been the most sorrowful disappointment when Penny had realized that she could not go through what Ciel was now experiencing. Not only the wonderful gift of motherhood, but... to see her body reshaped by a man's seed. To feel her breasts swell, her body expanding to carry his child... Penny found it most arousing, and lamented that she could not enjoy receiving Jaune's seed and delivering him a baby in exchange.
But... well, perhaps Penny had discovered that her naughtier side gave her some... perhaps, inappropriate, ideas. Ideas that lead her to discover that, using her eyes to flash certain patterns of light could leave her friends disoriented and more... open to certain suggestions she whispered to them while in a trance. Really, she was just sharing with Ciel what Penny found so wonderful about Jaune, and if that became buried in her subconscious, well, a single glance at the deliriously happy girl, right now drooling as Jaune took her from behind, told Penny that she'd really not done a bad thing.
If anything, the bad thing to do would be not to share this! Ciel looked so sexy, so desirable, so... scrumptious while pregnant that Penny could only imagine that all her friends would simply look and feel so much better if they just had a baby in their wombs! And Jaune, sweet, generous, always loving Jaune, would make the perfect father for all of them.
And to think, Winter had been worried she was starting to behave irrationally!
Watching her screen with rapt attention, Ruby drank in the sight of her two favorite people in the whole world put on a new performance of lewdness and debauchery for their audience. And as Jaune attached the bullet vibrator to Spartan's delectable pussy, right on her clit, Ruby shuddered with that indescribably perverse feeling she always got watching them. That sense that it was like they were performing just for and directly to her. That was the difference on Spartan's streams... well, that and Ruby, like the rest of the fandom, had a wild obsession with Jaune.
Ruby had... lost her nerve when it came to actually talking to her mother about where Ruby could find Jaune and Spartan. The revelations that came in her sexual awakening had given her courage that she quickly found she didn't actually have when it came to speaking with her mother. Especially about porn. But knowing that she had a secret ace in the hole... it always made Ruby feel a little naughtier as she watched their streams. That she had an in to their real lives, that she could... possibly... be a future guest on their stream? A naughty schoolgirl who needed to be punished...
Uhhhhhnnnn... God, how were they so sexy? Jaune was playfully teasing poor Spartan's tits with a wand vibrator making such an amazing show that Ruby knew if she really wanted to, she could be on, except... well, she could think about that later. Right now, she was focused on Jaune.
He grinned at the chat, fiddling with the bullet vibes controls as he said, "So if I just..."
"Oh, Jaune!" Spartan cried out, her face turning red as she buckled over, her legs snapping shut from the sudden intensity of the maximum vibe.
But Jaune just laughed. "Oh, we're gonna have fun with this... Spartan! Didn't you used to be a drama minor? And didn't you tell me you still have a few speeches you know by heart?"
"Oh, you asshole!" she laughed back.
"I think the chat would love to see you recite Portia's monologue from Merchant of Venice..."
Spartan groaned and Ruby felt the thrill of knowing she was about to be put through her paces! And the chat seemed to agree.
GoodestBoy: Wow, I guess this now counts as educational content
SunDragonRage: lol THIS is why I love you guys
"The quality of mercy is not strained," she began, and Ruby was impressed to see Spartan morph from her usual streaming persona almost to an entirely different person! Well, until Jaune's thumb started to nudge the remote... "It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven UP- upon t-the place... beneath. It is twice blest: It b-blesseth him that... that gives and him that takes."
She glanced to Jaune in dismay, her self control almost totally spent, but no: there was no mercy there. Just impish delight as he fiddled with the remote and Pyrrha went back to struggling through her lines.
VelveteenVixen: Ooooh, this gives me some ideas for my girlfriend :)
RobynTheBanks: Truly, a stream for cultured perverts.
WINchester: u dont have a girlfriend vixen stop lying
SnowAngel: Spank her if she messes up any lines!
Ruby giggled to see her newfound bestie, SnowAngel, echo exactly what Ruby was thinking. She wanted to see Jaune spank Spartan silly, turning her ass as red as her hair... ooh, with the paddle! Ruby really liked the paddle, more than the crop or Jaune's hand. Something about how... immature it was made her feel like a naughty little girl when Jaune had the paddle in his hands...
She'd have to talk about it with SnowAngel over Discord. They always had the wickedest conversations, ever since Ruby realized she'd been such a goody-goody, when really, the true joy of Jaune and Spartan's relationship was how perverted it could be... but that made Ruby think about how progress was going on a different front.
It was a bit of a secret shame for her. Ruby had come to terms with her obsession with Jaune and Spartan, it was a part of who she was, longing to be dominated by her pornographic heroes, but Ruby wasn't sure how to share that with anyone. In person, under her own name. Particularly... particularly with Weiss.
She and Weiss had been getting really close recently. Really close, and Ruby, even as she was masturbating to the sight of Spartan squirming in her seat as she struggled to deliver her monologue, felt her heart flutter just thinking about Weiss! But at the same time... how would she have the conversation with any girl, much less the most prim and proper girl Ruby knew, that she was addicted to the porn performances of a camgirl. There was just... no way she'd ever understand.
SnowAngel had proven to be a godsend. There wasn't anyone else Ruby could talk to about this after all, and it seemed that SnowAngel was cursed with the same problem. It seemed that she had a girl who'd caught her eye, but she was the sweet and innocent type, the kind that couldn't possibly share SnowAngel's dirty BDSM fantasies, much less watch porn with her. It was the hardship of being a porn connoisseur: it wasn't a hobby you could explain to just anyone.
But it was a hard hobby to give up, a fact demonstrated right now as Spartan's words grew more and more slurred, her face contorting in strain as Jaune mercilessly teased her with the remote. He switched from "off" to "MAX" without warning, giving her faint pulses to throw her off her rhythm, and all the while enjoying the sight of the disciplined Spartan being reduced to a silly slut who could barely speak anymore.
"Oh, Spartan," he said in mock disapproval, "SnowAngel was counting on you not to mangle Shakespeare's words, but if you can't manage it..."
"Jaune..." she whined, her tongue practically lolling out of her mouth, "I cah-caaaaaaan't! You- you're driving me c-crazy!"
But Jaune just shook his head in that Jaune way that made Ruby soak her own panties. "But Spartan, the audience wants to learn more about Shakespeare! Surely you'll be able to share with them some of the insights into Merchant of Venice you shared with me last week over dinner. It's always lovely to hear you talk about the arts!"
The pained, defeated look on Spartan's face was nearly enough to get Ruby off right on the spot! She squealed her climax as her fingers plunged into her slit, knowing how truly broken Spartan was that she couldn't even obey Jaune's order and could only moan like a pathetic little slut! Oh God, oh God, Ruby c-couldn't get enough of this!
Losing herself to her orgasm for a few moments, by the time Ruby came back, Spartan was still leaning back in her chair, moaning in pathetic dismay as Jaune turned back to the chat.
"Well, I've got a big announcement for all you fans of ThunderGoddess..."
Ruby's eyes went wide as the chat went wild, particularly OceanBlue and MonkeyKing, who spammed emoji like mad. Ruby had a... low opinion of Thundershippers, but ever since she'd seen Jaune fuck Spartan and Ruby's own mother, she'd quietly moved more into the PolyJaune camp, eager to see her blond stud fuck any available porn slut he could get his hands on. And ThunderGoddess was very attractive, with big luscious tits...
"Spartan and I," Jaune continued, "wanted to thank Thunder for doing so much to help get this stream off the ground, and, really, making my relationship possible. And the best way we could think of thanking her is..."
He drew out the syllable, glancing to the still-incoherent Spartan.
But Jaune just gave another playful laugh. "Well, if my girlfriend isn't able to announce it, I suppose it falls to me. Thunder will be guesting with Spartan and I on our Friday stream. So be sure to check it out!"
Athleticism had always been something Jaune had taken some pride in, and now that he was a featured performer on a cam show, he was committed to making sure he looked in shape. He wasn't a vain man, but it was hard not to see how much time Pyrrha spent thinking about lighting, outfits, camera angles, every little detail of her show and not feel like he had to do his part to be camera-ready.
And it was a pretty enjoyable hobby to pick up, especially because, every time he hit the gym, he inwardly reminded himself that he was doing this so he'd look his best as he fucked his gorgeous, submissive camslut to a wildly appreciative audience. Did a number for a guy's ego, but... well, sometimes his ego didn't come out on top, like right now, as he was playing basketball, and...
"And that's HORSE," Ren taunted. Not that Ren's voice conveyed it was a taunt, but... Jaune knew.
Grumbling, he caught the basketball, "If this was one-on-one, real basketball, not just shooting, things would be different."
"Well, it wasn't," Ren replied laconically, "So that's now three-to-one, my favor, and I can't imagine you tying the series anytime soon..."
"Ah, shut up," he shot back, but good naturedly. Ren was a good gym buddy, and Jaune was really enjoying how much more he was getting out of his gym membership. Even without the whole porn star thing, dating Pyrrha meant that Jaune was involved in a much more active lifestyle than before, and that wasn't even counting Pyrrha's libido putting him through his paces. Pyrrha had been an athlete before the accident, but even if she wasn't professionally competing anymore, she still enjoyed a good workout. And with her infectious enthusiasm (plus some other... incentives) she'd gotten Jaune hooked on athletics as well. It was good to feel the soreness in your body and a great way to spend time with friends, even if they were smug dicks about their shooting skills. And, as a... sex performer? If that was the word for it? Jaune was professionally driven to do his best when it came to his physique. But on the flip side, reading the comments on his abs, particularly what viewers like RedLikeRoses had to say, did do a lot for his self-esteem.
But... thinking about his streaming career, Jaune was suddenly brought back to thinking about what was coming up. Between him, Pyrrha... and the girlfriend of the man who was now passing him a water bottle.
"Hey Ren," he started, not sure of what he was going to say, but now committed to saying it, "I don't... I mean, can we... talk? About me and... Nora?"
"About you fucking her?"
Welp. That was Ren to a T right there. Always right to the point. "Yeah, um, just wanted to-"
"I get it, trust me, I get why you're worried," Ren said. Jaune replied with a grin. Ren was always a sensible- "She's definitely gonna be a tough one for you to break. But I've seen your streams: Pyrrha isn't acting, and if you really dick her down hard, Nora's gonna crumple like tinfoil and-"
"Ren!" Jaune choked out. "That wasn't- wasn't what I meant by-"
Raising an eyebrow, Ren answered with only a look. One Jaune could understand perfectly, but, at the same time...
He chuckled, shaking his head as he took a drink of water. "Man," Jaune laughed, "I have to ask you... how are you so cool with this?"
Chuckling, Ren shook his head. "What Nora and I have is more than just sexual, Jaune."
"I get that," Jaune answered, feeling a little called out, "But, I mean..."
"Nora shares her body with countless men, every time she gets on the stream," he replied, "And I'm not jealous of that---she has a fantastic body, I understand why others find it attractive---because what she and I have is something none of them, and not even you, Jaune," he gave him a playful look to take the edge off his stern tone, "can touch. And that's what really matters to me. You might be having sex with her, but I'm the one she comes home to."
He was always a singular man, that Lie Ren. At first, Jaune hadn't really known what to make of him, a quiet and reserved young man who seemed even harder to notice next to Nora. For a long time, he couldn't put together how their relationship worked, but as he got to know them more and create a stronger bond as friends, Jaune had really grown to admire Ren.
"That's really mature of you," Jaune said as he thought about it.
"Welllllll..." Ren's grin suddenly turned up, "It's not all being confident in my relationship. I'm also a viewer of Nora's streams and... and I like that she's putting herself out there, turning on other men... It's... hard to explain, but just knowing that my girl is making all those viewers hot and bothered... they get to enjoy ThunderGoddess on the screen but she's my girl... it's a huge turn on, and I'm expecting your stream with her to be... very enjoyable."
He had a wistful smile on his face and Jaune realized he really never thought that much of who was watching his streams. The one viewer he had met was a sexually adventurous MILF who'd talked herself into both their stream and their bed... and had introduced Pyrrha to the pole dancing exercise classes she was now enrolled in. But odds were, the majority were... not like that. He had never thought so much of viewers the way Ren did, clearly picturing other men watching his girlfriend and... basically getting off on it.
Jaune was a little too possessive to ever really enjoy that aspect of dating a porn performer, but it did make him feel a lot better about moving in on his best friend's girl. Nora, Ren, and Pyrrha were all down for this, and, Jaune really couldn't lie here, so was he. Getting a chance to discipline his curvy former roommate was... exciting, to say the least.
Downing another swig of water, Jaune took a glance back to the court. Thinking about spanking Nora's ass had given him a sudden burst of energy... and competitiveness.
"Hey, Ren," he asked, "How about some one-on-one?"
Ren grinned, taking up the basketball as the two of them went back to the court for a rematch.
She always took a moment to get into character before a stream.
Online, there was no "Nora Valkyrie." The girl who loved vintage cartoons and thrift store dives wasn't ever on camera. No, on camera, she was ThunderGoddess, a girl with equal quantities of curves and energy, a voluptuous sexual fantasy for her viewers. And taking one more glance at herself in the mirror, checking her hair and makeup, and making certain that her outfit was showing plenty of cleavage, she was confident that she was exactly that. It wasn't her usual getup: Pyrrha's stream had a BDSM specialty, and so Nora was dressed in an outfit to match the host's. A tight corset was doing wonders with her bust, long stockings were showing off her thick thighs, and while black leather wasn't her usual look... she looked hot, and that was what mattered. With a leather collar to complete the look, she was in performance mode, and that meant she took on the identity of ThunderGoddess. Playfully sexual, always ready for a fun romp, and utterly delighted to let the good boys and girls in her audience see her tits, ass, and pussy!
She could hear Jaune and Pyrrha doing their final checks of their setup, verifying that the video and audio was coming through perfectly. Pyrrha was such a perfectionist, and Nora adored that about her protégé---forced her to keep up her own game! Though... last night, Ren had been really teasing her, just mercilessly edging her while whispering into her ear all the naughty things Jaune and Pyrrha would be doing to her, how big Jaune's dick was and how ruthless Pyrrha would be to someone trying to steal her man, all while not letting her cum! ...But in his teasing, Ren had mentioned something that still gave Nora jitters. He referenced how Nora and Jaune used to live together, and hinted at a future where the four of them shared a place. Yes, it was part of a fantasy where Nora would be kept as a pet instead of roommates, but holy shit, the thought of merging her channel with SexySpartan, the thought of just being one happy group with the three people who made her the happiest in all the world?
Ooooh, that thought had her feeling real turned on now, and just in time! Jaune had just asked if she was ready for the stream to start, and now that it was time, time to let ThunderGoddess take over as she confidently took her place outside of the camera's view as Jaune and Pyrrha started the stream.
Showtime.
"Hey everybody!" Pyrrha waved at the camera, dressed in a white version of Nora's outfit, "It's me, SexySpartan, and I am so happy to see you all here today! And from a look at the chat, you guys are just as excited as Jaune and I are, because today..." she drummed her fingers along the desk, "we have a very special guest..."
"Yep," Jaune said with a grin, "Some of you long time viewers might remember---ha, I see you, SunDragon---I actually got my start on a different stream, back before Spartan and I were together. And that stream belongs to someone who's done so much for Spartan and I, not only in promoting this channel-"
"But also in getting the two of us together!" Pyrrha added with a giggle.
"-and so we were absolutely thrilled to learn that she wanted to guest with us. If you haven't guessed already, today, we're joined by-"
"THUNDERGODDESS!" Nora cheered as she swooped into view, squeezing in between Jaune and Pyrrha as she thrust out her tits to the camera and let the chat go wild. In fact, a glance at the chat told her that her appearance was as appreciated as it ought to be.
ClearBlueWaters: THE GODDESS IS HERE!
SnowAngel: I already have two fingers in my pussy
WINchester: Let's break the internet!
RedLikeRoses: Room for two more fingers, SnowAngel? ;)
StoriesNeverEnd: Capital. Simply... capital.
Yep. She was hot, and the stream knew it. Donations were coming in and Nora was thrilled to see, not only that she was recognized for her queenly presence, but that Pyrrha was doing so well. She remembered how nervous Pyrrha was for her first stream, constantly asking for advice and, just seeing how her initial efforts had evolved into something Nora was envious of... well, she felt a lot of pride to see her little bird flying so proudly now that she was out of the nest.
"Thank you, thank you," Nora said to the camera, "You are all so sweet, just so sweet to be so supportive of me and my friend, Spartan. I am thrilled to be here and to finally get to play with this luscious redhead..."
She impulsively reached out to honk Pyrrha's tits and give her a kiss on the cheek as she squeaked in surprise. Nora giggled, giving Pyrrha's boobs a nice jiggle for the camera.
"Hey," Jaune laughed, "Don't try to steal my girlfriend from me!"
Nora batted her eyelashes at him. "Oh? Will I be punished for it?"
"You sure will!" Pyrrha cried as she playfully dove at Nora's chest, giving her a vicious honk in payback. Soon, the two of them were play-fighting, groping at each other's exposed flesh until-
"Girls."
Ohhhh, that did something for Nora! Maybe it was from being on camera and in-character, maybe it was because she was curious about Pyrrha's whole BDSM thing, and maybe she had a bit of a crush on Jaune, but all three of them together meant that when Jaune got stern, her body snapped to attention, almost as quickly as Pyrrha's did! Something the chat didn't miss.
ClearBlueWaters: Thunder immediately took to Jaune's command! THEY! R! DESTINED!
SnowAngel: I am dead. Jaune said one word and I died.
DisciplinedDisciplinarian: Seems to me that Thunder could use a lesson until she responds as well as Spartan does.
GoodestBoy: i am so here for the spanking
MonkeyKing: PUNISH THEM BOTH!
SilverEyedSoccerMom: They're so cute when they're submissive!
PinkLotus: DEMOLISH THUNDER'S ASS!
Seeing the chat respond to their display put Nora back into camera mode. Grinning, she looked at the camera. "Why's everyone so eager to see me punished?" she mock-whined, "I can be a good girl, just like Spartan!"
"Well, we'll see about that," Jaune chuckled as he got up from his seat, "Because we have a special surprise challenge for you, Thunder!"
Nora turned to Pyrrha, who had a very satisfied smile on her face. They'd offered to let her in on the challenge, to make sure she had a free option to refuse if it went too far, but Nora knew these two: they were sweethearts, and they practiced their kink responsibly. She could trust they wouldn't put her too far into this, and besides... she wanted her reaction to be genuine.
As she turned, she was very much reminded that Pyrrha ran a bondage stream as Jaune revealed a pole with a ring on top... and a pair of dildos jutting out from the base. Impressively large dildos, even by Nora's standards, and she prided herself on what she could take up the ass.
"The contest is simple," Jaune said with a wolfish grin, "Each of you simply has to pull forward and grab the ring in front of you," he held up two orange pool toys, less than a foot in diameter, "With whoever grabs the ring first being the winner. But the complication is that you'll both have a leash attached to your harness that connects the both of you together. You're pulling against your competitor, who's pulling you into..." he gestured towards the dildos, the meaning clear.
"Sounds fun," Nora chirped, looking at Pyrrha, "I knew you two would cook up something interesting!"
"And the best part is," Pyrrha said, her voice smoky and seductive, "the winner gets to join Jaune and doubleteam the loser!"
Nora took a quick glance at the chat, seeing that the audience was really into this, particularly those who were pulling for one of them or the other. Well, Nora wouldn't lie: seeing ClearBlueWaters going nuts for her was very touching, and it reminded her that she couldn't let her fans down and lose now. And it also made her think that a little trash talking might really get the chat going!
"Well," she laughed, "Spartan might be the more athletic of us, but the chance to shove this little beauty up her ass..." she lovingly stroked the thick purple rod, feeling the bumps and ridges that would surely wreck either of their assholes, "I think I just have to go all out!"
"Don't think I'll go easy on you just because I'm stronger," Pyrrha replied, a challenging note in her voice, "I've been wanting to fuck that ass since I first became a camgirl, and I think my fans deserve as much."
"Oh, believe me, Spartan," Nora grinned, "I think your fans would love to see the Goddess of camgirls put you in your place."
Getting up, both girls revealed that, besides their stockings and garters, they were bottomless, their already-wet pussies flashed at the audience as they moved to where Jaune had set up the space for their competition. Getting down on all fours, her butt held high as Jaune hooked a leash to her collar and ran it through the ring, Nora shivered in anticipation. An anticipation heightened as she backed up to give Jaune enough line to hook Pyrrha as well... enough line that Nora was now backed up to the point her butt was making contact with her incentive to not lose.
Nora could feel the tip of the dildo, cool and slippery with lube, pressed against her asshole. She was accustomed to toys, even big ones, but Jaune and Pyrrha had taken that into account---these were big, and the sense that she wouldn't be pushing it into herself, but rather, have her body pulled into it by Pyrrha, made it a very different experience. She felt a tingle of adrenaline, knowing the camera was watching, her fans were watching, Renny was watching... and knowing that she was about to compete, head to head, with the single most competitive woman she'd ever known.
"And... GO!"
With Jaune's command, Nora immediately sprang forward to scrabble towards her ring, only to realize her mistake---moving forward too aggressively, she didn't have enough contact with the ground as Pyrrha began her own, powerful charge, far more accustomed to the physics of such a challenge. Nora squealed, feeling her body pulled into the dildo as it split her open! She could feel every bump and ridge as it pushed into her ass, her feet digging in hard to keep it going more than an inch further.
Nora might not have been the scholarship athlete, but she was also a woman who benched well more than anyone at her gym believed she could until she showed them. There was a powerful body lurking beneath the huge tits and spankable ass, and she was not going to give this contest to Pyrrha! Gritting her teeth, she struggled to move forward, feeling the dildo start to retract from her own ass... and from the squeal she heard, Pyrrha's ass was getting introduced to her dildo!
This was Nora's real strength in this competition. Pyrrha wasn't used to this kind of play, even if her BDSM games might be more intense than what Nora got up to on streams. Because Nora loved taking it up the ass. She did it with Ren, she did it on streams, and her streams had given her a lot of experience with big, bumpy dildos like this one! Inching forwards, she saw the ring just barely out of reach as she tried to claw her way to it, but Pyrrha just- wouldn't- let- her...
And worse, Pyrrha's renewed pull meant that they were now in a back-and-forth seesaw of advantage... which meant that the dildo was moving in and out of Nora's ass, and what once was her advantage, her love of assplay, was now becoming a problem as she was getting really stimulated, and it felt really, really good! Hearing Pyrrha's grunts of exertion, Jaune's gleeful commentary as her position grew weaker, the knowledge that everyone was watching her lose-
"Oh- oh fuck, oh gawd, oh..." she bit her lip trying to hold it back, to no avail, as she suddenly screamed, "OH FUCK!" as she came... and in climaxing, her grip slipped, Pyrrha charged forward, and Nora was impaled on the dildo with a wild squeal as she entire mind exploded from her climax.
Tongue lolling from her mouth, utterly insensate to the world around her, all Nora was aware of was the dildo rammed into her ass. She'd never taken anything this big, this fast before, and she'd never... never came like this. She was almost completely out of it as Jaune and Pyrrha unlatched her harness and helped her off the dildo. As Jaune helped Nora up, she, still in a daze, didn't miss the puddle that she'd left behind.
"You okay?" Jaune asked softly, beneath the notice of the microphones, as he raised her up in his strong, gentle arms. God, Pyrrha was a lucky girl...
"Keep the show running," she murmured, then gave him a grin. "I was promised I'd get to fuck you, after all..."
Jaune chuckled, as Pyrrha pulled forward to give Nora a hug of good sportsmanship, then a kiss of good sportsmanship, then Nora groped her ass, all in the cause of good sportsmanship. She was about to go back to the camera to take some requests from the chat, until she felt Pyrrha tug at her arm.
"Ahem," Jaune said, "The contest isn't over yet, Thunder. You did lose, and there's a penalty for that..."
It was then that Nora saw that Pyrrha had a strapon in her hand. One she was affixing to her hip with a cocky grin. Nora was still out of it from her climax, but she was a consummate professional while the camera was on. Particularly because she knew Renny was watching, watching her get overpowered by Pyrrha and now, helpless, and due to be taken by her and Jaune... she could picture him, watching the screen with rapt attention, his rock hard dick in his hand as he stroked himself at the sight of his girlfriend in peril...
For Renny, she would do her best.
"Oh, n-no, J-Jaune, Spartan!" she wailed, "I- I don't have the strength to- OH!"
She was cut off as Jaune surprised her with a black silk stocking that he pulled around her eyes as a blindfold. Before she could do anything, she felt Pyrrha's lips crash into hers, the sexy Amazon taking advantage of her dazed state to really make out with her. Nora just sank into Pyrrha's attention, letting her take charge and put on a good show for the cameras. The blindfold meant that she couldn't see the chat, but she could still hear the dings of donations coming in, and she knew they were enjoying this just like she was.
"You were a little too out of it to notice," Jaune's voice cut through the darkness, "But we have a Patreon incentive where our Patrons get to vote on something for each stream... and this time? They voted for how each of your holes should be used. And you'll never guess what you've just won..."
Jaune and Pyrrha suddenly both grabbed Nora by her shoulders and spun her around, her earlier disorientation combined with the blindfold left her dizzy and confused as she was forced back down on her hands and knees, not knowing forward from backwards or up from down, completely lost... until she felt Jaune's cock slap her across the face.
"I got your mouth!" he sang.
"And I got," Pyrrha cheered as Nora suddenly felt the strapon between her thighs, "the last hole you haven't been fucked in!"
Pyrrha punctuated her remark by driving her strapon forwards and plunging it right into Nora's pussy. The sudden penetration made her cry out in surprise and pleasure, and with her mouth open... Jaune just plunged right in.
In the darkness of her blindfold, Nora was caught on both ends, with Jaune's dick--- fuck he was big!---invading her throat as Pyrrha pounded away at her pussy. All she could focus on was the force that was driving through her as both of her friends sawed away into her, making Nora gurgle and moan as her already well-used body had no ability to resist the waves of pleasure that crashed into her, again and again, battering her composure, battering her sanity, as she choked on dick and got railed by Pyrrha.
She felt a responsibility to the stream, to her professional reputation to try and hold on, but still caught in a whirl of action and pleasure and darkness, Nora could hardly think, much less imagine what the chat might think, seeing her get so overwhelmed, so utterly unmade by these two! All she could think of was that Ren was seeing her-
That brief thought of Ren, of Ren watching her get reamed by this duo, fulfilling all of his cuckold fantasies, suddenly overcame her entire mind and sent Nora all the way over the edge, her whole body quaking from the orgasm as she gobbled Jaune's cock, feeling his balls slap her chin as she desperately milked him for his seed. As he released, pumping a hot load of cum right into her belly, Nora slurped it all down, knowing that Ren, her Ren, was watching. She felt Jaune and Pyrrha withdraw from her as she gasped for air, the blindfold removed as Jaune quietly asked, again, if she was okay...
A bit of an amateur move, she had a safeword and signal that they prearranged, but Nora waved off his concern. She had to see the chat.
Swaggering up to the computer as best as she could with Pyrrha and Jaune supporting her, giving the audience a clear view of the fuckdrunk mess she was, her makeup a mess, her whole body exhausted, an utter wreck of a girl who'd been ruined by these two sexy beasts. Jaune and Pyrrha were saying something, but she was scanning the chat.
SoundNotSight: hearing her choke on your cock...
SnowAngel: Cumming. Cumming. Cumming so hard. Cumming.
FemmeFashionista: OMG, you wrecked her! So glad I voted you facefuck her
ClearBlueWaters: My thundershipping heart is broken... but my dick is rock hard
RedLikeRoses: sooooooooo jealous of THUNDER!
And then she saw the one she was looking for.
PinkLotus: I think... I think that was the hottest thing I've ever seen.
And Nora just swooned.
"Come on, are you seriously telling me, if you had a choice between Blake Belladonna and Nebula Violette, you'd decide it based on personality?"
Jaune chuckled. "I don't know what to tell you," he said, "but I'm really looking more for a relationship than a hookup, so if it's not a mission-"
"Ok," his companion cut him off, "let's say it is a mission---your choice, we go after Blake or we go after Nebula, what do you-"
"Blake, easily," he admitted without hesitation, "I saw one photo of that ass, and I know who I'm hoping Cinder sends us out against."
"Okay, that was an easy one." Emerald smirked, "But... Blake Belladonna or Pyrrha Nikos, who would you..." her voice trailed off as a note of disapproval crept in. "Do you seriously not know who Pyrrha Nikos is? Jaune, you've got to start reading those dossiers I put together!"
He shrugged, sheepishly. "I look at the pictures," he admitted.
"Gods!" their last companion suddenly exploded, "Is sex and ogling all you two ever talk about!"
Emerald shot her an annoyed glance. "No. Why shouldn't we?"
"Mercuria..." Jaune said, knowing something was wrong with their silver-haired assassin, "We can change the topic if it's making you uncomfortable-"
"No, it's not making me uncomfortable, it's just... AAGH," she exploded, "you guys are just so frustrating!"
She threw up her hands and stormed out. Jaune stood up to go after her, only for Emerald to catch his hand and stop him.
"Let her go, Jaune," she advised, "Mercuria... she's got some things to work out on her own."
Jaune didn't like the sound of that, but he knew to trust Emerald. She was his spotter, and she was much better at understanding emotional situations that, Jaune would freely admit, he was often a little slow on.
The two of them were a team, working together to take down targets selected by their leader, Cinder Fall. But unlike Mercuria and Cinder, who used more violent methods, Jaune and Emerald were subtle operatives who used... less traditional methods. Namely, seduction. Between the two of them, and their Semblances, Emerald would track targets and use illusions to put them in the mood, then Jaune would pounce on them, overwhelming them with pleasure until, dizzy on unbelievable erotic pleasure, they became a loyal asset for the Queen. They'd become very close pulling this scheme off, and Jaune and Emerald had shared more than a few women in their time.
So he sat back down. It felt like the moment had been lost to go back to their game of ranking the top babes at the Vytal, so Jaune wasn't sure what to do, other than sigh and take a look around their hotel room.
It was a nice room, but... well, it wasn't like Jaune was looking forward to staying in a student dorm as they infiltrated the school, but at the same time, it'd at least be a change from hotel rooms. They all had a weird, surreal feeling to them and made Jaune feel a little uncomfortable, spinning through room after vaguely different room as they conducted operations across Mistral and Vale.
Fortunately, Jaune didn't have to come up with something to change the subject because a change in subject was brought to them. Namely, Cinder had entered their hotel room.
Both of them stood up in a hurry. It wasn't like Cinder to come to them, and Jaune wasn't sure the right way to show deference to their terrifying leader.
Cinder was a frightening woman. She was a ruthless strategist and capable of intimidating her way into getting whatever she wanted in the criminal underworld, and Jaune was more than a little afraid of her. It was the one thing he did not understand with Emerald: her crush on the woman who could have them reduced to ash with a single moment of disapproval.
"Emerald?" she asked, her voice quiet, but hinting considerable force, like a coiled snake, "I would like to speak to Jaune privately."
Like a coiled snake readying to bite him, personally. Emerald was gone in a flash---not that Jaune could blame her, he wasn't exactly sure he'd do differently if the tables were turned. But as the door shut with a click, he was left alone in a room with the fearsome femme fatale.
"Umm... so is this-"
She cut him off. "Jaune, I want to speak with you briefly about your priority targets for the Vytal Festival."
He nodded, silently, happy to just listen and nod and not have to come up with words.
"As you know, Mercuria and I have been tracking the Fall Maiden, and that you and Emerald are to move against her once we find out what role Ozpin has her playing in securing the Festival. However, I have developed a list of secondary targets I wish for you and Emerald to bring to our side while we work on tracking her down. The information has been sent to your scrolls."
Jaune checked his scroll, seeing eight headshots with a basic set of background information. Easy enough targets (and he couldn't help but smile to see the face of Blake Belladonna was one of them), but there was a question in his mind that he couldn't keep silent.
"Um... Ma'am?" he asked, already knowing this was a mistake, "I don't see why you needed to, uh, speak with me privately about this information?"
"Jaune," Cinder said, her eyes scanning him analytically, the way that made him feel like she was effortlessly vivisecting him, "I would also like you to have sex with Mercuria, and-"
"What!" Jaune said in alarm, realizing too late he'd interrupted Cinder Fall, but now that he'd done it, he had no choice but to roll forward. "Cinder, if it's not for the mission, I'm not going to sleep with someone who isn't-"
"She's been in love with you since you recruited her. You're just too dense to notice, and the angst is causing problems for me."
That shut Jaune up.
Mercuria was... Mercuria was in love with him?
Cinder gave him a look so icy that it made Jaune wonder if her Semblance might have control of both sides of the temperature spectrum. "I am extremely aware of the limitations of your ability to detect whether or not a girl has feelings for you."
Jaune cringed at that. Cinder didn't tolerate weaknesses, and, as the part of the team most concerned with the feelings of women, for him to miss something this big for so long... it was no wonder Cinder sounded so pissed off.
He quietly nodded, and, though he didn't like the idea of targeting a friend like she was a target, Jaune knew that Cinder wanted results. And... if she actually was... in love with him... Jaune would be sure to do everything he could to nurture and reciprocate those feelings. To make her feel all the love she'd been longing for.
Mercuria strode down the hotel hallway, hands stuffed in her pockets, shooting a withering glare at everyone she passed by.
She hated places like this. Ever since she got picked up by Cinder's team, she'd gone from the unbelievably shitty situation with her dad to these... fake places, full of phonies. She knew it was an improvement over living with a sonovabitch like her old man, but she certainly didn't think these places were good. Everyone here was so fake and artificial, it made Mercuria want to retch.
Rich old men with trophy wives who were just praying that the geriatric idiot who paid for their boob jobs would die already so she didn't have to sneak around any longer with the poolboy. Corporate fatcats who thought that money meant they were smart, not realizing they needed an army of yes men and golden parachutes to keep their fragile egos from exploding.
Ugh. Phonies. Mercuria hated phonies, and she hated that everyone in her life was so...
Well, not everyone.
There was a pain in her soul that Mercuria had thought had been long since stamped out. She was supposed to have learned that there was no such thing as a good man, that it was all just a front for opportunities of cruelty. More fakeness to lull her into a false sense of security.
But Jaune... Mercuria had known Jaune for long enough to realize that there wasn't any inner darkness that he was hiding from her. He was just... Jaune.
He seduced women for advantage, but once he wasn't on a job, Jaune was nothing but a gentleman. Kind. Compassionate. A bit of a dork, but so willing to just listen to her problems.
And Mercuria knew she was blowing it with him.
Like earlier in the evening. She'd interrupted him and yelled, threw a fit, and stormed out. Why would he ever bother with a bitch like her? Not when they would soon be at Beacon, where he'd surely find a girl as kind and sweet as he was, a girl who actually deserved him. And she'd have nobody to blame but herself. For expecting him to do all the work instead of finding the tiniest scrap of courage to admit to him that she was in love.
Love. That wasn't supposed to be something for her, but here it was. She'd fallen in love with Jaune Arc and sharing hotel rooms with him had only made that more painfully real. Not just watching him sleep, his broad, handsome chest rising and falling in a gentle arc, but all the ways he showed his kindness, the little ways he made Mercuria feel special even though she was just part of Cinder's team. Checking in on her, fetching treats when she was feeling down, just... just being someone who listened in a cold and indifferent world. She dreamed of how special he'd make her feel if she was dating, dreams that would only ever be dreams because she couldn't help herself from being a bitchy cunt all the time.
She sighed. She'd reached the door for their room, and she knew Jaune would be in there. She had to make it seem like she wasn't upset. Well, that she was upset, but not about what she was actually upset about, because she didn't want Jaune to know that she was just an idiot who was ruining her own life rather than admit that she had a crush on a boy.
Mercuria hated herself sometimes.
Mercuria hated herself a lot of the time.
But with another sigh, she grabbed the doorknob and stepped into the room. Which she immediately realized had been cleaned up from her and Emerald's usually messy ways, but more so, there were a bunch of lit candles? Was this some weird thing Emerald was doing now? Whatever it was, Mercuria didn't want to have to deal with it, even if they did smell really nice.
Storming into the room, though, she also realized that Emerald wasn't there. Just Jaune. Her and Jaune. Alone in the room. He was lying on the bed, and Mercuria had to look away to avoid blushing. But she could still hear the springs creak as he got up.
"Jaune," she blushed, "I don't want to talk right now, so-"
But he didn't let her finish that sentence.
Because he had suddenly wrapped his arms around her, making Mercuria realize she could feel his heartbeat against her back, making her blush furiously at the closeness, but what should have inspired panic, anger, any other fight or flight response... was drowned out in how nice it felt.
"Mercuria..." he said, and her name sounded so nice in his voice... She wanted to hear him call her by her name a million times, but... it wasn't to be.
Feeling sullen, she instead decided to pout. "Stop... stop touching me," she protested, "I don't-"
"Shhhhh," he shushed her, and Mercuria was immediately silenced by it.
"Mercuria," he said again, "I think you have to be honest with me... and yourself."
Oh no. Oh no.
He KNEW!
But before she could panic, could struggle out of his grip, Jaune held her tightly, and suddenly... Mercuria felt the smolder of his gaze upon her. Fearfully, she looked up into his blue eyes where she felt all the walls she had put up, the ice in her heart, every defense she had... start to melt under his gaze. He knew.
And it was wonderful.
Cautiously, she wrapped her arms around him, feeling how strong he felt underneath her grasp. Yes, Mercuria was the assassin and by far the better fighter, but Jaune just felt strong in a way that made her feel safe in his arms. Safe enough to finally admit the truth.
"Jaune, I... I love you," she whispered, her voice so quiet it was hard to believe she spoke.
Until, of course, he kissed her.
He leaned forward and met her lips with his own, drawing her down into an endless trail of love and lust, her mind unshackled from fear for the first time in her life as she felt that anything was possible, anything at all.
She knew he was a seducer, knew that there were dozens of other women that had been his target, but tonight... tonight, Mercuria could pretend that she was his one and only. That she could have everything she had ever wanted.
She could have...
"Jaune?" she asked, a hint of fear creeping into her voice, "Can- can I..." she was blushing furiously, her voice dropping to a shameful whisper, "Can I call you 'daddy?'"
She tensed, expecting Jaune to be incredulous or to call her a freak or just cast her aside like she deserved, Jaune just rubbed her shoulders. "Of course," he said, so very gently, "anything for my little princess."
And Mercuria melted.
"Oh, daddy," she moaned, feeling like Jaune, no, Daddy was wiping away all those miserable years with that wretched man as he cradled her in his arms, "I know I'm not supposed to want you, but there's nobody else I've ever wanted. All I want is to be my daddy's good girl, "
"And your daddy will never leave you behind," he soothed as Mercuria started to cry. She was just... she was just so, so happy!
Blinking away tears, Mercuria knew she wanted to make this moment special, to have her first time with Daddy be just how she dreamed of it, gazing into those deep, cerulean pools as he held her...
She kissed him, feeling his lips on hers, strong and masculine, making her feel so small and delicate in his arms. He was so powerful and yet, so gentle with her, Mercuria could only moan as she surrendered to him.
He lovingly lay her down on the bed and stripped her naked. Mercuria hated the feeling of being exposed, and as he revealed her metal legs, she cringed, the fantasy shattering in an instant.
"Jaune, I-" she started, apologetically as her words failed her, "I'm- I'm sorry, I don't-"
"Shhh," he whispered into her ear, "I know. And I want you to know... you're beautiful."
Ohhhhhhh, Mercuria's eyes rolled in her head at the sincerity of his words. He meant it. He really meant it, that he didn't find her legs to be ugly, an eyesore, a hindrance. He was gazing at her, at all of her, exposed to his sight and he thought she was beautiful.
With a giggle, she slipped back into her imagination, thinking she shouldn't be naked, but here, with Daddy gazing upon her, she didn't attempt to cover her breasts or her pussy. She only hoped that she was pretty enough... she didn't have an ass like Emerald or tits like Cinder, but from the look on Daddy's face... she knew she was beautiful.
"Please... Daddy..." she whined, "please don't tease your princess! She needs you... needs you so bad!"
He laughed as Mercuria squirmed on the bed, her needy pussy begging for attention, but he was quick to undo his belt and let his pants fall to the floor, revealing Daddy's penis to her. Mercuria wanted to cry again, knowing that when she received it, it would be the happiest moment, the moment when her old life would be washed away like a bad dream as Daddy pushed all those mean old thoughts out of her head!
As he crawled onto bed, he seemed so powerful, so massive over her, and the hardened assassin couldn't help but feel like she was just a small, soft little girl beneath him. She felt her daddy's breath, hot and strong, on her neck, making her shiver with desire. It was only a moment before her hopes were rewarded, and her daddy's perfect, manly cock was roughly shoved into her pussy!
Squealing and squirming, she felt as Daddy's cock pushed its way into her, claiming her virginity and making her a woman.
Making her Daddy's woman.
She gasped.
It was perfect. All of it was perfect. She was- she was a woman now! His woman! His cock was filling her pussy and splitting her open, tearing down all those old, ugly parts of her life, replacing it with a new beginning, a beginning that Daddy was creating for her!
He was whispering things to her, precious, beautiful things, about how he'd love her forever, about what a good girl she was being, about how beautiful she was, and Mercuria was in heaven! She was so happy, she wanted to cry, cry that she'd finally found the happiness she thought she'd never get, that she wasn't good enough to ever deserve. But Daddy didn't see her like that. Daddy loved his princess, and he made her feel like the specialest, most beautiful girl in the whole wide world!
She wrapped her legs around him, but it didn't matter that they were ugly metal. They pulled Daddy in close and let her feel him even tighter against her---how she got them didn't matter, that man, that part of her life didn't matter anymore! She- she had something new here, something sweet and loving and giving her so much pleasure! Crying out with happiness, she kept him entwined within her legs and arms, holding him tight!
With a gasp, she realized that Daddy's cock was tensing up inside her, and it made her feel like she was the luckiest girl, too! He was about to- he was about to cum in her! To fill her up and make her his forever! Forever and ever! Oh, she couldn't wait, couldn't- c-coudn't- OH GODS YES YES YES YESSSSSSSSSS!
They came together, the sensation of Jaune, of Daddy's rich cum flooding her pussy immediately brought Mercuria over the edge as she experienced the singular, perfect moment of knowing that not everything in her life had to be horrible. That she could have better, that she deserved better... and that Jaune was here to give it to her.
As he gently removed himself from her, Mercuria giggled, feeling the spell break as she realized she'd just fucked her coworker. No wonder he was such an excellent seduction specialist---if he'd wanted to, Mercuria would have babbled endlessly just to keep that cock inside her, confessing to all of her worst and dirtiest secrets... actually, that could be pretty hot, her as a prisoner and Jaune interrogating...
But Mercuria's thoughts were interrupted as she realized that what she was picturing in her head wasn't just her and Jaune... Cinder was there too. The two of them, tied up together, being made to confess to Inspector Jaune what naughty girls they were and how right he'd be to punish them...
She shook the fantasy out of her head. Surely she didn't... she didn't have feelings for Cinder---that was Emerald's deal! Mercuria had Jaune, and that was all she needed. She curled up into her lover's arms, tracing a line of kisses up his chest. He was such a good man, and so, so good to her. So much better than she ever thought she might deserve...
"I love you, pumpkin," he said, kissing her forehead and making her heart burst.
"Thank you," she whispered, tears in her eyes, "thank you... Daddy."
Emerald almost had to laugh from what she was hearing outside her hotel room. Mercuria was a kinky girl, once Jaune's Semblance opened up her true self to the world, and Jaune was such an obliging sweetie to give her what she'd obviously been begging for since they'd first picked her up and added her to the team.
Really, she was happy for the both of them. Mercuria had finally stopped trying to be cool and aloof and just admitted that she was in love with Jaune, and Emerald was happy that her bro got to score. She found Mercuria annoying, sure, but now that she'd gotten in touch with her submissive side, maybe she'd be a little bit less of a pain in the butt.
Ah, but that got to the real problem Emerald was feeling.
It wasn't jealousy, not exactly, but it was the feeling of knowing that her bro was scoring while Emerald was sadly frustrated.
Ahhhhh, it just wasn't fair. Well, it was fair, Jaune was a professional ladies man, an expert at seduction working at a level that Emerald knew she couldn't hope to meet, but still, try explaining that to her libido... and that thought made her think of something else her libido wanted.
Going to the elevator she punched the button to take her all the way up, to where the real bigwigs stayed... like Cinder.
Damned if Emerald wasn't obsessed with Cinder. Jaune had proven himself to be a true bro by helping her gain some perspective on the whole thing, but accepting that she had a massive crush on her boss only made it easier to handle. It certainly didn't make it go away.
What she wouldn't give for Cinder to reciprocate her feelings! To see all her service was dedicated to gaining her approval, to being someone held in her esteem, and perhaps... someone Cinder might, possibly, think more of?
But that was just fantasy. Not something she should waste time dwelling on. Stepping to the door to Cinder's suite, Emerald-
Emerald heard something from inside. She heard... she heard a moan.
It wasn't possible that Cinder could be this careless about privacy, b-but... she had to... Emerald had to keep watch. She had to stay by the door and make sure... nobody else heard anything. Right?
Keeping her ear to the door (she had to be prepared in case Cinder came out, of course!), Emerald eavesdropped on what was increasingly clearly her boss's masturbation session.
"Ohhh, ohhhhhhh," she moaned, and Emerald had to stifle a whimper that she couldn't be there, helping her beloved Cinder right now, "How do you not, haaaa, how do you not realize I'm in love with you, you idiot!"
Emerald stiffened. Cinder... Cinder was in love with someone? How was that... possible? Literally nothing about Cinder "ice-in-her-veins-as-she-incinerated-her-rivals" Fall suggested that there was anyone she had ever been in love with, but more so...
What lucky son of a bitch was dumb enough not to reciprocate Cinder "literally-smoking-hot" Fall's affection?
"Oh, Jaune! Jaune! I love you so much, Jaune! "
Ah.
Yeah, he would be dumb enough to not get it.
Well, damn, Jaune, Emerald had to give it up for him. Yeah, she hated that Cinder had eyes on another, but, really, Emerald was more shocked that Cinder had feelings for anyone at all that this actually felt like it opened more avenues than it closed. In fact... she was starting to get an idea to form in her mind...
But, of course, she had to stand guard for a little while longer. It certainly wouldn't do for someone to discover that Cinder had feelings, of course!
"Oh, Jaune," Cinder whined, "You're the only man who'd ever accept me for who I am, for what I truly desire... the only man who would ever understand that I need to be dominated, to be owned by you, my sweet, kind Master!"
Okay... very unexpected, but Emerald wasn't exactly judging here...
"You'll, ugnh!, you'll make me, oh yes!, wear only a collar and stick a tail in my ass and tell me I'm your good doggy! Oh yes, I'm your good girl, Jaune! Your g-goOD G-GIRL! ARF ARF ARF AAAAAAAAAAARRRRF!"
Barking like a dog, she came explosively, and Emerald had never thought that Cinder of all people was a closet submissive... and, specifically, that her fetish was to be praised for being a good dog. But Emerald... Emerald could work with that. Yes, yes, she could very much work with that. Licking her lips, she imagined Cinder naked except for her collar and leash, a tail plug in her ass and unable to speak, just barking playfully as Jaune scratched her ears and gave her treats for sitting up and begging.
Yes, Emerald could picture it perfectly, and Emerald knew, if she could make it happen... well, maybe Jaune wouldn't mind letting his closest bro dogsit for him, once in a while. Or maybe, treating Cinder like one of their targets, the two of them working in tandem to get her off...
Yes, Emerald had a very good plan in the works... she'd just have to talk to Cinder in the morning and then she could make the first step towards making all her dreams come true.
It was hard not to be awed by Pyrrha.
Ruby had known her since she was 15, a teenager full of dreams of heroism and so utterly out of her depth for the realities of being a Huntress, when Pyrrha was a four time champion, a superstar celebrity that Ruby adored even before she got to learn what a sweet, humble, and kind person she was. Four years at Beacon had done much to emphasize the real girl, the always apologetic, unfailingly cheerful fox Faunus who'd become one of Ruby's closest friends, but at the same time... Pyrrha never stopped having the presence of a celebrity. Particularly as "the Invincible Vixen's" fame had only grown.
A lot of that had to do with Jaune. Going through Beacon, as Ruby began to discover that she had feelings, non friendship feelings, the really special boy-and-girl feelings (well, Blake and Weiss had the same kind of girl-and-girl feelings, but- nevermind!) she immediately realized that she and Pyrrha seemed to be on a head-on collision. Even though Weiss insisted everyone was stupid if they thought for a moment that Pyrrha might have feelings for her partner, Ruby could see that well... they spent a lot of time together. Pyrrha was very... affectionate with Jaune. And even though Yang insisted that Team RWBY would beat Pyrrha up for Ruby's sake... Ruby knew that competing with Pyrrha was... she was Pyrrha!
That, and Blake added that they'd probably lose.
But it had been Pyrrha who had approached Ruby. Had told her that she got the sense that Ruby liked Jaune. Like- liked Jaune, and... and she encouraged it. Told Ruby to pursue him, even helped her out, having Ruby join them for training sessions on the roof, asking Ruby if she wouldn't mind "tutoring" Jaune in weapons development, privately, and she'd been the one who pushed Ruby to finally tell Jaune that she liked him.
From there, the two of them had started dating, and it was clear that Pyrrha couldn't be happier for them. When Jaune and Ruby got married after graduating Beacon, there had actually been a fight between them for if Pyrrha would be a Bridesmaid or a Groomsman (Jaune had won, but Pyrrha did go to Ruby's bachelorette party). So Pyrrha had been a mutual friend of theirs that had been a part of their lives from the beginning of their relationship. But even with that level of familiarity... Pyrrha was still Pyrrha. A multiple time world champion. And when she said she needed to talk with them about an important matter, well, it was hard not to feel a little... awed to see her, even in their living room, sharing coffee in a totally ordinary situation.
Pyrrha didn't keep them waiting, though, setting down her mug and launching right to the point.
"I think I should start by explaining that in fox Faunus culture, it's... unbecoming for a vixen like myself to ever get married, or even have a boyfriend."
"Oh Pyrrha!" Ruby gasped, about to say "That's awful," but then realizing that... this was Pyrrha's culture, and if she'd learned anything from sharing a room with Blake for four years, there were a lot of bigoted views that came from assuming that "Valean human" was the definition of "normal."
But Pyrrha didn't seem to take offense. "I understand, it must seem strange, yes, but it's my culture, and I do cherish it."
"So..." Jaune hesitantly spoke up, "You're just... not allowed to be in a relationship? That seems... really hard."
Pyrrha shook her head. "It's not that I'm not allowed to be in a relationship, no. I just can't get married or have a boyfriend. But a vixen, particularly one as accomplished as I am," she fluffed out her tail in pride, "would be expected to seduce the husband of another woman and carry out an affair."
Jaune spat out his coffee; Ruby just sat there dumbfounded.
"I know," Pyrrha said, a familiar blush coming across her features, "It's not the... easiest thing to explain, but I'm a modern Faunus---I don't want to hurt the people I care for, and I don't want to have sex with anyone I didn't care for... and that's where you come in."
Her eyes met Ruby's, her piercing emeralds cutting right through Ruby before she could put up any defenses, hide any of her most secret inner thoughts before she said-
"I wouldn't want to do anything unless both of you consent, and, more so, that both of you were happy with this arrangement."
"I..." Jaune stammered, his words locked in his throat, "I don't- I'm not going to cheat on my-"
Ruby would have felt proud of how reflexively Jaune stood up for the integrity of their marriage, especially when asked by someone like Pyrrha, who not only already had a strong emotional attachment with her husband, but was also... a very beautiful woman. Very beautiful, the kind that gave Ruby some small, worried voices of jealousy in her head back when they were at Beacon. But she wasn't feeling proud because Ruby wasn't feeling anything, so stunned was she to hear that Pyrrha was soliciting them for a... for a what?
But Pyrrha moved in quickly to explain. "I don't want to come between you or cause problems for your marriage! I would understand if you didn't think this arrangement would work for you," she said, a pleading note in her voice that tugged at Ruby's heartstrings, "but... I... I wanted it to be you. The both of you. I don't want to hurt your relationship---I want to help it. To bring in my talents as a vixen to ensure the both of you have a strong, loving, and enjoyable marriage. Even if unorthodox-"
"I'm in," Ruby said, startling the table, Ruby included.
"Ruby?" Jaune said in surprise, "You- you don't have to- I mean, I wouldn't want you to feel you had to-"
She shook her head. "No, I... I know it sounds weird, but Pyrrha made so much of our relationship possible. From the beginning. And I want... I want Pyrrha to be happy, too." She smiled at her Faunus friend, who blinked away a few grateful tears as Ruby took her hand. "You're a very lucky man, Jaune, but... I'm a really lucky woman to have you. And I think... no, I know Pyrrha has our best interests at heart, and I trust you both. If... Pyrrha being our vixen makes us all happier... then why should I stand in the way?"
"Thank you," Pyrrha said, dabbing away at her eye with a tissue, "I... I admit, I was really, really nervous about telling you, but I... I couldn't imagine being with anyone else. Jaune?"
Jaune blinked in surprise, not expecting to be brought into the conversation so quickly. "I... I mean if Ruby's okay with it, I guess..."
"Jaune," Ruby said, giving her husband a warm smile, "you don't have to lie on my account. Go ahead---tell Pyrrha the truth."
Blushing, her husband glanced away before fixing his courage, a slight grin on his face, and answering, "Okay, yeah... I really wouldn't mind having sex with Pyrrha."
It was weird. And not in the way that "permitting another woman to sleep with your husband" was weird. It was weird how... good Ruby felt to hear that. That she was helping out Pyrrha, that she and Jaune had a relationship that could endure a variation from the norm, and... and she wouldn't lie. Ruby had always found Pyrrha to be an attractive woman. A very attractive woman. And she'd be lying if she wasn't imagining what Jaune and Pyrrha might do together, but... well that was hardly an appropriate thought for right now!
Their arrangement had... actually started off pretty well. Actually, really well. Pyrrha had done a lot to make it easy, ensuring that Ruby never felt like she was threatened. For one thing, Pyrrha had become much more involved in Ruby's life, which she had to admit, she really enjoyed. Pyrrha was a great girlfriend just to hang out with, and she'd made sure that Ruby was emotionally supported, just as Jaune did.
And in the bedroom... it was clear that Pyrrha's skills in training Jaune weren't limited to just the arena. Their sweet, awkward fumblings soon turned to virtuoso performances, where Jaune's tongue, fingers, and oh Maidens his cock were turning Ruby into a puddle of lust. It seemed that every night Jaune spent with Pyrrha gave him some new technique to try on his wife, and Ruby was grateful for the instruction. She felt almost a little embarrassed how little they knew about sex before Pyrrha stepped in to teach them. Well, to teach Jaune, who then taught her, she supposed.
But overall... having a vixen was turning out really well! She kept it secret, though she figured, of her friends, Ren and Nora probably already knew (RWBY had a bond as tight as JNPR's, but as Yang had noted, they had a "weird connection" that was almost telepathic) and Blake, an expert at sniffing out salacious secrets, had been giving Ruby some knowing looks. But would telling Weiss or Penny or Yang be---actually, she really shouldn't tell Yang, who already had a bit of a grudge against Pyrrha for a few tournament finals. But for the rest of them, this was just... a nontraditional relationship. One where Ruby and Jaune were very happy.
But Ruby never really forgot the memory she had that first day in the coffeeshop, thinking of Pyrrha and Jaune... together. It had started as just a small thing, but with time, her imagination had run wild. Pyrrha's body, gloriously naked, her tail curled and fluffed to tantalizingly obscure her breasts and pussy like a fan dance, all for a married man... her married man... It was a thought that came to Ruby at times, completely unbidden and sometimes awkwardly.
Like right now.
She had had to make a quick trip home to grab her toolkit because she had forgotten that the Armory in Vale didn't have the right kind of sprockets she needed for Crescent's mechashift---she had gotten used to being Pyrrha's friend and getting a champion's access to premium equipment as a given---only to discover that she wasn't the only one home.
Noises from the bedroom, unmistakable noises, told her exactly what was happening. She- she knew that today was one of Jaune and Pyrrha's... visits, but she hadn't ever really thought about these details. Until now. She thought about how Pyrrha looked naked, her breasts unencumbered by anything more than flimsy lingerie, or her husband, bearing down on her, his muscular body sweaty from the exertion of a marathon session of lovemaking, but never... never where it took place. Not until she got home and realized the obvious option of it happening... happening in her home. In... her bed.
And they had no idea she was here. She was creeping, slowly, closer, all thoughts of sprockets forgotten because of something far more important. Something conjured from her mind and made real, undeniably real...
She could... she could hear them... m-making love...
"Oh yes, Jaune, yes!" Pyrrha's voice echoed down the halls, "Take- take me like a bitch! Fuck me, use me, I'm your dirty fox and I need your cock!"
Ruby realized that she had to go. Had to leave. That she couldn't- couldn't listen to this any longer as she leaned against the wall, her legs suddenly feeling very heavy, a pounding in her head that was making it hard to think as her heartbeat just thudded away without mercy. Her husband was having an affair. She- she knew about it, even gave it her approval, but hearing it made it all so, so different.
"Maidens, I- fuck, you nasty slut, you love being fucked!"
"I do! I doooooooo! Pull my tail, Jaune, pull it, pull it, PULL IT!"
Pyrrha's scream seemed to echo through the house and all the way into Ruby's core. And Jaune... hearing him so... so dominant and rough with Pyrrha... Pulling her tail? Did Jaune... did Jaune like that? And- and they were still going? Ruby could hear the rhythmic creaking of the bed that told her Jaune was still going at it, still fucking Pyrrha, his vixen...
Her vixen. The other woman...
Leaning hard against the wall, Ruby closed her eyes as she heard Jaune and Pyrrha's gasps and moans, their grunting noises of pleasure. She couldn't help it. Couldn't stop herself from comparing it to her memories, what Jaune sounded like when he was with her... and then a horrible truth dawned on her.
Pyrrha had been training Jaune in how to have sex, how to truly make love... and he, in turn, brought it to Ruby. Which had made Ruby's sex life far more enjoyable, but from his perspective... he went from this vivacious vixen to his wife, the clueless little schoolgirl who didn't know the first thing about sex, didn't have the body Pyrrha had. Ruby was no longer 15, but the stigma of those two years still clung to her, the kid sister of RWBY and JNPR, and frankly, in the end, her body had not developed like Yang's. While Pyrrha was- was a literal supermodel! She was sexy, while Ruby... was Ruby.
The kid, tagging along, n-not really belonging there, j-just tolerated b-because people- people felt sorry for her!
It was at this point Ruby realized she was rubbing herself. Adrenaline spiked as she ripped her hand away, her eyes darting to see if anyone had seen her, a bloom of shame rippling through her entire body as she dashed down the hall, out the door, resolving that she absolutely would not, could not ever again catch herself eavesdropping or, or, or...
Or she didn't know what would happen!
But it seemed that Ruby couldn't bring herself to stop listening. In fact, it slowly became a bigger and bigger fixation, where she had to know about every one of their trysts. Every time she wasn't with Jaune, she imagined Pyrrha just... pouncing on him, taking advantage of Ruby's absence or... or Jaune seeking her out, needing real satisfaction after having to pretend with Ruby.
Not that she wasn't trying! Ruby was horny, so horny, all the time now, and she was quick to turn to Jaune to relieve it. At first, to remind him who his wife was, that Ruby Rose could hold her own, even against Pyrrha! B-but as time went on... Ruby couldn't help but compare herself to Pyrrha. Pyrrha's body would make this outfit more enticing, Pyrrha's natural grace would give her the sway needed to be seductive, Pyrrha's talents in the bedroom, which Ruby listened to again and again, would please Jaune far more than she could.
Jaune was sweet. Adoring. She had no reason to think she was disappointing him from how Jaune treated her. No, Ruby was the one disappointed. She measured herself up to Pyrrha and found herself wanting. And as she started making more of an effort to eavesdrop, she realized... she was enjoying Pyrrha and Jaune's sex life more than she was enjoying her own.
That revelation was a game changer. She'd long since stopped trying to deny herself and would quietly masturbate while listening, whether in the hall or hiding in the closet, giving Jaune some flimsy pretext for why the house would be just him (...and his Mistress) while Ruby was out for a few hours. Silencing her moans, remaining perfectly still, using all her skills at body control that a sniper needed in the field, Ruby would lie in wait for her husband to welcome his vixen into their home and make real love to her. The only thing that could really get Jaune off... and Ruby too.
The problem, though, was that Jaune and Pyrrha had many places to make love, while Ruby really only could spy on their sessions if it happened in her home. She could try following Jaune, but... he was a master Huntsman, like she was. He wouldn't notice Ruby hiding in her home turf, but he would notice if he was being followed, and besides... something about hiding in her own home just made it so much hotter.
So she... she started to try to find ways to entice Pyrrha to stay in the house. Her first attempt had been equal parts subtle and pathetic, taking Pyrrha with her to buy a new bed set. Selecting a high thread count, asking for Pyrrha's opinion on which looked best for a bedroom, and pursuing whatever had her approval like a dog. She'd made sure to have Pyrrha "try the bed out" after she'd changed the sheets and had, less subtly than she might have hoped, mentioned that her input was needed, because she used this bed almost as often as Ruby did.
Ruby had to masturbate herself silly after Pyrrha left, she was so turned on by how embarrassingly pathetic her behavior was. That whole time... Pyrrha must have picked up, seductive vixen that she was, that Ruby... Ruby wanted Pyrrha to sleep with her husband even more often.
And it didn't stop there. Ruby, being a good friend, suggested that Pyrrha really ought to start keeping some clothes over at their place. After all, she and Ruby had---and she had to stifle a moan when she said this---two very different figures. But when Pyrrha, so grateful for Ruby's approval that her eyes sparkled with tears, had brought over sleep shirts and pajama bottoms, Ruby had to "surprise her" with a gift for... for Patch Independence Day where she stocked her vixen's drawer with lingerie and outfits for the bedroom.
Insisting that this was a gag gift, a "haha, here's something for some bedroom fireworks" and trying to play it off as normal... it was humiliating. Humiliating and arousing, particularly because she had to tell both Pyrrha and Jaune the same excuse and hope she didn't come across as some kind of desperate perv saying this idiotic lie while clenching her thighs together, just knowing that the two of them would be discussing this later... having a laugh at how weird Ruby was being while her husband dominated his fox's pussy...
But it had worked. Jaune and Pyrrha no longer used motels, no longer used Pyrrha's place, no longer went anywhere else than where Ruby could "catch" them. They made love at home, in Ruby and Jaune's marital bed when Ruby made up reasons for why she'd have to leave the house for a while.
This was the arrangement that held for a while. Pyrrha's seductive allure seemed to only increase as Ruby watched her steal Jaune away, inch by inch, until Ruby ceased having sex with her husband altogether. It was a foregone conclusion---Ruby knew that he was thinking of Pyrrha when they made love, comparing Ruby's feeble, inexperienced efforts to the goddess he was sleeping with. After all, Ruby was consumed with thoughts of Pyrrha while she tried to make love to her husband, and she'd only ever overheard them. But it was enough to tell Ruby that Pyrrha was taking care of his needs now, and Ruby was better suited for just masturbating in the closet. Gods, was she ever---she'd never had such orgasms, hiding behind her clothes, hearing Jaune and Pyrrha together, making love like Ruby never could. She'd even gotten herself a fox tail of her own, a toy to shove up her ass, feeling how... how much less she was than Pyrrha as she rubbed herself to the sound of her vixen and her husband.
And so, perversely, Ruby's sex life had never been better. Same with Jaune's, that was for certain, and all the while, Pyrrha and Jaune were also fulfilling all of Ruby's emotional needs, as a friend and a husband, and she was... as humiliated and pathetic as she was, Ruby was happy. It stayed well, for a while, until...
"How do you feel about bondage?" Jaune asked, his voice muffled by the closet door, but the thought came through, crystal clear and forcing Ruby to bite her hand to keep quiet.
"Ooooh, sounds fun. Thinking of doing a fox hunt?" Pyrrha gave her sexy tail an inviting waggle.
But Jaune laughed. "Maybe in the future, but for now... how about we start with you blindfolded and gagged?"
Yes. Oh, yes, yes, YES!
"I'll get some of my ties from the closet."
Oh no. No, no, no!
Ruby heard him step toward her as her combat training kicked in, a desperate need to find something, anything that could hide her, could save her from-
The door opened, light spilling in... and revealing the wife hiding from the both of them, in the closet, bottomless, with three sticky fingers jammed in her cunt.
Jaune stared. Ruby's eyes went so wide in horror, she was afraid she was about to blast him with her silver eyes. Neither had anything they could figure out how to say, either Jaune to make sense of it or Ruby to explain why she was half-naked in the closet with a fake fox tail jammed up her ass, her fingers already in her pussy.
"I was wondering how long it would take you to come to terms with your true feelings," Pyrrha mused quietly, breaking the silence.
Both of them turned to look at her, wholly unable to say or do anything until their brains had a chance to reboot. So Pyrrha, with a kind, gentle smile, got up from the bed, walked over, and crouched down to look her in the eye. In spite of everything, Ruby felt... felt relieved to see Pyrrha's gentleness. She felt like... like a naughty child who'd been caught outside mommy and daddy's room, not a wife seeing the woman who was having an affair with her husband.
"I wanted you and Jaune to get together from day one at Beacon, Ruby," she explained "I did it because I believed the two of you truly had something special, and I'm so happy to be a part of your relationship, but I also... had a selfish motivation. I wanted Jaune to end up with someone who had a... fetish for what I'd one day ask of them."
Ruby blinked, surprised to hear it spoken out loud, but... but of course. It was obvious. Obvious to Pyrrha before it became obvious to Ruby, but... but from the beginning... this was what she wanted.
"Do you want to watch?" Pyrrha cooed, "Watch this toned, athletic, feminine body," she gestured with her hand, showing her large breasts, her taut tummy, and her long, elegant tail, all things Ruby couldn't compete with... couldn't give to Jaune, "make love to your husband? Do you want to see a real woman steal him away, take your place in the relationship, in the home, steal everything you love... and then thank me for it?"
Oh gods!
"Yesssssss..." she moaned.
There was nothing else she could say.
She sat on the chair and watched.
That was all she was allowed to do.
She wasn't to touch herself, wasn't to masturbate. Wasn't to speak unless spoken to. Just watch.
Watch as Pyrrha rode Ruby's husband with an athletic vigor Ruby could never have matched. Watch as her gorgeous vixen, bouncing in his lap, gave him pleasure beyond anything she was capable of. Watch as her marriage was made a sham, watch as her husband was stolen away, watch as she lost herself in her fantasies of shame and humiliation. Pyrrha was facing her, looking at her, looking at the lesser woman she so effortlessly outclassed, her bouncing tits taunting the flat little girl sitting and watching, her gushing pussy, clenching around Jaune's cock, proclaiming who truly had him as her man.
It was hell.
It was heaven.
It was Ruby's life now.
And she wouldn't change it if she could.
"Oh, oh, oh, OH JAUNE!" Pyrrha squealed, erupting in front of Ruby with an orgasm more beautiful and passionate than anything Ruby could do with her fingers. She whimpered at the sight, remembering how Jaune's cock used to feel inside her... before it became for Pyrrha only.
Panting as she caught her breath, Pyrrha glanced up to give Ruby a smile, half-taunting, half-grateful, a "thanks for lending me your husband, you pathetic bitch" smile that sent spasms all the way through Ruby's body.
She had picked out the lingerie Pyrrha was wearing. Had done her hair and makeup earlier that night. "Who better knows what a man wants than his wife?" Pyrrha had said, making Ruby's thighs clench. She wasn't just... Pyrrha's assistant, but Jaune's wife. And that made everything so much hotter for the three of them, for Jaune, his vixen, and his hopeless cuckquean wife. As Pyrrha caught her breath and went back to riding Jaune's cock, milking it for his seed, Ruby could only think of how perfect she looked, particularly with her freshly-shaven bush, which Ruby had asked Pyrrha, her cheeks burning the whole while, if she might have the honor of cleaning up for her. So she might better enjoy the sight of her husband's dick pistoning into his real lover's superior pussy.
It was no wonder that Jaune came, far more quickly than Ruby could have achieved, not that she had opportunities to compare anymore. He just... pumped shot after shot into her pussy, a worthy receptacle for his cum, as he cried out... he cried out, "Oh, Pyrrha!" his voice ringing with love and adoration for his vixen, his perfect, beautiful vixen!
Ruby's eyes rolled in her head, but she wasn't allowed to cum. Not yet. Not without permission. A g-good wife d-didn't cum without permission. So she just clenched her thighs and watched as Pyrrha and Jaune caught their breath, leaning against each other, their perfect bodies glistening with sweat as Jaune's strong arms wrapped around Pyrrha's waist, her tail gently tickling his side.
"Jaune, dear?" Pyrrha lazily asked her lover, "Your wife's been such a good girl... I'm thinking she deserves a treat."
"Oh?" Jaune asked, giving his wife one of those warm, loving smiles that first made her fall for him when she was 15, "What were you thinking?"
Pyrrha placed a finger to his lips. "What should we do for a pathetic little cuckquean bitch who can't hold her husband's interest..." Ruby quaked with need, every insult striking home and turning her on so much! "Oh, I know! Ruby! Cum!"
The order from her husband's mistress had only just reached her ears when her body involuntarily complied. She gushed, squirted, absolutely lost all control of her body as Ruby experienced an orgasm stronger than any she'd ever had before in her life. With her legs splayed uselessly, her panties soaked through, forming a puddle on the seat... she looked pathetic. A joke. A useless wife-bitch who would never enjoy her husband's cock again!
Gods, she loved Pyrrha.
And Pyrrha loved her too. Pyrrha and Jaune both. With sex finished, the both of them came over to gently massage Ruby, reassuring her that she was their precious Ruby and, though Ruby was far too cummed out of sense to really make sense of what they were saying, she felt very much loved in the moment.
She felt the soft press of Pyrrha's lips on her forehead, something that never failed to make her sigh with pleasure.
"It's customary for a vixen to give a gift to her cuckquean for her husband. In a traditional relationship," Pyrrha explained, "it is to mock the woman who doesn't realize her inadequacy, but for you..." she gave Ruby another tender kiss on the forehead, "I want to give you a gift that tells you how much I love you. How important it is that I'm your vixen."
"Wha-what d'you mean?" Ruby slurred in dull confusion.
"You'll see soon enough," she tittered, "but don't worry---your place here is always secure, and I will never stop taking care of your husband for you."
"Mmmm," she sighed, "Love you... love you so much..."
"And we love you too," Jaune said, giving another kiss to Ruby's forehead.
As they both put their arms around her, Ruby felt that wonderful, inexplicable mix of love and warmth and humiliation and shameful inadequacy and arousal... but most of all, she felt a sense of belonging, the helpless little cuckcake of the two most wonderful people she'd ever known.
"Hey Rubes, it's Pyr!" she said into her scroll, "I'm picking up dinner on my way home, you want something?"
Ruby was silent for a moment before her voice finally came through. "I w-would like my h-husband's cum... from your pussy... please," she said in a breathy rasp.
"Oh excellent!" Pyrrha said, feeling Jaune's cock piston into her, making even Pyrrha's legendary composure struggle not to cry out in pleasure. "We'll have an order up, real soon! Oh, Jaune?"
"Mmmmmh," he grunted, mostly focused on fucking Pyrrha.
"Your wife wants you to cum in my pussy for her. Anything you want to say to Ruby while she's on the line?"
But Jaune shook his head, grabbing Pyrrha's hips with both hands and just giving it to her! Now she really couldn't keep it together!
"Nnnnnnngah, oh, Ruby, I'll have to call you back! It's g-getting really close to done, though! See you soon!"
She hung up before Ruby could even say goodbye, but not before Pyrrha began her long, orgasmic scream of pleasure, set off as Jaune grabbed her tail and pulled, just like she'd taught him. She had trained Jaune into a magnificent specimen, a true stallion of a man, the culmination of all the potential Pyrrha saw within him in the Emerald Forest.
As she slumped forward, her tail swishing in triumph, she felt Jaune groan as he released and pumped her full of his warm, virile seed. A fine treat for his sweet, darling wife, especially since Pyrrha couldn't do anything with his seed. Not for another few months at least---they had visited the doctor earlier that day, and Pyrrha was so excited to show Ruby the ultrasound of the baby she would be having with Jaune. Pyrrha planned to reveal it to Ruby once she was done eating from Pyrrha's pussy, with her face a mess of Pyrrha's juices and her husband's cum. She knew Ruby would get off on her gift, probably even have a naughty forbidden orgasm from her shame and humiliation. But Pyrrha would be a forgiving vixen and not force Ruby from their bedroom to sleep in the hall as punishment. It was a joyous occasion, after all.
Particularly because the ultrasound told them that Ruby and Jaune would be getting a little baby girl. With a gorgeous fox tail, a proper vixen, just like her mother.
This wasn't good.
Pyrrha struggled against her bonds. They were just... rope, nothing more, something she should have been able to burst out of with her normal strength, or incinerate with her Maiden powers, but she didn't have the aura reserves to do anything. Not since that Grimm... thing had gotten her.
She'd been overconfident. The exact thing Qrow had warned her about when she had accepted her powers from Amber, when she'd first taken up the role. But even this had been something she didn't think was possible---Salem's agents seem to have known exactly where she was going, but the only other people who knew that were Glynda and Ozpin. But even their ambush hadn't been enough to even the odds, but then they hit her with that black... thing. A Grimm type she'd never seen before, that seemed to drain her energy right out of her until she was too weak to even stand on her own feet.
When she'd come to, she was here, tied to a chair. The feebleness of her restraints stung like a mockery, an underscore on her failure. Still, she had to do something. Struggling in vain, she saw if she could tip the chair. Maybe if she could break it, she'd be able to free her hands, and, even if she didn't have her aura, she'd be in a better place if she could get out of her binds. Hell, she just wished the room wasn't so dark! So she could get a look around and see if anything was-
Her thoughts were cut off as she heard the door open behind her. Adrenaline pulsed in her veins, cold as ice water, as she braced herself for whoever, or whatever, was about to interrogate her... or worse.
They were smart. Letting her stew in her paranoia in those agonizing seconds as she waited for them to speak. The waiting was maddening as she ran through all the possibilities it could be. Cinder Fall, the woman who'd masterminded her ambush? One of her agents? Perhaps Arthur Watts with some kind of truth serum or other horrible device? Or maybe Tyrian Callows... Pyrrha didn't want to imagine what he might do with her while she was helpless at his mercy...
"Well, well, well... Long time, no see, Pyrrha."
That- that voice! It... it couldn't... couldn't be...
"J-Jaune?" she asked.
"I'm glad the Invincible Girl deigns to remember me," her former partner sneered, "I figured you had better things to concern yourself with once I was out of your life... after all, you didn't have much concern for me when I was expelled."
Every word was a dagger in Pyrrha's heart. Jaune Arc, her former partner, her crush, her single greatest regret and symbol of her total cowardice... When Weiss had discovered Jaune's forged transcripts and brought them to Glynda, back in their first year, Pyrrha had meant to intervene, to leverage her position as the Maiden candidate to try to compel them to let Jaune stay, to do something for the man she loved before she left his life forever, but... But Ozpin had told her it was no use. That without her coaching him, he'd surely flunk out. She would be leaving him either way, so... so it would be for the best if he could leave now, quietly, with his dignity intact.
She had been a coward. She was so caught up in her imminent departure from Beacon, that she hadn't objected. That she accepted Ozpin's reasoning. And then, she left Beacon as well, to become the Maiden, too ashamed to ever ask what became of her former partner.
"Jaune..." she said, her eyes tearing, "I'm so sorry! I never, never meant for you-"
But Jaune cut her off with a scoff. "Easy to be apologetic now, isn't it? Not when my future was on the line. You were in the Headmaster's inner circle, you could have changed everything!"
Pyrrha wished she could just look him in the eye and show him her contrition, let him know how much her failure had eaten her up over the years. "But- but Jaune, I wanted to-"
"Save it!" he spat, "I found a team that appreciates my talents. It turns out, my Semblance---yes, I was able to discover my Semblance once I was in a place that valued me---gives me a keen understanding of aura. And Salem knows the link between aura and the Grimm. Together, the two of us were able to devise new Grimm. I believe you met one of my creations, yes?"
Pyrrha's blood grew even colder at the revelation that Jaune could create Grimm. A Grimm that was capable of utterly neutralizing her...
"Really, that I have a place in her service would be payment enough, but Salem is... generous. When I wanted revenge, she promised me that I'd get all I ever wanted. And I had a list... a list of those who'd betrayed me. I think you can imagine whose names were on there..."
A dark pit formed in Pyrrha's stomach. A memory of a recent tragedy, a Huntress, a former friend from her Beacon days who hadn't come back from a mission. "You don't... you couldn't..." she begged.
Everything she knew about Jaune told her that he couldn't be so cruel! He was- he was her friend! The one man who looked at her like she was a normal girl! He was kind, and- and sweet! Not... this!
"Weiss was my first, of course," Jaune chuckled darkly, confirming Pyrrha's worst fears, "You'll find she has a very different attitude towards me now, but like I said, my Mistress is a generous leader. I bet you're wondering how I knew how to find you... a very guarded secret, yes, one I had to put quite a bit of work into extracting from the woman," his voice became a terrible snarl "who expelled me!"
"Miss... Miss Goodwitch?" Pyrrha gasped in disbelief. It couldn't- she'd met with Glynda just before leaving! She hadn't... unless- oh no...
But Jaune just laughed at her dismay. "Yes... but don't blame her too much. Yes, I know how much it burns to be betrayed..." he let the word hang like a knife over Pyrrha's heart, "But you'll understand shortly that she didn't really have a choice. I have other Grimm I've devised, Grimm that you'll get to meet... right now."
Pyrrha suddenly felt a wet slap across the back of her neck, something cold and slimy... and wriggling. She struggled against her bonds in panic, but adrenaline wasn't enough to rouse her drained stamina, not before she felt a sudden, sharp jab.
"What..." she asked through gritted teeth, "what are you... doing to me?"
"Oh... you'll start feeling it in a moment... just about... now."
Suddenly, Pyrrha felt a flame inside her! Like her Maiden powers were suddenly reignited, her strength coming back to her! Except... except there wasn't any strength in her arms. Or any of her muscles. Her body felt as weak as before, but her soul felt like there was a potent energy inside her, her nerves tingling, her teeth practically chattering from this bound potential.
"My Semblance can amplify aura and Semblances," Jaune explained, dispassionately, "The sort of skill that would have been a good complement to a team like JNPR... but it also enables me to, with the Queen's help, craft Grimm that can interfere with aura... letting them devour it, but also, shape it in... certain ways..."
He let his meaning hang, but Pyrrha was already starting to feel her inner energy curdle within her. Her nerves felt overcharged, like she could feel even the slightest movement of the air on her skin. She was so sensitive, even slight movements made her body light up from the friction of the ropes against her wrist or even her clothes against her skin. Was this- was this some kind of poison? Was he setting her up to be tortured? She didn't understa-
Suddenly, she felt Jaune's hand grip her shoulder, and Pyrrha cried out! It wasn't pain, but the suddenness and intensity of his touch sent bolts of pure sensation rippling across her skin, jolting any thoughts from her mind except the sensation of his touch.
"My, my, my," he chuckled, his words vibrating in her entire body, "You're even more sensitive than Weiss!"
"Wha... wha's happenin'" she slurred, her tongue dull and artless, lolling in her mouth.
"We're getting started."
Without any warning, Jaune's hands suddenly moved from her shoulder to her chest, her overcharged nerves causing her to howl as he roughly groped and squeezed her. His fingers felt like they were just pouring pure, unadulterated pleasure into her system as his teeth grazed her neck. For all Pyrrha knew, she came from it, but it was impossible to tell when she was just so overwhelmed by his touch.
How many times had Pyrrha imagined this? How many fantasies of her crush losing control and just taking her? It would take out the agony of her waiting, remove her need to be the first to act, to take the plunge and tell him of her feelings. She couldn't disappoint her parents and sponsors or anyone if he- if he took her. She had always been so afraid when she was in Beacon, so afraid all the time, well, now she had it.
As swiftly as he'd started, Jaune suddenly withdrew, leaving Pyrrha whimpering in dismay before she even realized what she was doing, her body involuntarily bucking to be closer to his touch.
And Jaune just laughed.
It was a wicked, cruel, mocking laugh, and Pyrrha cringed in desperate shame. She could feel her soaked thighs confirm that she'd gotten off on getting molested while helpless, and Jaune delighted in her humiliation.
"You're pathetic," he spat, "All this time, I thought you were someone incredible, someone so impossibly out of my league that I was lucky you'd even give me the time of day. You have no idea how great I thought you were. How much I believed in you, only to learn you didn't give a shit about me."
"Jaune, please!" Pyrrha begged, "I never- I wanted to help you, I just- I'm sorry!"
But Jaune wasn't moved by her pleading. "Just stop," he growled, "I know everything that happened. I heard it firsthand from Glynda. Ozpin just had to tell you no and that was it. You were happy to be his little puppet, to be the big hero, and you didn't want to jeopardize that by sticking up for your partner... you fucking bitch."
The way he said that... it felt like he'd struck her across the face. But Pyrrha, so overwhelmed and exhausted by the effects of Jaune's Grimm, just took it. There was no strength, no fight in her. A dark voice whispered, "You deserve this," and nothing inside her could rebut it. She felt wretched in a way that was total and despairing.
"Well, guess what?" Jaune asked. She felt the squish of the Grimm on her neck, evidently, Jaune was touching it. "Grimm chemistry is quite fascinating when guided by my Aura Amp... you have no idea what I can do with my toys..."
She tensed, a dark pit of fear roiling in her gut from his words. Her body was still so woozy from the first test, but now she could feel something... something else flooding into her bloodstream. Something that made her whole body tremble.
"Please..." she meekly whimpered, knowing that it was hopeless, but was so afraid of what was coming next. "Jaune, I... I l-loved you..."
She could only hear silence in response, but she could tell that Jaune had paused from her words. But then she could feel his anger behind her, trembling through her entire body.
"And yet," he growled, "that wasn't even enough to convince you to stand up to Ozpin. What did you even know about him, huh? You have no idea what that pompous, manipulative windbag hid from you. From everyone. But you never thought to question him, question this whole rotten institution!"
Pyrrha's body suddenly seized up as she felt Jaune press on the Grimm parasite and her body suddenly became almost electrified by the touch. She felt her nerves light up, her mind fraying once more from the intensity of it all.
"You deserve this, Pyrrha... you deserve all of this," Jaune said darkly. "But you're a smart girl... or at least, I thought you were. So we'll see if you'll figure out what my little friend is putting into your blood right now."
She could feel her heart beating faster, her breathing become thick as panic swirled in her mind. Utterly at Jaune's mercy, not knowing what he was truly capable of, not even wanting to imagine it. Pyrrha whimpered as every motion felt amplified in her body
"Y-you're-" she gasped, "M-making me... horny..."
Jaune laughed. "No, not quite," he said, "Well, I am, but that's the effect of my Semblance... it's amplifying your sensations. Neat little trick I figured out, with Cinder's help..." In spite of everything, Pyrrha couldn't resist feeling a stab of jealousy from the way she said that witch's name. "But no... the Grimm poison in your veins does something else you'll find out very soon."
Pyrrha struggled against her bonds. Not to escape but from a desperate need to put some friction to her needy pussy. She tried to hump the chair, whimpering in dismay. Suddenly, with a gasp of surprise, she felt Jaune's fingers slip up her skirt and press on her swollen clit. She sighed in involuntary relief, a small part of her mind reassuring her that Jaune would help her, that she could still trust Jaune. He slipped his hand into her panties and Pyrrha couldn't hide her pleasure at it, her wet slit practically sucking Jaune's fingers in, desperate for relief. But as he rubbed her, the friction of his fingertips amplified beyond belief, Pyrrha began to notice something.
Horror set in as she realized what the Grimm poison was actually doing. Desperately, shamelessly humping Jaune's hand, begging for relief, but realizing that it wouldn't come. Refusing to accept this, Pyrrha's mind had been quite replaced by her animal instincts, and that drove her to a more and more shameful display of desperate lust. She moaned like a whore, bucked as hard as she could to take his fingers almost to the hand, anything that might give her the release she needed.
Jaune pulled his hand out, displaying his slicked fingers to her. Pyrrha whined and squeezed her legs together, trying to replace the pressure, but a wild thought in her mind told her that if she made him happy, he would let her off. She needed to make him happy. His happiness meant everything to her.
Pyrrha leaned forward, as far as she could go while bound to her chair and wrapped her lips around his fingers. She tasted her juices as she tickled his fingers with his tongue and sucked him clean in an act of faux fellatio. He needed to like her, needed- needed-
She knew how to end this.
"Please..." she moaned, helplessly, around his fingers, "puh-please..."
Jaune withdrew his finger from her mouth, Pyrrha lamely trying to suck it even as it was gone. He lay his hand on Pyrrha's shoulder, and she wasn't able to resist nuzzling her cheek against it, desperate to feel his body against her.
"Oh?" he asked, mockingly, "Please what?"
"Please..." she whined.
Jaune struck her across the back of the head. "Stupid bitch!" he shouted as Pyrrha cringed, "I asked you a question! Please what, bitch!"
Pyrrha whimpered. She... she had lost. She was lost. Utterly beaten and helpless and defeated. All she had to do was overcome this last indignity, wallow in her own pathetic failure, and he would release her...
"Please... fuck me," she rasped, "Fuck me, Jaune... take your revenge and fuck my brains out... turn me into one of your mindless whores so I can make it up to you... with my body. Use my tits and my cunt to make me apologize for being such a stupid bitch... I deserve it... I'm a whore... I'm a whore... I'm a whore..."
With every phrase, she further and further debased herself, but she felt liberated by it. Between her arousal and exhaustion and guilt and regrets, Pyrrha knew her mind was truly broken as she chanted her new mantra, a mad giggle forming deep within her as her hips rolled with desperate need. Everytime she announced her new status, Pyrrha felt her miserable, useless, old identity disintegrate. She wasn't the Invincible Girl. She wasn't the Girl On The Pedestal. She wasn't the Fall Maiden. She was a whore. A dirty slut of a girl who needed to fuck and suck and get her tits slapped.
"That's much better," Jaune said, and Pyrrha giggled stupidly, just happy to hear he was pleased with her. "I think you've earned yourself a treat."
"Oh thank you, thank you, yes, yes, thank you, Jaune," she said in delirious, enraptured delight.
Her joy soared in her heart as she felt Jaune untie her from the chair. He dumped her out of it, unceremoniously, her jellied legs unable to support her weight in the slightest as she simply toppled onto the ground. The shock of the fall, with her sensitivity so high, was intense, but as unsteady as she was, Pyrrha desperately padded forward, turning herself over to look up.
For the first time in years, Pyrrha saw her former partner. It was Jaune. Undeniably Jaune. The man she'd fallen in love with in the Emerald Forest, a few years older, his expression more cruel than Pyrrha could have imagined, but it was him. And Pyrrha, so broken and desperate for something to cling to, couldn't stop herself from smiling as she looked upon him. He had violated her in unimaginable ways, but Pyrrha was happy. She deserved it, after all.
"Please, Jaune," she said with a wild and delirious giggle, spreading her legs invitingly, "Puh-please let me show you... how sorry this whore is."
Jaune smirked, and Pyrrha thought her heart might burst. She madly clawed at her clothes, desperate to undress, to please him, to apologize with her body, fuck, just to give him a path to fuck her and finally let her cum! Panting with arousal, she tore her clothes to shreds, driven by adrenaline in place of aura, but still strong, and desperate, enough to undress herself.
That mad enthusiasm was brought to new heights as Jaune unbuckled her belt.
"Yes, oh, yes!" she cried, "Oh thank you, thank you, Jaune, thank you, please, I-"
Jaune froze. A snarl flickered across his face, and Pyrrha's heart dropped. She had made a mistake! He wouldn't- he wouldn't fuck her now! He'd leave her to go mad!
Wailing in despair, she desperately beseeched him. "I- I'm sorry!" she cried, "I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry! F-forgive me, Jaune! I- I'm a s-stupid b-bitch who n-never should have mistreated you! Please, I'm saaaaaaw-ry!"
Tears flowed freely down her face as she begged Jaune for forgiveness. But.. it seems her debasement was acceptable. Jaune- Jaune smiled at her, a wicked, cruel smile, but still a smile, and Pyrrha's desperately needy pussy throbbed at the sight of it. He revealed his cock and Pyrrha blessed it as he pressed it against her slit, so wet, so eager, so driven to please him, to-
"Take it all, bitch!" he snarled as he thrust into her and slammed his cock deep in her pussy.
"Oh FUCK!" she screamed, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh yes, Jaune, oh yes, don't stop, don't stop, DON'T STOP!"
"I'm never gonna stop!" he cried, "I'm gonna fuck this pussy every day! You're gonna spend the rest of your life making up for what you did to me, and you're gonna love it!"
"I am! I AAAAAAAMMMMMM!" Pyrrha squealed, "I'm gonna put out whenever, wherever, fuck, however you want it! I'm a whore, Jaune! A dirty fucking whore who needs to get fucked!"
"Took you long enough to learn!" he cried, raising his hand and slapping her tits, the force of the blow striking Pyrrha with an onslaught of pleasure. With a cry of "FuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUCK!" Pyrrha reached her explosive climax. Pumped full of aura and perverse Grimm chemicals, her sensitivity had been brought to unimaginable heights, and between Jaune's relentless teasing and her own fragile mental state, Pyrrha's mind was in no place to resist it. Fireworks flashed before her eyes, neurons bursting with senses of touch and taste and smell and pleasure and her poor brain was far too overwhelmed by the assault, shattering into a billion pieces as she came and came and came. She spasmed, twitched, jerked, and shuddered as she physically lost all control of her body, just as Jaune had taken away her control of her destiny.
He kept pounding away at her limp body as Pyrrha mindlessly bounced from his thrusts, drool leaking from her mouth as she uttered the occasional moan or giggle as her mind shorted out, unable to handle the bombardment of sensation. Her glazed eyes were unfocused, unable to track onto anything as her head lolled about.
With a howl of satisfaction at his conquest of the unconquerable, Jaune finally released, spraying his seed deep within Pyrrha's womb. Pyrrha's fuck drunk reaction was just to giggle as she felt the warm cum flood her, sparking the occassional flash of cognition of realizing that he'd cum inside her, and the odd remembrance that her isolated Maiden life had meant she hadn't been on birth control in years. I'm gonna be a mommy~ briefly flashed across her mind, though the thought was drowned out in cum-soaked imaginings of how Jaune was going to fuck her next. With those happy bubbles of thought occupying her brain, Pyrrha slipped into the darkness of unconsciousness.
"Yes, my Queen. The Maiden is ours now."
Pyrrha knew not to eavesdrop, but it was hard not to. Jaune was talking about her and he was happy with her, a thing that made Pyrrha ecstatic as she licked his boots. She cast a glance sideways to where Weiss was licking the other, the stupid slut too addled to listen to anything and know how smug Pyrrha was being towards her. Oh well, she'd just have to shove a dildo up Weiss's prissy butt to let her know how much better Pyrrha was doing than she was.
"Yes... and Glynda's information is still good. They'll start asking questions once their precious Maiden doesn't come back, but by then, Cinder and her agents will be in place, and Beacon's days will already be numbered."
Jaune was talking to a floating black Grimm thing. It wasn't one of the fun Grimm that Jaune brought into the bedroom, the kind that messed with their heads or made them all weak and silly as he used their whore bodies for his amusement. So Pyrrha generally ignored it, and whatever it had to say, instead focusing on making sure she was producing enough saliva so that Jaune knew that she was so very, very sorry for everything and that he wouldn't have any reason to be angry with her. Glancing upwards briefly, only briefly, not wanting to be caught being disobedient, Pyrrha couldn't help but gaze adoringly at the man he had become, the man she knew he would become one day. If only she hadn't been so stupid, perhaps she wouldn't be his fucktoy, but Pyrrha knew she couldn't change the past.
She was just so glad he was such an understanding and forgiving man. The sort of man she always knew he was.
Chewing on a piece of grass between her teeth and wondering if these darn winds would ever calm down, Vernal was enjoying yet another lazy day on watch. They were deep in Mistral, too deep for much to threaten them, and so watch duty was more of a means of ensuring discipline, part of Raven's insistence that the Tribe not get cocky. They were strong, but strength bred overconfidence... and that was how strong Tribes fell.
Still, boredom had a threat of its own. Scanning the horizon, Vernal idly wondered if there wasn't anything else she could be doing right now. Or if there was anyone else she could bully into doing this...
"Vernal!"
Speak of the devil...
"Hey Jaune!" she said as she turned, sizing up her fellow tribesman to see what mixture of peer pressure and bullying would be needed to get him to take over for her. Oh, it wasn't like that---she picked on Jaune, yes, but it was all in good fun.Or, at least, she made it clear that she was the only one allowed to pick on Jaune. "Whatcha up to?"
He took a moment to square his footing and make a nervous swallow. Oh no, she knew what was happening here...
"I want to challenge you to a spar!"
Vernal sighed. Jaune was a good guy, and she loved hanging out with him---he was the one who introduced her to how awesome books could be!---but he also had a bit of a complex about being adopted into the tribe as a child. They'd picked him up while traveling through Vale for... something Raven wanted to do about a man who'd presumably wronged her, but they found the little Jaune as the sole survivor of a Grimm massacre. Raven saw something in him and adopted him. A lot of the other members of the Tribe always saw Jaune as a bit of an outsider, but for Vernal, he was as true a member as she was, since they'd always been friends as they grew up together.
"Jaune..." Vernal sighed, "It's good that you don't give up, and really, it's impressive that you're so willing to get your ass kicked, but there comes a time when you've gotta admit that having me kick you in the balls again is not going to make you a better warrior!"
But he shook his head. "No, Vernal, I... I have to do this. There's too much at stake for me to back down now!"
She had, jokingly, made a bet with Jaune after their last fight left him literally pinned to the wall, one of her ring blades catching his shirt on the uppercut and leaving him dangling helplessly. After she finally let him down, she, jokingly, offered Jaune that she'd take his virginity if he could beat her next time... only for Raven to basically appear out of nowhere and, with a judgmental eye leveled on them both, said, "Do not forget that your words are binding," and then... just disappeared again like some kind of forest ghost.
Man, she was awesome...
But with that context, she really shouldn't have been surprised that Jaune would throw himself into his training at double time, and that he'd be so eager to challenge her to a rematch. And really, she couldn't blame him. She was hot, and they'd had a long relationship as friends... well, if "friends" meant her trying to train him in vain while he followed her around like a puppy dog.
But she couldn't just keep letting him get away with thinking he had a chance. In the Tribe, strength was everything, and that meant reputation mattered. It wouldn't do if Jaune kept acting like she was beatable, even if it was for the understandable motivation of getting to bang her.
"Okay Jaune," she felt her lips curl into a smirk, "We'll do this... but unarmed combat."
Jaune paled a little at that. It wasn't that his fistfighting was so much worse than his adequate swordsmanship, no. It was that, with weapons, fights were mostly driven by aura reserves, and there was a clear point to stop. But when it was just kneeing Jaune in the balls and then whaling on him with her fists until he cried uncle... she kept going until he cried uncle. And as Jaune took up his fighting stance, she made a point of slowly lowering her eyes to his groin, reminding him exactly where she'd be bringing the pain.
His knees quivered ever so slightly, and a quick glance upward told her Jaune picked up her meaning. With a grin, she sprang forward, taking an aggressive response she knew, now that his manliness was on the line, he had to attempt to meet head on. Mistake. It was a feint, and as Jaune threw a punch---hell, it was a nice, solid punch, he was really improving!---she juked backwards, dodging around his fist and closing the distance between the two of them.
But Vernal had to give Jaune some credit: he didn't fold when the first swing went wrong. Instead, he tried to catch her with a strike from his elbow, a smart move that he just wasn't quick enough with to really get her. Particularly unfortunate because she was already in place to get him with a rapid punch in the gut. And some more credit was due in that---he took the punch well. He was learning, and had improved miles beyond what he used to be at, but...
It just wasn't enough.
Pulling back, she baited Jaune into lunging forward again, but this time, he didn't take the bait, so instead, she made her own charge, forcing him to lurch to the side to try to catch her, but in doing so...
She grinned. Jaune's most key defense had slipped, and with his legs spread and her knee right in position, she raised it up for a mighty-
CLANG!
Vernal's jaw dropped as pain shattered her focus as her knee met steel, evidently, an armored cup had been what gave Jaune the confidence to challenge her this time.
"You got predictable!" Jaune cried as his fist raced forward to catch the stunned Vernal across the jaw and crumple her like a sack of potatoes.
Lying on her bed, nursing her bruises (when did Jaune learn to hit that hard?) Vernal appreciated the pampering she was receiving from the victor of their duel. No one else in the Tribe would offer such softness to a defeated foe, particularly one who now had a claim on her body, but Jaune... Jaune was just like that.
As he apologetically fetched her another cold compress for her knee, Vernal marveled at how little he fit in with the Tribe, even though he'd lived with them longer than he ever had with anyone else. Really, it was a wonder Raven hadn't stepped in, hadn't made it clear that there were certain expectations of behavior. That the strong ruled, that the weak were expected to either submit or die.
But there was something impressive in being such an open counter to the Chief's highest values and still being allowed to live in the Tribe. To prove his value, even as it seemed so meager to everyone else.
He... he really was special, wasn't he?
She'd known him for years, ever since he was the little crybaby who'd been adopted into the tribe. She'd beaten up the bullies who'd picked on him---she was looking to consolidate her power, and he gave her an excuse to openly challenge anyone who'd go after the boy "under her protection"---and he'd followed her around like a duckling ever since. She taught him how to fight, and even as much as he struggled with the Tribe's expectations of strength, he was persistent beyond any of them. He'd grown so much, and he still had so much potential within him. He would be a great warrior someday and...
And that wasn't what she was seeing when she looked at him. As Vernal's breath caught in her throat, she realized that when she looked at Jaune, she didn't see power and dominance, but... but... she saw something else in his resilience. His kindness, his sweetness, the softer traits that the Tribe could not take from him, no matter what they put him through. The way he was taking care of her right now was how he... how he'd always treat her. He used to read her stories as a child before he... he taught her to read, too. Had introduced her to so many wonderful things and...
Oh hell.
She was in love with Jaune.
She was in love with Jaune!
This whole time, her teasing promise of- that was just her way of trying to commit herself to-
Ohhhhhhhh, this was a lot. A lot to take in, especially a lot to take in while in her tent, alone with Jaune, as he tended to her on her bed! When- when she was obligated, by her word, in the sight of the Chief, to offer him her body! And-
And...
And why was she so anxious about this? Really, she almost had to laugh at how soft she was behaving, becoming flustered by the prospect of getting what she wanted, of having Jaune as hers, all wrapped up in honoring her word and rewarding him for his clever strategy against her, for proving his strength to them all!
As Jaune returned with the cool washcloth, she waved it away. "I'm feeling much better Jaune," she purred, flexing her knee... by raising her leg up high.
"Oh, your aura's taking care of it? That's a-"
"It's not aura..." she said, a sensual trill on her tongue.
"Oh?" he asked, not picking up the hints she was dropping.
"Nope," she shook her head, grinning, "I think what made me feel better... was all you, Jaune. Being such a gentleman, such a sweetheart..."
Jaune blushed. Had she seriously never noticed how handsome he was? Subconsciously, she must have, but right now... right now she was very much appreciating his boyish good looks as he mumbled, "It's... it's nothing..."
"Not nothing," she said, breathing heavily, "I have to thank you for it. Do you have any idea what I could do...?"
Finally, her meaning came through, as Jaune's eyes went wide, his mouth opened as if to say something, but with no words forthcoming. She had an idea of a better use for those lips...
"Jaune..." she said, her eyes glittering with hungry desire, "My words are binding... it's the way of our tribe..."
Before she gave him a chance to put his foot in it, she reached up and seized him by the shirt before pulling him into her bed, right on top of her. And to his credit, when Vernal kissed him, Jaune was not caught by surprise. He met her lips with his own, and Vernal felt the sizzle of passion between them simply... simply burst into life! Like fireworks, their kisses seemed to go off with a bang, each one far more potent than Vernal was expecting, and they sent her for a loop.
But now, the two of them were making up for lost time, frantically making out on the bed. But as Jaune pawed at her, Vernal could feel his weight on top of her... and that made her shiver in pleasure, feeling him press down on her, making her feel... small against Jaune's impressive frame.
And more so, there was a lot of rubbing coming into play, the two of them squirming and grinding against each other as wild impulses to kiss and grope and knead driving their actions. Realizing their long relationship that they only just now realized was inevitably building towards what was now, finally becoming real, they moved with an almost frenzied need more than anything coherent.
She wasn't sure which of them started undressing first, or whether they started undressing themselves or each other. All Vernal knew was that she could hear buttons pop off as her vest and Jaune's shirt were ripped open, revealing his bare chest and her bra-clad tits---the bra, of course, quickly being shed by one of them snapping the clasp. It was a frenzy, a whirlwind, interspersed with kisses and licks, a hickey she left on his right pec and bolts of pleasure from him catching her left nipple between his teeth. And all through it, she could feel beneath his pants, his shaft getting bigger and harder against her slit, getting wetter and wetter in return.
Panting with need, she couldn't let it be delayed any longer. Hooking her thumbs around his waistband, she yanked down his pants, hearing the fabric tear as it gave way to her strength. She could have undone his belt and spared his clothes, but she was not willing to wait. And as she pulled his pants down... oh, my...
Well, well, well, for all the attention she'd given Jaune's groin in pummeling him, she'd never realized why he was so vulnerable to attacks down there. He was massive, simply enormous, to the point it was a wonder that Jaune had enough blood to stay conscious while he had that thing up, bobbing like a club he'd strapped to his hip. Licking her lips, she looked to Jaune with eager eyes, excited to experience what it was like on the other foot: when Jaune's groin was pummeling her.
Her shorts came off without a second thought. There were no words exchanged---what could be said that they weren't already feeling?---as she spread her legs wide, revealing her glistening pussy. Vernal was a tomboyish girl, one who'd always eschewed anything feminine as weak, but now, bound by her words to offer her body to Jaune, revealing her womanhood to him... it felt incredible. She was... no, he was about to make her his woman. Taking her fingers, she spread her labia and invited him to come right in.
It didn't take anything more than that.
Jaune bore down on her in a flash, his cock barely having to push between her lips before it went right in. Vernal's mouth opened into a perfect O, a silent cry on her lips as she felt Jaune's cock simply split her open. But she was so wet, so welcoming, it just slid right in, pushing her open as it made its way deep inside her.
She could feel all his weight thrust to a single point, penetrating her far, far deeper than anyone had ever taken her before. Vernal was no virgin, but no man or woman before Jaune had ever demonstrated such strength before! Real strength, strength she'd never realized Jaune carried within him before now. He growled and roared, animalistic noises that she met with her own mewls and cries, her fingernails raking his back as he slammed down into her. He was so big, so long, that Vernal could feel him reach her cervix, and that kind of contact was like nothing she'd ever felt before.
She came. She howled. She wrapped her legs tight around Jaune's back and kept him fucking her without pause as she milked him for his seed. They weren't done. She'd claimed him, had finally taken Jaune as her mate, and she wouldn't be finished until the two of them were wholly bonded together as one.
She sank her teeth in his shoulder, the sudden pain of the bite being the straw that broke the camel's back as Jaune cried out... and released inside her. More than released, he shot load after load, bucking and pumping and filling her up as he came. Oh, she could feel it flooding into her, warm and sticky and overwhelming her until it began to spill out!
Releasing him from her teeth and her death grip, Vernal began to giggle as she relaxed. Jaune groaned, withdrawing from her pussy and letting his overflowing cum just ooze out of her. It felt... felt so goooooood...
Lying on the bed, feeling Jaune's warmth against her, hearing his slow, steady breaths as his chest rose and fell... it was a magical moment, an absolutely heavenly moment of just taking in the reality of the two of them... being an item now. It was amazing it had taken them this long---they'd grown up together as the closest friends, he obviously had a thing for her just as she clearly saw how hot he was getting... but thinking about that...
Rubbing her thighs a little, feeling his cum dry and cool on her bare skin... she wasn't quite done yet. Not at all, really.
"Wanna do it... again?" she asked him.
Jaune took a moment to catch his breath before nodding... until he paused again. Nuzzling him close, Vernal whispered, "Anything you want, baby, after what you just did to me... you can have anything you want..."
She felt Jaune's fingers lovingly stroke her back as he asked, "Would you... would you mind if we did it... really romantic and loving?"
She glanced up to look Jaune in the eyes as she smiled. "Of course."
Sipping her tea, Raven attuned her senses to the air around her. A Maiden trick she'd figured out, a reminder that her powers were more than just hurling lightning bolts and smashing foes apart, the kind of cleverness that eluded most Maidens. But she could feel the very faint disturbances and attune herself to the ones she wanted to hear. Not Shay's empty boasting, not the creak of a wagon wheel being attended to, but... ah, yes...
"OH JAUNE YES, YES, YES!"
"Oh, fuck, fuck, oh fuck, Vernal, oh fuck!"
"So good- you're- so- fucking- GOOD!"
Ahhhh... young love.
There was a secret Raven concealed from the whole world, even more closely than her status as the Maiden of Spring. There was no limit to what Salem or Ozpin might do to kill her or claim her for her secret power, but a threat on her life, the most vile tortures imaginable... that was one thing.
It'd be another thing entirely if anyone discovered that Raven was an obsessive matchmaker. The utter shame would destroy her, even worse than how badly her efforts to get Tai and Summer to finally realize their feelings for each other went. The shame of people discovering her hidden side, seeing anything other than the murderous badass who terrorized the populace, independent of any faction! She'd sooner die than allow it...
But she couldn't bear to watch Jaune and Vernal just... stumble around each other like that! Everyone knew the two of them were destined for each other, it was the most obvious thing in the world! Except to them! What, was Raven supposed to sit around and do nothing while their blatant, mutual attraction just kept staring the whole Tribe in the face?
She'd been in her corvid form, quietly watching the two of them in one of their spars---with Vernal never wondering why Jaune always challenged her, and Jaune never wondering why the notoriously short-tempered Vernal so patiently explained everything to him---watching their relationship simply blossom in heart-melting sweetness... and headache-inducing obliviousness, until Vernal suddenly made an offhand remark that spoke her true feelings.
To be a bandit meant to know the true value of opportunity, and, striking like lightning, Raven made her move. Took advantage of Vernal's hero-worship to put them in a scenario where she couldn't back down, for fear of not impressing her Chief. Then she just had to appear right in front of Jaune while he was alone, looming over the fire like a pagan goddess of witchcraft, and give him a cryptic hint to use his true strength against her before disappearing like so much smoke. He was a smart one, and she trusted he would find a way to use brains over brawn and claim his victory. And then from there, she just had to sit back, let the fireworks happen, and then look forward to their adorable coming relationship and a serene confidence that the two of them together would make excellent future leaders for the Tribe. Vernal's strength and Jaune's wisdom wed together would ensure a good future.
But... more importantly... they were just... just... just so cute together that Raven almost had to squee if it wasn't for her utmost commitment to upholding her image! But they were just her darling little lovebirds, childhood friends that were just destined to be lovers! And as she let her hearing drift away from their lovemaking, she knew that they were certainly giving each other enough pleasure, the first taste of many, many happy years together.
Ah, well... now that her adopted daughter was taken care of, perhaps she ought to head to Vale and see to her biological daughter. Oh, she had no delusions that she was anything other than a horrible mother, but it just wouldn't be right if she didn't find Yang a special someone of her own...
"And is there anything going on in your life, Winter?" Weiss asked, sipping her coffee attentively as she invited her sister to fill her in on the non-classified aspects of a Specialist's work. Weiss was feeling good about herself, having answered her sister's probing questions about her schoolwork and social life adeptly, making a good impression of how she'd used her time at Beacon. Her sister's opinion meant the world to Weiss, and so she was always thrilled to see that she was meeting her expectations.
But Winter did something that surprised Weiss. She paused, already an unusual display from her always-confident sister, and then... stifled a grin. It was the faintest movement of her lips, the subtlest curl upwards, but on Winter, it might as well be as blatant as Ruby beaming after she got a B+ on a test.
"There is... one thing to report," she slowly began, "I've recently... met someone."
Weiss blinked in surprise. "Oh?" she asked, long-trained courtesy taking over as her mind screeched to a halt, "And... may I ask who it is?"
That this was most unusual was an understatement. The idea of Winter with... with anyone didn't make any sense to Weiss. It was shocking enough that it took Weiss a moment to have any proper reaction to it, but once she gained control of herself, she felt a sudden surge of mingled emotions. Surprise was still the foremost feeling, but she could feel a tingle of jealousy in her mind. Weiss cared so much for her sister's approval that the idea of someone else getting it, someone else being able to make her smile like that inspired doubt. Who was this person, and were they really that great? Weiss didn't think so, though she knew to be reserved in terms of expressing that opinion.
"Well, our relationship has only just started, so I don't want to say too much. I met him as part of my security investigation, looking into certain... matters that might become relevant to Atlas."
Weiss wasn't paying attention to Winter's carefully-guarded words about her real purpose here in Vale as much as she was that it was a he that who had, most likely, tricked her sister. Really, the idea of anyone being good enough for Winter was absurd. She was, without a doubt, the single most incredible person Weiss had ever known, and some random guy in Vale was good enough for her? Weiss knew that couldn't be true, so the alternative was a con artist. Well, that or...
No longer hiding the smile on her face, Winter continued, "And, well... well I don't know if I should be saying this, but... it's someone you know. I'm actually... I'm dating a student," she gushed as Weiss turned pale, "I know! It's hard to believe, but he's quite incredible in... in those regards."
Oh... oh no. No, it couldn't be-
"Yes, it's a very... Valean relationship," she said, making Weiss's heart start to sink. "They call it a 'harem,' and while it's something I'd normally disapprove of, I have to admit..." she couldn't hold back any longer, her words suddenly spilling out in outright glee, "Oh, Weiss, it was incredible! He was... was such a man, so unlike anyone I'd ever met before! And I had thought a man would struggle to satisfy two women, but, oh, Weiss! He had stamina enough for me and six other girls!"
Six... six girls. And Weiss... knew who those six girls were. She knew... she had heard them...
Gods, how had she been so stupid!
Weiss knew exactly which man was now... screwing her sister! Her stomach twisted, her blood boiled, her heart refused to beat in the lost hope that maybe, just maybe... it wasn't...
"You're dating... Jaune?" her tongue asked, wholly unbidden by her mind and absolutely infuriating her heart.
There was no hesitation as Winter nodded, an outright silly, even Ruby-esque smile on her face as Weiss's fists impotently balled up. Not that Winter noticed her sister's rage. No, she was lost in memory, a faraway smile on her face as she... thought of unthinkable things.
Seriously, how was any of this possible? ANY OF IT?
Shooting down Jaune's attempts to ask her out had become an unwanted hobby of hers. He was... he was just such a loser, someone who didn't belong at Beacon, most certainly didn't deserve to date Weiss, and most enraging of all, did not deserve to by Pyrrha Nikos's partner! Really, that part galled her even more than the awkward attempts to ask her out. It made her efforts to shut him down not only necessary, for her own peace of mind, but an act of karmic justice. The universe and Beacon's, frankly, insane placement system thought to saddle the single most desirable girl at Beacon with a gangly moron? Well, Weiss would balance out the scales.
Except... except that she'd gone a little far in eviscerating him. Ruby never approved of Weiss's hostility to her doltish friend (somehow even more doltish than the redhead who didn't seem to know basic human interaction), but usually she could expect Yang's grudging acknowledgment that he was being a bit much with asking her out and even Blake---who never really liked Weiss, because of the whole Faunus/SDC thing---couldn't hide that she enjoyed seeing a boy get cut down to size. But this time, she could definitely feel that her teammates had felt she'd gone too far.
Which gave her the burst of self-consciousness that meant, for the first time, she noticed the livid fury in Pyrrha's eyes. The kind of anger that made Weiss realize... she'd missed it, every time. She'd never believed it possible, but in that moment, spurred by her teammates' apprehension, Weiss realized that Pyrrha did not like whenever Weiss was critical of her teammate. Which made no sense, but as Pyrrha went after her partner, Weiss felt the icy claw of realization tell her that she'd made a mistake.
A big one. Because cutting Jaune down to size had caused him and Pyrrha to have a heart to heart, one that ended with... and her stomach still retched to think it, even on top of everything else that had happened... the two of them... dating. Ohhhhhhhh, Weiss thought nothing could be worse than Jaune's continuous efforts to ask him out, but that had nothing on the sight of the two of them, doting on each other like lovebirds every morning, noon, and night in their blissful relationship.
Blake snickered one morning as they cleared out from the cafeteria, pointing to where Jaune and Pyrrha were gazing into each other's eyes and whispering, "Could have been you, Princess."
Weiss had been too angry to reply.
But then the rumors began...
"Entire team," people said, the sort of disgusting rumors that was said about any team with three girls and one guy. Weiss had written it off---it was plain to see that Rin and Nora only had eyes for each other--- but then... well, there were certain things that had implications. Long looks, a level of team intimacy that didn't quite add up. Weiss knew what strong team bonds looked like, RWBY was growing into something she never could have foreseen at Initiation, but seeing Jaune place a comforting hand on Rin's shoulder, the shy, reserved Mistralian seeming to... almost melt from his touch... that wasn't normal!
And then... and then...
It came to her team.
Blake had been the first. She and Yang had been purveyors of salacious rumor about Jaune's leadership of his team, constantly implying something unsavory, giving him completely inappropriate high fives and barely-subtle innuendo as he vainly attempted to insist nothing was going on. But then Blake stumbled into their room late at night on shaky legs, giving Yang a dizzy smile and whispering, "Entire team," before collapsing on her bed.
Weiss didn't like thinking about what had happened after that.
But now... now, with Jaune pulling her sister into his web of debauchery... this couldn't stand! Was- was he drugging them? Blackmail? Surely it couldn't be...
"Amazing..." Winter whispered in a dreamy, reverent voice, jolting Weiss from her thoughts. Winter didn't seem aware she'd said anything, least of all to Weiss, still lost in her dreamworld. But the sight pierced Weiss's wild conspiracies. It couldn't be... but it had to...
He was simply... that good.
Not only in bed, though Yang had been quick to share those facts. As though Weiss wanted to ever hear that Jaune---or anyone--- was capable of getting Yang---or anyone--- off by just playing with her breasts, and as though Weiss wanted Nora to confirm Yang's story and fill in the details of the mechanics behind a "double titfuck," something she also wasn't remotely jealous of or otherwise made to feel inadequate by her own inability to participate in such a disgusting act. But... but she had caught Ruby daydreaming one day, daydreaming about... him, and Ruby had given Weiss one of those sweet, optimistic smiles that made her legs weak as she said...
No, Weiss didn't want to think about that. Didn't want to think about how sweet and kind Jaune was to all his girls, how Ruby hinted that Jaune might even forgive her for turning him down. She didn't want that, didn't want it at all! And didn't want to think about the fact that he actually could make Winter very, very happy and be... be good enough, no, m-more than good enough. He c-could be a perfect match for her... the boy Weiss had been so stupid as to turn down was the perfect man for lonely Schnees who'd lived their entire lives without-
"But... anyways, Weiss, I didn't mean to get sidetracked," Winter cut in, "Is there... anyone you fancy? Any special someone in your life?"
Weiss froze, an answer on the tip of her tongue, but this time, her heart and her brain overruled it.
"No," she said, trying to hide the icy chill she felt as she said it.
She was the only one in her dorm.
Like usual.
Ever since the rest of the girls had become part of Jaune's... thing, Weiss had gotten used to the rest of her team finding excuses to slip out and "spend the night with a... friend," as though she didn't know exactly where they were going as they left her to lie in her bed, alone. And hear the muffled sounds of exactly what they were up to.
She wished she could tune it out. Not that there weren't options available, she could easily just put in her earplugs and get some sleep, like she did every other night, but that... tonight, she just... couldn't bring herself to do it. Even though she knew it would work and she'd feel better for it in the morning after getting a good night's sleep, Weiss had to listen to the orgy playing out across the hall. She couldn't stop herself, now that she knew Winter was a part of it, she just... had to listen. Out of some need to protect Winter, as though that made any sense. How could she protect her perfection incarnate sister? No, she had to listen out of... out of jealousy that her sister had found someone, someone Weiss herself had turned down.
She could hear Nora's voice rising above the din. Normal, when considering Nora, but no, Weiss knew the real reason her voice cut so clearly through the air and through their doors. It was... it was because she wanted to hear it. Because every squeak of the bedspring, every low moan, every gasp was magnified in her mind a hundred times over as she listened in her abject misery as practically every girl at Beacon got the one thing the heiress didn't have. Any other night, she'd just burn with jealousy, but tonight...
But with Winter as part of Jaune's... orgy, Weiss's repressed jealousy had turned to something new. Something that was making her wish she owned some toys or something, anything more than her slender little fingers as she pushed them as deep into her pussy as she could while she listened to the debauchery. She had two fingers inside her already, and knew that a third would soon be joining as she wildly tried to recreate what those lucky bitches were enjoying right now.
Nora was... was the one enjoying him at the moment, but it was perfectly clear in Weiss's mind's eye that all the girls were involved. Maybe... maybe Ruby was licking and sucking on his balls, marveling at how big and heavy they were, full of his seed, almost too large to fit inside her little mouth. She couldn't hear Jaune's voice because it was muffled... muffled by Rin's thighs, yes, the gentle girl squirming as Jaune ate her pussy while Nora buried her lover's face in her huge tits!
And the other girls... Winter was... she had to be a prize, and Weiss knew... k-knew that Blake and Yang w-would be... gods, oh gods, using her right now! Blake would make her sister show how sorry the Schnee family was for all they'd done to Faunus kind, her tongue earnestly working to earn Blake's forgiveness as Yang would... Yang would be spanking her, wouldn't she! Yes, yes, that's exactly what haughty Schnee bitches needed, they needed to be spanked, and spanked silly for being such- such unreasonable cunts!
And Pyrrha... looking queenly as she surveyed all the sexiest girls at Beacon brought down to little more than her boyfriend's playthings... Weiss moaned as she imagined her personal goddess serenely rising above the orgy as she laughed at what a... what a stupid, arrogant bitch Weiss was!
They were... they were laughing at her, right now. Yes. She could hear it, even if they weren't saying it, she could clearly hear Blake's voice as she laughed, "I can't believe your sister had a chance to have this dick all to herself and turned it down!"
"Yes," Winter said, regretfully, from between Blake's thighs, "she always was too impetuous for her own good. It's a shame she'll never get to experience this, but it was her folly, and she has to live with the consequences."
The spear of shame and regret that pierced Weiss's heart crushed her... and turned her on like nothing else. Even... even her sister, her perfect, amazing, beloved sister knew what a pathetic joke she was. Weiss's pussy squeezed hard around her fingers as she pinched her nipple, trying in vain to simulate even a fraction of the pleasure the girls in the JNPR dorm were showered in.
"It's not her fault," Ruby piped up, and Weiss knew her partner would pipe up and defend her, even if she didn't even deserve it! "Weiss just didn't know how amazing Jaune is. And I didn't realize how much my tight little teen pussy needed to get demolished by thick Arc dick every night until I first tried it!"
...okay, Weiss couldn't actually hear any of the dialogue and Ruby would probably never talk like that, but, oh! Weiss could picture it so clearly, Ruby's shining silver eyes looking up from where she was worshiping Jaune's balls, cheerfully piping up how much she loved being Jaune's little fuckdoll while still being the sweet girl who'd taught Weiss to open up... but that wasn't...
No, Weiss didn't deserve Ruby defending her. And as a third finger entered her masturbation, Weiss could clearly hear how the other girls would take such a suggestion...
"She'd have to get on her hands and knees and beg Jaune for his forgiveness," Pyrrha added, the Mistralian goddess, the very image of sensuality and desirability who a stupid bitch like Weiss didn't even deserve to look at, barely even deserved to lick her boots! "Unless she was willing to publicly humiliate herself, just like she so often humiliated Jaune, I can't imagine she'd ever be worthy of this cock."
No- no, she'd never be worthy! She was a... a stupid cunt who'd blown her chance with the sexiest guy at Beacon, and she- she- she had to humiliate herself to show that she'd learned her lesson! Weiss cried out as her entire hand was practically in her pussy now, but it still wasn't enough, not when Jaune's godlike fuckstick was denied to her! Even as she discovered her shockingly vibrant masochistic side, all Weiss could think about was how she needed Jaune, needed Jaune's punishment, to properly satisfy her.
She groped her shamefully inadequate tits. She was no smaller than Rin, and only a little smaller than Ruby, but they were good girls who gladly offered Jaune their cute little A cups without hesitation. She was a stupid bitch who should... should wallow in the mud like the dumb little piggy she was, thanking Jaune for even bothering with her! Flashes of various punishments, humiliations, and other ordeals she could be put through---or could put herself through, masochistic little slut that she was---came to Weiss and sent her thoughts roiling with unrestrained passion!
"Oh Mr. Arc! It's too- too much!"
Weiss froze. That wasn't... that wasn't her imagination... that was actually the muffled voice of...
Weiss's eyes rolled as she realized that she really had heard the muffled voice of... Ms. Goodwitch losing against Jaune's cock. That was too much for Weiss. It was one thing for her crush to become Jaune's lover, for her partner and her teammates to become Jaune's playthings, for her own sister to become his slut... but Ms. Goodwitch meant that as Weiss was trying to excel in class, she would know that her teacher would be looking at her not as a future Huntress, but as the stupid little girl who had no idea what a good thing she'd thrown away.
And that shame was enough to get Weiss off right there. Even her inadequate fingers were enough with a thought that shamefully hot, and Weiss came, her hips bucking wildly as her orgasm washed over her. But she didn't make a sound. Didn't cry out, didn't scream Jaune's name or some apology for being such a dumb bitch, but instead, she remained silent. Because she had to hear the sound of her friends, her family, her teacher... hear them get off for real.
Lying back in bed, Weiss slowly recovered from her climax, and with the clarity that came from her rush of endorphins, realized that this couldn't continue. She couldn't keep on being such a pathetic voyeur, her ear pressed against the door as she struggled not to cry even as she frigged herself to the sounds of utter delight coming from within. She had to get Jaune's forgiveness. And in her fantasies, she had heard Pyrrha say what she had to do, to humiliate herself like she'd humiliated Jaune. And she had to do it, simply had to.
She couldn't go on living like this. Not another day more. She needed that dick, and if the only way she could get it was to degrade herself and lower herself until Jaune knew that she'd learned her lesson, well... it wasn't really a question. She'd do it. She'd do anything.
Closing her eyes and letting herself drift to sleep, Weiss could still hear the sound of Ms. Goodwich moaning like a whore as Jaune pounded her. But as much as she wanted to listen and imagine what it must look like in the room, Weiss knew she needed to get some sleep. She would have to be up early in the morning to prepare, and she wasn't going to let anything get in the way of her plans.
Okay, he needed to have a word with Pyrrha about "reasonable limits." It had been one thing when Pyrrha gave him those puppy dog eyes and told him how hard it was on Nora and Rin to know Pyrrha was getting laid while they had to make do without him. And then there was Blake, because she had kind of tried to seduce him before he fucked her brains out, and then Yang had made it clear they were a package deal. And when Pyrrha let him know that Ruby had a crush on him---how could he say no to Ruby? She'd just turned 18, and had that innocent schoolgirl vibe no one could say no to!
But that had been a good stopping point!
Six girls. Six girls was too many girls! He could already feel how many years he was taking off his life as he had to fuck each and every one of them unconscious before he could finally go to bed, only to get woken up early by Pyrrha's lips around his cock---of course she had stamina that could nearly match his---for another round of early morning sex. But then Pyrrha had to "accidentally" invite more girls into the arrangement.
Yes, Weiss's sister had been incredible, and he knew Pyrrha did it because she knew he still had a bad crush on Weiss (even if he was encircled by a harem of beauties, the heart wanted what it wanted), but making it seven was... and then Ms. Goodwitch! What, was he supposed to say no to the possibility of fucking the stick out of her ass? Of seeing the woman whose judgment he was constantly terrified of reduced to his drooling sex kitten? He wasn't made of stone!
But while Jaune's dick had the stamina to put eight of the sexiest women he knew into comas, doing so took time. And every night, the girls expected to be "put to bed," something he was happy to do (the girls' imagination and creativity seemed inexhaustible, even if their stamina wasn't), but it took time. He wasn't done until well past midnight, the orgy finally quieted as the last girl succumbed to pleasure and blacked out... and then he had only a few scant hours to sleep before he felt those lips around his dick, rousing him back to a world of sexual pleasures as he gave his harem their good morning fuck. Leaving him slowly burning the candle at both ends as his life became a cycle of sex, exhaustion, more sex, a brief opportunity for sleep, and then repeating, with every new girl slowly making that last slice of the pie smaller and smaller.
He was going to die if this kept up.
Fortunately, this morning, he'd been particularly aggressive and left the JNPR dorm carpeted with beautiful, cum-spattered women, happy, mindless grins on their slumbering faces as Jaune slinked away to get breakfast in peace. Because the amount of calories needed for nonstop orgies wasn't something any nutritionist could give him a number for, but Jaune knew it needed a lot.
But he couldn't complain. Even if he was, most likely, dying, he couldn't possibly complain. Fuck, just for a chance to see Pyrrha naked, to bend her over his desk and ravish the champion... and then the other girls... he really couldn't-
Rounding a corner, Jaune's entire thought process was interrupted as he beheld Weiss... though dressed in a way he'd never imagined seeing the prissy heiress!
She was wearing a Beacon uniform, or, at least, her look seemed to be based on a Beacon uniform. Well, it was missing the jacket... and her white shirt was much too small on her, even when it was tied above her midriff and enough buttons were unbuttoned that Jaune could see a lacy blue bra underneath, and then there was the thin strip of plaid cloth that wasn't long enough to really call a "skirt," much less hide that she wore a matching set of blue panties. Beyond her "uniform," Weiss had her hair tied in twin pigtails and her makeup... heavy blue eyeshadow, electric blue lipstick, and it all drew his eyes to the stick of the lollipop she was sucking on. It all took Jaune's breath away, seeing the Heiress of the SDC looking like a schoolgirl hooker, and one that was clearly waiting for Jaune's arrival.
Even with his harem, Jaune had never seen such an... such an outright whorish display in his life. As Weiss popped the lollipop out of her mouth, she briefly held it in her lips, letting Jaune see as she swirled her lips around the sucker's bulbous head.
"So Jaune," she said in a breathy voice, "I've felt so... awful about what a bitch I've been... is there any way..." she punctuated her mark with a long, lusty lick of her lollipop, "I can make it-"
"No."
Weiss blinked in surprise... and then Jaune saw the dagger of agony in her eyes as she realized he was rejecting her.
"Wh- what do you mean..." she asked, her voice a hoarse whisper, "no?"
Jaune raised his arms and shook his head, saying, "Uh-uh, no, absolutely not."
It killed him. It killed him five times over, but there had to be a limit! He couldn't- couldn't keep going like this! And it was breaking his heart that he was breaking Weiss's heart, but he had not choice but to turn away and leave before another girl wound his way into his harem!
"But- but- but-" she cried after him.
But Jaune just threw up his arms as he kept on walking. "I have hit my limit! No more harem girls! And that's final!"
It was the only thing he could do!
Streaking through the Emerald Forest, a bolt of crimson through the resplendent green, Ruby Rose, recipient of the Huntsman's Star, the youngest woman to hold the title Grand-croix in Vale's Légion d'Honneur, the first Valean to receive the Atlesian Medal of Valor, and the first person to ever be awarded the Ozma Prize from the United Kingdoms, never felt more alive than when she was out in the field. But even in the field, as she sprang off of trees, looping Crescent over branches to launch herself in the air to scout, it was when she was with her husband---her husband!--- when she felt most alive. And as she pounced upon him with just as much passion as she had for him as a younger girl, back before she ever realized that Salem could be defeated, Ruby truly felt the joys of being a Huntress.
Peppering him with playful kisses, Ruby latched on tight as he laughed and tried to fight her off, but, of course, to no avail. She was Ruby Rose, the Grimm Reaper, and nobody could withstand an assault from her, whether it be a whirl of blades or a hail of affection!
"Ruby, Ruby!" he cried, in between kisses, "We're on a mission!"
"That's why, mwah, I'm getting my kisses in!" she replied, "Cause I, mwah, know how picky you are about me kissing you in battle!"
He suddenly caught her lips with his own and swung her down in a dip that threw her off her rhythm. Caught in the swoon, Ruby couldn't do anything but feel herself get swept away by the love of her life as he met her passion with his own. For Ruby, who had always dreamed of a fairytale heroism since even before she first came to Beacon, this was... almost impossible to believe was real.
They were Huntsmen, together, a husband-and-wife duo who fought evil wherever they found it, fearlessly plunging into the darkness and driving it back... and they looked real good while doing it! Jaune in his armor, Ruby in her signature cloak, together, they were the image of what a Huntsman and Huntress could be. If Ruby had been told on her first day at Beacon she and the boy who helped her up would one day be not only husband and wife, but heroes? Well... she actually would have believed it. Been really excited for it, too!
As Jaune pulled her back up and spun her around, he gave her a playfully chastising look as he continued. "Well, even if there's nothing much that should threaten us out here, carelessness is an unacceptable risk, so, what'd you scout?"
"Nothing!" she cheered, "Like I told you: total milk run!"
There was less demand for Huntsmen now that Salem's reign had ended. The Grimm were still a presence in the world, and they were no less dangerous where they could be found, but their numbers had been considerably reduced. And a mission in the Emerald Forest was mostly to account for smaller Beacon classes who couldn't cover as much ground as they used to. Plus... Oscar wasn't above sending a little work their way. He might have inherited the knowledge of his predecessors, but he was still undeniably Oscar, their friend, not someone subsumed into Ozma's incarnations.
"Well," Jaune gave her a grin, unable to keep up his stern, businesslike persona when she was at her most chipper, "Let's go find someone to fight, then!"
With a spring in her step, Ruby ventured out with her husband to search for any stray Grimm, any wandering packs, or, if they were lucky, an entire nest for them to clear out. Ruby had been itching for some action, and even though she'd love to just have a fun day in the woods with her husband on a milk-run mission, she also enjoyed when the two of them got to break out their skills and fight, side by side.
But... it was looking like it was going to be the former rather than the latter. Which was good, in its own way... if she didn't have to keep an eye out, she could spend the time noting how handsome Jaune looked when he was so serious. His sword and shield at the ready, his eyes peeled for action... though Ruby was of the opinion that he'd look even better without his armor... or a shirt. Mmmmm, yep, Ruby could like-
"Ruby!" her husband's voice jolted her from her fantasies, "Look alive, we've got company."
Ruby snapped into action, Crescent in hand, and ready to brawl. And they had plenty to get a workout on.
"Eight Beowulfs, two Alphas, three Ursa coming in as backup," Jaune barked, his tactical acuity having sharpened in their years of adventures together.
"Easy," Ruby replied with a cocky grin. As her husband---her husband!--- charged in at the first Alpha, Ruby unsheathed the final member of their relationship, gave Crescent a kiss on the blade, and then went to work.
She mastered her Semblance as well as she had mastered the scythe, and separating Grimm from their constituent parts was a second language she spoke fluently as she became a red streak or rose petals and whirling death, her blades hacking and slicing through Grimm that were simply too slow, too weak to stand up to the Rose-Arc duo. Really, this was nothing, so Ruby took her time---yes, the irony of "taking her time" while moving as a whoosh of rose petals was not lost on her, thank you Blake---to make this special. Trick shots, quick cuts, setting goals for herself. Really, it was a shame that there were only a dozen foes for the two of them to scythe down.
But she wasn't going to let that get her down. As Jaune took on the Ursa and Ruby left the Beowulfs in shreds, she launched forward just in time for Jaune to decapitate the last of the Ursa... so Ruby changed her charge from being about slashing apart a Grimm and instead turned it into throwing her arms around her husband and pulling him into a deep kiss!
She had so much momentum coming out of her Semblance that she basically spun around him twice over, but Jaune was used to getting hit with a shower of kisses coming at him at a hundred miles per hour, and barely even objected as she-
"Ruby!" Jaune gasped, "I don't think we got all of-"
She silenced him with a kiss, long and lusty, before breaking it and staring into his gorgeously blue eyes. "That's what makes it so hot," she told him, her voice a sultry whisper.
Jaune groaned---he knew what was coming now, and as much as the sensible side of him didn't want this... he didn't really fight back as Ruby pushed him down and straddled him, kissing his face, his lips, his neck, his shoulders, absolutely anywhere she could plant a kiss as she ground herself against his rapidly-swelling dick, tenting in his pants.
Fighting was such a turn on to Ruby. It might have been the product of coming into her sexual maturity and falling in love with Jaune in the midst of a war. But in the war against Salem, they found little time to relax and decompress, and instead, learned to lean on each other in whatever moments they could. Moments of reassurance, moments of desperate comfort, learning to live with the knowledge that tomorrow might be your last... it was in those moments that Ruby had forged her relationship with Jaune. Their first time had been on the mix of the adrenaline high and closeness to death that had come after a rough fight where Ruby had very nearly been killed. And every time since then, they were never far enough from danger for either of them to truly feel relaxed. So in peacetime, even as infinitely preferable as it was, she still associated moments of excitement with sex... and vice versa.
She was never more aroused than when she had Crescent in her hand, and being outside their bedroom meant Jaune's rule against bringing weapons to bed wasn't in effect. Hoisting her blade high, she used her other hand, with Jaune's assistance, to swiftly liberate the both of them from their pants. Practical clothing for this kind of work, but Ruby was really coming to miss combat skirts for quick moments like these.
But they were freed of their restrictive garments, or as free of them as was necessary for Jaune to see how turned on Ruby was and for Ruby... to see that Jaune's objections might not be entirely sincere. His cock was standing proudly at attention, showing its full and honest appreciation for a bout of woods sex with her.
Giving her husband a smirk, he interrupted before she could even say anything. "I know..." he groaned, "But... fuck, Ruby, you're hot as hell and doing it out here-"
"The danger makes it even better," she whispered, feeling that mad giggle that always came to her when she was feeling truly alive.
"It's insaaaaaaane..." Jaune moaned as Ruby's pussy delivered her counter-argument.
Riding Jaune was always a pleasure. He was so... so big, his thick cock pushing its way up inside her, and yet, he was still that tender sweetheart she'd met her first year at Beacon, always so concerned for her own well being. And in the bedroom, that meant that Jaune wasn't satisfied unless she was satisfied! Even here, even out in the woods, where Jaune was more than a little concerned about the sanity of this, he still pounded her, his hands on her hips to drive her down deeper on his cock! Ruby was riding high on the adrenaline of a recent fight and the high risk of a Grimm attack, so she was primed to really enjoy this as her husband gave her the good, hard dicking she'd been craving! Her fingers tightened around Crescent's shaft as she rose and fell, feeling the tip of his dick practically reach her womb with every giddy plunge!
"It's so insane, ha!" she laughed, high and free, "It's so- so- so fucking insane! And I love it! Love it so much!"
Oh, and oh, that Jaune still had his first-year sweetness and she still had that wide-eyed optimism that had defined her as a Beacon student, even as they had grown up so much---and she wasn't that innocent little girl anymore! She loved being all grown up, exploring the joys of her sexual identity right besides her beloved. She loved this kind of exhibitionism, being out in the woods, risking being discovered, and not by people, no. A bloodthirsty, slavering Grimm might see her, all- all h-helpless and d-defenseless, so d-distracted by her husband's dick plowing her that she c-couldn't even- oh fuck, oh fuck- oh fuuuuuu-
She saw her husband's eyes go wide, their connection, long forged at Beacon, telling her everything she needed to know without a word as she turned, still impaled on Jaune's mighty spear, swinging Crescent in a single, fluid motion and scything down a Beowulf mid-pounce. She bisected the monster, a gush of black Grimmstuff splattering her as the twist of her pussy around Jaune's cock struck her exactly where she needed it. Mingled with the death-howl of the Beowulf, Ruby shrieked her climax, a loud and explosive cry of satisfaction.
Bathed in black Grimmstuff, she turned back towards her hubby, planting both hands flat on his chest as she gave him a wild, orgasmic grin. She surely must look like some kind of madwoman, the look of a woman in love!
"You-" Jaune panted, his dick still pumping away into her, "You c-crazy- psycho- bitch!"
Ohhhhhh, fuck! Now Jaune was really giving it to her! His fingers sank in deep on her hips, his dick slamming her so hard, it was like it was trying to reach her womb, and her already frazzled mind coming down from her climax
"Oh- oh!" she cried, laughing wildly as he pounded her, "Oh, you're right, you're so right! I am fucking crazy! I'm you're crazy bitch!"
"Out of your mind!" he barked
"Completely depraved!" she squealed.
"I should teach you a fucking lesson!" he growled.
"Do it!" she cried, "Do it, t-teach me a lesson, do it do it DO IT!"
"I FUCKING WILL YOU PSYCHO!" he bellowed, punctuating his cry by slamming her down on him and releasing his seed deep into her. Ruby threw her head back and howled once more in joy, feeling that lovely, sticky warmth simply bloom within her. Ah, it was good, it was so good! Hearing Jaune moan as he pumped shot after shot right into her womb, indulging all her craziness because the two of them had the most amazing sex. Gods, she loved him, loved him, loved him, and she was so lucky to have-
"Ummmm..."
Ruby whirled to see... a team of students. Four of them, second years most likely, but looking as wide eyed and innocent as she once looked... though this group was probably particularly wide eyed for coming across two of Remnant's greatest heroes, one balls deep in the other, both splattered with the dissipating remains of Grimmstuff, just after enjoying a titanic climax in Grimm-infested woods. Three of the students had their jaws hanging open while their leader, the tall girl with fox ears who'd drawn their attention, seemed to be trying to think of what to say to that.
Easing herself up off of Jaune---and enjoying the feeling of his sticky load slowly oozing from her slit and dripping down her leg---Ruby just threw on a winning smile.
"Hey kids!" she said, as though they hadn't walked in on two of Remnant's greatest champions rocking each other's world right in the middle of a Grimm-infested wood, "Great to see you out here! You kids ready to hunt some Grimm?"
"Jaune!"
The sound of his name was enough for Jaune to dutifully spring into action, swiftly changing course to enter Mrs. Schnee's room. She was seated at a table, a freshly poured glass of wine (Jaune's eyes slightly narrowed at that---he'd been doing so well to get her consumption down) beside her, as well as her scroll. And the look on her face told Jaune that she was taking a lot to compose herself---particularly fortified with wine---rather than give into her obvious fury.
"Ma'am?" Jaune asked with a courteous nod. As a domestic servant for House Schnee, he knew how to navigate such situations. Experience had been a good teacher---the wealthy were volatile, and were as likely to act rashly as they were to take advice poorly. But in moments like these, it was his job to be the sort of invisible presence, the human infrastructure, that helped the Schnee Family handle things more... productively. Guiding and redirecting her frustration away from anything too destructive was as much his real job as it was managing the affairs of the house.
"It was that damnable Ivy Cerul!" she spat, "She just called me to ask if I was planning on attending the Heather Foundation's Gala on Saturday, and of course she knew I wasn't, only to spring on me that she would be showing up, along with Portia, Jade, and Scarlett! It's going to be an event, now, and I won't... I..." Mrs. Schnee visibly darkened. "She's trying to make me look like a bitch, isn't she... charity event of the season and everyone will be asking where I am! Jaune-"
"Already taken care of," he said with a respectful nod. He'd hoped to be able to broach this subject more gracefully, but he should have known that Mrs. Cerul wouldn't wait to spring her taunts. "When I got word from a friend of mine in Mrs. Cerul's staff that she was intending to make a dramatic appearance, I made a point to immediately call the Foundation to let them know you'll be attending the Gala, and I made sure you had a dress prepared for the night."
"But what about-"
But Jaune was, of course, on top of things. "I rescheduled your racquetball practice to make sure you had the morning to prepare, as well as checked with my contact on Mrs. Cerul's staff," thank the gods Jaune got along so well with other servants, and far better than their employers got on with them, "to ensure that you would have a distinct advantage in couture over her."
"You are a godsend," Mrs. Schnee chuckled as she raised her glass to him.
"Just doing my job," Jaune replied with a polite bow before taking his leave.
Jaune was grateful for the Schnee family. When his father passed, the financial future of the Arc family was suddenly thrown into uncertainty, with each sibling trying to find work where they could. It was tricky---only Saphron was older than 18 at the time, and things were looking very dire before Jaune happened to meet Mr. Sieben, the Head Butler of the Schnee Household, who, in a mix of pity and admiration for Jaune's obvious hardworking nature (he always said it was far more the latter than the former, but Jaune suspected that was more courtesy than anything), offered Jaune a job on the household staff.
They paid very well, covered his room and board, and that let him send money back to his family. Mr. Sieben gave him an excellent education in how to run a household, and he had a good eye for Jaune's natural talents, which meant that very soon he had taken over for the old man. And... and while it had taken him a while to find his place in the family, his rapid promotion to butler wasn't just to give Mr. Sieben more time off. He'd been able to reach the Schnees and soften the harder edges of the family, making Mr. Schnee realize, at least an inkling, the price his family was paying for his all-consuming need to prove himself, helping Mrs. Schnee pull herself back from the brink of alcoholism, giving Whitley a reprieve from the loneliness and isolation no one realized was slowly wearing him down. It had become a second home to Jaune, a place where he felt safe and supported, and let him support his first family.
And there were... other benefits...
Jaune, however, tried not to let those thoughts distract him. There was still work to be done---a glance at the clock told him that he needed to attend to laundry right now, and then, after that, he'd have to check on Whitley to ensure he was doing his homework, followed by letting the cook (his sister Blanche---hired immediately on the one-two punch of his recommendation and a taste of her coq a vin) know what the family was feeling for dinner.
A butler's work was never done.
Ah, but that was only a saying, really. As Jaune attended to those tasks, he knew he actually had some downtime before dinner. For most Atlesian butlers, preparing for dinner and setting the table would be part of their duties, but Mrs. Schnee insisted that Jaune eat with the family, rather than serve. So did Whitley, who saw him more as an older brother, and, yes, Jaune had Weiss's quiet support as well. Mr. Schnee could not vote against 3/5ths of the family, even less so because they all knew that Winter would throw in her support behind Jaune as well, if only to querulously challenge her father's wishes.
A quick check around the house for anything out of place or any immediate issues he needed to stay on top of confirmed that, yes, Jaune had some time to himself. Blanche had, of course, teased him about what "other duties" he might be attending to, but Jaune remained professionally above such gossip---his position in the Schnee Household was secure, but he wasn't going to flaunt-
Jaune's thoughts were cut off as he arrived at his room, and...
And Weiss was there. Waiting for him.
This was... less unusual than anyone other than the two of them knew. It would be quite scandalous if people knew that the Heiress to the SDC was having a... relationship with the help, so they kept it secret. A tricky thing---there was nothing Weiss would rather do more than let her father know that she was in love with a man beneath her standing, but doing so would jeopardize Jaune's position. And while there was definitely speculation--- as Blanche was happy to engage in---they kept things discreet enough that nobody could confirm it. A surprise visit to Jaune's room wasn't anything he wasn't used to, except for one thing.
What she was wearing.
Perched on a pair of black high heels, fishnet stockings rose up to the frilly white trim beneath a black miniskirt. A white apron hung over it, leading Jaune's eyes up to the black corset that squeezed Weiss's chest into an expanse of exposed cleavage that could easily compete with her sister. A black choker was looped around her pale, elegant neck, and it was all topped off with a frilly white headdress subtly nestled in her white hair.
She was the very image of a Valean maid, particularly as she gave him a respectful curtsy.
"H-hey, Weiss..." Jaune said, finally remembering words.
"Bonsoir, Monsieur," she said, respectfully. "I have... taken ze liberty of duzting Monsieur's room. Are zhere any... other tasks that need doing?"
A good butler was always on top of things. But right now, the matter he wanted to be on top of was making it quite difficult to play his role. But Weiss, seeing his jaw hanging open in disbelief at what he was seeing, giggled musically as she flounced her way across the room.
"I inzist," she purred, taking her fingers and running them up Jaune's chest, "that zhere is no problem too big for moi to handle..."
At this, Jaune's instincts took over where his mind could not. Seizing Weiss roughly, even over her cries of, "Oh! Monsieur!" he pulled her close and let his lips collide with hers. Even in her guise as a Valean maid, there was always something... exquisite about Weiss, and her lips, the pure, soft sweetness of her lips against hers never failed to take Jaune's breath away. She was a creature of pure delicateness, someone who, even as Jaune laundered her clothing, attended to her picky eating habits, and cleaned her room, seemed almost beyond the grasp of the mortal world. Even with his eyes closed to passionately kiss her, he could picture her hair, as pure and white as the freshly-fallen snow, her slender frame, held tight in his arms, or her heavenly body, so artistically proportioned...
He was caught between a desire to tear the dress from her body and reveal her in all her naked glory and a sense that such a trespass was unforgivable.
Weiss broke the kiss, and Jaune saw the saucy smirk on her face as he opened his eyes. "Oh, Master Arc," she sighed, theatrically, "you're such... such a brute to take advantage of moi like zhis. My girlish heart zimply can't help itself around you!"
He could see it in her eyes. Could see what she wanted. For all Jaune's image of Weiss, she was not a delicate, blushing virgin. She came to his quarters dressed as a slutty maid because she wanted something.
And what kind of servant would he be if he didn't serve his employer's wishes?
With a grin, he declared, "You can't help yourself? How can I possibly control myself when you're dressed like such a slut!" Weiss squealed in his arms as he punctuated his remark by grabbing the front of her dress and yanking it down.
Though Weiss was a slender girl, her breasts were well sized for her body, two perfect teardrops topped with frosty pink nipples that stood out proudly against her pale skin. Jaune lunged to feast upon them, feeling the softness of her supple flesh as he licked and sucked on every inch he could.
"Oh- oh, Master Arc!" she gasped, "You- you can't- it ez forbidden!"
"I don't care what's forbidden!" he growled at his girlfriend/employer's daughter/maid, "You're mine. And I take what I want!"
Throwing her on his bed, Weiss squeaked as she bounced on the mattress, but before she had a chance to catch her breath, Jaune was upon her. Flipping up her criminally tiny skirt, he ran a finger up her lazy panties, feeling the obvious wetness and making Weiss shiver.
"I- I can- I can explain..." she mumbled, weakly.
But Jaune was beginning to feel the character of the lecherous Master come over him. Why shouldn't he enjoy the fruits of his property? Why shouldn't he make his servants... service him?
"I think your mouth has better things it could be doing," he growled. Weiss struggled not to light up at the sound of him becoming more dominant as she reached forward with trembling hands to undo his belt and gently reveal his growing erection. She gasped, looking up to him with pleading eyes, half saying no, but the other half very much saying yes.
"B-but... Monsieur, I am your-"
"Should I find someone else who'd appreciate the salary you're collecting from me? Someone willing to work for it?"
"N-no, sir!" she squeaked and pulled down Jaune's boxers. His cock was now throbbing as Weiss marveled at its size. She liked telling him that he was bigger than other men, whispering in their private trysts that the scions of wealthy families lacked the raw masculinity Jaune brought into the bedroom. Jaune suspected it was all talk---at least, he assumed Weiss didn't have much experience with what Henry Marigold had in his pants---but he had to admit, it did get him going.
But as Weiss ran her tongue up the length of his shaft, any thoughts of other men were completely forgotten. There was only Weiss and her sinfully talented mouth that could at once play the role of the trembling virgin while not neglecting any of her artful skill at cocksucking. She claimed it was from her extensive practice and training as a singer that gave her incredible control over her lips and tongue. Jaune didn't care how she got it as she played his organ like an instrument and left him moaning in pleasure.
"That's.. .that's a good girl," he groaned, "servicing your Master... you know your place, know where you belong."
"Of course, Sir," he said, carefully fluttering her tongue along his glans and making Jaune's cock twitch. Fuck, she was really giving it to him today! As he slid his fingers into her hair and ran his thumb over her white headdress, Jaune wondered if he might have forgotten that today was his birthday or if there was some other reason she wanted to make him struggle not to go off in an instant. He tightened his grip, knowing that Weiss enjoyed it when he got rough, and his girl had a particular love of hair pulling. In fact...
Yanking her off his dick, he savored the look of pure pleasure that crossed Weiss's face, her eyes rolling from his rough treatment, before she artfully replaced it with a fearful look. "Did- Did I displease Sir? I- I promise I can-"
He cut her off with a glare as he stroked his dick with his other hand. He was so close, and with Weiss's wide eyed expression, it was only a matter of moments before...
With a groan, Jaune's cock jerked and released a stream of pearly white cum to splatter on Weiss's face. And thanks to everything Weiss did to get him fired up, Jaune had no shortage of seed to douse her with, jet after jet leaving her face a runny mess of his cum. She looked... gods, she looked sexy, particularly as it dripped down her lips and into her mouth, her tongue unconsciously swirling up for a taste. He'd already fired off, but one look at her dazed face, marked with his seed, seeing the heiress of the SDC, the perfect Schnee princess in a tattered outfit and splattered with cum... it had Jaune's cock raring for another go.
"On the bed!" he barked. "Legs spread you slut!"
She snapped to position as Jaune grabbed her panties and pulled them aside. Her pussy---gods above, had there ever been a more perfect snatch in existence?---was puffy with need and so very, very wet. Jaune had feasted on it, dutifully tending to his lady's pleasure. Weiss had the more artful tongue, but Jaune knew that diligence got results. Weiss moaned, her thighs pressing tight against his cheeks as Jaune flicked and teased her clit. He liked eating his girlfriend out, but... but now, he was the Master and she the servant. Her pussy, like all of Weiss, belonged to him today. So he shouldn't hesitate to use it.
Slamming his dick into her, Jaune didn't care if anyone might hear the wild shriek Weiss made. The feeling of her velvety inner walls as they squeezed and caressed his dick was worth getting fired for. Hell, as he moaned in pleasure as he began to slide in and out in steady, powerful thrusts, Jaune knew this was worth getting hanged for. Weiss's pussy was just that incredible.
"O-oh! M-Master Arc!" she cried in her sexy, feigned accent, "You are so- so rough, so, mmmm... so manly, taking this domestique as your plaything!"
Gods, Weiss could be such a naughty slut. Gripping her thighs as he plowed her, Jaune knew there was no way in all of Remnant he could ever have deserved a girlfriend like this. And he'd pay her back, but tonight, Jaune was just going to use her, use her like his plaything, his property, his personal slut, and Weiss loved it. She loved it rough and Jaune was hammering her cunt with all he had.
"Oh- OH SIR!" she shrieked as her own climax overtook her. Jaune felt some satisfaction in paying her back, putting her on the backfoot of trying not to cum too quickly, but he was far more attentive to his own rising climax. As his fingers tightened, surely leaving a mark on Weiss's pristine flesh, he felt a familiar tightness within him as...
"Of, FUCK!" he gasped as he released. As he painted Weiss's womb as white as her namesake, he felt the exertion of two rounds, back to back, immediately catch up to him and take the wind right out of his chest. Hoooooo, Weiss could really get him going when she wanted him to. Lying back on the bed beside his high born beauty, Jaune took a moment to catch his breath.
"If daddy could see us now..." Weiss mused, making Jaune's heart stop. But she giggled, clearly seeing the look on his face. "Oh, don't you start!" she teased, "You know that my mom would be over the moon if you were her son-in-law, and whatever my father might think, I am 18, and I can choose to date who I wish. You need to start asserting yourself more, Jaune."
Jaune gave her a wry grin. "And if I started by suggesting you could start washing your own laundry..."
"You wouldn't dare!" she gasped in mock-affrontement, before the both of them collapsed into a fit of laughter.
At the end of it, Weiss snuggled in close, resting her head on his broad chest and allowing him to wrap an arm around her protectively. What they had might not be the most socially acceptable relationship, but with Weiss... he felt like what they had would be enough. And as he gave her a comforting squeeze and she gave a sleepy, contented murmur, Jaune knew that this was very much what he wanted.
Though he reminded himself, before he drifted off to sleep, that he did have a few duties to attend to before dinner... and Weiss would probably be in the mood for a second round once she was up from her nap. Ah... a butler's work was never done!
The Valean Museum of Criminal History was a magnet for arch-criminals. Sometimes, Jaune wondered if it wouldn't be better if they simply closed the museum, or just stopped having so many specifically themed exhibits, just to stop the endless cycle of burglaries. But at the same time... Jaune knew how critical it was for a nation to remember its history. And the museum educated tens of thousands of young Valeans about the past, something that was worth fighting for. It was why he took up the mantle of the Huntsman in the first place, and he wouldn't surrender an inch in his private war against crime.
But as he crept through the shadows, hiding behind a scale model replica of the world's largest penny, Jaune could see that his war against outlawry would feature yet another battle. Though this time... it was against a new enemy.
He could see a woman bent over and picking the lock to the security system's interface. No doubt to steal the museum's collection of priceless sapphires, part of their exhibit of artifacts that had been the subjects of previous heists from the museum. Jaune had successfully stopped Roman Torchwick from looting them the first time, and only narrowly escaped the Red Huntress when she arrived with no-doubt sinister intent as she'd offered a "team up." Jaune shuddered to imagine what sinister scheme she was trying to lure him into with that. But while Jaune was about to make his approach, he paused.
Bent over, in a tight black catsuit, and making a most distracting wiggle as she worked, Jaune found himself spending more time observing the thief than he ought to. Glossy black hair cascaded down her back in waves, with two black, catlike ears poking through. Appropriate for a cat burglar... a thought that quickly made Jaune wince at the unconscious bigotry he was expressing. Thankfully he hadn't said it out loud, but he could hear his friend Blake in his mind lecturing him about the way racial bigotries intersect with criminalization... even if she was in the act of stealing sapphires from... but he had to focus up! It was time to move!
"Halt right there, you felonious feline," Jaune said as he stepped forward out of the shadows. The thief turned and... did her catsuit need to be so tight? Jaune almost felt like he was being indecent in interrupting her, particularly as her black domino mask was a lacy black that seemed more appropriate for a masquerade than a burglary. As she smiled, her amber eyes glittering with playful amusement as Jaune tried his best not to blush.
"Ah, the Huntsman," she said with a melodious purr, "I was wondering when you might show yourself..."
"It's not too late to turn away from your path of malicious misbehavior," Jaune said, gravely, trying to regain the upper hand as his opponent jutted her hip out to emphasize the supple curve of her derriere, "And though you know my name, I see you have me at a disadvantage," he said in an effort to change the subject, "Let me guess... you call yourself Chat Noir!"
The mysterious criminal only smiled. "A good guess, but alas, the name was taken."
"The Black Cat!" Jaune shot back, just as quickly.
"That's... that's the same name, just in English," she said, shaking her head.
Undeterred, Jaune pressed on, pointing an accusatory finger and declaring, "Catwoman!"
"Do you think that the name I would pick for myself would have to involve cats, because I'm a cat Faunus?" Jaune cringed, knowing the Blake in his head was really giving it to him. And she was giving him both barrels, because Jaune couldn't help but compare the two cat Faunus, particularly because this masked thief was the first time Jaune had ever seen an ass that could give Blake's a run for its money. Is that all I am to you, Jaune? The Blake in his head asked, A magnificently spankable ass?
But he couldn't deal with whatever was going on with his subconscious right now. The nameless thief had begun to pace back and forth, each step a sensual sway of her body as she drew closer to Jaune. He tensed, knowing that she was adept at using her body as a distraction, which meant that being distracted would only lead to very imminent pain. Bracing himself, the villain finally said, "You can call me... the Ghost."
Jaune blinked. The Ghost seemed a little... put out by his lack of appreciation.
"I'm sorry," he said, awkwardly rubbing his neck, "but... the Ghost?"
"What's wrong with it?" she replied, all attempts at smouldering sexiness put aside as she folded her arms across her chest, "I'm a thief who gets in and out undetected, like a ghost. It's a good name!"
"But your costume doesn't really-"
The Ghost stamped her foot, "The whole point is that I don't get seen! What's the point of a fancy costume if nobody's going to see it."
"But I just-"
"I know you can see it!" she cried, throwing her hands up in exasperation. An awkward quiet fell over the both of them, leaving Jaune uncertain on what to do. Arrest her? He... supposed he still had to thwart the robbery...
"Well," he scratched his neck, hating how uncertain his voice sounded, "Now that we're past this, uh, 'Ghost,' I do still have to ask you to-"
"You're still trying to stop me?" she asked, incredulously. Narrowing her eyes, she stepped towards him, a very distracting sway in her hips that came off as simultaneously sensual and angry, leaving Jaune very confused on how to feel. "You insult my costume, my code name and-"
"And you're still breaking the law!" Jaune barked, a sudden surge of authority coming to his voice. Squaring his shoulders, he gave the Ghost a look of command and said, "You can turn away from your path of wrongdoing now, criminal."
The Ghost just stared at him, her mouth hanging open and a slight tremble across her body as Jaune delivered his full authority to her. It was a familiar sight from his rogue's gallery... well, every member of his rogue's gallery who wasn't Roman. Come to think of it, he was the only-
"Make me."
Her voice was so quiet, Jaune almost thought he misheard her. "What do you-"
"Make me," she said, much more clearly. There was... something in her amber eyes that Jaune could see, even past her mask, that made him suddenly feel a little unsure about what her goal was here, but Jaune couldn't allow any uncertainties to disrupt his posture. Narrowing his gaze upon the criminal before him, he said, "If you're looking for a fight-"
"You'll what? Spank me?" she said, turning her ass towards him and giving it a playful slap. "Don't think I haven't seen you staring at it... Pervert."
Jaune's eyes widened as he struggled to deny his earlier lecherousness. But as his stance slackened, he realized, that was her goal to begin with!
With a grin, she sprang at him on the attack, claws extended, but Jaune easily dodged. "Dirty boy," she giggled as she took another slash, but while she was quick, Jaune had been fighting criminals for long enough to see the weakness in her style. He let himself take a hit, feeling her claws rake down his arm, but putting the Ghost in a position where it was easy to grab her and bring his superior strength to bear. Pinning her arm in a hold, he pushed the subdued criminal down on her knees to see... to see...
To see that her suit had ripped.
And had ripped in a very particular area. And that loss of structural integrity had revealed that the overstuffed globes of her ass had swiftly made a small rip into a big rip... a big, "not wearing underwear" revealing rip... one that contrasted the creamy flesh of her cheeks against the dark black of her catsuit, and... and showed how utterly wet she was as she... struggled against his grip.
Though her struggles seemed less about getting away, but more an excuse to pant and... to gyrate...
Jaune moaned, struggling to resist the temptation that was hypnotically swaying before him. It would be... she was a captured prisoner, it would be so wrong... the Blake in his head was lecturing him about proper treatment of captives, but he sure couldn't hear any words over the puffy pink pussy lips swaying before him. Without even realizing it, he had slipped out of his pants, letting his very hard cock spring free, well engorged by the sight of his helpless captive shaking her ass and pussy at him so alluringly.
"What... what are you..." she asked as she felt the head of Jaune's cock begin to brush against her huge ass. "Oh! Y-you c-can't..." she gasped, but her words trailed away as Jaune's dick drifted to her slit, making her moan. Then she added in a quiet voice, "Oh, you're big..."
Jaune had no response. Just the feeling of his cockhead pressing against her slit, the sound of her mewling whimpers, but with such an obvious hint of eagerness as he realized she wasn't doing anything to get away from him. So he could just...
"NYAAAAAH!" she squealed, her pussy squeezing tightly along his shaft as Jaune plunged into her, "Oh, you're big, you're so big! You're splitting- OH! You're splitting me apart!"
But while the Ghost might be succumbing to Jaune's girth, the Huntsman found himself in an equally difficult struggle as he fought off this shapely seductress's unchecked assault on his own self control! Now that he realized that he was fucking her, Jaune was caught marveling at how amazing it was to just go balls deep into this pulchritudinous pilferer's perfect pussy. It was just so... so warm and wet and tight, and worse, her ass had slipped fully from her costume as the rough force of their fucking had further expanded the rip in her costume. Her glorious cheeks were bare and just begging him for it as they jiggled and wobbled with each mighty thrust! He just... he had to...
"EIIIYYYYAAAAAAAAH!" she shrieked, "Oh more, oh more, more more more, punish-" SMACK! "MEEEEEEEEEE!"
Well he was... punishing a criminal, and she was the one who had suggested it in the first place...
Using one hand to grab the Ghost by the hip, letting his own hips rock back and forth as he slammed into her pussy, Jaune raised his right hand... and then brought it down with another mighty SMACK as he left a bright red handprint on the Ghost's luminous globes. She, in turn, howled with pleasure as Jaune remembered that he had a duty to this delinquent.
SMACK! "And you won't be doing anymore-" SMACK! "-crimes, will you?" SMACK!
"Y-yes," she babbled, "anything- ANYTHING you want, j-just, PLEASE! Give- give your kitty her cream!"
Seizing her by the hips, Jaune resolved to make sure this thief learned her lesson by any means necessary! "I don't know if I believe you," he growled before he slammed into her as hard as he could, leaving the Ghost squealing as he gave her rump another heavy SMACK!
"I WON'T! I WOOOOOOON'T!" she cried, "Oh fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT YOU- OH GODS YES, YES, YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!"
As the Ghost screamed her climax, Jaune felt a wild surge of satisfaction at redeeming this criminal. And another surge was building within him...
Pulling out, Jaune barely had a moment before he came, spraying his seed all over the Ghost's generous backside. Splattering the creamy orbs of her posterior, he watched as the would-be thief moaned in approval, gleefully accepting his cum as it began to ooze down her cheeks.
Panting for air, Jaune leaned back and looked down at the mewling, writhing sex-kitten, his pearly cum still glittering on her ass in the dim lights of the museum. He... it wasn't an orthodox means of crime prevention, but... well, it worked.
And if it hadn't, well...
Worth it.
But still, his duties as the Huntsman compelled him to do more, to uphold his duty to the city, even after his legs felt almost jellied after the intensity of his climax. With a groan, Jaune asked, "And you... you won't be committing any more crimes, will you?"
The Ghost merely giggled, murmuring, "Wh-whatever y-you saaaaaayyyyyy, mister Huntsman..."
Good enough.
She had slept with the Huntsman. The Huntsman.
Blake still almost didn't believe it, every step feeling dreamlike and uncertain as she tried to piece together that, yes, it really happened. She'd slept with an honest-to-goodness superhero, and he had more than lived up to her fantasies!
She almost skipped, she was so happy. He had... he had plowed her, and it was the sexiest thing, getting screwed in the middle of a crime scene, she had ever imagined. Really, she'd been having some concerns about the amount of grand larceny and felony breaking and entering she'd been committing, but it had been worth it. So worth it. She still felt her legs shake a little with every step, and though she, reluctantly, had to shower off the residue of his cum on her butt, she could practically feel it all sticky and wet on her, setting off where his handprint still throbbed from where he spanked her.
Blake hadn't been spanked since she was a little girl, but she had just discovered she had a hardcore fetish for it. She wondered if she could bring a paddle with her for the next time she got "caught..."
And she was certain there would be a next time. Really, the Huntsman had to know what was up with the various villainesses in Vale. In terms of super-criminals, there was Roman Torchwick, who stole for money, the Red Huntress, whose wickedness knew no bounds, and an array of sexy girls in skintight costumes who couldn't make it more obvious what their actual interest was in the hunky Huntsman. What all these crimes were really about. But Blake had beaten them all to the punch and got to experience the HuntsMAN who had given her a brand new appreciation for the strong arm of the law!
Ugh, but keeping this quiet... that was going to be the real challenge. Not when her heart was singing---seriously, when was the last time she'd been this happy?---with a desperate need to share. Stepping into the cafeteria to grab a quick breakfast, she saw her friends at their regular table, and though she knew it'd be hard... she had a secret identity to maintain. And that meant not telling any of her girlfriends... even when she really wanted to. But even with this hardship, it was going to be impossible to keep the smile off her face!
"Hey girls!" Blake said, taking a seat with her friends, "How's it going!"
"Someone's chipper," Yang noted, adroitly---though it really wasn't something she could hide, "What, you actually swallow the canary this morning?"
Blake felt the smile drop away from her face. "Yang, we've talked about this," she grumbled, "I have the paperwork for a DEI complaint already-"
"Moving along from Yang being Yang," Weiss neatly cut in, "you do seem... unusually happy."
"Freakishly happy," Nora added, "Like, I think the last time I saw you smile was when that sushi place invited you to their soft opening. So what's up? Spill it, sister!"
"Oh, it's just-"
But Yang, who could never got ten seconds without putting her foot in it, cracked a wide grin. "Oh, I think I know what it is..."
Weiss turned up her nose and rolled her eyes, Nora chuckled, Pyrrha blushed, and Ruby, ever the child, asked, "You do?" obliviously.
Blake cut Yang off before she could reply. "I won't hide it," she said, leaning forward, "But yes, I did happen to... get lucky last night."
She was greeted with a series of hoots and applause. Even Pyrrha, who was honestly kind of crazy repressed, cracked a soft smile for her good fortune. For a moment, Blake was really thankful for her friends. Even if she couldn't tell them the truth that she was a masked super-criminal by night, it was good to have someone she could share stuff like this with and get their honest approval and support.
"Hey girls," the sudden voice of Coco Adel cut in as she and Velvet stopped by their table, "I heard the sounds of hot goss and I had to show up and offer to trade."
"Kittycat got lucky," Yang said, causing Blake to shoot her a glare. Coco peered down at her past her sunglasses, not even hiding her leer as she clearly imagined her naked... like Coco did for just about every girl on campus.
"Well, that's pretty good, but..." she said, turning her attention back to gossip, "What I've got is better---crazy crime wave last night, Princess Snowflake robbed the Valean National Bank, and Sundragon hit the Armory."
"The Huntsman didn't stop them?" Ruby asked as Blake inwardly winced . Tempting a crimefighter to a night of debauchery... might have drawn him away from other crimes that needed to be dealt with. And villainesses who would be furious if they learned what Blake had been up to with the man they were hoping to be "thwarted" by. Well, she thought to herself, better luck next time, girls.
"He never even showed," Weiss said, before clamming up as every eye at the table turned to stare at her. "I, um, I heard about it this morning?" she tried to explain.
"You had Huntsman gossip and you didn't share?" Yang said, shaking her head, "And I thought you were trustworthy, Weiss cream."
Weiss turned red. "I- I didn't think it was a big deal. None of you are big Huntsman fans!"
Blake couldn't hold back her laugh at that. Weissy thought she was the Huntsman's number one fangirl? Blake had a handprint on her ass that disagreed, and from the way her pussy was still feeling it, she knew she'd be out, in her catsuit, at the first chance she got to... test her rehabilitation, so to speak.
"I thought Sundragon wasn't a criminal anymore after the Hunstman stopped her and tied her up?" Ruby asked, painfully innocent as to why that would only encourage the brutish, busty blonde supervillain to keep doing crimes.
"Well..." Yang said, a blush on her face as she obviously was picturing exactly what Blake was, the Huntsman looming over his helpless foe... just like Blake got to experience for real... "Some criminals are just- hard to reform..."
"I'll say," Weiss grunted, "That brute's just greedy for more-"
Yang glared at Weiss. "Hey, you don't know what-"
"Hey," Ruby piped up, "has anyone seen Jaune? He's usually a fan of Huntsman talk."
At that, the table, Blake included, rolled their eyes. Coco shrugged. "Eh, whatever he's up to, who cares? No offense to the rest of you, being his friends and all."
"None taken," Blake demurred. She really wasn't concerned where Jaune was and was a little annoyed that the conversation had moved from the Huntsman---Vale's 100% certified super-hunk of mystery---to... Jaune Arc. Ruby's dorky friend.
Thankfully, Yang chimed in with a rumor she'd been hearing about the Huntsman and how Sundragon had basically thrown down the gauntlet to fight him personally. Heh, Blake knew enough about Sundragon to know that Yang's joking innuendos were much more accurate than Yang suspected, but those girls would have to get in line. Cause thinking about the Huntsman meant thinking more about last night, and she really needed another showdown, and soon.
This camping trip had been everything Yang had hoped for. Just her and Jaune on the open road, sleeping under the stars, taking in the beauty of nature, just... just being the two of them... together. Back at home, they all had too many responsibilities, too many distractions. There was work, of course, and Yang's kickboxing career, but there were also things that were good, but just... distracting. Like their friends. They had a very close knit friend group, and that meant there wasn't much Yang-and-Jaune that wasn't also with two or three other people. Even their apartment in Vale was shared with Yang's little sister, so it was hard to get truly private time like this vacation had in spades.
Particularly, she thought with a fond grin, last night, when she'd been able to try her hand at some of her more... exhibitionist fantasies and had Jaune fuck her right on the side of the road! It was crazy, the craziest thing she'd ever done, Jaune raising one leg with his right hand, holding her in place with his left as he fucked her from behind, her bare tits jiggling with every thrust, staring down the long highway and knowing that anyone cresting the hill would see a busty blonde beauty shamelessly getting railed by her stud... It had been a challenge to make it last and not just cum herself silly before Jaune got to enjoy her, but fuck it was hot!
She'd mostly been able to sell Jaune on the idea based on the fact that they hadn't seen a soul on this stretch of Interstate and were probably as isolated as someone could be, even for South Dakota. But fuck it had been hot to imagine some state trooper or trucker who'd get an eyeful of her tits, see her face twisted up in arousal as Jaune made her cum so easily... Yeah, she had always wondered if her daredevil attitude might translate to exhibitionist fantasies, but Jaune had really confirmed them on this trip. She'd have to talk to him when they got back about exploring this further. She wondered if Blake might have a thing for voyeurism...
Really, this trip had given them opportunities to finally have the time and space they didn't have back home, and that meant that all the things they'd always wanted to try were now available to them. It'd taken a bit of prodding, particularly with how reserved Jaune was, but once Yang had gotten him to come around on fucking her right by the side of the road, he really "came around" on it! Letting their kinky sides get their moment in the sun was giving Yang all sorts of new things to appreciate about her relationship.
But it wasn't just nonstop fucking. They really had been enjoying the camping, the hiking, watching the fire late into the night, her head resting against his shoulder... and then, of course, screwing each other's brains out every night! Yang had a high libido, and Jaune was the first boyfriend she ever had who'd been able to keep pace with her and not cry uncle after a month. She wasn't going to let that go to waste!
Yep: this had been a fantastic vacation and just underscored what a good thing she and Jaune had together. The only thing she might change would be to get Jaune on a bike of his own so that she could ride Bumblebee alongside him. She felt she could tempt him, as his busty biker chick, to go to Sturgis together some year. Jaune wasn't exactly "biker" material, but men got a bit of a pass when they were with a tough as nails chick who looked good in leather and had curves to flaunt.
But... being in a car did have its advantages...
Yang's eyes darted left, seeing Jaune in the driver's seat, idly tapping his finger along to the radio---they had a choice between a country station and a Christian station and the former wasn't that bad considering the options---as they headed straight down a long, empty highway. He'd been a real champ of a driver, hadn't he, taking more hours than she had so far and always the most boring and tedious parts of the drive. She really ought to do something to reward him or, at the least, to liven this stretch up a bit...
"Whoa!" Jaune said, jolted by the feeling of Yang's nimble fingers drifting towards his groin and deftly unzipping his pants, "Give me some-"
"Eyes on the road, dear!" she mock-chided, "You just let Yang take care of this little problem... though it's starting to look like a big problem to me!"
Popping li'l Jaune out of her boyfriend's boxers, Yang was pleased to see how nicely it responded to her touch. Only a little stimulation and she saw it bloom, pleasantly swelling up in her hand. Wrapping her fingers around his shaft, she admired its meaty girth as she began to stroke him up and down.
"Oh ffffffffuck," he moaned in contentment, "You sure aren't making it easy to focus on the road!"
"Shhhh," she hushed him, "You be a good boy and I'll take very good care of you..."
Before Jaune, Yang had never thought much of hand jobs, but she'd found that she enjoyed it quite a bit more when she had plenty of room to work with. It gave her a little thrill, seeing how small and delicate her fingers seemed---just about the only time she could ever describe herself as "delicate"---as his dick just kept growing. The feeling of her fingers being gently spread apart as it swelled within her grip was something she'd never experienced from another man, and while she was very possessive of her boyfriend... she really felt other girls ought to have an experience like this, too. But it was the length that really mattered. Keeping only a feather touch as she gently ran her hand up his shaft, then back down, Yang gently modulated her pressure and speed as she simulated what she really wanted to do to him. But though she couldn't fuck Jaune while driving, she certainly could drive him to distraction with a handjob!
A quick glance up---reluctantly looking away from his dick---confirmed that Yang was making it hard for Jaune to keep himself composed. But he was being a good boy, keeping his eyes locked on the road, trying so hard not to get distracted. Which meant a fun challenge for Yang. Licking her lips, she looked back down to what she was stroking. For an idle moment, she wondered if it wouldn't look better if she painted her nails. Always tomboyish and inclined for the rougher side of things---the exception being her hair, Yang would never skimp when it came to her hair---she'd never really thought much about making her hands more decorated, but it'd look good if she had long, red nails. And bright red lipstick, so she could see the ring she left at the base of his cock...
Licking her lips, Yang realized she was already salivating at the thought. Heh, he literally had a mouth-watering cock, but there was no denying it. It was so... big and proud, ridged with veins and with a thick and powerful shaft leading up to its head... oooh, yeah, she wanted to take that inside her. Wanted to feel it inside her.
"Ooooh, I want more..." she murmured. She hadn't realized she'd said it out loud until she heard Jaune chuckle, her eyes darting upward to see him still trying his best to keep from spurting right then and there. Made it feel like a challenge, a challenge she wanted to win. He thought he had the advantage over her, just because he had a big dick? Oh, she'd show him. She would show him!
"Lover..." she sighed with a seductive purr, letting the L roll off her tongue, "I want to take you inside me, to let you release inside me... help me out of my shorts and I'll really make you feel good."
She punctuated that remark with a smack of her lips, and Jaune wasn't thinking clearly enough to see there wasn't a connection between road head and being bottomless. But it was for her benefit: Yang wanted more, wanted to be more daring, more adventurous, and jacking him off was already getting her hot---what she had planned would be even crazier.
It was easy to wriggle out of her shorts as Jaune pulled down her panties. She loved that she only packed slender little lacy things---they always sank deep into the crack between her cheeks, and she loved the way the waistband had to just pop over her bubble butt. Not practical for hiking, but Yang made sacrifices. It made this next part good.
With her unnecessary clothing now shucked, Yang could lean over and see that gorgeous cock bob before her, like a tasty ice cream cone just begging to be licked. Bending over the center console, feeling her nipples brush against the faux leather (oh yeah, she was definitely not wearing a bra while they were driving) before she descended, starting with a playful kiss on his throbbing dick before she wrapped her lips around the head and started teasing him with her tongue.
Yang loved the way his dick... well, it was hard to put into words. The way it bulged against her cheek, the way his musky scent and taste mingled as she gave it her attention, the hint of precum in his flavor... and of course, how dirty she felt whenever she blew him. Jaune got a lot of things previous boyfriends didn't, and blow jobs had never been something Yang had personally enjoyed. Something to reward boyfriends who'd gotten her off, but taking someone's dick in her mouth had always been for their sake, their enjoyment. But not with Jaune. Something about Jaune made blowing him, rewarding him feel like a turn-on for Yang.
So she really needed to up the ante here.
Thinking of previous boyfriends had given her exactly what she ought to do. It was what every boy who dated her, flirted with her, glanced at her wanted. Popping off his dick, she heard the stifled, disappointed murmur, but she knew she'd make it up to him fast. Shucking her shirt, she let the girls bounce free and leaned back down to wrap them around Jaune's big, throbbing shaft.
"Eyes on the road, dear," she giggled as she began to work her tits up and down. "Ooooh, someone likes his girlfriend's big jugs, doesn't he?"
Jaune could only groan in response. Yang loved it. Her stoic boyfriend doing his best not to react, not to cum as she set about teasing and tormenting him, this was what made their relationship so much fun! As she felt that hard shaft squeezed between her soft boobs, she knew he was definitely praising God right now more sincerely than anyone on the Christian channel could ever dream of matching, and that told Yang it was time to bring things to their inevitable climax.
She bobbed back down, kissing the head of his cock as it poked out from between her boobs. It was nice to have a boyfriend long enough to do this, for quite a few reasons. She looped her lips around his head, giving it a nice suck, as she leaned forward even more, pulling her breasts away and starting to deep throat her boyfriend.
But as she was doing that, Jaune... Jaune caught her off guard and paid her back for all the teasing. Taking charge, Jaune pulled her ass up, and Yang moaned around his cock as she pressed her hams against the cool glass, feeling the material and imagining the show she'd give if there was anybody Jaune had to pass. Wiggling against it, getting herself nice and comfortable and exposed as she felt a trickle of her wetness drip down the window.
But her duty was to sucking cock and so that's where her focus went. He really did have a delicious dick, yet another way Yang discovered that what she thought were her preferences about men were real different when Jaune was involved, and she particularly enjoyed how it tasted after so many days out on their trip. She could taste the salt, the earthy musk of his body. She liked seeing her man get a little dirty, a little rough, and Jaune was tasty when he was a little outside civilization.
She felt his fingers slip into her hair, a privilege only Jaune got to enjoy as he placed a hand on the back of her head. Yang moaned her approval: she wanted him to get a little rough on her as she squirmed, hearing the squeak of her cheeks rubbing against the glass. He took her signal and began to push her down on his shaft, down into her throat where Yang struggled to keep her gag reflex suppressed as she took him, inch by inch, her eyes watering just like her pussy as she took him down.
But suddenly, she blinked, feeling the subtle shift as the car changed lanes. Jaune was- Jaune was passing someone?
"There's a trucker on the road, Yang," Jaune confirmed with a chuckle, "Wanna give him a surprise?"
Yang moaned, picturing it so clearly in her head. A trucker, bored on a long haul of flat, featureless terrain, idly glancing to the car passing him... and seeing Yang's ass pressed against the window, her wet pussy on display as she gave her boyfriend head. His eyes going wide as he took in the surprise show, his cock getting hard, just like Jaune's was right now. As Yang finally reached the base, feeling his pubes tickle her nose, she kept on deep throating him as she impatiently awaited the moment when-
HRRRRRRRRNNK!
Oh, fuck! Yang hadn't expected the appreciative honk from the admiring trucker would suddenly get her so fucking hot! Choking on Jaune's dick, she moaned and squirmed, her whole body shaking as she got off on a stranger, a man she couldn't even see looking at her naked body, her lewd misbehavior... Jaune, however, had her by the hair and was pumping away, using her lips, her mouth, her throat as a hole for his dick. With every pump, Yang made a rhythmic, wet, gagging noise, a HLK, HLK, HLK in time to his thrusts. Not that Yang minded. She was too distracted by cumming her brains out until-
With a sudden spurt, Jaune erupted in Yang's throat, pumping load after hot load right into her belly. She sputtered and coughed, feeling cum dribble out of her mouth, drip out of her nose as she was overwhelmed by the sheer quantity of his seed. She was a complete, drooling mess after that, needing Jaune to gently raise her off his dick and back up into her seat.
Feeling the fabric of the car seat she was no-doubt soaking with her cum, Yang felt a sudden, messy giggle come to her lips, a giggle that reminded her that she could feel the drool and cum dripping down her chin.
"Holy shit, Jaune," she said, "Ho-lee shit."
Jaune tried to fight off his smirk to no avail. "Enjoy yourself?"
"Like you wouldn't believe."
Jaune chuckled. Yang leaned back in her seat, glancing into the rearview mirror to show the Peterbilt shrinking away behind them. A shame she couldn't see the driver, much less the look on his face... But in a way, that made it better.
Reaching into the backseat for something to wipe her face off, Yang quickly found a towel. As she cleaned herself off, though, her eyes caught sight of the unmistakable prints left on the window by her ass. She thought about cleaning it off, but decided against it: a little reminder of what she had just done with her boyfriend. With a smile on her face, she looked back to her boyfriend, dick still out and with a goofy, satisfied smile of his own as he continued to drive down the highway.
Yeah, this trip was going pretty good.
The heat was... a lot. Weiss was an Atlesian girl, used to the seasonal changes of "snow" and "mud" then back to "snow," the feel of bundled furs and sipping hot chocolate by a fireplace crackling merrily, watching the snow fall gently over the land. Vacuo was... the exact opposite of that. And while they were here on an important mission that Weiss knew was of paramount global significance, it was also... very, very hot.
After beating Salem in Atlas and narrowly averting disaster by saving the Relic of Creation, the group had realized that there was no way for them to rest on their laurels. Salem had been beaten back, but with Atlas able to repulse her, she'd likely be going after softer targets. And Winter had concluded that that likely meant Vacuo. There was too much still in Atlas that needed to be settled to send a proper force, which meant... it was up to them.
Her sister taking over as General of the Atlesian Army was... something Weiss still didn't really believe was happening. But how much of their journey, where her and three of her school roommates were now the core of a war against an immortal evil, felt real before this?
For now, at least, they hadn't seen any signs of Salem's presence here. Just... the usual mess of drama and colorful local characters they came across wherever they looked, but Weiss could already feel herself exhaling a little. Letting the tension unwind a little and blow off some steam. And... endure the heat. Which some people were doing better than others.
Glancing at Blake and Yang, she clearly saw that one was from a tropical homeland, more than comfortable with just a breeze to stay cool, and the other was just shameless, stripping down to a bikini even indoors. Weiss wasn't going to let Yang make her feel jealous, especially because Yang kept reminding Weiss that half her goal in being dressed so... so skimpily was to get a reaction out of her. She wouldn't-
BANG!
Ruby stormed into their room, throwing the door open and causing the rest of the girls to glance up and see the stormy expression on her face.
"What's up, Rubes?" Yang cautiously asked, "Everything-"
"Those women!" Ruby cried, throwing up her hands in exasperation, "Those- those- those- oooooooh, I hate them so much!"
It was rare to see Ruby so visibly angry, but Weiss knew what she was talking about. It was the one thing that could crack through even Ruby's irrepressible cheer---something that infuriated every girl in the room.
It appeared that the situation between Jaune and older women was not merely a Mantle thing. Weiss had chalked it up to trophy wives eager to see a man who did actual work rather than moving papers around, but here in Vacuo, the women were just as thirsty, only... only, unlike in Mantle, people here in Vacuo didn't wear clothes. Well, they weren't nudists, but Weiss was horrified at the thought of being seen in some of the outfits these women sported! Even Yang's bikini was more modest than what some of these women considered appropriate streetwear. Jaune was a gentleman about it, but the sight of those... those hussies clustering around him, asking him to flex for them, as they cooed and complimented his body...
It made Weiss's blood boil.
They didn't know him! They hadn't been through the things Weiss had with Jaune. They just saw a handsome face and a broad, muscular chest, the sandy blond hair and the warm smile, those gorgeously blue eyes... but Weiss knew the man beneath the good looks. Weiss knew what it felt like to feel his Semblance, his aura coursing through her, to be brought back from the brink of death by his hands. What she had with Jaune was special, all they saw was... was another stud to have a little fling with!
"They're quite enamored with him," Blake quietly noted, "The bold Huntsman, his body muscular and toned by hard work... and fearless towards danger..." her voice trailed off as she obviously began fitting Jaune into one of her gross books. Of course she didn't see a problem with what those women were doing.
"I don't like it," grumbled Weiss. "They're just using Jaune, and he's liable to get hurt. He's been through a lot romantically and-"
"And he deserves better!" Ruby said, stamping her foot.
"Yeah, sure, we can all object to how those... women," for all Yang's posturing at nonchalance, Weiss didn't miss how her eyes flashed red at the thought of them, "treat Jaune, but we can't deny that they're offering him something he's not getting."
"She means sex," Blake whispered to Weiss, turning her crimson.
"I picked that up!" she hissed as Blake started to laugh. "If you two aren't going to take this seriously then-"
Yang cut her off as she snapped, "And what would you mean by that? You know I'm right that-"
"No!" Ruby said, slamming her fist down on the table. At Beacon, such a gesture would have come off as childish, but after their years of travel and war, Ruby had matured into a real leader. And with her silver eyes flashing, she looked the part as she added, "I am not going to see Team RWBY reduced to infighting when we all agree on the issue here! There are hussies after Jaune--- our Jaune!"
"Easy for you to say that," Blake said, her arms folded across her chest, "but keeping the MILFs off him is one thing, the real threat to any of us is in this room."
Weiss narrowed her eyes in response to her teammate glancing at each of them, sizing them up as threats. Of course Blake thought she was going to win Jaune's heart with her Ninjas of Love tricks! She was no better than the hussies, thinking that men only wanted one thing, and while lesser men might be interested in... tying a girl up or- or d-doing things with her... her butt, Jaune was her Knight. He wouldn't-
"Weiss is already fantasizing about Jaune rescuing her, so we can probably cross her off the list as a threat," Yang shrugged. "Hey Kitten, how 'bout you and me team up-"
"You can't do that!" Ruby stomped her foot, which, unlike her previous gesture, did come off as childish.
"You mean... you want to team up with Yang?" Blake asked, "A sister-sister threesome, the ultimate forbidden fruit... but I could offer him-"
"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!" Ruby shrieked as Yang doubled over in laughter.
"You're all depraved," Weiss glared at the dolts arrayed before her, "You think that just because you-"
"Have tits?" Yang suggested, to Weiss's vocalized fury.
"Might not be the advantage you think it is," Blake murmured, "Jaune did go after Weiss at Beacon. Perhaps he likes his women petite?"
Weiss knew it was beneath her to grin at that, but yes, she had what none of these cows had ever experienced. She might have foolishly thrown Jaune's affections away when she was 17, but she could still remember the way he looked at her. He wasn't distracted by big boobs or a willingness to bend over a lot in front of him, like some girls did. Jaune was knightly. He saw her as a princess, a princess who needed to be rescued from her tower of loneliness! And Weiss would see that look again, once she'd removed the competition!
She realized her hand was already resting on Myrtenaster. And that Blake's was on Gambol Shroud. Yang's fists were clenched as-
"STOP!"
They all turned to Ruby, the only one of the four who wasn't holding her weapon in her hand. And when Ruby wasn't bringing Crescent Rose into a conversation while the rest of them were ready to bring weapons to bear... it made all of them feel very ashamed of themselves.
"I said, we're all on the same side, and I meant it! We need to keep those hussies away and-"
"And how do we keep the hussies in here," Weiss cut in, her anger swiftly roused and her eyes flashing at Blake and Yang, "from doing the exact same thing?"
But while Yang's eyes flashed red, Blake didn't rise to Weiss's barbs. "Because..." she slowly began, coming to a realization, "Ruby's actually suggesting... we team up."
"Rubes..." Yang gasped, "You can't be... you can't be serious."
It was one thing for Blake or Yang to tease the rest of them about illicit threesomes. It was another thing for sweet, innocent Ruby Rose to propose it. Especially because, as the leader of Team RWBY... it almost felt like an order. Weiss glanced at her partner, seeing the way her cheeks pinkened, and yet, her silver eyes flashed with a familiar determination. She'd grown up a lot and... not just in terms of character. Seeing the swell of her breasts encased in a corset, the way her face had matured out of her earlier childishness and had become the very picture of an ingenue's beauty. In fact, all of them had matured into very attractive young women, whether in Yang and Blake's generous curves or Weiss's own elegant beauty, the four of them... there wasn't anything in Vacuo, in the whole world that could compete with Team RWBY united.
And if they needed to make sure nobody took advantage of their Jaune, then... then the best way would be to make sure he didn't even notice those shameless hussies!
"Alright Ruby," she asked, feeling the agreement of her teammates, her sisters in arms, behind her, "What's the plan?"
Feeling the warmth of the sun's rays on his skin, Jaune tried his best to forget the deep freeze of Atlas. And the Vacuan sun, sand, and surf was the best shot he had of thawing some of the permafrost out of his bones. He fought off an involuntary shiver as he remembered the icy wind that howled across the plains in Solitas---but he was at the beach now, far, far away from the bite of the cold.
Gods above, he was a Valean boy, of country stock. He'd lived through winters, he knew what a blanket of snow was like, but nothing in Vale had prepared him for what Solitas had in store. The continent was merciless, and it had given him a new appreciation for what Weiss had grown up under. That there was still a girl under the frosty exterior was a testimony to her strength, growing up in an environment where Jaune felt he would have buckled a hundred times over.
He never realized this about her back at Beacon. He was an idiot back then, a total moron who really did not deserve half the grace he'd been given. But he'd had the opportunity to grow as a man, to stop being so self-absorbed and actually learn to listen, and it had taught Jaune a lot about life. And a lot about the people around him. Particularly the girls of RWBY.
Where could he begin but with Weiss, who he had previously had an infatuation with while at Beacon. He'd embarrassed himself then, but now, he saw so much more of her than just a beautiful voice and an elegant bearing. He saw the girl who was working to throw off her family's old legacy and create a new one. A girl who wasn't blinded by prejudice, and... and he saw a girl who, now that she'd shown him her warmer side, was somehow even more attractive than ever before.
But it was more than just Weiss. It was all of them.
Yang was also a girl who had an up front persona, in this case, her boldly direct sexuality, that made it hard to see the deeply compassionate girl beneath it. But like Weiss, the girl beneath the beauty was just made so much lovelier for it, a girl who had her inner sorrows and struggles, but still gave the sunny cheer that lifted them all up. And... and she had huge tits. Just since leaving Beacon, Jaune had had three glimpses of Yang in just her bra and Maidens alive, his fantasies didn't come close to how hot she was.
And then Blake---Blake was a girl Jaune hardly ever spoke to back at Beacon, but now, he'd come to see her for both her character and her beauty in equal doses. Just like the rest of her team, she was an inspiration, her commitment to the Faunus cause even when she'd lost faith in herself. She had character enough to make Jaune feel humbled to be around her... And Jaune had also seen her bend over to search under a table to pick up a dropped pair of chopsticks. Had seen the Bellabooty in all its glory as she practically wiggled it right in his face, a reminder that, yes, she was as attractive as she was inspiring.
Finally, there was Ruby... his first friend at Beacon, Ruby had matured into a remarkable young woman. She was only 18, but Jaune still always felt like he was looking up to her, the kind of leader he always dreamed of being, the guide for what he wanted to become. And... and the years had been kind to her, no longer having the childish figure she had when admitted to Beacon. Her dark black outfits and red hood had proven to be a poor fit for the desert heat, but Ruby had responded by going... skimpier. Her dress seemed designed to emphasize that she wasn't a little girl anymore, and Jaune really, really struggled not to peek sometimes.
Four of the most beautiful women Jaune had ever known, each with a personality that humbled him. They were kind, brave, supportive, and committed to a righteous cause... and they were gorgeous. They inspired his aspirations of being a real hero and they "inspired" other parts of him in ways Jaune didn't really know how to deal with. He was always ping-ponging between feeling grateful for all they'd taught him, how much they inspired him and how much he felt like a lecher around them. But Jaune figured it was a small price to pay. And besides, he was on the beach, absorbing as much sun and heat as he could, he could try and think about other things.
Like, how isolated this beach was. Yang had suggested to the team that they go out to a beach that she'd heard good things about, but Jaune was starting to wonder if he'd written down the directions wrong. He wasn't as directionally-challenged as Ruby was, but seriously, nobody was near him, as far as the eye could see. Ren had asked him if he wanted him and Nora to go with him to the beach, even though the two of them couldn't stay (they had plans---gods, the two of them were cute as a couple!), but Jaune had insisted he wasn't about to get lost on the way.
"HEY JAUNE!"
Oh thank the gods, he wasn't at the wrong beach. Turning around, he... he...
He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw his friends approaching him. But they looked like... like a fantasy come to life, time slowing to slow motion as Jaune drank in every detail of their appearance.
Ruby's bathing suit was the easiest to describe. It was a red one piece, with a cute, ruffled skirt at the bottom. It was a very Ruby outfit, combining both the reserved, playful innocence of his first Beacon friend... while also reminding Jaune that Ruby had very much grown up from the 15 year old he'd met on his first day. Because her outfit blended cute with sexy, showing off that her figure had become a whole lot curvier than when he first met her, and made even worse by the context she was in.
Weiss was beside her, another vision of beauty in an elegant blue one piece. Her pale, porcelain skin was radiant in the sun, making her seem even more statuesque as she laughed at something Ruby had said, brushing her long braid from off her shoulder and giving Jaune a perfect view of her delicate, slender neck... making Jaune's imagination run wild with the thought of how it might look with a hickey... or how it might feel to give her one.
Sporting a bikini and a look of radiant confidence was Yang, gleefully letting her tits bounce with every step and knowing that Jaune's eyes couldn't stay on the other girls while her girls were getting nicely tanned all over, with only the tiniest triangles of fabric trying to get in the way of the sun's rays, covering just enough of what was required by law. Her golden tresses sparkled in the sun, the very image of blonde, busty beauty, in her element on the beach and making Jaune's eyes as wide as saucers as she flaunted what she had.
And Blake... dear gods, Blake's dark black suit, a one piece like the first two, but while Ruby's was cute and Weiss's was elegant, even as they showed off the girls' figures, Blake's raised questions of where she'd bought it. Bare skin, from her bellybutton, past her abs, up through her cleavage, and almost to her neck were on display in a cutout. It was like two black strips covering only what was needed by decency laws, but leaving so very much pale, creamy skin visible before it converged right between her thighs. Her breasts were tantalizingly close to full indecency, parted by the suit to give full view of her cleavage and threatening to, if Blake turned too quickly, to just... let a nipple slip right out. And the Bellabooty...
All together, the four of them... it was a fantasy come to life, and happening just after Jaune's reflection on how desirable they were, on every level. Too late he realized that there was no way he wasn't sporting an erection at the sight and wouldn't you know it...
Panic set in. Jaune's legs immediately tried to arch up, to cross, to do something at least halfway natural-seeming while also concealing the monster that had been roused by this... this... oh gods, why hadn't he listened to Nora! Nora, who had been entirely right about this whole situation for... for the first time ever! Suggesting that Jaune was being led to a deserted beach so they could tease him with skimpy outfits and have their way with him-
Taking a deep breath, Jaune tried to play it cool. He was actually thinking Nora's teasing might have a grain of truth, a sure sign his brain had overheated in the sun... or overheated from Yang's bikini, seriously, how was that legal? And Blake's ass practically hanging-
Breathe. He had to... had to breathe. Remember his Huntsman training and breathe. Like around the moms, he had to be... be a professional Huntsman first and foremost, just don't think about the fact that Weiss looked like a marble statue come to life to-
Oh no. Ohhhhhhh no, this was going to be rough.
"Jaune," Weiss said, her eyes narrowed in businesslike directness, "we have to talk."
SHIT! They were already next to him! "Wh-what do you mean, W-Weiss?" he asked, failing in every degree to sound casual because he was mostly concerned with trying to spare some blood for his brain.
"It's not bad!" Ruby quickly cut in, "It's just, um, just that we... we think that you have, um, have too many, um, women who-"
"I got this, Rubes," Yang cut in before leaning down and thrusting her chest right into Jaune's face, "All those Vacuan hussies trying to mack on you? Well, they need to 'mack' off."
Jaune's eyes went wide... well, wider, they were already pretty wide from drinking in the sight of Yang's cleavage. "I... I didn't realize that I was coming off as unprofessional?" he said in some semblance of trying to make sense of things, "I, it's like in Mantle, I can't control how they-"
He was cut off as Blake put a delicate finger to his lips... practically inviting him to suck on it as she purred, "We have a much better idea for how to keep those girls away... by staking our claim on you now, Jaune."
Blinking in surprise, Jaune was about to ask for explanation before Ruby burst out, "JAUNE-WILL-YOU-DATE-US? PLEASE-SAY-YES!"
Which left Jaune even more speechless until Weiss blushed and said, "What... what Ruby said, that's what I wanted to talk with you about... would you... consider... a, um, a nontraditional relationship of you with, um, the- the four of us? Please?"
He'd never seen Weiss seem so... fragile and tender, the pleading look in her crystal blue eyes, the wavering uncertainty in her voice as she asked him to consider... something Jaune had dreamed about while back at Beacon. And not just having Weiss for a girlfriend... having the whole team! The entire... the entire Team RWBY. The girls who meant so much to him. And... and who felt he meant so much to them.
Looking around, he saw that all the girls had the same look of hopeful uncertainty. The same tenderness, even if hidden beneath Yang's boisterous exuberance or Blake's alluring coquettishness. They wanted him. They were counting on him.
And Jaune didn't let the people close to him down.
Smiling at the four of them, Jaune felt a surge of confidence well up inside him as he answered, "Of course. I- I can't imagine anything better than, well, the four of you. I hope-"
Jaune was cut off as Weiss surged forward to kiss him right on the lips. It took him a moment to process it, but even before he did, Jaune's reflexes kicked into gear and he began to kiss her back with a passionate ardor.
"No fair!" Ruby whined, "Weiss! We were going to share Jaune!"
"Well, he's only got one pair of lips," Blake suggested, "So I guess we have to-"
"First come, first served!" Yang announced, and Jaune felt Yang's lips meet his ear with a wet smack as she started playfully nibbling on his earlobe and leaving a trail of kisses down his neck. This was obviously something Jaune wasn't familiar with, but he did his level best to try and give Weiss the attention she needed, kissing her back while trying not to succumb to the sheer overwhelming reality of kissing his Beacon crush. But... but he had to give attention to more than just Weiss, which meant...
Jaune reluctantly broke away from Weiss's lips, then looked to the girls and saw the dilemma they were in. It was... it was going to take some leadership to keep things in order here.
"How about we handle this, um, two at a time," he suggested, "where I can start with Yang and Weiss and then... well, I'll do my best to take care of all four of you!"
Ruby folded her arms across her chest, pouting, "So what do Blake and I do while you're having fun with Weiss and Yang?"
Jaune was about to make an appeal to Ruby's sense of responsibility as the leader, only to get cut off.
"Oh, I think we can entertain ourselves while waiting. After all... I've been meaning to show my leader my obeisance..." Blake purred.
"Wait, what's 'obeisance' me-"
Ruby's words were cut off as Blake's lips met hers. But before Jaune could savor the sight of Blake catching Ruby in a lustful kiss, Yang and Weiss insistently took his attention back to them. Yang aggressively thrust her bikini-clad breasts right in his face, as Weiss showed an uncharacteristic forcefulness in yanking his swim trunks down.
"Ohhh, yeah, Jaune, that's right," Yang moaned as Jaune buried his face in her cleavage, "Kiss my titties, oh, fuck that feels good to finally wrap my tits around you!"
Jaune gave a muffled note of agreement as he felt Weiss's lips on his cock. He was so hard from just the sight of the four of them, a situation that had only gotten worse from being propositioned for a fivesome, and Weiss's wet, delicate mouth timidly exploring how much of him she could take inside her was making it difficult to control himself.
Reaching down, with one hand, he firmly gripped Yang's tight butt, kneading it as she gasped in approval, and with the other, he wrapped it in Weiss's hair, guiding her as she blew him. This... this was heaven, a fantasy come true, not just for Jaune, but countless other Beacon and visiting students. Jaune sighed in happiness as he slipped one of Yang's heavy breasts from her swimsuit and began to aggressively suck on and play with a fat nipple. Grazing it between his teeth, he was rewarded with a yelp of pleasure as Weiss explored taking him deeper and deeper down her throat. Huntress training apparently gave Weiss the control needed to suppress her gag reflex even on her first blow job.
But even as Jaune was enjoying himself, Weiss suddenly popped off his dick without warning. And though she gasped for air, it wasn't because Jaune had overwhelmed her. Instead, she cried out, "Jaune I- oh, I need- I need more!"
"Same here!" Yang giggled, pushing Jaune down flat onto the beach towel as she untied and slipped out of her bikini bottom and presented her glistening pussy to his sight for only a moment before she spun around and dropped it right into his face.
No challenge was too much for a Huntsman, though, and Jaune set to probing her folds with his tongue with dedication and fervor, finding her clit and giving her his total commitment to getting her off. Yang's squeals of pleasure guided him as he lustily ate her out, until he suddenly felt Weiss's pussy lips against the head of his cock. His vision blocked by Yang's ass and his voice muffled by her pussy, Jaune was driven to distraction by the feeling of the trembling Heiress lining up her slit against the head of his dick.
"Fuck, this is hot," Yang panted, "Oh fuck, this is even better than I thought it'd be. Come- come on Weiss, ride the stallion!"
"D-don't rush me..." Weiss murmured, rubbing against his head and showing Jaune how wet she was.
"Just fuck her, Jaune!" Yang cheered, "You've been waiting way too long to give the Schnee the D!"
Jaune expected Weiss to object to the pun, but instead, he heard her laugh, high and tinkling like crystal, the musical chime of the free, fun-loving Weiss they'd all discovered beneath the stuffy exterior. And with Yang cheering her on, Weiss summoned the courage to drop down and-
"OH! OH! OH!"
Yang squirmed on Jaune's face. "Gods, gods, this is hot..."
Weiss continued to gasp out as she dropped right down Jaune's dick to the base. She was so fucking tight that Jaune almost couldn't believe what he was feeling, but instinct once more took over, guiding his hips to start the gentle rhythm of fucking her, rising and falling as he slowly gained speed until he was bouncing her on his dick, the words "More!" and "Harder!" from both Weiss and Yang telling him he was getting results.
He could hear Weiss and Yang above him, moaning and grinding against him and- and against each other. Yang giggled, "Do you like 'em, Princess? Like burying your face between my big titties?"
Weiss's approval was clearly muffled by Yang's cleavage, her generous titflesh surely drowning the more petite girl in pleasure. Something Jaune could picture perfectly as he bucked his hips upwards with a mighty thrust, Weiss's muffled squeal of ecstasy rewarding him as Jaune set into both girls' pussies with a wild abandon. The girls cried out in surprise and pleasure, the two of them testing the limits of Jaune's control as he vowed to get the both of them off. To get all four of them off! To show Team RWBY he could be the man they thought he was!
Unsurprisingly, Weiss was the first to go, her voice rising in clarity as she pulled away from Yang's bosom to pant, "Oh- oh- oh gods- oh- oh Jaune- d-don't stop, Jaune, Jaune, JAUNE- FUCKING- JAUNE- YES!"
He could feel her pussy clench around his cock, the tremors of her orgasm ripping through her. Any attempt by Yang to tease Weiss for her climax was cut off as Jaune aggressively explored her pussy, leaving Yang completely powerless to say anything but an echo of Weiss's own cries until she, too, exploded, drenching Jaune's face with her juices and telling Jaune he didn't have to hold back any longer.
With a mighty and satisfied groan, Jaune could let his dick finally just let loose, pumping jet after jet of his seed deep into Weiss, still riding him even as she reeled from the might of her orgasm. Weiss let out a low moan as she felt Jaune flood her pussy, both girls leaning on each other for support and faintly giggling at what they'd just done. To think, Jaune had just fucked Beacon's Ice Queen and Blonde Bombshell together, and the two of them had been drained more than he was.
The wonders of damn big aura reserves.
Jaune wished to spend more time with the girls, to fully focus on their pleasure, but he knew his job was only halfway done, at best, and he needed to attend to Ruby and Blake as well. He gently stirred the girls off of him, but exhausted by their climaxes, they simply toppled to the side. Sprawled out on the warm sand, Yang and especially Weiss, with pearly cum sparkling in the sunlight as it dripped out of her perfect snatch, looked like the very image of bliss. Blinking in the sunlight, Jaune could scarcely believe it that he'd just fucked even one of the most desirable girls he'd ever met, but two of them, and left them both satisfied... it was almost...
"Well, Jaune," Ruby's confident voice pulled him back from the sight before him, "I hope you've got some energy left for the rest of Team RWBY... and your favorite socially awkward buddy!"
Jaune turned to see Ruby and Blake fully undressed, with Blake still kneeling between Ruby's legs, the traces of their earlier activity still glistening on Ruby's pudenda... and Blake's face. It seemed that though Ruby might be inexperienced with sex... she had no trouble taking charge of things.
"Mmm..." Blake purred, her cheek pressed against Ruby's pussy, "Just the sound of you... dominating Weiss and Yang, it was almost enough to get me off!"
"But almost isn't good enough!" Ruby barked in her most commanding, authoritative voice. Jabbing a finger at him, she ordered, "Jaune! It's time fo you to fuck us both!"
"T-take us from behind!" Blake said, dropping too all fours and raising her ass up high. Ruby didn't hesitate to join her, both girls rubbing booties against each other to entice Jaune back up to full strength, his cock visibly rallying at the sight before him... and the unthinkable choice of Ruby's tight, teen pussy and Blake's epicly spankable Bellabooty.
At least, he'd like to claim it was an unthinkable choice. Watching Blake's ass quiver as his cock slid neatly into her pussy was a sight Jaune would never forget. Hearing Blake literally meow in shameless pleasure was a sound he'd never forget. The feeling of Blake's pussy enveloping his cock as it slid in, like a sword in its sheath, was something Jaune would definitely never forget. Even as Ruby made an annoyed whine, Jaune could only sheepishly offer his hand in apology as he moaned in pleasure from the indescribable feeling of taking Blake from behind. At least, slipping a finger into Ruby's pussy did ameliorate her annoyance. And with one hand occupied, Jaune realized... well, he had a free hand, and he just had to...
"MIAAAAAOOOOO!" Blake cried out, "Oh, th-thank you, nya! Sp-spank your kitty!"
Ruby giggled, showing no hard feelings towards her teammate as she added, "And fuck your pussy cat's pussy!"
"Yes, yes!" Blake cried, "J-just give me-" SMACK! "NYAAAAAAA!"
Jaune's fingers dexterously explored Ruby's folds as he thrust away into Blake. Both girls gasped and panted as Jaune found their weak spots and mercilessly exploited them. With a sudden cry, Blake could no longer remain on all fours, toppling forward and moaning Jaune's name and some variant of "right there!" and "nya!" as she fell facedown in the sand---which gave Jaune an impish goal in his mind.
"Ruby..." he said, a taunting lilt in his voice, "I'm gonna make you lose control and fall forward, just like Blake did..."
"Ha," Ruby panted, "You- you may have bested the rest of RWBY, b-but I'm not... I'm not gonna give in so easy!"
"Are you sure?" he asked, glancing down at Blake as he delivered another meaty SMACK! and leaving a red handprint on the glorious curve of her ass. Blake gasped as she took it, deliriously giggling into the sand as her whole body shook with every thrust.
"Oh yes, yesyesyes, Jaune, yes," she babled, "Gonnacumgonnacumgonna- GONNA FUCKING- OH- OH- OH-"
With an explosive "MRAAAOOO!" Blake climaxed, yowling like a cat in heat as Jaune finished her off. Withdrawing his hand from Ruby's pussy and his cock from Blake's snatch, he looked at the final girl, the leader of RWBY... who looked over her shoulder to meet his gaze with a challenging look of her own.
But as Jaune moved to fuck the last girl of the foursome, Ruby surprised him. Rolling onto her back, she spread her legs wide, and then... blushed. A sudden nervousness on her face as she practically whispered, "I... I wanna-" Ruby turned as red as her cape as she said, "I want to be able to look into your eyes while we... while we do it."
"Of course," Jaune said, leaning forward to kiss her, only to suddenly rethink the option as he remembered that, moments ago, his lips had been attached to her sister's pussy, but Ruby made the decision for him. She shot forward, catching his lips with her own and slipping her tongue into his mouth, heedless of the implications as she thoroughly tasted Jaune's tongue.
The only thing that broke their kiss was Ruby's gasp as Jaune penetrated her, his dick finding no resistance as her soaked pussy gladly welcomed him in a passionate embrace. But as soon as Jaune had entered Ruby, she was kissing him once more with a feverish intensity. With Weiss and Yang and Blake, Jaune had struggled to maintain discipline, to not exhaust himself when there were still others to satisfy, but now, his discipline worn down by wild eroticism and with Ruby rounding out the number, he could stop holding back. They both fell into a passionate rut, their bodies entwined in passionate lovemaking, a mess of kissing, thrusting, and grinding as they both sought the boundless pleasure of a new relationship.
In between kisses, Ruby took in quick lungfuls of air and gasped out notes of joy and pleasure. Jaune did likewise, the two unlikely team leaders making love as the fulfilment of the bond they'd forged together over dreams they weren't sure how to realize, the faith they had in one another, and the way they'd both grown together. Seeing his desire, his lust, his love, all mirrored in her eyes, Jaune knew this was a bond that would never be broken. Even on a globe-spanning mission against an ancient evil, they were together. Jaune and Ruby... and Weiss and Blake and Yang. Together.
It was too much. Jaune could already feel the explosion building within him as he broke away from the kiss, just in time for Ruby to cry out, words spilling from her mouth, "Jaune, I- I love you, Jaune! I've loved you since- since- OH JAUNE!"
"OH RUBY!" Jaune cried as well as they came together, the both of them crying out the other's name as they released in a rush of orgasmic bliss. Jaune emptied his balls into Ruby's tight pussy as Ruby shook with the titanic force of her climax. The both of them were rocked by the wave of pleasure and passion that swept the both of them away, the tremendous finale to the most insane, most wonderful, most lovely thing Jaune could imagine.
When he came back to his senses, the first thing Jaune realized was that he was still inside Ruby and still on top of her. She had her eyes closed, a blissful expression like her teammates' on her face, even as Jaune withdrew and, on shaky, tired legs, rose up to take a look around at the four girls he'd successfully fucked into submission. And there was the beach towel, the one he'd started on, emblazoned with Beacon's logo, the place that had brought them all together, the place where he'd met these wonderful girls. He stumbled over to it before dropping down on the towel, the thump rousing the girls back to wakefulness.
They were a mess of sand, drying cum, sweat, and other fluids, but wearing very, very happy smiles as they crawled in to join him on the towel. The sun was shining, enveloping them all in a cozy warmth as the happy fivesome got comfortable together. Ruby and Weiss on Jaune's right, Yang and Blake on his left.
"We should have done this years ago..." Weiss dreamily murmured.
"Oh?" Yang asked, an impish tone to her voice, "But would the Ice Queen deign to allow Jaune to court her if she-"
"If she knew he could fuck her like this," Weiss cut her off, "she'd have been an idiot to turn him down."
"And I wouldn't want Jaune unless we could all have him," Ruby added. "Team RWBY forever."
Blake gave a pleased sigh. "Mmmmm, yes... we have so many things to try out... all the different arrangements and combinations, different outfits and roleplay, anal, and-"
"And you'll get your chance, Kitten," Yang said with a laugh, "But I think Jaune's a little too worn down to jump right to the next scene..."
Now, Jaune laughed. "I dunno," he said with a wry grin, "but if Blake's proposing anal, I might-"
"You need your rest!" Weiss cut in, bossily, "I am not letting anyone wear you out before we're even out of the first week of our relationship!"
"Jaune's got shitloads of aura," Yang suggested, "And he can recharge our auras, so if we wanna try going all night, this is the guy who can seriously do it."
But before any more playful quarreling could continue, Ruby cut her team off to give the final word on the matter.
"Jaune and RWBY," she said, snuggling close against his chest, "Just how it was supposed to be."
Jaune squeezed his new girlfriends back, hearing the chorus of coos and murmurs of agreement as they all curled in closer. "Just how it's supposed to be," he happily agreed. For a moment, he felt something familiar, a feeling of late nights on the rooftop, a feeling of... of approval, happiness for his happiness. Jaune looked up to the blue sky, the fluffy white clouds lazily floating across his vision, and expressed his silent thanks before he let himself drift off in the loving embrace of his girlfriends.
As Beacon's resident voice of what was hot, or not, Coco had long since done a thorough review of the girls at Beacon, an assessment of not just their bodies (though she'd done a thorough search), but also their personalities. Because that was even more important to her---Coco knew that it wasn't just the outfit, but how you wore it that counted. Yang's huge tits were a major plus in Coco's books, but the confidence Yang had to rock them made her super hot. Blake's gorgeously silky hair combined with her aura of mystery to make her seem like a romance novel protagonist, like one of the characters from those trashy ninja books come to life. But some girls... some girls just didn't match their looks.
Like Pyrrha Nikos. Amazon warrior-goddess Pyrrha Nikos had a body that made even Coco want to fall down on her knees and offer to serve as a footstool. But her personality was so... so meek, it just detracted from the whole thing! And meek wasn't bad, Velvet could pull off meek so well that Coco could get weak in the knees from thinking of her bun with even the tiniest frown on her face, but Pyrrha wasn't Velvet. She was a deluxe sports car with a tragically underpowered engine. So usually, Coco just kinda skipped over Pyrrha while girl watching, especially because she didn't want to get tangled up in that drama with the whole love triangle that was going on there. Pyrrha could keep that nonsense. Boys were fine in Coco's mind, she wasn't exclusively into girls, but come on, Pyrrha could score way better than tall, blond, and gangly. Oh! And in love with another girl.
Which meant that when Pyrrha complimented Coco's belt, she almost didn't notice.
"I'm sorry, what?" she asked, checking the drink in her hand as if to verify that it was her first Strawberry Sunrise (shoutout to Yang---Coco had been underestimating girly drinks) and not her third.
"Your belt," Pyrrha said, her voice quiet, but... direct in a way Coco wasn't sure she'd heard before, "It's very nice. It draws attention to your hips very... nicely."
Okay, now Coco was really wondering if there was something in her drink, because she had just heard Pyrrha imply that she had nice hips and from the way she'd said "nicely," Coco could practically feel the way she'd clearly been checking out her ass.
Flashing a confident grin, Coco decided she was going to see if this was for real or just a very strange hallucination. "Oh," she politely deflected, "really, it's nothing. Just needed something to accessorize this outfit with, and like you said... it does draw attention to my ass."
Pyrrha didn't even correct her. "It does indeed..." she said, her eyes drifting downwards.
Holy shit. Cereal Girl was drunk. Or... or something. She didn't seem drunk, but maybe... maybe she handled her liquor really well? The party hadn't been going on for long enough, but maybe she pregamed, or... or maybe...
Coco suddenly felt nervous in a way she hadn't felt since her time at Pharos. The kind of nervous that made her heartbeat a driving percussion in her thoughts as her stomach suddenly got butterflies. At Beacon, Coco didn't get nervous. She made other girls get nervous, but now that Pyrrha was looking at her in a way Coco recognized, her emerald eyes carefully undressing her, Coco was encountering what Pyrrha Nikos looked like confident.
And it was making her panties drop.
"You know..." she said, striking a more flirtatious pose as she felt the Invincible Girl's gaze roam over her body, "I was wondering if this outfit was... too conservative for this party. I had another one in mind, back in my dorm, if you'd like to see that one, too. Tell me if I made the right choice..."
It wasn't subtle. Wasn't artful. But right now, Coco was standing before the redheaded Goddess of Beacon that had been lurking in mortal form for too long. She wanted to see if that confidence kept up when clothes came off, because if it did...
Leaving the party wasn't even a question. The two of them simply slipped away, and following Pyrrha back to her dorm, Coco was thanking the gods that she had an open room. Coco's own room wasn't an option thanks to stupid Yatsuhashi and his stupid "I need to get these reports done," but JNPR was apparently all out tonight. Coco had seen Nora at the party, and had no doubt Ren was also there, just to keep his partner reigned in, and though she hadn't seen Pyrrha's sweet doofus of a leader (Coco loved Jaune, nicest guy, even if she hated how lucky he was to get Pyrrha for a partner) at it, if Pyrrha said she had an open room, Coco was just gonna accept her good fortune.
Really good fortune, particularly as the door shut and a sudden pair of sexy Amazonian lips were against hers. Coco had not expected Pyrrha to be so aggressive, but she was more than happy to enjoy the normally so reserved beauty showing Coco her more amorous side. Her tongue invaded Coco's mouth, simply dominating her as Coco could only moan. She was not a submissive girl, not in the least, but right now, she was whatever Pyrrha wanted her to be. Particularly as Pyrrha's hands seemed to be fucking magic as she began to paw at Coco's tits with one as the other squeezed her ass. Where the fuck did she learn this?
But Coco wasn't really asking questions, just letting these sensations... wash over her. Pyrrha Nikos was taking her breath away and she wasn't going to spoil it with trying to take charge or make sense of things while Pyrrha knew exactly what she was doing. When Pyrrha broke the kiss, Coco was in a daze, barely able to stay on her feet as Pyrrha suddenly broke the thin strand of drool still connecting them as she stepped away. Coco made a whimper of protest, but Pyrrha quickly turned with a soft smile.
"How do you feel about ropes, Coco?"
She asked this while holding up a length of nylon cord, making Coco's mouth go dry. She felt like she was the freshman here, the confident older girl (certainly the taller girl) looming above her with a promise of sexual fantasy glinting in her eye and extended in her hands.
"If... if that's what you like..." Coco panted, still feeling the echo of that kiss, as Pyrrha drew up on her and began to strip her bare.
Coco had faced Pyrrha in the ring and knew what it felt like to have the Invincible Girl utterly unmake your defenses, a feeling that was echoed as Pyrrha set upon her now. Her clothing was effortlessly removed, her expensive, carefully selected couture swiftly becoming little more than a messy pile on the floor. Not that Coco cared. She wanted Pyrrha to see her naked, to see her full chest beneath her lacey bra, to see how wet her pussy was. And as soon as the clothes came off, Pyrrha proffered the rope. Coco was a little anxious about this, but... Pyrrha clearly knew what she was doing. Now was not the time to start having doubts. And as soon as she was looped into the elaborate shibari...
Holy shit, Pyrrha knew bondage. Holy shit, how did Pyrrha know bondage? Holy shit, Coco fucking loved bondage, at least, if Pyrrha Nikos was the one putting her in bondage! The ropes practically kissed her skin with even the tiniest movement, leaving Coco totally held in place while also heightening her pleasure. Coco was suddenly wondering if Pyrrha wasn't just meek, but just... someone who had to keep her kink so deep in the closet that when it came out...
"Wow," she murmured, testing the ropes and feeling them squeeze her tits, put friction on her clit, and make Coco even more turned on. "You-you're really good at this..."
But Pyrrha's mysterious smile just disappeared from her face as her whole appearance changed in an instant. Now she seemed as cold and severe as a marble statue, looming above the helpless Coco with divine authority, and made her... have to admit, she was finding this even hotter than the earlier-
"I've seen the way you look at him."
Coco wanted to say something, to object to the way the whole vibe had just changed, but Pyrrha stared at her with a hateful fury that was as uncharacteristic as her earlier flirtatiousness and even more effective at silencing Coco than a gag.
"You're just like Velvet," she said, practically spitting the name, "Just like Blake and Weiss and all the other whores who think they're good enough for him."
This... this suddenly didn't feel like a game. Coco shook her head, asking, "What- what are you talking about..."
"Just like all the others," Pyrrha sneered, reaching a hand down to cup her (unfortunately very sensitive) pussy, causing Coco to feel an electric burst of pleasure. "You object with your words, but my fingers get the truth out of you! By the time I'm done with you, you'll admit it. Admit that you're in love with Jaune, that you're trying to take him from-"
"I'm not in love with your boyfriend, you fucking psycho-" Coco suddenly gasped as Pyrrha's finger flicked her bean with a level of precision that she'd never felt before, the sudden blast of pleasure making her scream, "-BIIIIIIIIITCH"
"Don't lie to me," Pyrrha growled, "or I'll break you down like I had to break down Blake."
It took Coco a moment to process what she was hearing, but she slowly realized... she had a sense of what Pyrrha was talking about. Hadn't there... hadn't Blake been unusually distracted recently? She'd been going through that thing where she'd been obsessed with something with the White Fang after all that stuff with Torchwick so Coco didn't think much of it, but when she mentioned it, hadn't Velvet blushed when she'd brought-
"V-Velvet?" Coco suddenly gasped, "W-what did you do to Velvet?"
"Nothing," Pyrrha softly cooed, her voice sounding like sweet poison, "Once I taught her to stop lying, she and I became very good friends." Then she darkened. "Which was why she told me that you were lusting after my Jaune!"
Coco shook her head in dismay, "N-no, it's not- not- OH GODS!"
Squealing in the worst pleasure imaginable, Coco was caught off guard by the vibrator Pyrrha had roughly shoved into her pussy. That sixth sense for weaknesses she was so good at exploiting on the battlefield was just as good in the bedroom, and she brought Coco so close to cumming she could almost taste her climax... before it was torn away, leaving her a panting, confused, overwhelmed, and betrayed mess, tied to a chair at the mercy of a jealous lunatic.
But it was the betrayal that stood out to Coco. Velvet had been distant recently. But she was distant a lot, she went through phases where Coco knew to give her space and let her explain herself later, because it wasn't- it was never "I've been sexually dominated by a crazy bitch who's demanding I accuse more girls to be tortured." All those times she'd offered Velvet a sympathetic ear... she was just painting herself as an obvious target to be turned over to Pyrrha.
"It's the lying that angers me," her captor continued, "I understand you can't help yourself around him. He's... he's like no one else," she said, her voice suddenly becoming so soft and gentle, so full of wonderment that Coco could almost forget that it was the voice of a woman who tied her to a chair and edged her for truly insane reasons. "Really, I understand where you're coming from, Coco. It's natural to fall for him. But I can't share him. I wish I could. I know he has love enough for more than me, but I... I can't."
"Pyrrha..." Coco moaned, realizing how stupidly hot she was finding this as she begged for sanity, "I don't- I really don't have anything for Jaune! I like girls way more than- OH FUCK THERE RIGHT THERE OH GODS!"
Coco had been with enough women, and experimented enough with self-pleasure, that she thought she knew what was possible in the bedroom. But this... what, was this her Semblance? Did being the supreme ass-kicker of Beacon also transfer over to being the best at fingering girls? And if she could do this with only a vibrator her magic fucking fingers...
"Yang said the same thing," Pyrrha growled. "Thought she could trick me, but I knew the RWBY girls couldn't be trusted. They were too close to him, too... too..."
Coco felt the rage building in Pyrrha's voice and her body unconsciously braced itself for-
OH FUCK!
Coco's mind simply exploded in fireworks of pleasure as Pyrrha made her cum harder than she ever had before! How was Pyrrha so fucking good? Coco was struggling to breathe as waves of pleasure buffeted her from every side! This crazy bitch was making Coco love what she was doing to her, which was just- just- just fucking crazy!
Not that Pyrrha cared. "I... I know this is wrong," she confessed, "I know you girls can't help yourselves, but I don't have a choice! You know what it feels like to have him look at you like you're beautiful and... and I'm a selfish girl. I can't share him, even though I know I should."
Coco had never really cared for any man who looked at her like she was beautiful. There were plenty, and if Jaune had been looking at her like that, it would be more a matter for Coco's ego than anything, and even then, just a box to check that, yeah, she was hot and people knew. But with her brains being nothing more than a maelstrom of arousal at the moment, Pyrrha's words had a pretty effective claim at truth. Regardless if Coco normally cared that Jaune thought she was beautiful, Coco right now couldn't really contest the only thoughts coherent enough to cling on to. Particularly as Pyrrha's fingers didn't stop with just one climax.
"You don't have to lie to me," Pyrrha said, her voice so soft and understanding that Coco wanted to tell her anything she wanted to hear. "You just have to tell me what you really think about Jaune, and then I can let you go, Coco."
But still, Coco's brain had some self recognition. "Jaune?" she asked, her words slurred as her thoughts struggled to put together what she thought, what Pyrrha was telling her she thought, and a lot of her pussy telling her how horny she was. "I dun- I dunno wha- I... Jaune's not... not m-my type?"
She saw Pyrrha's face sink and a stab of guilt came to Coco's-
Wait, hold on, what the fuck? Coco's sense of self reasserted itself in a hurry as she realized what Pyrrha was doing here. "Oh, holy fuck" Coco murmured, "You- you really are m-making girls fall in love with your c-crush so you can- can- oh gods, you're crazy, you're totally fucking crazy!"
A little late to say it, but holy fuck, Pyrrha was crazy! And so was Coco, because fuck, this was hot! Even though she really didn't want it to be! Why the fuck was she into this?
Pyrrha's expression darkened as she pulled her fingers away from Coco's extremely well-used pussy. "Crazy?" she said, probably more towards herself, "They all think I'm crazy... until they admit I'm, right. That I was always right. They just have to learn to stop lying to me... even Weiss admitted she touches herself while thinking about Jaune. I've seen her do it! I've tasted her honesty, Coco!"
Turning away to grab something, something that was probably bad, Coco saw her chance to test her strength against her bonds, but to no avail. Pyrrha was serious with her knots, which, if it was true that at least five girls had been given this treatment, was probably because she had some experience with this. But Coco wasn't given a real chance to try and escape before Pyrrha turned around, sporting a massive strap on that made Coco whimper... and her treacherous pussy somehow get even wetter at the thought of how it was about to get wrecked.
"It doesn't have to be this way, Coco," Pyrrha said, genuinely apologetic that she was about to break her on nearly a foot of mean, bumpy, ridged silicone. "You just have to tell me the truth."
"O-okay!" Coco said, thinking that things had just maybe gone too far, "Yes, I- I have a crush on your partner a-and I promise he's yours and I won't-"
"What do you like about him?"
"What do I-" shit, shit, shit, "Um, h-his eyes, how about-"
Pyrrha shook her head. "Liars get punished, Coco."
With that, Pyrrha lifted up Coco's body, along with the chair, and simply impaled Coco on the dildo, making her eyes go wide as she was subjected to the single roughest fucking she'd ever received! And her body- fuck- her body loved it!
"Sometimes I think," Pyrrha panted as she jackhammered away on Coco's cunt, "that I should be- nnn- lenient and, hah, leave you bitches alone, but then you always remind me- remind me that you're all liars! Who- who'd just sink their claws into Jaune!"
Oh gods. Oh gods, Coco was getting so turned on that- that everything was turning her on! Pyrrha was turning her on, her body, her craziness, fuck, the whole- fuck, she was fucking her! And with the insanity of everything she was being subjected to, Pyrrha's sexy fucking body and her magical frigging fingers and- and- her psycho possessiveness, fuck! Coco couldn't take it! Couldn't- Yes! Jaune turned her on! Yes! She wanted to ride Jaune so hard, and admitting it made her so horny because everything was making her horny and succumbing to madness was making her SO FUCKING HORNY!
"I know!" she wailed, her voice cracking from the exertion, "Oh, it's true, it's so- so fucking true, Mistress, I'm such a dirty whore, I'm a fucking liar, I just wanted Jaune, I wanted to fuck Jaune, oh fuck I'm so turned on, I'd do anything- wanna fuck- oh fuck, I love Jaune, I love you, I'll do-"
Pyrrha suddenly thrust with such precise force, deep into Coco's pussy, leaving her howling in pleasure, even as she continued to babble her utterly incoherent confession to all sorts of lewd thoughts. But Pyrrha looked at her with a look of such sexy compassion that that molten slurry of lust and Jaune and lust and Pyrrha and Jaune and lust that made up Coco's brain fell in love with her Mistress and everything her Mistress said all over again.
"And what do you love about Jaune?" she asked.
"E-everything," Coco slurred, "Abso- absolutely... everything..."
"Good."
But Pyrrha only repaid her honesty by ruthlessly fucking Coco more. Making her gasp and cry and scream in abject, broken pleasure as her mind just crumbled with climax after climax until, with her eye rolling as she came again and again, harder than she ever had, until she simply blacked out.
Thoughts began to slowly coalesce out of the darkness. Vague at first, just... sensations, fluid and amorphous and meaningless, and then... then context started to flit through. It wasn't just darkness, she was... she was in a dark place. And- and tied up, she couldn't... couldn't move and... and it was a closet? That's what the lines were, little lines of light through the slats of the closet door, just... and there was a gag in her mouth. Trying to move, to make a noise, it was futile because... because...
Memories came back. Memories of how she ended up tied up in a closet. Coco remembered Pyrrha quite literally fucking her brains out over... over...
Oh fuck, she couldn't even think about Jaune without... without getting turned on! Just thinking of that rumpled hoodie was... making her so wet! Fuck, it was- it was crazy what she'd just experienced, a "go to Goodwitch or the police or anyone who can stop her before she strikes again" kind of crazy, but Coco's thighs still clenched as she thought about Jaune and his- his utter lack of fashion sense! But she couldn't do anything about it because Pyrrha had left her tied up in the closet for some reason. What she had planned next, Coco didn't want to speculate but-
She heard noises from outside the closet, the sound of the door to the room opening. Someone had arrived and-
"Oh, hey Pyrrha!"
A bolt of electricity crackled through Coco's entire body, because she recognized the voice. And while she hated herself for it, hearing Jaune Arc's voice, after what Pyrrha had put her through... was now one of Coco's top turn-ons.
"Hey Jaune," Pyrrha purred, that pussy-melting confidence in her voice making Coco's thighs rub together in desperate need of some friction. "I didn't think you'd be here tonight."
"I... ha, I didn't think you'd be here tonight," he said, "since you had that party and all-"
"Oh, it was nothing," Pyrrha replied, and oh if it didn't crush Coco's heart to be referred to as nothing by her personal sexual goddess, "Just wanted to make an appearance. And keep an eye on Nora."
She heard them both laugh, the kind of laugh that spoke to a long connection between the both of them. It'd be sweet if Coco wasn't very aware that this woman was a total psycho who had Coco tied up in a closet.
"Not too much chaos, I hope?"
"I think..." Pyrrha said, a sly whisper entering her voice, "Well, I think Ren's found a way of 'taking care of' some of Nora's energy..."
Jaune laughed, and Coco almost came just from hearing it. "Well, I figured it was only a matter of time before the two of them followed our lead."
"Maybe you should take a page out of his book," Pyrrha said in a smokily seductive voice that made Coco wanna cum so bad, "because I've got some 'energy' that needs taking care of..."
Coco's thighs clenched as she heard the familiar rustle of clothing, the playful, teasing giggle of a young couple in love. And even though she was tied up in a closet, forced to eavesdrop on two of her classmates' lovemaking... Pyrrha had seen to it that Coco was very aroused by it. A sudden gasp from Pyrrha, Jaune groaning in pleasure, the words, "You're so big!" delightedly squealed... it all painted a clear picture of what was happening. A clear picture for Coco's already frazzled and aroused mind to latch on to.
Any attempt to tune them out failed. Any attempt to try to ground herself on sanity was hopeless. Coco's pussy was insistently in charge, no matter what her mind might say, and Pyrrha had done so much to get it revved up. It compelled her to listen, to long to hear more, to get a clearer picture, to feel like a dirty, voyeuristic slut, but she couldn't help herself!
Pyrrha's voice suddenly cut through her thoughts, a joyous plea of, "T-tell me I'm the only girl for you, Jaune!"
"You are!" he cried out, making Coco's eyes roll in the crushing shame and pathetic lust she was now caught between. It was pathetic, she was pathetic, that she cared about it, and the fact that it made her even hornier just spoke to how pathetic she was! She- she'd never be good enough for Jaune, he belonged to Pyrrha, and that just made him even more desirable to her!
Squirming against her bonds, Coco wasn't trying to get out, not anymore, she was just trying to find a way to get some proper friction on her pussy as she listened to- listened to Jaune fuck Pyrrha! J-just like she- just like she always wanted! Yes, she- she remembered so clearly, she'd lusted for Jaune so much, fantasized about his dick in her pussy, about crying out just like Pyrrha was now as he pounded her!
It was so clear in her mind. She could picture Jaune and Pyrrha together and it was so true: she was such a slut for Jaune! Pyrrha was right, Velvet was right, it was just the truth! She heard the grunts and moans of those two sex gods going at it, Pyrrha's soft cries of pleasure as Jaune's godlike cock made even the Champion into a horny little slut! Just- just like Pyrrha broke Coco!
It was too much. Simply too... too much. All infinitely too much as she pictured Jaune, sexy, perfect Jaune, making Pyrrha his bitch. She came. She came explosively, without a sound, as the ropes held her tight and the gag silenced her voice. Not that anyone in the room would notice her humiliating, pathetic little orgasm when what was happening on the bed was just so much sexier than Coco could ever be. Every degree of comparison just made Coco cum again, climax after climax going off until...
She blacked out.
Coco wasn't sure for how long she'd blacked out. When she came to, she was still in the darkness, still held in the loving embrace of her Mistress's bondage, with the gag firmly in place. She could feel the stickiness on her thighs, the drying reminder of her humiliating, slutty climax, and with it... she felt at peace. She knew she wasn't going to be a bad girl anymore, lusting after another woman's man just because he was the most sexually desirable person Coco would ever know. Mmmm... she wondered if she and Velvet could commiserate about their loss, using each other's fingers to help them work through their inappropriate fantasies about Jaune...
But as she wondered, the door opened. Coco was blinded by the sudden light, a great shadowy figure looming over her who slowly turned into the face of Pyrrha Nikos. It made Coco feel even smaller, even more of a pathetic, messy little slut who got off on just hearing Pyrrha make love to Jaune, those gods of sex gloriously exposing how pathetically inadequate she was.
"That's why," Pyrrha said, smiling like a teacher guiding a negligent pupil, "he belongs to me. And you, and all those other sluts, will never take him from me."
Pyrrha had been right, had been so right to teach Coco her place, just like she taught Velvet and Weiss and Blake and Yang and Ruby and every other harlot who claimed she wasn't in love with the most perfect man at Beacon. Mumbling apologies and gratitude in equal measure, heedless of the gag in her mouth, Coco was just... just so relieved to finally have things set straight, to know her place at Beacon, to know what she truly desired and what she wouldn't ever be good enough to achieve.
She was just so grateful for Pyrrha's help!
"Okay, so if I'm right, I'll be able to..."
Jaune's words trailed off as his focus shifted towards the game. He'd been practicing this single skip so many times, but he was still certain that he could pull it off. He felt the joystick under his thumb, the exact level of resistance pushing back as he pressed it to the precise angle where he'd be going fast enough to make the jump but not too fast that he wouldn't be able to do the input correctly. He felt his other thumb hover over the button, ready to press at just the... right... moment...
His thumb neatly skipped over the button, guided by the rhythm he'd practiced so often to strike at the precise moment... that the jump made the graphics go wonky as the physics engine miscalculated his position and launched his blue, polygonal hedgehog halfway across the map.
"YES!" Jaune cried, giving a brief moment to fistpump in celebration, but not enough to distract him as he gently angled the joystick to guide his character right... down... to where... it needed...
Exactly. Dead on. He hit the exit screen and could yell out:
"TIME!"
He hit the timer. He'd done it and now he'd cut... he'd cut twenty seconds off his time! Leaning back in his chair with a weary, extremely relieved sigh, he shook his head. "Ohhhh, that took a while, but damn, twenty-three seconds, that's worth it."
He glanced over to the chat, scrolling upwards to see what he'd missed while being so focused on the game. The anticipation, the cheering him on, then the all-caps celebration that he'd managed it, along with the usual emoji spam, it was all there. He was surprised to see so many people showing up---not only was it not peak time, but he was doing an entirely safe for work variety stream on what was his girlfriend's cam stream, and yet, he saw so many of her regulars there, just excited to see him try and learn how to speedrun a video game.
Heh, looking at the chat, you'd almost assume this simply was a channel for streaming video games, with people discussing the skips and the tech, without a single mention that this stream usually showed Jaune balls-deep in a tied-up girl. But scanning through the chat, he saw quite a few lines he wanted to comment on out loud.
MonkeyKing: This is why Sonic 06 is an underrated game. Is it badly made? Yes. But is it so badly made that you can do this in it: hell yes.
"I hear that, MonkeyKing," Jaune nodded, "I can't... I can't imagine ever playing this game seriously or what that was like for people when it first came out, but I'm playing it a decade and a half later and having a ton of fun with it..." his eyes glanced back down to the chat, reading the responses to what he was saying. "'Try running a good game next,' okay, okay, if anyone has any suggestions, I'd be down to hear them."
Of course the chat blew up once he solicited a response like this. Some games particularly spoke to him, especially now that he could consider buying them a business expense, but he also saw some other prominent regulars.
RedLikeRoses: You're the best, Jaune! The BEST!
RedLikeRoses: And if you started streaming Doom, I would lose my mind!
"Aww, thanks, Red," Jaune said, smiling, "Always happy to hear your enthusiasm."
Well, in truth, RedLikeRoses had become perhaps a bit too enthusiastic recently. Jaune and Pyrrha discussed chat moderation and how they related with their fans, and she, along with SnowAngel, were the top two, "maybe a little too thirsty for the both of them." It wasn't a problem, at least, not yet, but Jaune did worry a bit about the kind of relationship they might be nurturing here. But she'd been super excited to hear that Jaune was going to stream some video games and she was just such an upbeat presence in Pyrrha's streams that Jaune always felt compelled to indulge her. And as such...
"And I've heard good things about the new Doom. But I'm just not a... I'm a cartoon characters guy, not a blood and guts sort. I'd be streaming Stardew Valley today if GDQ hadn't gotten me all fired up for speedrunning... but I'll definitely consider it!"
Ah, he couldn't help himself. RedLikeRoses was just such a cheerful viewer that even if she wasn't donating as much as, say, SnowAngel, the both of them were given a lot of leeway to get parasocial here.
"But back to Sonic... I think I'm gonna try to move on to the next level, and..." his eyes drifted over to the chat when he saw a familiar name pop up.
DisciplinedDisciplinarian: Always good to see practice pay off... now do it two dozen more times so you know you can pull it off every time :)
Jaune laughed at the last one. "Aww, come on, Disciplinarian!" he mock-pouted, "It took me that long to get it done once, and now you want to put me through that? We're not in a bondage stream, I'm not getting punished here!"
It was all in good fun, the back and forth teasing between him and the stream. Jaune was never sure how to feel about his online popularity, but it did tickle his ego to know that so many people were interested in just watching him be himself online. He was about to restart the level, see if he could pull it off again, but then he heard the sound of the door opening.
"Hey hun!"
Jaune turned around in his chair to see Pyrrha coming in. He smiled as she came closer and leaned down for a kiss. He knew the chat was certainly going wild at the moment---they loved the little couple moments they interspersed with the porn---but he just enjoyed seeing her back early. But Pyrrha, however, was a consummate performer, and so instead of a sweet, "welcome home" kiss from his girlfriend, Jaune found himself pulled into the passionate buss of a professional sex performer.
When her lips left his, Jaune was left in a daze as Pyrrha turned to the camera and started working the chat.
"Hey everyone! I hope you were having fun with Jaune's video game corner... oh, I'm not going to interrupt, just wanted to stop by and say hi."
A glance at the chat, particularly RedLikeRoses, were extremely excited about the prospect of Pyrrha making the stream interesting, especially after their kiss. Jaune smiled to see it---Pyrrha was good at building that excitement, but he had other concerns on his mind.
"You're home early," he said, just idly making chat with his girlfriend.
Pyrrha nodded. "Gym was closed---a pipe burst in the locker room, can you believe that? Now I'm just here with nothing to do and... oh, VelveteenVixen's asking if you could give me a workout?" She turned back to Jaune with a smile and a raised eyebrow, "Oh, I'd hate to interrupt your gaming stream."
Her implication was clear: Pyrrha had some pent-up energy she needed to burn off, and there was no better way than to involve Jaune in it. At the same time, Pyrrha was sincere---she didn't want to interrupt Jaune when he was having fun with video games. She was a very sweet girlfriend like that, on top of the non-stop marathon sex.
But there seemed to be a way to make both of them happy, and as Jaune's eyes scanned the chat, he saw something that stood out.
DisciplinedDisciplinarian: If Jaune can make the skip while Spartan's "distracting" him, then he's clearly mastered it.
Jaune knew as soon as he saw it what Pyrrha would want to do. He could see the grin growing on her face as she slowly turned and whispered, "I think Disciplinarian has a very enjoyable idea, my love."
"You're thinking..." Jaune asked, his voice feeling dry, his cock feeling very intrigued.
"Nothing much," she playfully replied, "But you can just go back to your game while I," she dropped down on her knees and positioned herself between his legs, "see if I can distract you as best I can."
Jaune groaned, feeling Pyrrha's nimble fingers effortlessly free his cock of its confines. "Sounds fun..." he murmured, feeling the blood run south as her hands began to stroke him up to hardness. "Just gotta beat this level, without letting you distract me."
"Good luck!" she replied, a musical giggle rising up from between his knees.
Chat was ecstatic. Jaune could see line after line of meme spam as viewers made predictions for or against him. As he started to get things set up for another run, though, Jaune had to wonder if this was going to be harder than he was expecting, especially because he was quite a bit harder than he expected. Jaune had discovered that he really did enjoy performing for the camera, that having viewers made sex with his gorgeous girlfriend even more exciting. And there was also Pyrrha's talents as a performer...
"I won't distract you," she purred, in between tenderly kissing his balls, "My Jaune's just too good at games to let himself get distracted..."
Jaune hated how she could play on his ego like this. As much as the line of playful kisses she was delivering up his shaft, it was her performance that was really making his dick hard. But he had to get started. Eyes were on him (and the hint of red hair bobbing away at the bottom of the camera reminding the viewers what was going on), and he had to live up to expectations.
He hit the timer and started the level, the light, exciting music of a high-speed level getting him in the mood to go fast at a time where he both should and should not do exactly that. Especially as Pyrrha moved on from kissing to give him a proper blowjob. Her soft, full lips lazily traced their way over the head of his cock, enveloping him in her mouth with a sensuous and loving welcome for his dick.
Jaune's heart was racing, his pulse so elevated he felt it in his thumbs as he tried to ignore the heavenly lips wrapped around his shaft or the teasing, tantalizing tongue that was trying to make him fail. But starting the level was easy enough, he'd done it again and again enough already to make it almost reflex, and, Jaune told himself, Pyrrha blew him pretty much daily, on camera or off. He could... he could push through this.
Staying focused, he kept his eyes on the screen, not moving a millimeter lower where he might see the glorious, crimson mane of his girlfriend bobbing on his lap. He had to focus on the game, his fingers moving automatically as he flexed the stick and hit his button presses just as he'd practiced. DisciplinedDisciplinarian did have a point about practice making perfect, after all. Everything was going fine, it was even enjoyable, actually. Wasn't this an old teenage fantasy, a girlfriend who'd cup and stroke his balls while he played video games, just like Pyrrha's hands were doing right now? Hadn't he dreamed of a way to combine his love of video games with an adoring girlfriend? He actually might be able to-
As soon as he felt that confidence surging within him, Jaune also felt his girlfriend's talented tongue slide along his head, swirling around his glans in the way she knew got a response from him. He felt a hitch in his breath that nearly derailed the run, almost causing him to mistime a jump that'd cost him time. But he stayed focused. Focused only on the game, and not the minx who was out to make him fail.
A good thing about speed running was that these runs were short. He only had to last so long without letting Pyrrha get the better of him. But now he'd hit a point where he had to stop and wait, just running around in circles as he waited for an animation to play out, and those few seconds where he had nothing to do left Jaune acutely aware of what Pyrrha was doing. Why had he had to think about this in terms of a teenage fantasy, of getting blown while gaming, the sort of thing that would weaken his resolve, just as Pyrrha moved to up the ante and start deep throating him!
Biting his lip, Jaune didn't let Pyrrha distract him as he kept his attention to the route. He was doing fine, he was on track, but Pyrrha was playing dirty. She was going loud, the GLUKH-GLUKH-GLUKH of her head bobbing deeper and deeper, taking Jaune further and further until his cock was all the way down her throat and he could feel her lips meet his base, his pubes brushing her nose as she aggressively and sloppily blew him. And worse, Jaune knew the microphone was picking her up, just like it was set to hear the click and tap of the buttons he was pressing, everyone could hear Pyrrha's messy blowjob as he struggled to focus on both clearing the stage and not succumbing to her talents! Which... nnnnngh, Jaune really got turned on by knowing he had an audience after so much experience performing on Pyrrha's show!
He pulled another tight skip, a nearly frame-perfect demand of his timing, but Jaune felt no relief from achieving it. Because Pyrrha was going all out, his dick was loving the attention, and worse...
It was coming up.
GLUKH-GLUKH-GLUKH
He- had to stay- stay focused!
Almost there, just had to- to- fuck her throat was so tight! Pyrrha's deep throat technique was just too good as Jaune felt the hitch of his climax catching him off guard! He was going to cum, to pump his load down her throat, but he could just- just delay one second, he could-
"Awwwwggggghhhhhhhh..." he shamefully groaned as he climaxed, his dick twitching and jerking as it released a hot stream of cum for Pyrrha to greedily guzzle, the sensation ripping through his body causing his thumb to jerk and miss his timing. As he felt Pyrrha wring every last drop of his seed from his balls, Jaune saw Sonic plummet into a gap, his efforts shot.
Leaning back with a groan of dismay, Jaune felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. Not only had he taxed his mind to a level of focus he'd never felt before, Pyrrha had sucked the life out of him. As his body began to feel leaden and dulled, she popped up off his dick with a teasing smile, showing off the white in her mouth... and a look of pure, absolute satisfaction in her victory. Jaune couldn't stop her in any meaningful way as she turned around to see the camera and the screen.
"Oh no," she said in feigned dismay, "Did I cause you to fall? Was that bad?"
Jaune was too exhausted to say anything, just shaking his head as he felt the weight of everything settle down over him. Oh, she'd... she'd definitely gotten the better of him this time. He managed to crane his eyes to the chat as Pyrrha worked the audience, seeing their dismay, approval, or just genuine arousal at seeing SexySpartan blow Jaune---and Jaune's run. But in the chat, he definitely saw he had some allies, some people who thought he shouldn't be counted out yet. In particular...
RedLikeRoses: Jaune! Punish that smug bitch for interrupting your sacred video game time!
And to Jaune, that sounded like a very good idea.
"Never have I ever..." Blake paused, racking her mind for something to say, before confidently declaring, "Ah! Never have I ever had sex in a bathroom."
Yang smugly and dramatically raised her drink, indicating---and she was more than happy to indicate it---that she lost the round. Especially because...
"Ugh, Yang, gross," the Weiss-queen cut in as Yang took her penalty drink. Yep, it had been when she was with Neon, the two of them had been, as usual, in the club, grinding and twerking on each other on the dance floor until they just had to get each other off. Bursting into the ladies room and doing it in a stall had been a highlight of a relationship that had been full of fun and adventurous moments. But the real reason Yang was happy...
"Um... d-does the shower count? Because..." said the last voice Yang had been expecting.
"Ahaha, it so does, Cereal Girl!" Yang cheered, "So take a DRINK!"
A furiously blushing Pyrrha tried to down her drink as swiftly as possible so people would stop staring at her. Particularly Weiss, her eyes full of shocked affrontement that her perfect idol would do something as vulgar as sex, particularly sex in the shower. And Ruby looked pretty shocked too, her nervous little barely-legal kid sister still adapting to the life of living off campus in a house together and realizing that your best friends are banging.
"It's, um, it's not..." Ruby searched for her words as she blushed even deeper than Pyrrha did, "You didn't in... it wasn't our shower, was it?"
Holy shit, Rubes! Yang just about died laughing as Weiss looked like she was about to vomit. But really--- what other shower could it be? Ruby, Jaune, and Pyrrha shared one bathroom, Blake and Yang the other, and Her Royal Weiss-ness got an en suite shower of her own. And to think, she wanted someplace frugal when Ruby first pitched getting a place together. That idea lasted all of one conversation about sharing bathrooms and all of a sudden, the First National Bank of Weiss was more than open to start paying out for finding a better place!
"Well, I suppose that'd be for another round of Never Have I Ever. Because Pyrrha's up now!" Yang cheered. This game had been awesome so far, and she was so glad she'd been able to round up all the girls for it. Though, boy, what she wouldn't give to get Nora in on this too...
Yang knew she probably shouldn't be the villain of a Very Special Episode on peer pressure and drinking, but it was too much fun to needle stuffy Weissy or reserved Pyrrha into having a few drinks and letting their hair down. Making a big pitcher of margaritas and surprising the girls with them hadn't been what they expected, but a Friday night where the five of them were in, what else could Yang do but encourage some girl time?
And... she kind of had a selfish motive for this. Seems most of the house had been going through a bit of a dry spell recently and Yang really was just waiting for the part after the game where they just sipped and bitched about their love lives. Yang was a whore for gossip, and she also really liked showing off how awesome her week was going. Only reason she was in on a Friday night was that Saturday, Tuesday, and Thursday (AKA, Flynt, Bolin, and Emerald and Cinder) had left her a little wiped. She needed to let her lady get some rest after all!
Pyrrha nervously bit her lip as she thought about what she could say that wouldn't have them reading too much into it. And thanks to Yang's "rules" for Never Have I Ever, there was no weakass pussy stuff, it had to be sexual in some measure. She hesitantly ventured, "Um... Never have I ever... been in a threesome?"
Yang gladly took her drink. She'd had one last night, in fact, discovering that Emerald was a damn talented pussylicker (seems her experience with bootlicking and ass kissing transfered) while Cinder... had been a bit of a disappointment. Just kind of a dead fish in bed, used to Emerald doing all the- HOLY SHIT!
"RUBES!" Yang gasped, "NO! WAY!"
Ruby finished her drink and was practically trembling as she kept her silver eyes locked to the floor.
"I don't... I don't believe it," Weiss gaped in surprise. Understatement of the year, but if she was lying about it, Yang had to give her little sis props for thinking this would get her points with this crowd. It spoke to Yang's ability to corrupt the youth.
Blake gave a mysterious grin. "Okay... I think I might be able to vouch for this, because you did date Sun for a while and I happened to hear-"
"It was Sun and Neptune!" Ruby squeaked out, really startling Yang to hear it. Being in a threesome was impressively out of character for her sweet little sis, but with two guys? That had a story. Ruby turned the brightest red Yang had ever seen as she continued, "It was Neptune's birthday and Sun and I were hanging out in his room and one thing led to another and- and- and- andIhadalotoffunbuttheywereclearlymoreintoeachother and that's why we broke up!"
Everyone was silent for a moment. Until Blake chuckled and added, "Yeah, when Sun and Neptune got together so quick after you broke up, I had a feeling they had some experience from during your relationship. Glad to know he hadn't been cheating on you, but I figured... since you stayed friends and all..."
An amazing revelation, but it distracted from the obvious fact that Pyrrha was in a very monogamous relationship, which wasn't a surprise. She and Vomit Boy were very into each other, and with the sheer volume of luck Jaune had exhausted his life's supply on to get a gorgeous, athletic, fucking amazing girl like Pyrrha meant that he wasn't going to blow it by suggesting letting another girl into his relationship. But even with Ruby's shocking revelation, Pyrrha still had Yang's eye. She was such a private person, but alcohol had loosened her lips a little and in what she was and wasn't saying, Yang was finding a most intriguing picture of her roommate.
But it was now Yang's turn, and it was her chance to really flex on the girls and remind everyone who the House Bicycle was. "Never have I ever... gotten all my holes stuffed!"
She gave a challenging grin to the rest of the girls as-
As Pyrrha took a drink.
"Uh-uh, no," Yang pointed accusingly, "You haven't even had a threesome, there's no way-"
"It- it wasn't other men," Pyrrha timidly interrupted, "But you didn't... didn't say that it had to be with... with a man's, um, part."
"Okay, first of all, adorable," Blake said with a snicker, "but if you've only been with one person at a time... how'd you do that?"
In the war of blushes that had played out before Yang's eyes, this might be a contender for the deepest as Pyrrha weakly murmured, "Um, J-Jaune had me... had me, um, give him... oral while I had my plug in and also, I... I had my vibrator in b-because I was being... punished?"
Yang could feel her lips curling into the biggest smile as Pyrrha reluctantly revealed her much, much kinkier side to her roommates. How none of them had picked up that she and Jaune were up to stuff that crazy---seriously, she phrased it as "my plug" instead of "a plug," this girl was kinky--- before now, Yang would never know.
"Jaune," Weiss growled, "Jaune is not- he has no right to-" She sounded just about liable to kill the poor boy as her words dissolved into a snarl.
Pyrrha, though, was quick to defend her boyfriend. "It was- it was all consensual and I- I asked him to do it! I just..." Half a shade redder and the lot of them would be discovering what it looked like to turn infrared from embarrassment. "I like being tied up?"
"No kinkshaming," Blake said as Weiss continued to turn a darker and darker shade as well, this time from rage. "So long as Pyrrha and Jaune are communicating their needs with each other and aware of the risks involved, we should celebrate them for being-"
"Yes!" Ruby cut in way too loudly, "There's nothing wrong with wanting to get tied up by Jaune! I mean, w-wanting to get tied up! By anyone! Who could be Jaune! Or like, any other guy, like... like..."
"Jaune?" Yang helpfully suggested.
Ruby threw up her hands. "I thought we weren't kinkshaming!" she wailed.
Glancing at Ruby, a big smile on her face, Yang twisted the knife, "I mean, we're fine with any BDSM kinks anyone might have here, but lusting after someone who's taken, Ruby, that's just infidelity."
"I didn't mean that!" Ruby cried out, "Pyrrha! I- I swear, I wouldn't ever do anything to come between you and Jaune! Just because he's my best friend and you're super cool and you're both really- I mean, I wouldn't ever try any-"
"It's... It's alright, Ruby," Pyrrha cut in to try to avert the onrushing hyperventilation. "I know you and Jaune would never do anything to hurt me or our relationship."
"Sounds like she's making an invitation to break her Never Have I Ever..." Blake mused, setting Pyrrha and Ruby both into a panic.
But their panic would have to be set aside for the moment as, of course, the door opened as their final roommate came back. Opening the door, wholly unaware of what was going on in his absence, Jaune entered with a big smile on his face and no idea that four of his roommates now knew about his and Pyrrha's BDSM proclivities. He cocked his head quizzically at the look Weiss and Ruby gave him, then, after Pyrrha wouldn't meet his gaze, he looked to Yang for explanation.
"Hey Vomit Boy," she greeted him cheerfully, "We're just playing a little drinking game---but to catch you up, never have I ever had sex in this room---so would you have to drink to that?"
Jaune paled.
"Oh you two are just disgusting!" Weiss shrieked, a perfect capstone to the night.
Except, of course, that Yang couldn't let that night go. The next few days, Yang kept going back to thinking about the things learned from their little drinking game. It'd been fun to tease Weiss, to get Ruby to open up about her sex life (totally adorbs how her little sister was coming into her own!), but the things Yang had learned about Pyrrha and Jaune... kept intriguing her.
Yang really thought of herself as a girl who'd try anything once, a girl who sought out new boundaries to explore, and, most importantly, a girl who left other girls marveling at what she was willing to do. Never Have I Ever was a fun way to inspire some awe and jealousy, but instead, Yang had learned that Pyrrha was quite the little fox in the bedroom, her image of stately respectability hiding a kinky bitch beneath even Yang's notice. And that was kind of crazy for Yang. Yes, if she were Jaune, Yang would love to have Pyrrha tied up with her mouth open submissively to receive her punishment, but... but...
But it was so weird that Pyrrha was the one exploring BDSM while Yang, promiscuous as she was, hadn't been trying it out! Cinder had even suggested that Yang might enjoy having her wrists bound behind her back, the way Emerald enjoyed it, but Yang had turned it down. She felt too... too proud, too willfully independent to let any of her lovers tie her up, but now that Pyrrha---Invincible, perfect, freaking Pyrrha--- admitted to enjoying getting tied up and used, it now felt like she was implying Yang wasn't daring enough to try it herself!
And that just burned her up.
Which was why Yang was now sitting on Pyrrha's bed, arms crossed and glaring at her and Jaune who seemed more than a little unsure of what to do with an annoyed Yang in their bedroom.
"Um... Yang?" Jaune ventured, "Is there something... something wrong with-"
"You like tying girls up?" she asked, doing nothing to mask the bluntness of her question. Jaune reeled. So did Pyrrha. Yang pushed the advantage, "Does it turn you on when you make strong women helpless? When they beg you to punish them?"
"Yang!" Pyrrha snapped, the sudden burst of warlike confidence meeting Yang's regular boldness with impressive force, "If you don't approve of our relationship, well, it's none of your business, so-"
"Chill, I'm not judging you," Yang waved her off, her suddenly relaxed manner unmaking even Pyrrha's anger, "No, I'm asking to clarify. If you like tying girls up, well, I'm looking to try it out. Like I said last night," she glanced at Pyrrha, "I've never gotten plugged airtight, unlike your girl, and she's never been in a threesome, unlike me, so I see a pretty easy trade here."
Jaune and Pyrrha just stared at Yang, Jaune's jaw hanging open as he utterly failed to find anything to say while Pyrrha's eyes rapidly blinked in confusion as she tried to process what Yang was saying. They were used to her flirtatious, outrageous personality, but Yang had made a point of taking a businesslike directness so they knew she wasn't joking. She wanted to get fucked by the both of them and was putting all her cards on the table. If they were game, she was in.
Impressively, it was Jaune who first gathered his wits. Turning to his girlfriend, he softly asked, "Pyrrha, I know you mentioned you-"
Pyrrha shook her head. "I didn't mean- I wasn't thinking Yang would be-"
Yang raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry? Am I not up to your standards Miss High and Mighty?"
Pyrrha immediately paled. Yang hadn't been serious, but she knew how to press Pyrrha's buttons and send her into a tailspin of apologies. "I- I didn't mean- N-no, you're very beautif- I mean, you're- Jaune!" she cried out, "You tell her!"
Jaune just nodded and smoothly cut in with a confidence Yang was finding quite attractive on him. "Pyrrha and I have been discussing... well, she's had a certain fantasy of being dominated that she's apparently shared with the rest of the house, but we were talking about... she wanted to try being on the other side of bondage and... inviting another woman into our relationship. So... I think Pyrrha and I can talk about your offer some more and see if-"
"Okay, one," she interrupted, "you were talking about a threesome and you weren't thinking about me? What girl was it? And two, are we seriously gonna talk when I'm offering a-"
Jaune swiftly overruled Yang as he explained, "Pyrrha and I don't do anything in the bedroom without talking it out first." Wow, Jaune being commanding really was getting Yang going more than she expected! Maybe there was something to this whole BDSM thing. But of course, as soon as he'd finished putting a tingle in Yang's pussy, he reverted back to regular Jaune and sheepishly admitted, "...We were thinking about asking Blake?"
"Blake?" Yang incredulously asked, giving Pyrrha a disbelieving look, "Not me, not either of the girls who are in love with you, you thought to ask Blake to join you in a kinky threesome?"
"She'd been sending signals!" Pyrrha replied, "And she- wait, are you saying that Ruby and Weiss are-"
"They couldn't be any less subtle about it," Yang chuckled, "Really, Ruby going all about how normal it is to want to get tied up by your boyfriend? And Weiss couldn't be any less subtle in how much she tried to get you to move in with her."
Jaune shook his head, trying to banish the obvious mental image of Ruby and Weiss trying to slip into his bed... so he could focus on Yang trying to slip into his bed. "I... We still have to talk about this, Yang. And we're not doing anything until Pyrrha and I have a chance to talk!"
Fidgeting nervously, Pyrrha checked herself in the mirror for what felt like the twentieth time. She looked hot, she knew she looked hot, but she couldn't shake how unusual it was to see her in tight, black leather and thigh-high boots. Well, that wasn't true. She'd certainly worn leather before, but never in an outfit that conveyed power like this. She was used to being the sub in her relationship, she loved how she looked in a leather mask that left her blind and deaf and utterly at Jaune's mercy, but she also wanted to pursue some other fantasies.
Pyrrha was a switch. She loved being tied up and "punished" by Jaune, but she was a woman who lived her whole life by an extremely demanding drive to always outcompete everyone else. The more Jaune indulged her fetish, the more she fantasized about trying to the other side of things. It wouldn't work with Jaune, though, even as he happily volunteered to be made to lick her boots. Her fantasies needed someone she could utterly dominate, just subjugate beneath her, and it wouldn't work if she knew that, the next time they were in the mood, Jaune would be back to dominating her. An idle conversation with Blake, where the Faunus girl mentioned her enjoyment of the latest installation of her ninja books where the protagonist got tied up and nearly suffocated between her captor's thighs had set something powerfully erotic alight in Pyrrha.
She'd told Jaune. They'd talked it out. Jaune was concerned about having sex with one of their roommates, how it might complicate their relationship, their friendship with Blake, and the stability of their home. But he was clear: he wouldn't object if they wanted to pursue this. But before Pyrrha could make her move, Yang had proposed a drinking game that had taken things on a very different trajectory.
Yang... taking Yang and making Yang her pathetic little pussylicking bitch... Pyrrha had to bite her lip to keep from moaning at the thought of making the most confident, self-assured girl Pyrrha had ever met into her pet. The thought of making Yang bark on command as Pyrrha held her leash was even better than what she'd wanted to do to Blake. As the strapon bobbed at her hip, eager to be introduced to Yang, Pyrrha saw her lips curl into a grin in the mirror. Yes, she could feel that dominant side to her come alive as Jaune knocked on the door and Pyrrha replied that she was ready. She felt ready. She felt powerful.
When Yang came into the bedroom, her eyes went wide at the sight of Pyrrha. Perhaps it was her tits encased in tight black leather or how amazing her ass looked thanks to these heels. Maybe it was how wicked the strapon looked, its bumps and ridges proudly presented to Yang's gaze. But Pyrrha knew---Yang had never seen Pyrrha looking so much like a conqueror and Pyrrha was looking forward to making her realize what that really meant.
"Wow..." she exhaled, her eyes roaming over Pyrrha body.
"Yep," Jaune chuckled, but unlike his usual light-and-fun Jaune-ness, he put a bit of his bedroom voice into that laugh, powerful and commanding. "Pyrrha's excited for the chance to try a new experience with you..."
"Hard to believe the two of you were stammering out apologies because I put myself in your room."
Pyrrha's eyes narrowed at that. Yes, her usual persona was very different from her private one---something exemplified by the drinking game---but Pyrrha knew that Yang was about to get a firsthand tour of that difference.
"Clothes off," she barked, "You wanna try out being made to learn your place, then you start by getting naked."
Yang gave Pyrrha a challenging smile, but complied with the demand. Oh, Pyrrha was going to enjoy splitting her open. And Jaune would too, particularly as Yang whipped her shirt off and revealed she was braless beneath it, catching her boobs with the hem of her shirt to give them a playful bounce as she shucked her clothes. Stripping out of her shorts next, Pyrrha admired the curve of her ass---she and Jaune had flipped a coin earlier, and Pyrrha had won her choice of which hole she was going to take---as well as how her pussy was visibly wet with anticipation. Good---it meant they didn't have to wait to get to the good stuff.
But as soon as her panties were off, Yang's eyes went wide as Jaune was already upon her. He'd dropped his pants while Yang was trying to titillate the both of them, and so she was caught off guard by Jaune's long, hard dick suddenly before her as Jaune took her in his arms. Yang had a personality that was so much larger than life that it was sometimes hard to remember that Jaune was over half a foot taller than her. But as he scooped Yang up, Pyrrha was very satisfied to introduce Yang to being one of the few who knew how strong Jaune was. They worked out together, and what once had been lean, scrawny inexperience was now muscular confidence, the kind that, quite literally, swept Yang off her feet as he raised her up...
And then plunged her down, right onto his hard cock.
Pyrrha was also happy to know that Jaune was well-endowed, but Yang likely had experience with well-endowed men. She'd bragged about it often enough. But Jaune was also a man who had the drive to keep up with Pyrrha's, and that didn't just mean in the gym. He perfected his technique, and did more than just bash away mindlessly and count on the size of his genitals to get a woman off. Even as Yang was caught in the shock of being so mightily impaled, he was already, as though she was weightless, bouncing her up and down on his dick. And with every bounce, as Pyrrha well knew, Yang was discovering a new spot she never knew needed attention like Jaune was giving it.
"Oh fuck- oh fuck, you're- you're good!" Yang gasped, "You- how do you-"
"That's not the right question," Jaune corrected, then tsked, "And besides, it's just that you're not experienced with getting really fucked by a man."
"I can't- oh, I've never-"
"You should be asking," Jaune said, dutifully bouncing Yang on his dick, "when Pyrrha's going to start fucking you."
Yang's words tumbled out of her lips as she barely held on to coherence. "Wh-when is-"
Pyrrha wasn't going to leave her waiting.
"OHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCK!" Yang squealed as Pyrrha slammed into her ass.
"That's right!" Jaune laughed, "'When you least expected it!' I think you'd agree, if you could respond, that that was exactly the right time for Pyrrha to take you up the ass."
Pinned between the both of them, Yang's mouth hung open as she was overwhelmed by the pair fucking her. Pyrrha loved savaging Yang's ass, and from the look on Jaune's face, he loved the way her pussy hugged his dick. And with Jaune's hands gripping and hoisting her by her ass, Pyrrha could cup and fondle Yang's big tits as she whispered into her ear, "You thought you were so tough, didn't you?" She punctuated her remark by bouncing Yang's ass on her strapon, "But you're just a weak little girl who's out of her depth, who needs to get taught that if she keeps acting like she's a hard bitch she's gonna get smacked down!"
Yang couldn't answer, she could only pant and gasp at Jaune and Pyrrha's relentless assault. Pyrrha started pinching and pulling at Yang's nipples, loving how good it felt to mingle pleasure and pain upon her bitch.
"You wanted to be airtight, didn't you?" Pyrrha asked, practically giggling with glee as she took one hand from Yang's tits and grabbed the dildo from the table, "So choke on this, you slut!"
She pumped the silicone toy into Yang's mouth, feasting on the delicious noise of Yang's gagging, choking gasps as Pyrrha stuffed her mouth and her ass as Jaune definitely stuffed her pussy. Pyrrha loved the feeling of being made airtight, of being so filled that she couldn't possibly imagine her body taking anything more, and from the way Yang clearly began to shake from a titanic orgasm, she was learning that she loved it just as much. What a silly girl to think she was the adventurous one because she'd cast her net wide. Pyrrha had found the best and didn't see the need of seeking out lesser men when she already had a real man to put her in her place.
"Fuck, Pyr!" Jaune exclaimed, "She's- holy shit she's cumming right now! She gets off on this harder than you do!"
"Of course she does," Pyrrha said with a giggle, feeling the crackle of power within her, "She's a subby, kinky, slutty girl who's never had anyone like you to teach her what she really is."
Jaune chuckled, shaking his head as he bounced Yang on his cock, "I dunno if I'm the one really dominating her right now, Pyr."
Pyrrha flashed Jaune a smile before leaning forward to kiss him, the both of them passionately making out to the sound of Yang gagging on the dildo. It was true, Jaune wasn't into dominance the way Pyrrha was, but if he was more dominant, he wouldn't be her Jaune. And that was what made him so perfect for dominating girls like her. And now, Yang. As she broke the kiss, Jaune dove down to take one of Yang's fat nipples into his mouth as Pyrrha glanced at Yang, meeting her eyes as they rolled in overwhelmed ecstasy. Yang was surely beyond thought right now, but as Pyrrha's eyes briefly met hers, she could feel the connection between them as her gaze told Yang, "He's your Master now, bitch."
And as Yang's eyes rolled up in her skull, Pyrrha got the sense that she understood perfectly.
"Ah, fuck, Pyr!" Jaune groaned, "This is too- it's too fucking hot!"
"Do it!" Pyrrha gleefully cried, "Cum in her pussy! Creampie her and show her who she belongs to!"
Yang twitched and jerked and shuddered as Jaune released inside her. Pyrrha's pussy twinged in jealousy that she wasn't the one getting filled right now, but breaking Yang between them was worth it. The feeling of having a girl suspended in midair between her strapon on Jaune's dick... it was magnificent. As Jaune wrung the last drops out into Yang's pussy, they paused for a moment to enjoy the fuckdrunk girl pinned between them. Pyrrha freed Yang's mouth, slowly withdrawing the dildo, but she was clearly too dazed to say anything as Pyrrha withdrew from her ass and Jaune gently lay her on the bed.
In a word, Yang was a wreck. She was barely conscious, a trickle of drool puddling on the sheet just as Jaune's cum made a similar puddle as it leaked from her pussy. But Pyrrha couldn't miss that, in her delirious and ruined state, she had a mad grin frozen on her face, her only coherent noises being the occassional giggles of a girl who'd been fucked stupid. Pyrrha had been there. She knew that she had just introduced Yang to her newest addiction, and she wouldn't ever look at sex the same way again, now that Jaune and Pyrrha had had their way with her.
Glancing to Jaune, as he downed a bottle of water (hydration was important!) Pyrrha felt a tingle of pride coiling through her. She and Jaune had made Yang their bitch together, and Pyrrha just loved the feeling of having dominated another girl as a team. She'd always be Jaune's pet, but there was something about what they had done that made her feel so much closer to Jaune. And more so...
Pyrrha still felt the electric tingle of power within her, the thrill of having made a girl submit to her and especially to Jaune. She loved the feeling, loved that Yang would be back for another ride for sure, but she loved even more the satisfaction of having broken her. And... and she wondered if she could feel it again... and soon.
"Jaune?" she nervously asked her boyfriend, "I know you didn't... want to make things complicated with our roommate situation, but..." she swallowed nervously before making the plunge, "D-don't you think I'm responsible enough... for more pets? Maybe... three?"
Her mind was made up.
It was the hardest decision of Neo's life, but she had no choice. She could no longer reconcile her two greatest loves, and so she had to choose. On one hand, Neo's entire life, her very identity was shaped around the criminal underworld, but on the other... she had met an angel and fallen hopelessly, madly in love with him. A love that made her feel like her old life meant nothing to her. A love for... a Huntsman. A man of the Law. A man who could not love a criminal.
In many ways, it wasn't even a hard decision. It was so obvious which one she'd choose, but that didn't make it hurt any less. Roman was dear to her, so incredibly dear to her, her closest friend, approximately what passed for a father figure in her life, but at the same time...
He wasn't her true love. And Neo had fallen for him hard. So hard, that she couldn't even pretend that there was any other outcome than this as she snuck up on Roman, sipping a scotch and reading a book on historic boats or some other lame topic as he was sprawled out on the couch, wholly unaware that his most trusted lieutenant had already made a fatal decision.
Hefting the rock high above Roman's head Neo silently prayed that he would understand why she had no choice but to-
"Please don't do that."
Neo blinked in alarm as Roman continued to turn the pages of his book. How did he know she was standing above him with her head-bashing rock?
"How do I know you're standing above me with a rock?" he said, as though reading her mind, "Because you do this every time you fall in love with someone."
What! Neo had never...
Slowly putting down the rock, Neo started to realize she had a habit of doing things like this... but this time would be different! He was for sure the One!
"And you tell me each time that he's the One, and- Ow!"
She may have put the rock down, but Neo just picked up Roman's drink and dumped it right on his bowler hat. How dare he say something to imply that, this time, she hadn't found her One True Love?
Serves him right.
Storming out of their hideout, Neo made a point to flip the bird to everyone she passed by, then circled back to make sure the people she hadn't passed by also got flipped the bird. Then circled back a third time once she knew Junior was back from errands so she could flip him off, too.
Having finished making everyone aware of her mood, Neo decided she had no choice but to storm off to her local ice cream parlor and either eat ice cream until she stopped feeling mad or rob the place or both in some order. Maybe eat ice cream while robbing the place, or rob the place and use the profits buying ice cream from a different parlor, she was playing it by ear and too mad to actually make real plans.
But as she threw open the doors, ready to (silently) proclaim either her order or for everyone to put their hands up, she saw... him.
The blond Huntsman who'd stolen the master thief's heart. The man amongst men, the Adonis who'd enraptured her into helpless adoration. The man who'd brought her this close to murdering her mentor with her designated head-bashing rock.
This man... this... whatever his name was, was the One True Love of Neo's life.
And he was with another girl.
Jealousy and rage burned within Neo's heart as this red-headed bitch tried to move on her man, but Neo knew not to be hasty---love, like war, was full of unexpected advantages and opportunities. Plus, she didn't have her head-bashing rock on hand at the moment. But also because Neo was an exceptional face reader, and this girl's emotions were plain on her face, namely:
I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU YOU INCREDIBLY DENSE MAN!
And Neo knew an opportunity when she saw one. Because this girl wanted something Neo had (well, not officially, but Neo knew how to bargain) and had something Neo wanted (the love of her life's name, among other things).
So she came up to the table, her brightest, most "I'm far too cheery and innocent to be a early-twenties professional criminal" look on her face as she smiled her biggest smile at her dearest.
"Aww," he said, a darling smile on his face, "Do you want me to buy you some ice cream?"
Heart: Beating
Panties: Dropped
Love: True
He was the perfect man!
"I'll take that for a yes," he chuckled as he got up from his seat and headed to the counter. But before she could follow after her beloved to get a taste of paradise, she knew she had to take advantage of this opportunity.
Looking to the redhead, who had fixed her a glare of great and terrible fury (Neo knew she was going to like this girl!) she quickly took her scroll and typed a message she showed to her hopeful ally.
Cooperate with me, and I can guarantee the both of us can fuck him.
The girl looked up from her text incredulously, blindsided Neo's trademark bluntness, but she met only grim, resolute determination in Neo's eyes. A resoluteness that was soon mirrored. Looks like Neo had found a kindred spirit in willing to do whatever it took for True Love. Good. Neo knew that this girl, the two of them... they were cut from the same cloth.
So it was a foregone conclusion when the girl quietly shook her head yes.
He woke up tied to a chair with a bag over his head.
At least, he assumed it was a bag. It was rough, scratchy, not letting much light through. Burlap? Maybe it was a burlap sack, or maybe it was... the fabric wasn't important. What Jaune knew was important was that he woke up groggy, with a sore head, and evidently bound to a chair with something over his head keeping him from being able to see.
So, all in all, a bad situation.
The only person Jaune could even think could do this was... okay, it was a 50/50 shot that this was either a prank from Cardin or he'd been kidnapped by Roman Torchwick as a way to retaliate against RWBY for repeatedly foiling his plans. Jaune wasn't sure which was worse---Cardin would certainly humiliate him, while Roman might kill him, and... Cardin was an idiot, so there was a good chance that he was going to die here either way.
How had his life gotten to this point?
He heard a voice that, at least, confirmed who had kidnapped him.
"I'll be honest, kid," Roman said from somewhere behind him, "This whole... situation makes about as much sense to me as it does to you, so I'm just gonna tell you to keep your head down and just say 'yes' to everything thrown at you, and, hey, maybe you'll enjoy yourself!"
Jaune didn't know what to make of that, but boy did it ever sound ominous.
"I won't give that easily," he growled, "Whatever you've got planned with me, know that I won't let you hurt Team RWBY, and-"
"Uh, 'bout that... you should know that they're actually here."
"Hi Jaune!" the unmistakable voice of Ruby Rose chimed in, "We're here!"
"Congrats, by the way," Yang added, "And just so you know, your 'Snow Angel' is devastated!"
"I am not!" Weiss protested.
"Wait, what is happening?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah, we should probably take off your bag," the master thief admitted.
Then, with a jerk, he removed the sack from Jaune's face and he discovered...
He was in a church. At the head of the church, tied to a chair. In the pews, he saw Team RWBY, in front, with Team SSSN, Penny Polendina, and a few other Beacon students on one side and assorted... rougher types on the other. He looked around, seeing that Nora and Ren were also at the altar with him, and they were very dressed up, and-
Hey wait a minute... he was wearing a suit!
What was going on?
"Hey Jaune-Jaune!" Nora cheerfully waved, "I'm the Maid of Honor!"
Jaune just stared.
"You're getting married," Ren deadpanned, as though that helped or explained anything.
"Wha... where's Pyrrha?" Jaune asked, very, very worried about what the answer was going to be.
"Right down there," Nora pointed to the other end of the church. Jaune's head snapped to his right to see...
The girl with the brown-and-pink hair he saw at the ice cream parlor, stood, dressed in an extravagant white wedding gown and an utterly radiant smile, and behind her... Pyrrha, wearing an extravagant red gown, that was... surprisingly revealing, and was holding the train of the first girl's dress.
"What is happening!" Jaune asked with open alarm.
"You're getting married!" Nora cheered, oblivious to his panic, "To Pyrrha and Neo, which is just great!"
"Technically," Ren explained, again, factual but less than helpful, "you're only marrying Miss Neopolitan. However, you are taking on Pyrrha as your Mistress, as recognized by Valean law." He shrugged at Jaune. "Hey, it's your country's law, not mine."
"I'm getting married?" he hissed at his teammates, "What's going-"
"Jaune," Nora said, a hint of ice in her voice, "I have been trying so hard to finally get you and Pyrrha together and I am willing to accept this as a win, so if you interfere, so help me, you will get to learn more about Magnhild than you ever wanted to know."
Then she smiled. "I'm so thrilled you're getting married!"
"Congratulations!" Ren added.
Jaune looked back to the far end of the church, where his... bride-to-be was walking down the aisle. But... dammit all, Jaune had to admit, that look of pure, ecstatic happiness on her cherubic face was just infectious, and even Jaune had to shed a tear at being part of the happiest day of her life. She was radiant, truly radiant, and Jaune couldn't help but feel, weird as it was, lucky to be marrying her.
As the bridal march started and she processed her way down the aisle to him, Jaune couldn't deny it---she was a beautiful bride, this woman, apparently named Neo, who he had met once and offered to buy her ice cream because he thought she was a child- hey, wait a minute!
"Ren!" he hissed, for some insane reason trying not to disrupt the ceremony, "Ren, surely you have to see that this is crazy! I can't-"
"Magnhild," Ren whispered back.
"You like your legs?" Ren asked him, no humor in his voice, "Then just accept that everyone but you two has has known that you and Pyrrha was inevitable. And that we're getting really sick of waiting, some of us both more so than others and better at wielding hammers than others. And those of us on the less leg breaking side are too sick of waiting for it to happen to stop the more leg-breaking side."
Jaune... Jaune could understand that Nora was pissed at him for being an idiot, but Ren? To the point that Ren, the closest thing he had to a brother, was willing to let him get married both to and by a criminal syndicate? "But what about... the other girl! My actual bride!"
Ren just shrugged. "Pyrrha and Neo hit it off, and, to be honest, at the rehearsal dinner, she really won us all over."
Welp. Glancing to his other "friends," he saw that they all looked thrilled for Neo. Ruby was even crying... and so was Sun... and Neptune. Not the people he expected to be wedding criers, but also not really a surprise.
"Is she even old enough to-"
"She's actually older than us," Ren replied, "She's just short."
But now his bride-and-mistress-to-be were before him, him still tied to a chair, as Roman began with a quick, deeply half-assed attempt at religiosity in his opening blessing, followed by: "Do you, Jaune McGonigal Arc-"
"That is not my middle name!" he whispered.
"We had to guess!" Nora shot back, "And it was close!"
"-take Neopolitan to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and the other things?"
All eyes were on him, and Jaune, never one who was good at handling pressure, knew that they were all looking for one specific word that drove all other thoughts out of his mind.
"Yes," he answered in a high, choked voice.
Neo's face was at a million watts, her smile practically blinding Jaune. But she was... even though Jaune literally nothing about her other than she liked ice cream and somehow knew Roman Torchwick, seeing the happy tears streaming down her face, Jaune couldn't help but feel an overwhelming feeling of love and affection come over him for this girl. Woman.
But the wedding continued as Roman flashed a cheeky grin and asked, "And do you take Pyrrha Nikos as your un lawfully wedded mistress?"
"Yes?" he said again, not sure what else to say when asked by a notorious criminal if he wanted to get married to two women while he was tied to a chair.
"You two," he said, looking over to Neo and Pyrrha, "you good with this?"
"Yes," Pyrrha said, beaming, while Neo smiled happily and signed yes.
"Well, with the power vested in me by the phony church I run to launder money, I now pronounce you husband, wife, and mistress. You can all kiss now."
Neo was upon him in a flash, kissing him strongly and forcefully, and then he felt Pyrrha's lips on his cheek. Then they switched. Then they started roaming, the two of them kissing his lips, his neck, his shoulder, he suddenly felt hands on him, someone started unbuttoning his shirt...
"There's a reception downstairs!" Nora proclaimed, "So let's let the newlyweds get at it!"
"Congratulations, Jaune," Ren said, sounding either very sincere or making a joke at his expense, "Nora and I wish you all the happiness we found in our own marriage."
Wait, what-
But that thought was cut off as he felt the rope binding him to the chair release as Neo produced a blade from her bouquet and slashed the ropes apart. Pyrrha had ripped his shirt open and now both girls were kissing his abs in a wild frenzy.
"Good luck, kid," Roman said as he joined the rest of the crowd in heading---more like fleeing---to the reception, "If you don't survive the night... you seemed nice enough, and I'm really sorry it had to end this way. Later!"
And he was gone. Or, at least, he was probably gone as Jaune's chair (with Jaune on it) toppled backwards as his new... menage a trois set into him with gusto. He felt like a gazelle being set upon by lionesses, particularly from the way their nails raked his skin---in a way that made him wonder if there was an ulterior motive in how much time Pyrrha had spent training him in using aura to heal minor cuts and scrapes... and to use aura to recharge his stamina.
He really might not survive the night, would he?
Well, as his pants were shredded and his new wife wrapped her lips around his swiftly-hardening dick, Jaune knew that he could either lie back and take it like a coward, or he could finally take the reigns and assert himself as a coequal partner in this marriage!
Well... it didn't have the punchiness of "the man of the house," but the son of the feminist philosopher Helene Arc wasn't raised like that!
With Neo giving him passionate fellatio, Jaune focused on giving his partner- his mistress attention. Pulling Pyrrha into a kiss, he was shocked to see how swiftly Pyrrha's forceful drive seemed to fall apart in his hands, the willful champion disintegrating into soft moans as Jaune kissed her. Her red dress was hopefully not too expensive as Jaune set into ripping it open, pulling her breasts free and letting them bounce happily for his inspection, and...
Fuck, his partner was so fucking hot! It was a fact he always tried to overlook, being utterly dependent on her help, but with her tits out, with the two of them in a- in a legally binding relationship, Jaune couldn't bring himself to resist, burying his face in her cleavage as he kissed and sucked and nibbled every luscious inch of creamy flesh. Pyrrha moaned, and Jaune figured he could hear even more from her as he took his left hand to stroke Neo's hair as she blew him and used the right, first to squeeze and fondle Pyrrha's ass, then slip it up the tatters of her daring red dress to trace a finger along her slit. Pyrrha had not worn panties to her wedding, but that was not exactly a surprise at this point.
The sheer eroticism of the moment made it clear to Jaune that managing two women was going to be trickier than he might have anticipated. He... admittedly might have had certain dreams where, say, Yang and Blake doubleteamed him, fantasies that did not account for the complexities of actually satisfying two women, particularly women as... passionate as his new wife and mistress.
Holy crap, he just got married, that was-
Focus! Jaune was doing his best to not succumb to the tantalizing talents of Neo's tongue while kissing Pyrrha---how did he not realize before now that Pyrrha was into him- FOCUS! Jaune had to stop getting sidetracked by... by the insanity of what was happening and shape up to take charge of the situation! But that was- was not- that was gonna be a lot harder than-
With a mighty groan, Jaune released, cumming in Neo's mouth as his mysterious, mischievous bride plunged down on him, careful to take every drop of his seed for herself. Jaune had never cummed harder in his life, just unleashing down her throat as Neo kept sucking away. Between the suction of her mouth and the utter fantasy they were engaged in, Jaune knew he was still hard, even after firing off a round, but if he gave himself even a moment's pause to enjoy the sensations right now, there was no way he could satisfy both women. So he had to keep moving and get these girls off!
Jaune guided Pyrrha down and pulled Neo from his dick---licking her lips in satisfaction---as he flipped his new bride around. Pulling up the elaborate white train of her dress, Jaune was rewarded with the discovery that she also opted not to wear panties to her wedding. Which made sense for what he knew they were planning and worked out just fine for what he was planning.
Slamming right into Neo, Jaune knew that there was only one strategy that'd work here: brute fucking force, overwhelming their defenses and taking total charge of the situation before either of them had the chance to utterly devour him. A challenge, but from the shuddering and silent wails Neo was giving him as he ravished her pussy and groped her chest, Jaune knew he had the upper hand here.
But then Pyrrha, wicked Pyrrha, who'd taken the initiative now that Jaune was no longer focusing his attention on her, spread her legs and pushed her glistening pussy towards Neo, who eagerly dove in and reminded Jaune that he was up against two teasing minxes who were also some of the sexiest people he'd ever known! Watching Pyrrha moan and jolt as, with every thrust of Jaune's hips, Neo's face and tongue was driven deeper into his partner-cum-mistress's slit.
Ugh, wrong choice of words! Her pussy was clamping down on his dick hard, and he could feel Neo begging, demanding his seed, and with Pyrrha's total abandonment of modesty and propriety as she gasped and moaned, groping her naked chest to put on a show for Jaune, he couldn't really hold back, not against the both of them. But before he'd release, he had to give Neo a demonstration of what she'd just married!
It was substantially harder than Jaune had ever thought it might be to satisfy two drop-dead sexy women, but Jaune was a Huntsman, dammit! He wouldn't give easily. And he could feel from the way Neo's pussy gripped him that he was close, so close to getting her off!
Something Pyrrha seemed to agree with. "Oh Jaune!" she giggled, "From the way she's licking me- oh gods, you're doing so good! J-just... put your hips into it, l-like I taught you f-for thrusting- oh you're doing so good! I'm so glad Neo talked me into this!"
Jaune knew to take Pyrrha's advice, and putting his hips into it, he thrust away to score hit after hit, taking her from behind and delivering a plowing to make her wedding night (or afternoon, or morning, he had no idea what time of day it was) truly memorable! In no time at all, he felt her movements becoming jerkier, her muscles squeezing tighter, as Jaune knew he was building up for-
A sudden spasm overcame Neo as she slumped forward into Pyrrha's lap, a silent orgasm ripping through her entire body. And just in time, because Jaune couldn't hold himself back any longer either!
Pulling out at the last possible second, Jaune felt his orgasm hit him like a sledgehammer as a jet of white sprayed forth from his dick, splattering all over Neo's backside. His cum shined, pearly white, against her pale cheeks, and Neo just made a wordless moan of pleasure as she felt his seed drip down her.
Panting for air, he looked up to see Pyrrha, in that sinfully sexy red dress just... just beaming at him. He'd seen that look before, when he'd mastered a technique with the sword and shield on the rooftops of Beacon, that private look where he could see the faith she had in him. He'd never seen it for "Jaune! You just fucked a girl brainless!" but he felt the same mix of pride and humble gratitude to see it.
Of course, she also spread her legs wider, showing how wet and... unsatisfied her pussy was, her look shifting from beaming pride to... nervous hopefulness, and Jaune felt his dick start to recover, a third round revealing itself to him. Even as his body doubted it had what it took to keep going, Jaune knew it wasn't really in question. Pyrrha was counting on him---and he would never let her down.
But he could give Pyrrha nothing less than everything. As much as she was his best friend, partner, and... now his mistress, somehow, she was still the Invincible Girl. And so he had to give it his all, because if he couldn't win fast... he could already feel the danger of Neo rallying too soon and giving him no time to recover before the two of them had given him the most enviable cause of death any man could imagine.
Gently taking up Neo and giving his overwhelmed wife a gentle kiss on her forehead, he moved her aside so he could focus on his mistress... a situation he really hadn't ever foreseen happening, but the hell he wouldn't be a gentleman in a moment like this! And once his husbandly duty was satisfied, he was free to pounce. All it took to drive Pyrrha to surrender was to mount her. She had, as Ren had revealed, been pining for him for a long time, and now that Jaune knew what to be looking for... it had been extremely obvious that she had been hinting towards this directly to Jaune. But he could make up for his earlier idiocy. With his hands holding her in place by the shoulders, his dick ready to go, rubbing right up against her moistness, Pyrrha was absolutely putty in his hands. Yet Jaune couldn't be satisfied with that. His victory had to be total, or his doom was inevitable. No mercy, no quarter.
With a howl of desire, Jaune brutally set into fucking the champion of Mistral senseless. Pyrrha was a woman who deserved romance, but she was also a woman who had entered into a semi-consensual poly relationship that had started with knocking Jaune unconscious and tying him to a chair. Hard and fast was the name of the game today, and Jaune could deliver it.
"T-take me, Jaune!" Pyrrha squealed, luxuriating in his naked aggression, "D-don't treat me gently, give me everything, I can take it! Oh- oh- I'm s-so glad Neo's your wife so you can treat me- oh! Treat me like a whore! Like a slut! Oh gods yes, Maidens, yes, Jaune, yes! I'm no champion, no idol, nothing more than a dirty fucking whore who needs your fucking dick!"
Jaune was briefly caught off guard by the revelations spilling forth from Pyrrha's mouth. But not enough to pause, or even slow down. Pausing was death, and slowing down... would be to let Pyrrha down. She was calling on him to drill her like a whore, and so Jaune was going to deliver! Grinning, he tightened his grip on her shoulders, his fingers sinking into her soft, tender flesh as he went wild on her pussy. As her cries became more wild, more delirious with arousal, Jaune knew she was coming close, so very close to-
Neo, in her ripped and cum-stained wedding dress, revealed herself beside him, roused enough from her earlier coma to catch Jaune in a sudden, passionate kiss. Their tongues wrestled as he slammed into Pyrrha, making her babble with wild, erotic delight. It was almost too much... and Neo knew it. She broke the kiss with an impish grin and ducked away from Jaune's sight. He knew that it could only be bad news as he suddenly felt her tongue running over his shaft as it entered Pyrrha's slit. Fuck! Jaune wasn't expecting to suddenly have a tongue added to the equation, and now Jaune didn't know- d-didn't know if he could hold it...
Fuck! He had to- he had to pull-
"DON'T PULL OUT!" Pyrrha cried, her legs suddenly wrapped tight around his hips, holding him in place. Jaune was surprised, briefly, mostly by how her legs kept him from moving enough to thrust as hard as he could, but then he realized Pyrrha's true meaning.
Yes. Yes, he was a married man now, and maybe Pyrrha was his mistress rather than his wife, but he was- he was going to breed her, pour his cum into the Invincible Girl and she would carry his child! The thought of the champion's toned body becoming soft and maternal from his seed drove Jaune to his third climax as he released deep into her womb. Pyrrha cried aloud with such a pure and effervescent joy that Jaune wasn't sure if she was climaxing or singing from the moment.
No longer able to control her limbs, Pyrrha wasn't able to hold Jaune in place as he withdrew his very well lubricated cock from her pussy, seeing the mix of his, hers, and Neo's fluids on it. It was... it was a token of his victory, but Jaune knew not to take it as the last word.
Panting, Jaune surveyed the scene. Pyrrha was still temporarily dazed by her climax, and Neo seemed to be still out of it, in spite of her impish interference. But even as their heads rolled and their unfocused eyes wandered the room, Jaune knew that he'd only bought himself a brief chance to catch his breath. He could already see it on both of their faces that neither was exhausted yet, and both of their minds had only a single thought within them:
More.
Neo's eyes were the first to start regaining their focus, her body having enough rigidity to prop herself up and stare at his dick, a long strand of drool hanging from her mouth as she pawed her way forward. Her movement was bringing Pyrrha out of her daze, and now the two of them were moving forward, their lust-addled minds screaming for Round 2.
The tactical situation did not look optimistic.
With a glance down at his cock, Jaune gave a silent salute for the bravery it was about to display as he willed it back up to full mast. This might be the end of Jaune Arc, but he knew he'd go down swinging, and his legend, alongside, in nine months, his next of kin, would live on after him.
Married life was a strange thing.
For one thing, Neo kind of forgot that "getting married" didn't mean she had to stop being a criminal, so she'd spent a few months working a data entry job before she remembered she made way more money through extortion and larceny. It also didn't mean she had to start wearing dresses or hosting tea parties, so that was also a huge relief. It mostly just meant...
Well, Neo wasn't entirely sure what it meant.
She lived with a guy, and also his mistress (they were, after all, Valeans), she had sex with him, and also his mistress, and they hung out together. Which was... basically dating. She supposed she could change her name, but Neo was not a woman who wanted a last name. Also, Neopolitan Arc? Ridiculous. Maybe if there were kids on the way, she'd get it, but that was a Pyrrha thing, the redhead cooing as she stroked her growing baby bump (Neo silently cooing as she stroked her amazingly bigger tits). Neo was not ready for motherhood. Roman had described the prospect of her with a kid as "the sort of thing that makes social workers wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat," and he was not wrong. So, what, she got a piece of paper that said she was married? Was that really all a marriage was?
Which made Neo wonder why she'd gone through all the process of kidnapping a guy and having an underground marriage ceremony, when she could have just told her husband, maybe at swordpoint, maybe not, that they were dating now, and then she'd be in pretty much the same place.
Eh, well, it'd been an excuse to have a honeymoon where she and Pyrrha spent a whole week of athletic and acrobatic competition, pushing the limits of their stamina and flexibility, the kind where Neo had no objection to admitting a tie. Nearly killed their new husband, but that's what a honeymoon was for-- stress testing the marriage, and hey! Jaune had what it took to keep up, even if they did have to hook him up to an IV once or twice. And he couldn't walk for a week or so afterwards, but neither could Neo, so it was just an opportunity to spend more time with her new husband. So that was a plus.
Well, live and learn!
Ruby was proud of how much she'd grown in her time at Beacon. As a Huntress, as a Leader, and most of all... as a friend. She'd developed unforgettable bonds with so many new people, her teammates in RWBY, her friends in JNPR, all her new international friends thanks to the Vytal Festival, it felt like she lived a completely different life than what she had as a socially-awkward weapons geek at Signal. But through it all, Ruby never forgot to be grateful for everything that had changed. Nothing was achieved without other people's help, and it was essential not to forget it.
Like, take the situation between Blake and her sister. Those two had become almost completely unmanageable, something that had cut Ruby, already struggling with self-doubts as a leader, deep. Blake being difficult after so much work to get her to open up about her past with the White Fang and teach her she can trust them, that hurt. Yang, her own sister, refusing to see her as an adult and not just the kid sister... that hurt. But then Jaune took the two of them aside, had a good conversation, and all of a sudden, the two of them became the most agreeable of teammates! She'd barely even had to ask: Jaune had checked in on her with his concerns that she seemed down, he volunteered to help however he could, and he'd made it his mission to help out his fellow Team Leader in need!
"And what do you do when Ruby asks you to file your Dust round expense reports?"
"W-we f-fill-"
"WE FILL THEM OUT! WE FILL THEM OUT! WE FILL THEM OWWWWWWWWT!"
That he'd become the personal Dom of the two most unruly girls at Beacon... it melted Ruby's heart as she watched Jaune turn Blake's butt cherry red for being so careless with her paperwork. Ruby had only barely caught the mistake in time and fixed it before RWBY missed out on Beacon covering Gambol Shroud's speciality Dust ammunition. Ruby didn't want to cause any drama, so she hadn't brought it up, but she'd vented her frustrations to Jaune, and now...
Ruby watched as Jaune gave her big, jiggly butt a few more marks to make sure she learned her lesson. Blake wouldn't make that mistake again, that was for sure! And seeing the way Yang was nervously fidgeting off to the side, Ruby felt a strange excitement deep inside her at the thought of what Yang had to be worried about. Maybe Jaune had something really bad to punish her for! That would be... that would be...
Something about it made Ruby's heart start racing.
Jaune seemed to notice it too. "Oh?" he asked Yang, gently easing a sniffling Blake off his lap, "And do you have something you're supposed to be telling me, Yang?"
Yang shook her head so quickly Ruby briefly forgot it was Yang she was looking at! Seeing that big head of hair bouncing from side to side so quickly, Ruby wouldn't have thought that it was always-confident, always-self assured Yang swiftly denying it with a, "N-no, sir! I h-haven't done anything..." she squeezed her thighs together, a gesture Ruby unconsciously mimed, "anything bad, sir!"
Jaune's eyes narrowed as Ruby's heart leapt. Doubly so as she saw the way Yang swallowed nervously in response! "Is that so..." he asked, seeming so... in charge of the both of them! Boy, Ruby was really glad she'd noticed Jaune slip into this unused classroom and double super glad she snuck in to the balcony vantage point so she could see this!
Yang froze. Ruby could see the dishonesty on her face, but unlike back at home, Yang was clearly afraid about being caught as she admitted, "I- I- I d-didn't mean to, but I..." she closed her eyes tight as she squealed, "I FORGOT TO COMPLIMENT RUBY AFTER HER FIGHT TODAY!"
Ruby blinked in surprise. She... she'd noticed that her team had become noticeably more complimentary recently, particularly Yang, and it meant the world to her every time her big sis gave her a high five after she'd won a particularly tough fight. And... and she'd been a little put out after her fight with Fox, Blake was her only teammate who had had anything nice to say... that Jaune had instructed the two of them to... to... because Jaune knew how important it was to her...
Ruby almost wanted to cry, she was so touched. He was... he was her best friend at Beacon!
Yang looked ready to cry, but for different reasons. As Jaune just pointed to his lap, Yang dutifully dropped herself across it, exposing her bare bottom as she took her position to get spanked like she was the little girl and Ruby was the mature adult!
"You're making a mess on my lap," Jaune said with a growl, "I know these spankings turn you two on, but these are punishments, and if you can't learn to behave, there will be no spankings-"
"I'll be good, I'll be good!" Yang pleaded. Ruby was briefly caught off guard by this---they... they enjoyed getting spanked? And Jaune... Jaune was more concerned with... with making sure the two of them were nice to her than he was with the opportunity to discipline two of the hottest girls at Beacon... he really was just incredible! Ruby was struck by a profound sense of gratitude that she was so lucky to have a friend like Jaune, just... just so lucky!
As the meaty crack of Jaune's hand against Yang's butt split the air, Ruby had to stifle an excited giggle. Hearing her big sister apologize as Jaune spanked her, promising to value Ruby's feelings, to think about how hard things were for her little sister, and promising to be Jaune's good girl as... as Blake watched, the both of them being... being a part of this... this whole, BDSM thing, it made Ruby feel really excited.
But it also made her feel like she owed Jaune something in return.
Really, she owed him a lot. Yang and Blake clearly took a lot of work to manage, not just because they were unruly, but... but because they were such masochistic... such masochistic sluts that they surely had to be a handful for Jaune to put up with! But he did. Because he cared about Ruby.
That gave Ruby the determination she needed to make a decision. And she had the perfect way to pay Jaune back already in mind: there had been a lot of unnecessary quarreling between JNPR and RWBY recently. Specifically between two members who Ruby had been mortified to see create so much tension. Pyrrha and Weiss, two girls who should never have been such a problem. But Ruby could see from Jaune that this was a problem where leadership was the solution, and while Ruby didn't think she had the... authoritativeness to pull off what Jaune was doing as he just paddled Yang's butt, Ruby felt she had her own way to teach some bitchy girls how to play nice!
Consciousness came swimming back to Weiss as her eyelids slowly and sluggishly opened up, a faint haze of white light. She... she remembered getting tea with Ruby, which had been strange to hear Ruby invite her for tea, but she'd done it anyways because Ruby was clearly making an effort to speak her language. When the tea tasted wrong, Weiss had forced it down to not make a scene of criticizing Ruby for being a dolt, and then...
Shapes started to form in Weiss's vision, and she realized... realized she couldn't move. Trying her arm, she couldn't raise it. Nor the other. Nor her legs. Her eyes darted around as she saw that she was... she was tied to a chair and- and gagged. She couldn't make a sound and- and Ruby had drugged her, which told Weiss that something was really wrong! Darting her eyes around in alarm, Weiss saw she wasn't alone, but it wasn't Ruby. It was- it was Pyrrha, also tied to a chair and-
Pyrrha's legs were spread wide, with some kind of... boxy device placed on the chair between them. Weiss realized an identical device was between her legs and she... wasn't wearing any underwear. And what made it even scarier was that there was an SDC Snowflake print on her device, just like there was a spear on Pyrrha's. Their symbols. This was...
"Oh goody, you're awake!"
Ruby's voice caused Weiss's gaze to immediately shift to where her partner was, confidently stepping across the room in... in an outfit Weiss had never seen before! It was tight and leather and- and when did Ruby learn to walk in heels? How many dances had she spent complaining about "lady stilts" to now be approaching Weiss and Pyrrha like a runway model or a... different kind of woman as she looked at them, her silver eyes carrying a maniacal gleam.
"And Pyrrha's getting up too, that's just excellent," she continued, as Weiss glanced to where Pyrrha began some groggy movements in mimicry of what Weiss must have looked like. Soon she was struggling against her bonds, but Ruby just shook her head. "I appreciate the effort, Pyr, but trust me: I personally built that chair to hold you. Oh, and you're both deeply drained of aura, so no Semblances. I really went all out for this!"
She lit up like a hundred watt bulb. Weiss cursed inwardly. Of course an engineering problem like this would get Ruby excited, and of course she'd expect everyone else, even the people she was holding captive to be just as excited! Pyrrha struggled to say something through her gag, but Weiss focused on trying to think what might be going on with her partner. A mind control Semblance? No... Weiss knew Ruby, and things like "bragging about the construction of the chair she tied you up in" was very Ruby.
But Ruby also wasn't someone who was going to leave them waiting for long in uncertainty. Raising her hand, she grinned at her captive audience. "Okay, so, I have to do something really super special to thank Jaune for all he did to get Blake and Yang to stop being so difficult, so I figured I'd find a way to make the two of you stop fighting! Isn't that great!"
Being gagged, Weiss couldn't answer. But even without that in consideration, she just stared, wide-eyed at Pyrrha. The two of them were... much less close that Weiss would prefer, especially from her first year hopes, but they weren't... they weren't enemies!
...weren't they?
Weiss felt a sudden nervousness at the way Pyrrha wouldn't meet her gaze. It didn't matter, this wasn't the thing she should be focused on while Ruby had them in her clutches, but Weiss really didn't want to-
EEEEEK!
Weiss startled in her bods as she felt Ruby's device reveal its sinister purpose. The box was only the housing of what was, effectively, a robotic vibrator, now pressing against Weiss's pussy and working- working much more effectively than the little wand vibrator Weiss kept hidden in a locked box at the bottom of her closet! Weiss struggled against her bonds, not to break free, but just to get this... machine from putting her through this!
"Yep... the two of you have been sniping at each other back and forth," Ruby continued, heedless to the way both girls were being assaulted by erotic pleasure, "and causing so many problems for Jaune, who deserves so much more than he gets! You're both big-time hotshot students, but Jaune's such a great guy-"
Pyrrha began to aggressively struggle to say something through her gag, but her words were too muffled for Weiss to understand it.
"He is!" Ruby replied, throwing up her hands, "And he deserves his partner's respect and- and a lot more! From both of you!"
The look on Ruby's face suggested that there was a lot more of Ruby's feelings towards Jaune here than anything Pyrrha or Weiss thought about him. The "deserves a lot more" filled Weiss with serious concern, made worse by the custom-built sex toy buzzing away mercilessly between her legs. How did- when did- how did Ruby know about vibrators? But of course, of course, her partner had discovered sexuality in a way to combine her skills in engineering with her utterly incomprehensible way of understanding the world!
And like she could read half of Weiss's mind, Ruby smugly added, "I've been spending a lot of time in the Armory recently," she said, her words ringing with pride, "and I've whipped up these little beauties. Specialized vibrators, designed to micro-target biosensitivity to create intense sensations, but with the control to keep you from reaching an orgasm!"
Weiss writhed in her bonds. How was- how was Ruby such a dolt when it came to her Dust homework, but knew how to build these nightmare machines! She bit down hard on her gag as she felt like she was about to cum her brains out, and then- nothing! Nothing! NOTHING!
But as soon as she started lamenting the situation, she jerked back as the device started up again, causing all- all sorts of sensations against her clitoris!
"So, you've probably noticed that it's more than just a vibrator," Ruby said, all too eager to show off her newest invention, "It's actually not just vibrations you're feeling, it uses micro-pockets of Gravity Dust to tug and tweak certain parts of your body, and I'm using Fire and Ice Dust to manage those little jolts of hot and cold. Took me a lot to figure out how to make it work, but trust me, once I've got the two of you getting along, you'll agree---this was worth it. RWBY and JNPR should be getting along like peas in a pod!"
Weiss could already feel what kind of "getting along" Ruby was suggesting and, nnnnnnngh, as much as she tried to deny it, Weiss was feeling it! And- and with Pyrrha, Weiss- Weiss might have- might have u-used her wand to im-imagine the gorgeously powerful redhead h-helpless between Weiss's thighs and- and apologizing- fuck it was sexy when sexy, powerful girls apologized for being such bitches!- w-with her tongue! Fuck- fuck- fuuuuuuuuuuck!
Gasping into her gag, Weiss felt another orgasm stolen from her! No! No! She couldn't- she needed- bring it back! She pleaded silently in her mind, her eyes rolling towards Ruby in desperation for- for relief! She'd be good, she'd be a good girl, she'd do whatever Ruby said, j-just-
SHE COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!
The vibrators were already bringing her up to the most horrible pleasure Weiss had ever felt, her hips jerking and rolling in vain to try to get off. Like a thousand tongues and fingers on her pussy, every sensitive spot thoroughly lavished with attention, threatening to drive her mad unless she- unless she learned to get along! With Pyrrha! She'd- she'd be good, do whatever Ruby wanted! She'd- she'd be Ruby's good girl! Or her little bitch! WHATEVER SHE WANTED!
Ruby's wide smile filled Weiss's heart and mind and pussy with hope that she was being a good girl and would be allowed to cum. Clapping her hands eagerly, Ruby added, "Wow, you two really took to training in a hurry! Jaune's gonna be so happy when he sees how agreeable you two are! Lemme just do a quick check..."
A flurry of rose petals whooshed behind them as Weiss felt the gag drop from her mouth. She realized that she'd begun drooling on herself, but Weiss didn't care. All that mattered was being a good girl. Being a good girl for Ruby. Anything Ruby wanted was good.
"Alright girls," Ruby cheerfully said as she materialized in front of them, "Let's start with Pyrrha---when I say 'Jaune,' you think...?"
"L-love Jaune..." Pyrrha giggled drunkenly, "Love Jaune lots and lots... Wanna be... be Jaune's good girl... 'n fuck him... so horny fer Jaune..."
Ruby clapped excitedly. "Wow, someone really took to the program! Didn't think you'd be that easy to make you fall in love with your partner. But I guess it makes sense, cause you're, like, really disciplined! And how about you, Weiss?"
Weiss felt... felt so tranquil as her mouth opened and, guided by Pyrrha's example, cheerfully chirped, "I love Jaune... love Jaune... love Jaune..." she deliriously repeated, rewarded every time she said the words with a jolt of pleasure that told her she was being good for Ruby!
"Perfect!" Ruby cried, making Weiss and Pyrrha shudder in pleasure. "Oh, Jaune's gonna be so surprised when I show you to him! But! We're not done training yet! By the time I'm done with you, the two of you are gonna be the best-behaved girls in all of Beacon!"
Weiss smiled beatifically. She could already picture it, and it looked so very, very wonderful.
Leading a blindfolded Jaune into the room, Ruby had no reason to hide how she was beaming from ear to ear. Jaune couldn't see it and the two girls stuck groveling like worms weren't something Ruby had to concern herself with!
"So, uh," Jaune said with a nervous laugh, "are you gonna... tell me why you needed to blindfold me, Rubes, or am I being pranked? You're... not going to lead me into the Emerald Forest and abandon me, right? ...Right?"
Ruby just laughed. "Well, now that you've asked me not to abandon you in the woods, I guess I can't." She gave Jaune a playful punch in the arm. "But I'd never do that to my first Beacon friend! C'mon, Jaune, after everything we've been through together... and especially everything you've done for me, I could never abuse your trust like this. Nope! It's a good surprise!"
"Oh, that's a relief," Jaune chuckled, "Because I've been a little worried with how busy you've been recently. I felt like I hardly saw you at all this month!"
This time, Ruby tried not to show how touched by his remark, her cheeks surely turning a bright pink that Jaune had been worried for her. But she had to look confident and in charge, just like she'd seen Jaune with Yang and Blake, and so she screwed up her focus and ripped the blindfold off his face with a proud, "Ta-da!"
Jaune blinked, an amused smile at his face that swiftly vanished as he saw Pyrrha and Weiss, naked and kneeling in supplication towards him, their eyes on the floor, their really toned butts raised up in the air! Ruby made two sharp claps and said, "Girls? Like we practiced."
Raising their eyes respectfully to meet Jaune's awed gaze, Weiss and Pyrrha chanted in unison, "We're sorry for being such bitches! We never should have caused so many problems for you!"
Pyrrha gazed at Jaune, her emerald eyes just burning with love and devotion as she said, "Jaune, you're my Team Leader, and I owe you my total obedience and servitude in any way you'd have me. My body is entirely at your disposal, and I crave your orders. Please, just command me!"
Ruby grinned. Pyrrha had really just taken to training---Ruby hadn't even told her to say half those things---but it made sense. She'd spent her whole life doing what her tutors, trainers, and agent told her to do, so she must have had some part of her that naturally liked following orders. And with Ruby's helpful nudge, she now turned that part towards Jaune and it had manifested in a sweet and lovely schoolgirl crush combined with totally submissive tendencies! Ruby never would have suspected Pyrrha could have either of those elements, but she knew Jaune would love them! And even better, Pyrrha's example was something Weiss was all too eager to follow!
"And- and I'm sorry too!" Weiss eagerly added, "I was soooooo bitchy towards you even when you'd been nothing but nice to me and even apologized for asking me out. I- I'm going to be just as good and obedient as Pyrrha is from now on to make up for it!"
Jaune just stared, wordlessly, as his and Ruby's partners both gleefully offered him both their bodies and their total obedience. Ruby grinned. "Yep!" she said, giving Jaune a slap on the back, "You've done so much for me, just... helping me out as a Team Leader, that I felt I just had to get you the perfect gift for just... being the best guy I know!"
Jaune continued to stare, but his open-mouthed gaze swiveled to Ruby as he stammered out. "R-Ruby, did you... how did-"
"And I've got another surprise for you!" Ruby cheered, "Because," she glanced at her timer, "I think someone's going to be coming through the door right... about..."
Right on time, just as she had planned, the door opened up and Yang and Blake stepped through. Yang was about to speak, until the sight of Weiss and Pyrrha on Jaune stopped them in their tracks. Which made Ruby feel the ecstatic thrill of being in charge over her big sis!
"Hey girls!" Ruby cheerfully waved, "Your Master has two brand-new pets, and I wanted to make sure you girls are going to get along, or if I need to help teach you two how to listen to your Team Leader!"
Narrowing her eyes, Ruby made it clear that even though she didn't have the force to discipline them like Jaune did, Ruby still had authority over them and that if the two of them didn't get along with Pyrrha and Weiss and learn to share Jaune, then Ruby would have to build two new pleasure boxes until everybody got along!
Jaune gaped at her, still firmly in the grip of his surprise. "You... you knew?"
"Yep!" Ruby replied, "I saw that you'd done so much to make my teammates be nice to me, training them and disciplining them and dealing with how slutty they were! It was only fair that I repaid the favor by making Weiss and Pyrrha stop fighting all the time! And- and when I tried it your way, I had so much fun, that-"
"That you figured..." Jaune interjected, the wheels in his mind turning as he spoke, "that we should just... start treating our teammates like our pets?"
Ruby was suddenly struck by a wave of self doubt. Should she... not have reprogrammed Weiss and Pyrrha to be their obedient playthings? Leadership training really didn't seem to smile on... anything she or Jaune had been doing, but Jaune had achieved so much by making Yang and Blake his submissive toys and-
And Jaune's face lit up into a wide smile and suddenly, Ruby didn't have any doubts about anything. "Damn, Rubes!" he cheered, "I had no idea you'd think like that, but... this totally rules! The two of us have put up with way too much insubordination and irresponsibility from these four!"
Though obviously beaming with pride, Ruby tried to tamp it down as she muttered, "It... it was nothing..."
"It was not nothing!" Jaune insisted, "In fact... Blake! Yang!" The two immediately snapped into position as Jaune said their names, "Ruby's right---you two have been trained to listen to your Team Leader, so whatever she commands you to do, you do it. I'm going to enjoy myself with Ruby's gifts..."
Weiss and Pyrrha looked like they almost came from hearing that, and, in fact, Pyrrha looked like she literally came as Jaune ordered her to pick up Weiss and spread her legs so Jaune could fuck her. Such a good partner!
But Ruby's attention couldn't stay on the girls she'd trained. Jaune had given her a gift, and Ruby wasn't going to be a poor gift-receiver! "Blake!" she said, pointing a finger at her Faunus teammate, "You- Jaune had to punish you for screwing up your Dust expense forms, b-but now you have to apologize to me, so... eat my pussy!"
Blake didn't object. Didn't even show a moment of hesitation as she dropped to her knees and went right to slipping under Ruby's combat skirt, pulling down her panties and burying her tongue right in her pussy. Something she was- she was very good at!
Trying not to show how caught off guard she was, Ruby went to give another order. "I-I'm your Team Leader, Yang!" she barked, "Not your kid sister a-and if you thought you didn't like having to kiss my butt before... now I want you to do it for real!"
And much like Blake... Yang didn't even hesitate. In no time at all, Ruby was stripped bottomless as the two girls who had caused her so many problems at the start of the semester suddenly jumped at her commands. And she had Jaune to thank for it.
Glancing over, she saw Jaune sawing away into Weiss's pussy, the prissy princess delirious from joy that she was getting the cock Ruby had specifically explained to her would make her pussy explode into a million orgasms. Pyrrha seemed just as happy, not just because she was following Jaune's orders (Ruby still couldn't believe how quickly Pyrrha had leapt on the idea of being Jaune's submissive slut, it was almost like she actually wanted it!) but also because she was gleefully hurling abuse as the girl in her arms.
"You thought you were too good for Jaune!" she crowed, "You made me watch as you turned him down, again and again, but now- now you're just his bitch, aren't you!"
"I ammmmmm!" Weiss slurred, her mind barely able to process more than the cock pistoning into her, "Z-zuch a bitchy-bitchy- biiiiiiitch!"
Pyrrha seemed to almost be getting off on it. "And now you have to see Jaune the way I always saw him! A glorious, dominant Master who keeps his pets in line!"
They were so cute together!
But Ruby wasn't really able to focus too much on how Jaune was enjoying himself while Blake and Yang were furiously apologizing with their tongues. Ruby knew that Blake had experience with eating pussy, but gods! She was so much better than Weiss and Pyrrha had been while Ruby trained them, it wasn't even fair! And Yang...
Ruby had just meant to humiliate her big sis, to make a big show that she was in charge and Yang would be doing whatever her little sister said. But as Yang sloppily made out with Ruby's butt, she was realizing how distracting it was to feel so... so... so powerful that Yang, always-in-charge, always confident, never-listen-to-anyone Yang had to literally kiss Ruby's butt and she was kissing it like she loved it! Like she couldn't get enough of her little sister's butt as her girlfriend ate Ruby out!
They were a pair of depraved sluts just because they did whatever their leaders told them to, and Ruby couldn't- couldn't- oh fuck, she couldn't-
With a long, low moan, Ruby came all over Blake's face, her feline teammate all too eager to lap up all of Ruby's juices. "M-make out with Yang," Ruby gasped, "and g-give her a taste, too."
They snapped to Ruby's orders like that, such a change from how they were before Jaune taught the two of them some discipline. Feeling woozy on her feet Ruby glanced to where Jaune was now getting blown by Pyrrha, the champion deep-throating Jaune's cock like her life depended on it while Weiss was laid out on the floor, thick, white cream oozing from her overstuffed snatch. Going over to check on her partner, Ruby was delighted to see Weiss was giggling deliriously, "...jaunefuckedme, jaunefuckedme, jaunecummedinmypussy, heeheehee..." as she lacked the coherence to even sit herself up.
Drawing closer to Jaune, Ruby was about to ask him how he was enjoying fucking Pyrrha's throat, but before she could even say a word, Jaune's hand shot out, catching Ruby by the waist, yanking her forward... and kissing her on the lips.
The fireworks exploded in Ruby's mind. A hundred, thousand, ten thousand sizzles and pops and booms as it immediately dawned on Ruby that everything she had done hadn't been... hadn't been to repay Jaune, but to experience this. It was almost like her Semblance going off a hundred times in a row, a dizzying shower of rose petals as the whole world seemed to swoop and dive all around her. Breaking from the kiss, Ruby struggled to breathe, her legs suddenly becoming jelly as she almost tumbled to the floor.
But before she could fall, she felt two pairs of strong arms grab her and hold her up. Yang and Blake, their faces still smeared with saliva from their instruction to share the taste of Ruby's pussy and beaming with pride as they helped her up.
"Good girls help their Team Leader," Yang cheerfully recited.
"We're helping Ruby!" Blake added, clearly hoping for Jaune's approval.
She then felt Weiss leaning against her hip, the heiress still sluggish from her orgasm but compelled to assist as she clung tightly to Ruby's butt. "We're good girls," she giggled, "Team RWBY loves being good girls..."
Ruby was so happy, she could almost cry. Her whole team, literally supporting her, happy to not only hop to her every command, but to anticipate her needs and help her get... help her bring RWBY and JNPR closer together than ever before. Help bring... her and Jaune closer than...
"Jaune..." she said, her voice rasping, "Would you... could you and me..."
Yang gave her arm a squeeze. "Just say it," she encouraged.
"It's wonderful!" Blake added.
Weiss said nothing, but squeezed Ruby's butt in agreement.
"WOULDYOUFUCKME?" Ruby choked out.
And Jaune smiled.
As Pyrrha pulled herself off Jaune's cock, a blissful smile on her face as she gave it one last tender kiss before presenting it to Ruby, not a hint of jealousy on her face. If anything, she looked thrilled to help prepare her leader in claiming the last of Team RWBY, and as Ruby spread her legs in anticipation, with her teammates helping her, the boy she never realized she had a devastatingly powerful crush on looking at her like she was beautiful, even surrounded by such feminine perfection, she knew that she had done the right thing.
Placing her heel into the kneeling Headmaster's back, Glynda savored his weak, gagged moan of dismay. He'd been a bad boy, failing to draft his report to the Board until the last possible minute. Glynda had to step in and assist him, on top of all her other work, and he'd tried to hide it from her. A very, very bad boy. And bad boys got Glynda's stiletto heels, five inches of pure, focused pressure to his back.
As her pet endured the discomfort as best he could, Glynda still had work to do. The report was finished, at least, but running Beacon meant she was never really finished. What she wouldn't give to turn this school into a finely-oiled machine that turned callow and frivolous youths into disciplined Huntsmen... but on that front, she'd found she had a most unlikely ally.
Jaune Arc and Ruby Rose... of all the students to catch her eye, she wouldn't have thought it'd be them, and especially not for this. But that was the wisdom in not trusting first impressions. She's seen them both grow as Huntsman, as leaders, and, after reviewing some most intriguing security footage, Glynda had seen them grow into exactly what she was looking for.
Yes, watching and rewatching the footage of Mr. Arc and Ms. Rose teaching those entitled little harlots their place had been a most welcome surprise! Glynda's pussy felt a buzz of pleasure just remembering last night, plunging her biggest toy into her sopping cunt as she watched sweet little Ruby take a switch to her big sister's backside or see that prissy princess Weiss Schnee beg Mr. Arc to give it to her harder... she'd almost had a hard time focusing on what was really important!
Glynda had been fighting a war on Chaos ever since Beacon first hired her as an Instructor. When they named her Deputy Headmistress, she'd taken the expansion of her authority as a mandate to keep Ozpin's more... eccentric habits reigned in. A hard fought battle, but as the hogtied wizard made a low, lusty moan beneath her heels, Glynda knew it was one she was winning. But bringing Order to Beacon only revealed how much more Chaos she had to fight! The school, the entire world felt like a teaming mass of unruly and disobedient bodies that had to be disciplined!
And now... now Glynda saw that she had allies. Team leaders who would understand that it was essential to teach Coco Adel not to talk back, perhaps via ball gag. To teach Sienna Khan that if she wasn't going to reign in the Whtie Fang, then she'd be better off as just decoration while Glynda took on that duty, a tigress tamed to purr on command. And that bitch, Salem, thinking her personal tragedy from millennia ago gave her permission to make life hell for everyone else... She, along with her new students, Ruby and Jaune, would bring these willful women to heel, and with it, bring in a new, more orderly world.
Yes, Glynda could already see it. And raising up her crop, looking down at the helplessly hogtied Headmaster, she could almost taste how close she was.
Yang sighed. Lying in bed, next to her husband, she felt... so comfortable, so at peace that she should be happier. Even the shaft of morning sunlight cutting right through the blinds and into her eyes wasn't something that could spoil her mood, annoying as it was. She should be reveling in the warmth and affection that filled her life now, but instead... she was thinking about how temporary this would be.
There was a mission. It paid well. It'd involve a trip. And that meant... having to spend two weeks away from Jaune.
They'd talked about this. Jaune had been wonderfully supportive of her career, and Yang wanted to be a Huntress out in the field, where her talents could do the most good for others, where she could feel the thrum of adrenaline through her, but... at the same time...
Leaving Jaune behind was hard. It was always hard, and harder than she thought it would be. She'd grown up in a home that had been fractured twice over, losing two moms and leaving her dad a little... rough for the experience. She'd stepped up to raise her little sis, and while Ruby meant the world to her, Yang's entire life had been spent waiting for the chance to hit the open road, no rules, no responsibilities, total freedom.
At least, until Beacon. Until Jaune. And now she was standing at the precipice of having that freedom, going from job to job with only the open road to call home... and she hated it. She wanted to stay in bed, with her hubby, and just... feel his strong arms around her, holding her close, feeling loved and cherished. It was so tempting, in a way Yang never thought she might be tempted.
But... work was work, and Yang had to-
Hold on a moment... that sound, the sizzle of... was she smelling bacon? That was...
Ah, hell.
With a groan, Yang remembered the other reason she wasn't inclined to leave her husband behind. Stumbling out of bed and tromping down to the kitchen, trying to ignore how alluring the scent of percolating coffee was as she focused on what was about to really piss her off.
Specifically, the girl in her kitchen. The familiar girl in her kitchen. The familiar girl in the kitchen, short, with multicolored hair, and wearing nothing but an apron as she prepared a hearty breakfast... for them.
"Alright," she growled at the intruder, "You know you're not welcome here, I have made that very clear, so I expect some explanation for what you think you're doing in my house."
Silently, she pointed towards the den. Yang, her eyes still bleary from sleep, followed where she was pointing to where... where there was a photo from Yang and Jaune's wedding, except with Neo photoshopped into it next to Jaune, on the opposite side of Yang, wearing a matching white dress and blissful expression, as though she had actually been there. As though she had actually been married to the both of them.
"Oh for- that doesn't mean-"
Neo pointed again, above the altered wedding photo, to a marriage certificate hanging from the wall... verifying the bond of holy matrimony between Jaune Arc, Yang Xiao Long... and Neopolitan. Impressively well forged, and quite possibly... legally binding, knowing Neo's criminal influence.
But "legally binding" had never meant one goddamn thing to Yang, especially when her husband was on the line!
Looming over the tiny girl, Yang pounded her fist into her palm and glowered. With a very measured voice, she began, "We've talked about this before, Neo. I'm married to Jaune. Not you."
Neo gave her an unsettlingly effective pout before looking at Yang with hopeful eyes...
"And I'm not married to you either!" she spat, before Neo could wordlessly make that objection.
But Neo wasn't that easy to shut down. Shooting her a 10,000 watt puppydog pout, Yang felt the waves of irresistible cuteness crash into her, her heart crying out that she... must... console... sad... Neo!
"I grew up with Ruby, you're gonna need to do a lot more than-"
Yang was cut off as Neo changed tactics---dropping the pout and, instead, giving a saucy pirouette, showing off her exposed ass and... letting her apron flip up just enough to get a glimpse of her pussy and... and the Arc crest shaved into the thatch above it.
But to no avail. Yang folded her arms across her chest and said, "Oh, you think that's going to impress me? I wasn't moved when you filled our bedroom with candles and rose petals. I wasn't moved when you showed up in a maid's outfit. And I wasn't moved when I woke up to find you in a dog bed with only a leash and a collar on, and a bone in your mouth. What makes you think this is-"
"Uh, hey..."
Yang turned to see her husband behind her. Inwardly, Yang winced. Jaune was a faithful husband, a man who was loyal to his very core. She had no reason to fear that Neo might steal him away from her. But that wasn't Neo's goal---she wanted to worm her way into their relationship. And Jaune, sweet, compassionate Jaune, was the weak link here, something Neo knew all too well.
It was impossible to mean to Neo---the only way to get her to back off--- with Jaune there. Jaune just had a- it was just impossible to not feel a little sweet when she had Jaune's gentle presence acting upon her. He stabilized her, helped her mellow out, and worse, always made her feel soft while he was there. Even when dealing with awful little gremlins like Neo.
Still, she had to try. "Jaune," she began, her voice measured, but stern, "Neo here has invited herself into our home. Again," she shot a glare at the diminutive assassin, now giving the both of them a look of pure confused innocence. "So if you don't mind, I'll-"
She was cut off as Jaune put a concerned hand on her arm and, damn it all, she couldn't help but melt when he gave her that sympathetic look. "I can handle this," he said before turning to Neo. "Neo? I believe we've made our opinion clear on this. I'm sorry, but we're simply not interested in inviting anyone else into our relationship."
Neo wilted under Jaune's patient, yet forceful, words. Ha, now she had to deal with Jaune's Jaune-ness! And she proved to be just as vulnerable as Yang herself was, her big, pouty eyes failing to dissuade Jaune's gentle sternness until even Neo had to give way!
Sadly nodding, Neo acquiesced to their demands. But... before she went, she turned to gesture at the breakfast she'd prepared for them. A big pile of fluffy scrambled eggs offset with exquisitely golden-brown hashbrowns, toast with jam---and not just store bought stuff, Neo had hit up a farmer's market or something, as impossible as it sounded that Neo might be at a farmer's market---with the sizzling bacon and sausages... And... and Yang was hungry... and it looked good...
That time Neo showed up in a maid's outfit, she actually had cleaned their house. Which Yang, begrudgingly, had to accept as a very helpful thing. Even if she'd done it so that she could slip some particularly suggestive lesbian porn in Yang's personal items (Big-titted blondes domming petite girls? Subtle.) she'd done them a big favor. And feeling her Jaune-induced empathy for all things, Yang didn't have her guard up to do what she had to do and just dump it all in the trash.
"Okay," she grumbled, just in time for her stomach to do the same, "we'll have breakfast. But that's it, you little goblin! After that, you leave!"
Neo just beamed and Yang cursed how it made her heart feel so light and- and happy! Before marriage had taken her edge, Yang would have just ran her over with Bumblebee to show her what happened to trash goblins who got in her way, and especially those who were checking out her man! But with her anger failing to cohere, Yang had no choice but to take a seat across from her husband at the breakfast table, dig in, and... enjoy a pleasant breakfast together.
Ugh, what had happened to her?
"Don't worry," Jaune suddenly said with an impish smirk on his face, "I won't tell anybody. And you're still the big, scary Yang Xiao Long to me."
Yang gave him a playful scowl as he sipped his orange juice, but she couldn't keep the smile off her face as they started playfully joking and teasing each other as they enjoyed breakfast. And... say what you will for the little burglar, but she could cook. Could actually cook really well---was this just a Valean thing? A mainland Valean thing, like, while everyone else up in Patch was learning to be a badass, was Jaune and Coco and Neo learning how to make the best scrambled eggs Yang would ever have? Seriously, Yang was starting to wonder if Neo was even better than Jaune in the kitchen, and from the way he'd started wolfing down his breakfast, he might agree.
Gods... just watching Jaune eat was starting to make Yang's heart get all fluttery. How had she ever fallen so hard for somebody? There was a time, not even that long ago, when Yang had felt like she'd never be able to trust anyone. A time when she was busy convincing herself that she didn't want someone to share her life with, that she was better off alone, and then Jaune came in and, before she knew it, the Vomit Boy had wriggled his way into her heart... How did that even happen?
Didn't hurt that he had a surprisingly good bod, that was for sure. Yang felt a warm twinge as she pictured her husband shirtless. He sure was a Huntsman now, and even if he might not have been back then, the first time Yang saw him with his shirt off... hoo that had gotten her motor going! Some days, it took self control to keep her hands off of her husband, to just peel his armor off him and strip him bare, to run her tongue up his abs as she tasted the sweat from his workout, pausing only a moment to savor his body before she'd rip his pants right off and-
Whoa.
Whoa, Yang was starting to feel... a little light-headed. M-maybe a bit more than light-headed, she was... hoo boy, she was starting to feel a little warm all of a sudden. A lot warm. Her eyes were just locked on Jaune and that annoying... annoying amount of clothes he was wearing. Too many clothes. Armor. Needed to be stripped away. The hot predator inside Yang, the furnace that burned within her, it was all starting to wake up, to burn, and it saw Jaune as a little overdressed for what she wanted. Gods! Why was it so warm in here! She had to- had to-
Awwwwwwwwww, fuck, Yang suddenly realized that she'd forgotten about Neo.
Her head felt heavy and her eyes didn't want to look away from her husband, his own breathing growing deeper as a sheen of sweat began to form on his brow, but Yang had to grit her teeth and turn to see the angelic face of the woman who's been trying to fuck the both of them just standing there in only her apron as she smiled at Yang.
And gods... Yang couldn't help but notice how delicious she looked.
She was was barely able to focus enough to glance at the card Neo slipped to her from across the table, reading: I spiked the eggs with a very potent aphrodisiac. Sorry!
The look on her face was anything but sorry, but as Yang looked upon Neo's cherubic figures, all she could think about... was taking that face and shoving it between her legs! With a lusty moan, she pounced, only to realize her reflexes were a half-second too slow, as Jaune seized the little imp, his lips crashing into hers as Yang seized her from behind, her hands kneading the shorter girl's surprisingly generous booty.
"You shouldn't," Jaune groaned, breaking away from the kiss, "You shouldn't have done that!"
"Which means we have to punish her!" Yang growled, the heat inside her boiling over into pure madness. "And I know exactly how to give her what a dirty bitch deserves!"
Jaune might have objected, might have been the voice of reason, but this lusty bitch had drowned out the voice of reason in a tide of aphrodisiacs. Powerful ones at that, if it was enough to make Jaune lose composure with his level of aura. And the sight of Jaune losing control as he kissed Neo so passionately as the manipulative little cunt went limp in Yang's arms just made Yang want more! More and more and more... and she had to punish this filthy tramp to get it!
A spanking wasn't enough. This wasn't some misbehaving little girl, this was- this was a rotten, nasty bitch who kept making a move on her man! And Yang needed to teach her a lesson!
With one hand, she continued to knead Neo's ass, squeezing as tightly as she could to make Neo yelp even as Jaune delivered her to paradise. With the other, Yang reached between Neo's legs to slip a finger into her nasty little slit, seeing how wet the whore was. So turned on by getting between a married couple, by making them cheat on each other. Oh, Yang would make her pay for that, make her squeal as she viciously thrust her fingers into her pussy.
"Her- her tits, Jaune," Yang panted, knowing that her fingers weren't enough for this task, "Squeeze her- punish her little titties Jaune, show this homewrecking bitch that you'd never have to-" Yang was suddenly overcome by a surge of arousal as Neo's pussy clenched around her fingers in response to her punishment. "Oh fuck this is hot- j-just play with her titties Jaune!"
With a moan, Jaune complied, still kissing the little brat as he palmed and squeezed her little handfuls. Yang pushed her chest into the thief's back, her own tits feeling like they were on fire as Jaune punished Neo's. Fuck, these aphrodisiacs were amazing, Yang had never been so turned on in her fucking life!
"T-twist her nipples, m-make her- make her hurt, Jaune!" Yang whimpered, feeling her legs become as shaky as Neo's, the lucky filling in their sandwich. She had to press tighter against Neo's back just to stay upright, which made Yang even hornier, especially as Jaune began to snarl with uncontrollable desire.
Breaking from Neo's kiss, he gasped for air, letting Yang see that his eyes were on fire with lust. Just as bad as Yang's own gaze was, and their eyes silently communicated what they'd be doing next as Yang and Neo helped Jaune out of his clothes... well, as the two of them simply ripped his pants off, letting his-
H-holy shit, Jaune was hard!
She'd never seen her husband like this, and the one fleeting thought that flittered its way through Yang's cock-shocked daze was, "I gotta find out where I can get more of this stuff."
But Jaune wasn't stunned. Wasn't about to hesitate. He seized Neo with a roar and hefted the tiny thot into the air as though she weighed nothing. The sight of him rapaciously unleashing his desire upon her unlocked Yang's voice, her words spilling out of her mouth without a thought, merely an automatic response to what she was beholding.
"Jaune!" she barked, "Shove your- oh fuck- s-shove your big fucking dick up this homewrecking cunt's twat!"
And if he wasn't already the perfect husband, he didn't need to be told twice as he dropped Neo's petite form down on his beastly dick. If her body gave up any resistance to his monster, Jaune wasn't giving it a thought and Neo had no way of voicing her opposition as he simply slammed his full length into her body. Yang could practically see how it bulged her stomach to take so much meat into her as Neo's eyes went impossibly wide, her mouth hung open like an unlatched gate, and her whole face froze in a look of pure disbelief.
Served the little slut right.
But Yang was overcome by needs that wouldn't allow her to enjoy the sight of a homewrecker getting appropriately wrecked. She needed more, and she swiftly was upon Neo, her mind too frazzled by the potent drugs coursing through her system to even think that there was anything odd about the situation as she tore the clothes from her body. Instead, she just pressed her hard nipples back into Neo's back as she cupped her tight little ass with one hand and used the other to stimulate Neo's clit as Jaune began to bounce her on his dick.
Suspended in midair between the two of them, Neo could only drool as they ravished her helpless form. Well, this was what she wanted, so Yang broke apart into a wild giggle. This was- this was such a turn on, and Yang couldn't help but struggle out of the remaining tatters of her clothes as she enjoyed seeing Neo reduced to just a cock-sock for Jaune. Gods, she was so horny! Her pussy was boiling while this lucky bitch was hogging all the cock!
"Me next," she panted, "J-Jaune, me next, Yang gets cock next!"
Her voice had taken on a high, girlish squeal, but Yang didn't care. She was horny, and Jaune's lusty grunts as he savaged Neo sounded something like a yes, so nothing else mattered. As Neo seemed to regain enough of her sense to start to thrash in silent orgasm, a giggling Yang held her in place as Jaune's thrusts grew faster and faster before, with a throaty, animalistic growl, he suddenly jerked and- and-
He came, and Yang exploded.
She was over-primed in her sexual heat that the realization of Jaune's orgasm triggered Yang's own. Her lust-addled mind was assaulted by the rich, musky scent of her husband's seed flooding a harlot's womb, and Yang merely knew that that was good and delicious as her body quaked in orgasm.
Somehow, all three of them were on the floor, but Yang didn't remember falling down. She did realize, as she writhed on the cool kitchen tile (a vague and ragged memory of Jaune asking her opinion between "Valean Spring" or "Seafoam" flitted to her mind), that the little bitch's cream-filled pussy was right there, and Yang simply set to feasting upon her naughty little twat. Just in time to hear the grunting moans of an animal in head-
Of her sexy bull of a husband in heat!
Yang squealed into Neo's pussy as Jaune slammed into her overheated pussy. Overcharged by the aphrodisiacs, his cock hadn't even slightly softened as he thrust away into her. The three of them were simply an electrified wire, arousal sparking from one end to the next, flashes of aura and lust bursting about them as Yang felt an iron rod batter her pussy as it begged for more and her tongue plunged into Neo's pussy to taste Jaune's cum mingled with Neo's spicy flavor, or maybe to just vent some of the raw sexual pleasure Jaune was delivering into her overloaded body into the little thief!
Reason was lost in the sensation. Yang had never been more sensitive; Jaune had never been this hard, and it seemed like there was always a new feeling to overwhelm Yang's mind. Jaune's hand coming down on her ass in a sharp, meaty SPANK, Neo's thighs clenching around Yang's cheeks, hearing Jaune's passionate grunts among the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh... it all vanished in a whirl of sensation, disordered from time. All Yang knew was that she was cumming, that Jaune was cumming, that Neo was cumming, all three of them were cumming over and over again as they fucked without ceasing all over the kitchen.
Yang was vaguely aware of some point where she grabbed Neo by the hair and ground her face against her pussy as she barked insults at the mute girl, some point where Yang fisted Neo's pussy as Jaune fucked her ass, some point where she had her tits around Jaune's dick as she sat on Neo's face... maybe some of these were just the delusions of an overheated brain, but far too much was real, a whirl of wild, drug-addled debauchery.
Jaune seemed tireless. Or, at least, his dick did. Yang's pussy was the same, though the woman herself was definitely feeling the fatigue that came from literal mind-melting sex. And Neo was their dirty little plaything, and so she didn't have to be conscious for what they needed her for. Which meant...
Which meant, Yang realized with a mad, dizzy, wild grin on her face, they'd just keep fucking until they either worked the drug out of their systems or blacked out or just never stopped!
With a howl of naked desire, Yang leapt back upon the smaller girl, plunging her tongue into Neo's mouth to let her taste the cum Yang had licked from her own snatch as she and Jaune taught the little skank the consequences of inserting herself into someone else's marriage!
Waking up, nestled all snug and tight between her favorite people in the world, Neo really felt like she'd earned this. All of this, from the way her aura no longer seemed to even exist after it had been so drained to the way her hips were definitely bruised, from her stomach feeling bloated from the, frankly, unbelievable volume of cum Jaune had pumped down her throat to the way her nipples still throbbed from what Yang's hands had done to her. And oh, her poor little pussy and her tight little ass, Neo could only hope they'd forgive her for how much she'd tested their elasticity! It just went to show that if you put in the time and effort, and never took no for an answer, all of your dreams would eventually come true.
And not just Neo's! These two goofballs, thinking they could have the perfect marriage without someone coming around and wanting what they had. They were lucky that they'd gotten discovered by someone like Neo, who was nice and just wanted to make everyone happy. Well, now they'd seen her side of things, Neo was confident that her two lovebirds were all set for a new level of marital bliss. And the best kind at that, the kind that involved Neo!
Snuggling against Yang's massive boobs (Maidens, they were even better pillows than Neo had dreamed!) Neo gave her new wife a playful kiss as she rubbed her sore, well-used ass against her husband's slumbering body. They were all tuckered out on the kitchen floor, a few too many rounds of utterly wild sex leaving them all sleepy and snuggly as Neo christened the first morning of their wholly and entirely lawful marriage. Well, it had taken them quite long enough to add a third to their marriage, so Neo figured she'd earned a nice celebration!
After all, it didn't make sense for them to not have a third person in the relationship! Who was going to take care of Jaune while Yang was out in the field? And who would make sure that any criminals who might think to interfere with Yang's mission would get a very grave warning not to even think of it? She was going into the Razorfist Clan's territory, and if they even thought of touching a gloriously blonde hair on Yang's perfect head, Neo would simply have to act on the threats she'd tattooed on their messenger's chest.
And once Yang saw how helpful it was to have a professional criminal in the household---or just a sexy shortstack who really enjoyed being the plaything of two sexy blonds!---she'd surely stop being so angry about how affectionate Neo was. And maybe that would take a while, but, as Neo adjusted slightly to better cuddle her two lovers, if their monogamous anger took a form like this... Neo wouldn't terribly mind being in the doghouse with her spouses!
Being Team Leader of Team JNPR was not something Jaune had expected would happen after being flung into the Emerald Forest and very nearly killed. Even after he'd successfully been a part of (he certainly wouldn't consider his role as leading) killing a Deathstalker, Jaune was still wondering on the Bullhead back to Beacon if he was still not going to be admitted. Especially because he was getting very airsick as he gripped his chess piece so tightly, as though it might slip through his fingers. But... no, he'd evidently impressed the faculty... or maybe just the weirder-than-expected Headmaster... or it made a better acronym to start with "J..." or it was because he was a Valean...
There were a million reasons for Jaune to discount why he had been named leader. Which meant that, midway through the reception, when he and Ruby had been pulled aside from their new teams to handle paperwork, Jaune's mind hadn't really been on the ball for all the liability waivers, next-of-kin notifications, and sworn affidavits that he was blindly signing, just to get through the nigh-bottomless stack. Might have even been a good thing, considering that Jaune wasn't really thinking about how many of these papers involved the fundamentally lethal nature of a Huntsman that he had only begun to grasp. He just... signed whatever was put in front of him as his mind only vaguely grasped what Ms. Goodwitch was rattling off as she handed him the paper. Mostly, he only heard how many signatures and initials each one needed.
Which meant that he was utterly blindsided the next day when Nora had stopped him in the halls, honest-to-the-gods tears in her eyes as she crushed him in the biggest bear hug Jaune had ever experienced. Even bigger than the bear hug Nora had given him the previous day. And unlike that one... Jaune had no idea what it could possibly be about, and Nora was far too emotional to explain.
"You... you just..." even Ren was struggling with emotion, something Jaune hadn't imagined he'd see of the stoic young man he'd met in the woods the day before, "You've accepted us... into your House."
"You're the best," Nora sobbed into his chest, "The absolute best, Jaune-Jaune!"
"I... what?" Jaune asked, "I- thank you, but I... what?"
Ren nodded. "You... might not realize the significance of your generosity, but... Nora and I... we're not Valeans. Nor are we recognized immigrants to Vale. We're orphans, after our village..." Jaune began to grasp why Ren and Nora were so emotional about this... and how real the Grimm threat truly was, "But you, Jaune... you just took us in as retainers to House Arc."
"The best and greatest House, ever!" Nora said through her tears, "The best!"
Ren lowered his eyes, humbly. "You've... taken legal responsibility for the two of us, and... and vastly expanded our rights within Vale. I... understand this was just a trifle for you, sir, but you've... changed both of our lives, so much for the better."
Nervously chuckling, Jaune had tried to play down the situation. "You don't... don't have to call me 'sir,' we're just, you know, a Team, and that means-"
Nora, though, cut him off, "Sir, yes, sir!" she replied, pressing her tearstained cheek against his chest as she hugged him tighter, "As our new Lord, me and Renny are gonna be the best servants you could ever ask for! You won't regret this, I promise!"
That was when Jaune should have cut this off. Should have made it clear to the both of them that they were equals on Team JNPR. If anything, he should be deferring to them, a fact made clear in the coming weeks where he discovered that Ren and Nora vastly exceeded him in combat ability and Grimm knowledge, but it felt... wrong to deny Nora and Ren when they had so much gratitude to express. And... a part of Jaune did enjoy being the magnanimous Lord, even if House Arc hadn't really meant anything since his great-grandad's day. But if he had nipped it in the bud then...
Jaune groaned as Ren's lips reached the base of his cock. He felt the air exhaled from his "retainer's" nostrils tickle his pubes as he performed fellatio in a way that could only be called artful, particularly with the contrast between his gentle, precise technique and the way Nora was sloppily slurping and sucking on his balls. The two of them worked in perfect tandem for their double blowjob that left Jaune simply paralyzed in his seat, unable to do anything but moan as Ren's soft and talented mouth worshiped his shaft set to the rhythm of Nora's lips going smack-smack-smack as she lavished his balls with attention.
"It's not good to get this backed up, sir," Nora cheerfully piped up from between his legs, "Mmmmm, your balls are so heavy and full of yummy, yummy cum... such a treat for Renny, but you need to let us drain you every day, or you're just gonna get stressed out!"
What was there to say in response to that? Even if Jaune was in a place where he could put words together, what was he supposed to say when his "retainers" considered it their duty to orally pleasure him? How had things reached this point?
Jaune had tried not to abuse his authority over the two of them, but it was difficult when they simply... anticipated his needs, no orders needed. If he needed a pen, Ren already had one in his hands, held out to Jaune. Nora fetched him food in the cafeteria, in spite of his best efforts to get it himself. And, the first morning after Jaune had discovered his new relationship with his teammates, she had offered him first dibs on the syrup---something Jaune hadn't realized at the time, but an absolutely massive sign of deference from the hyperactive girl. He tried to tell them they didn't have to do anything for him, but it felt rude to refuse them, especially when Nora and... particularly Ren would give him one of those soft, warm smiles after they'd been useful to him. And... and when Cardin had tried to start picking on Jaune and shoved him in a rocket locker, Jaune heard the crash of Magnhild repeatedly bashing his assailant into the floor before Ren had spirited him out the locker. When Jaune expressed concern for any trouble Nora might get in, Ren had only replied, "Not with the cameras disabled" and darkly revealed a familiarity the both of them had with... extralegal solutions to problems. When he got out of the infirmary (from a "training accident") Cardin never even spoke to Jaune again.
Even after that, though, the massages had been a bit much. But Nora had insisted that Jaune allow himself to enjoy Ren's talents. Nora had been extremely verbose in praising Ren's skill, and seeing the stoic young man blush at the praise, combined with Ren's slightly mumbled explanation at how stress relief was important for a Team Leader... he'd allowed it. And... it was really good. Especially from the way Nora beamed and even Ren cracked a smile at Jaune's praise for what his hands could do. Jaune had even been able to assuage some of his concerns by asking Ren if he'd be willing to massage Pyrrha and Nora as well, so it wasn't just him who was benefiting from Ren's skilled hands. So he felt fine just letting Ren do whatever he felt he ought to and hadn't thought anything about it until, around the point he was getting a daily massage, he'd been blindsided by Ren's hand suddenly grasping and stroking his penis.
Jaune's eyes had shot open and he was about to object before Nora shushed him with a finger to his lips as Ren jerked him off to... an embarrassingly quick conclusion. Jaune had been caught off guard, coming from a state of utter relaxation to one of total bewildered confusion and... Ren's hands were very talented. And when he began to spurt, a white fountain spattering Ren's hands, the both of them just smiled at Jaune, that distressingly common smile of their pride in being good servants. Jaune had been too flabbergasted by his "happy ending" to say anything, particularly as Ren licked his seed off his own hand while Nora cleaned Jaune up with her tongue.
From there... Jaune had tried to say no. To insist that their service wasn't to be of a sexual nature, but Nora wouldn't have it.
Cupping his groin with her hand, she'd pressed him against a wall and purred, "You're too stressed, Jaune-Jaune. Let your servants tend to your needs..." She'd punctuated her remarks by squashing her boobs against his chest, making Jaune intimately aware of how busty his teammate was, then whispered into his ear, "And is it our fault you're just so delicious? Are you really so cruel to give Renny and me only a taste? What a cruel Master," she gave his hardening cock a sudden squeeze that made Jaune moan, "to play with our hearts like that..."
His attempts with Ren had, somehow, gone even worse. With a deep and profound sadness in his eyes, the Mistralian literally fell to his knees to ask Jaune for his forgiveness. He insisted that he would never again do anything that made assumptions "above his station" and Jaune didn't know what to say other than insist that he'd merely been... surprised by the sudden sexual favors.
So Jaune had become familiar with the feeling of Ren's hands around his dick. Particularly in the showers---Pyrrha liked doing late night workouts (even at Beacon, people liked to gawk at her celebrity) so after Jaune had been put through the ringer by his partner, he'd retire to the showers, where he'd soon hear a familiar voice in his ear whispering "Allow me to attend to you, my Lord" as a hand grasped his dick. He'd try not to blush on his way out as Pyrrha would comment on how much progress they were all making, and how grateful she was for how eager Ren and Nora were to help with his training.
Handjobs, of course, were soon topped with blowjobs---Nora informed Jaune that they had been "practicing," and he didn't ask for explanation---and now he was paralyzed in the dorms, sitting in his chair with his legs spread wide to accommodate two of his teammates/servants as they lavished his groin with loving attention.
"It's such a nice, big cock," Nora cooed, "If Renny wasn't being so greedy, we could both suck on it together... but it's okay. Renny really likes big cocks, he's only got his little dick to play with without you, sir. So he really enjoys how big yours is."
Oh, yes, the humiliation stuff. That had also been part of the switch to blowjobs. By now, the part of him that still insisted that he and Ren were equals was drowned out by the way Ren's lips just... whenever Nora began to degrade him, it was like an electric current passed through Ren, energizing his talents to new heights! Jaune couldn't even pretend he was capable of objecting by now!
Nora continued her verbal assault. "We're so lucky to have you, sir," she whispered, "Ren and I both knew we needed a real man in our lives. Poor Renny's just not enough to satisfy me, and we'd have been so pathetic and unhappy without you." She rose up, away from Jaune's testicles, to put her hands on Ren's head as he bobbed away on Jaune's dick. "That's right, Renny, keep doing that, you're making our Lord so happy with us..."
He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't handle this madness, and so Jaune couldn't do anything but release. Groaning, he pumped shot after shot into Ren's hot and willing mouth, They had committed to draining his balls, and Jaune couldn't help but comply as he gasped and wrung the last drops of his seed into Ren's swelling cheeks, until cum began to leak out of his nose.
"Good boy!" Nora praised Ren as he slowly and reluctantly pulled himself off Jaune's dick. "Now share! Aaaaaaaaaah!"
She opened her mouth expectantly as Ren kissed her, the two of them swapping Jaune's cum between each other's mouths before loudly and messily swallowing his load. Jaune just slumped back in his chair, wholly exhausted by what they'd just put the two of him through. If he'd been a real leader, he might have been able to take charge of this situation, but... well, what the hell were you supposed to do when it was your servants who were begging to be used by you? And where was he supposed to go for advice on something like this?
But as soon as Jaune's self-recrimination returned, so to did Nora and Ren's attention, the two of them still on their knees as they looked up to Jaune and... and smiled, that warm, soft smile that never failed to awaken the tenderness in his heart as Ren whispered, "Thank you, sir," and Nora nodded her cheerful assent.
"I should be thanking you," Jaune groaned, awed at how thoroughly they had wrung him dry.
Team JNPR was, in a word, abnormal. Compared to RWBY and CFVY, who were themselves pretty extraordinary, Jaune had pretty quickly picked up that it wasn't normal for the Team Leader to have two teammates volunteer as his sex slaves, and yet, somehow, the most extraordinary part of his Team was still Pyrrha.
Really, Jaune had never begun to imagine what the life of a celebrity was like, particularly one celebrated as a fighter. The sheer drive she brought to everything she did, her exercise routine, her endless study of modern combat techniques, the precision she brought to her weapon care... and then there were the burdens of fame. Visits to Vale had to be carefully managed (and Jaune was genuinely grateful for the help Ren and Nora offered to make them even possible) while Jaune became aware that there were places on Scrollnet that genuinely hated him for being paired with the Invincible Girl. Coco and Ruby commiserated with him, that his leadership challenges didn't resemble theirs (if they only knew...), and Jaune often found himself as the point of contact between Beacon and Pyrrha in figuring out her appearances for events, especially related to the Vytal Tournament.
In the lead up to it, Pyrrha needed to make a weekend visit back to Argus---"Team Nikos," the incorporated body that managed her career, required some sponsorship and endorsement paperwork to be signed in person---and left the dorms to Jaune, Nora, and Ren.
Who, predictably, took advantage in the sudden expansion of privacy to really step things up.
Of course, Nora explained, Jaune shouldn't be left cold and alone when he had two perfectly good bedwarmers to attend to him. Friday night, it had just been that, the both of them hugging Jaune tightly, but chastely, in a way that made Jaune feel... good about himself, like a protector as he had his arms around his teammates, holding them close to him.
Saturday, however...
Nora was on top of him, the both of them completely naked, her heavy breasts engulfing Jaune's face within their cleavage. With all the easy sex Jaune hadn't expected the sight of Nora topless would catch him so off guard, but her chest was... glorious, and as she proffered her breasts to him, Jaune couldn't resist, kissing, suckling, and licking every inch of generous titflesh that completely overwhelmed him. And as her wet, dripping pussy rubbed against his dick... Jaune knew what he wanted. Not just what was coming next, what he well and truly wanted.
"Ohhhhhh, sir," Nora gasped, pressing her pussy lips, so warm and inviting, against his cockhead, "Would you... would you like my virginity? To be the first man to claim my pussy, to make me yours, forever?"
Jaune's response was only a moan, muffled by Nora's boobs.
"Mmmmm, are you seeing this Renny? Are you getting a good look at Jaune's big cock before I make it disappear?" she pulled her boobs off Jaune's face so she could grin at him and add, "Would sir mind if Ren touches himself while you claim me? He's been fantasizing about this since we first began to serve you, my Lord?" She added a sultry roll on that word.
Glancing over to where Ren was watching them, his eyes wide and pleading, Jaune wasn't sure how he felt about any of this, but telling him "no" felt... really cruel (but for all he knew, that's what Ren wanted!) so he merely nodded and... saw Ren's face light up as his hand reached for his dick. Nora quickly pulled Jaune's attention back, however, as she took the moment to descend, her pussy eagerly taking on his entire dick.
"You're so- so biiiiiiiig!" Nora squealed in delight, "Oh, oh, sir, you're so- Gods, you're amazing! Just- just amazing! Oh fuck me, fuck me, FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!"
Well, having come this far, what else could Jaune do?
Nora rode him hard and fast, like she did everything in life, with a wild enthusiasm as she bounced up and down on him. Her tits jiggled and swayed with every bounce, and he could hear the clap of her cheeks as her voluptuous form demonstrated a full and vigorous workout. Jaune was grateful for Ren's training in meditation and self-control for keeping him from just shooting off in a heartbeat when this was what was riding him.
But Jaune well knew that Nora never did anything that wasn't beyond the pale.
"Wouldn't it be hot," Nora moaned, "if Renny and I were both stuck watching? Both stuck touching ourselves while you, nnnn, you had a proper woman riding you? If you didn't have to rely on peasant trash to satisfy your urges?"
Jaune sputtered his objections. "N-Nora!" he gasped, "You're- you're not- you're more than good enough for-"
"No, Jaune-Jaune," Nora replied, a wild grin on her face, "I-Imagine if- if you had Weiss riding you right now. You'd like that, right? Having Miss Perfect Princess losing her mind to your big, meaty cock? I bet her little pussy is perfect, so tight it would struggle to handle someone as big as you! Or if you had Yang's big boobies bouncing in your face while Ren and I could see how much better Valeans are at making love? Wouldn't that be amazing?"
All he could do was groan in response. Fuck, this was perverted, but it was impossible not to get drawn down into Nora's dirty fantasies. Jaune had found plenty of sexual satisfaction from his teammates, but it was impossible not to notice that he was surrounded by beautiful women. He'd certainly noticed Weiss's refined elegance, and would have likely asked her out if he didn't have... this situation going on. And nobody missed what Yang was flaunting...
"Or maybe..." Ren's voice timidly broke through, "M-maybe our Lord would desire... Pyrrha as his bride?"
That got Jaune's attention, his eyes shooting wide as Nora's rolled in arousal at the suggestion.
"Ohhhhhh," Nora moaned in depraved lust, "Can you picture it, Jaune? The Invincible Girl, wearing nothing but her tiara, just riding you as her hair streamed behind her? I've seen her, when we shower together, and I've seen how much sexier she is than me. Her body is perfect, sir, she's exactly what a Lord like you deserves."
Fuuuuuuuuuuuck.
Jaune tried not to think about Pyrrha like that. Tried his hardest not to think of her sexually. He'd known her long enough to know about her hardships with what people saw of her, how they placed her on a pedestal and reduced her merely to her outside attributes. And... he was in relationship with the rest of his team, and he feared how easy it might be to slip into become some lecherous tyrant, taking advantage of those under his leadership.
But it seemed he'd only suppressed those thoughts, and with Ren and Nora's encouragement, they came flooding back with a vengeance. He could picture exactly what Nora was saying. Pyrrha was riding him now, the sparkle of adoration transferred from Nora's blue eyes to Pyrrha's brilliant emeralds. Her figure was taut and athletic, yet still boasting an impressive bust as her pussy clenched around him. A figure of unreachable perfection was riding him like a whore, the idol, the fantasy of men around the world was all for him.
Nora moaned in delirious pleasure. "Ohhhhhhhh, someone likes Pyrrha!" she giggled, "That's right, Jaune-Jaune. Think about Pyrrha, sexy, gorgeous, perfect Pyrrha riding you. The Goddess of Victory. Not some Mistralian gutter trash, a real woman! That's what you deserve, my Lord, my KING! You should- unnnngh, you should- oh fuck, oh fuck, sir, oh sir, oh SIIIIIIIIIIIIR!"
Throwing her head back for a titanic orgasm, Nora shrieked so loudly that Jaune was certain RWBY got a good earful of what was going on across the hall. But he didn't care. Not when he was picturing Pyrrha gloriously riding him, descending like a goddess onto Remnant to fuck his brains out. He couldn't help himself but cum to that sight, erupting deep within Pyrrha's pussy and flooding her with his seed. He was jolted back to reality as Nora toppled forward, her boobs cushioning her fall onto his chest as she met his gaze with a dizzy smile.
"Yaaaah," she moaned, "Thass... thass righ'... f-fuck Pyrrha... y'should... fuck Pyrrha..."
He heard a grunt that signaled the last member of this strange relationship reaching his climax as well, followed by a slight whisper, "If... if you wish it... w-we can make it happen... sir."
Jaune wasn't sure if he answered anything, being way too out of it from his orgasm, but he heard a happy giggle from Nora that made Jaune feel utterly at peace with his strange, strange relationship as he drifted off to sleep.
Pyrrha was used to the perks of fame, and with it, the awkward discomfort that came from people bending over backwards just to appease what might appear to be her desire. It was a cold and isolating life, where every word, every expression could be interpreted as displeasure and bring everything crashing down around her. After her second Mistralian Regional victory, she'd complained to her mother about how her driver had been late---it had actually been her fault, she'd been too caught up in the thrill of victory and gone to the wrong pickup zone---only to learn the next day that the man had been fired. The guilt stuck with her, only 15 years old and she'd cost a man his job just because she was a petulant teen. So... she'd learned to keep her thoughts and feelings concealed, to make it clear that she was the one at fault for anything. Yang told her that she was too apologetic for her own good---Pyrrha knew that her apologies were what kept the authorities at Beacon from moving to carry out "her" will. As stern as Ms. Goodwitch was, Pyrrha knew that if she told the administration she didn't like something---or someone---at Beacon, things would change.
But this, this... situation with Ren and Nora, this was beyond what even Pyrrha was used to. Jaune was the one bulwark between them and Vale's... rather severe immigration laws. Pyrrha was, herself, a Mistralian immigrant, but her student visa gave her effectively the same legal protections Ruby or Jaune enjoyed. But that was because she had parents in Mistral who could vouch and sign for her. Even Blake, an ex-terrorist, could appeal to the consulate for Menagerie if she fell into legal trouble and expect the full rights entitled to the accused. Without Jaune, and his status as a member of a Noble House, Ren and Nora... had almost no rights. Beacon could step in (at least she hoped they would), but even then, it was likely that, should they be accused of any crime, no matter how flimsy, they'd likely spend time in a cell before things could be straightened out. Pyrrha had heard stories of wicked men who took refugees and effectively enslaved them, but looking at the legal status of her close personal friends... she knew those had to be more than just stories.
So their gratitude was both extraordinary and proportionate. And overwhelming. Pyrrha saw a familiar look in Jaune's eyes every time Ren offered him a pen, much less a massage. The look of someone who knew how much power she had over someone that they never asked for. And... and that temptation that came with it. But at the same time... and Pyrrha hated herself for even thinking it...
It gave them something in common.
As Nora quickly became more and more a confidant, the cheerfully energetic girl proving to be a surprisingly good listener, Pyrrha felt confident enough to even admit this fact to her. It was tough, especially because it involved so much of Nora's own... situation, but she just smiled as Pyrrha admitted to it. But then, Nora, well... They were showering after a good workout---Jaune was improving so quickly!---and Pyrrha had found something about the bare vulnerability of the showers that made it easier to open up. But that meant that Pyrrha suddenly became particularly aware that Nora and her were both naked as her bubbly teammate drew closer. Nora was always a... handsy girl in pretty much every situation, but this was very different.
"You like having something in common with Jaune, do you?" she asked, "Well, I have something that'll give you a lot in common with him."
With that, she dropped to her knees. "Nora!" Pyrrha gasped in surprise as her teammate looked up at her, as though she was the one being ridiculous.
"Jaune wants us taking care of the whole team's stress, and you are so very stressed, Pyr," Nora whispered seductively from between Pyrrha's thighs before inhaling the scent of Pyrrha's pussy, "And trust me... I'm going to enjoy this as much as you do."
"B-but-" she protested, "I don't- you can't-"
"Can't?" she asked, playfully, "What do you think Renny is doing for Jaune right now? He had so many objections, too, at first. But it's not hard to tell what you really want. You're so kind and generous to me 'n Renny, but it's time you remembered why you're our betters..."
Pyrrha attempted to tell Nora no, to stop her from doing anything more, but before she could do anything, Nora had buried her face in Pyrrha's muff and... proceeded to introduce Pyrrha to what sexual pleasure felt like. Her public repression had left deep marks on her, and it had left her... inexperienced with even self-pleasure, meaning that Nora's tongue utterly dominated Pyrrha with very little effort. Soon, she could do little more than pant as she leaned against the shower tile and let Nora have her way with her.
"That's it," Nora said with a muffled voice, "Give in to pleasure. Let this dirty peasant tend to her sexy Goddess's needs..."
"Nuh-noooo," Pyrrha whimpered, feeling that familiar guilt rising up within her.
"You're worried about what'll happen if you're selfish," Nora patiently explained, in between licking Pyrrha's clit, "but that's what I want. I want you to treat me like street trash, to use me for your pleasure. Go on," she whispered, a wicked tendril curling through Pyrrha's mind, "show me the entitled bitch you want to be! Show me the Invincible Girl who takes what she wants!"
With a trembling hand, Pyrrha gripped Nora by the hair... and pressed her face deeper into her pussy. Nora trembled with glee as Pyrrha was rewarded with pleasure, Nora's tongue diving ever deeper into her slit, which made her mash her face even harder against her box. A wild, wicked glee surged within Pyrrha as she dominated the smaller girl, as her powerful thighs clenched around Nora's face and made her eat her out like- like- l-like-
LIKE THE BITCH SHE WAS!
With a cry of victory, Pyrrha allowed herself to indulge in her triumph over a weaker girl! She forced Nora to pleasure her until she came, nearly suffocating her teammate with her pussy until, after Pyrrha soaked her face in her juices, Nora could only murmur a dizzy thank you as she toppled backwards onto the shower floor. She looked... pathetic, a well-used sex toy, her face smeared with pussy juice. Pyrrha couldn't resist the urge to plant her foot between her teammate's ridiculous tits and show Nora who her goddess was.
"Mmmm... thaaaank you..." Nora giggled, writhing in pleasure beneath her foot, "Oh, if only you could teach Jaune-Jaune to be so... dominant in the bedroom..."
All of a sudden, Pyrrha's divine confidence evaporated as she jumped back in fright, realizing she'd just- she'd just- oh gods, she'd- she'd made her teammate eat her out and stepped on her like she was some kind of-
"It's alright, Pyr, it's alright," Nora gently soothed the girl who, only moments before, had been happy to treat her like refuse, "I told you, I wanted to see that side of you. And like I said, what do you think Renny is doing for Jaune right now?"
Pyrrha blinked, trying to process it. She'd been... distracted earlier, but Ren was... w-with Jaune? Her mind quickly conjured an image of Jaune... n-naked, and with the slender Mistralian o-on his knees like Nora was, the both of them...
"It's a nice thought, isn't it?" Nora asked, wrapping a hand around Pyrrha's leg. "Mmmmm, Jaune's such a stud and he doesn't even know it, his cock is soooooo big, but he barely lets us play with it! But that's what makes it so hot. He's the one who decides what we get. He has all the power..."
Yes... Jaune wasn't used to power. He wasn't like Pyrrha, who had bested so many others, had humbled the strongest warriors in Mistral, who showed them how inferior they were, but right now, right now, he was showing Ren that he was a real man...
"That's right," Nora cooed, "Poor Renny and I have the hardest time around Jaune. He's so... powerful and we're just peasants who can only beg for his attention. But you, Pyrrha... You're like him, you're royalty, and you-"
"-can put a bitch in her place," Pyrrha completed, a powerful snarl coming to her voice that made Nora shiver. But once again... her confidence began to flicker as her thoughts turned back to Jaune. "But... would Jaune... he wouldn't- wouldn't understand what-"
"Shhhhhh, don't worry," Nora soothed her, "You've got your Argus trip coming up, so think about what you want, and when you get back... Renny and I will make sure everything's in place for you."
Pyrrha smiled down at Nora, finding herself increasing at ease with this arrangement. "You and Ren do good work," she complimented.
"I live to serve," Nora purred, glancing back at Pyrrha's pussy, "And on that note..."
"Get to work," Pyrrha grunted, parting her thighs for her bitch to attend to her. Yes, she knew that Nora wouldn't fail her, and when she got back from Argus, it would... it would be good to be the Goddess.
For Glynda Goodwitch, the world was a spinning wheel, a turning and turning motion that took discordant, chaotic fibers and bound them together into a purposeful thread, spooled and coiled and prepared to be made useful. Some saw the world of Remnant, with its shattered moon and teeming hordes of Grimm, and saw the inevitable triumph of Entropy. She saw the world as a holy task, a commission to bring and spread Order, through her role as instructor to those who needed to be shaped into a purposeful thread.
And she had two such tasks ahead of her right now. Two Huntress students had come to her for advice, wholly unaware how hard they made it for Glynda to maintain her usually dispassionate nature.
As a Maven of Order, Glynda knew she wasn't to let her basest feelings run wild, but with these two... it was difficult. Little Ruby Rose, so young, naive, and immature, only barely 18 (a single day younger and Glynda would have been able to veto Ozpin's bizarre insistence she be accepted to Beacon), should have been the perfect clay for Glynda to mold, and yet, she was so unruly. Always out seeking adventure and spreading detestable Chaos everywhere she went---which she had a lot of leeway to thanks to being named Team Leader by another of Ozpin's inexplicable decisions---as she neglected her duties as a student to go play superhero. Glynda knew she ought not detest such youthful exuberance, not when it could be tamed, but she found her time with Miss Rose to be very... frustrating. Particularly because of the reason she was here, and the girl at her side...
Joan Arc.
What was it about Joan Arc that so utterly captivated all around her, Glynda included?
She had a tomboyish look, with her short, messy blonde hair and her unflattering hoodie, one would almost think she would fit in with the rough and unrefined crowd that made up the student body. And yet... and yet there was something so utterly pure about her that made it impossible not to adore her. To find her blue eyes so enchanting that Glynda wondered if Joan was the "witch," ensorcelling all who beheld her. It was impossible not to notice her impact on the student body as well, with such disparate students as the 4-time Champion of the Mistralian Regionals and the daughters of both the SDC CEO and the Chieftain of Menagerie finding themselves inescapably drawn to her, all while seeming to be wholly oblivious to her own charms.
A proper Valean Princess by nature, if, perhaps, not birth (though the Arc family did claim some Royal descent...), Joan should be seated on a comfortable dais, attended by servants, a beacon of hope whose beauteous visage inspired all around her to strive to bask in her light. Oh, how Glynda longed to see her innocent face free of all worry and care as Glynda assured her she had nothing in the world to fear. To cherish her angel and dedicate her life to her loving service.
But instead, rather than being the loveliest jewel of Vale, Joan had been... seduced into the muck and grime of the world. She did not belong in a Huntress Academy! She could get hurt, or worse, lose some of her innocent charm as she became tainted by the world. And worst, worst of all...
"So you want advice about your... relationship?"
The both of them nodded, oblivious to the knife it put in Glynda's poor heart. Was there no worse girl Joan could give her heart to than this... urchin who couldn't possibly deserve her with her- her- her... uncouth and reckless ways! She was besmirching Joan's precious innocence, putting her in danger when the little ragamuffin didn't even understand the most basic facts of how to treat such a vision of loveliness! No wonder they were having relationship problems when Joan was tragically shackled to such ignorance.
But as Joan timidly spoke up, all of Glynda's anger just melted away in pure sympathy for the sweet girl. "Well, it's just that..." Joan murmured in her songbird's voice, "we're just... inexperienced with making things more... serious."
Blinking in surprise, Glynda refused to believe... but the meaning in her allusion was clear. Clear enough to make something curdle in her core as her mind began to comprehend that Joan was looking to... to become intimate with this ignorant little girl.
And yet, even as Glynda's initial reaction was one of naked hostility, her natural response to the thought of Joan's perfect body, much less her most sacred treasures, being... defiled by such a slip of a girl who couldn't even pretend to have the curves, much less experience, of a mature beauty, she tempered it. This was opportunity, and the fact that Ruby and Joan had, wisely, come to her for advice showed that they held an appropriate sense that she should rightfully be involved in such a thing.
So instead of scowling, a warm, compassionate smile broke across her face as Glynda began, with a soothing voice, to say, "It was very good of you two to come to me rather than doing anything risky. It can be very easy for inexperienced couples to accidentally create consequences, not only emotional, but even physical, that can linger for years, even after the relationship has passed."
And especially when the relationship shouldn't be happening in the first place, a voice inside Glynda mentally added.
Joan rubbed her neck awkwardly. On anyone else, it'd seem like an unrefined and coarse gesture, a sign of a pastoral upbringing, unbecoming of a Huntress, but with Joan... she was simply such an innocent that Glynda nearly swooned to see it. But she kept herself together, because Jaone opened her mouth and said the sweetest words she could even imagine.
"C-could you..." she stammered out, "Could you... show us?"
If Glynda didn't know any better, she'd have thought that Joan had gifted her this opportunity.
But she wasn't about to let the opportunity pass her by. She quickly led Joan and Ruby to her private quarters. She could feel some uncertainty in the two, but she didn't have the patience to take this slow---even her self-control had its limits. Leading them into her boudoir, she was more focused on keeping herself from shaking as she took her place on the bed and beckoned for her darling Joan to join her.
"Ms. Rose," she instructed, pointing to a nearby chair, "I want you to watch while I use Joan to demonstrate. I believe this will help provide for your education on this subject. And Ms. Arc, if you would undress for me, that would be most helpful."
Joan froze, and Glynda suddenly panicked, wondering if she overplayed her hand. If she'd squandered her opportunity, that would be-
"It's okay, Joan," Ruby timidly squeaked from on the chair, "I... I think this'll help us a lot."
Glynda almost felt a surge of gratitude for the foolish little chit, but she stayed her heart from feeling any warmth towards her. It would make the next step harder.
And besides... Joan was undressing for her.
Every part of Glynda knew that discipline was of foremost importance, to not give away her perverse and boundless lust before she had Joan wholly in her clutches, but it was a nigh-impossible challenge as she pulled her hoodie off and revealed the secrets her Beacon uniform did not hide.
Gods, she had a glorious figure, her breasts as large as Glynda's own, and it was a wretched shame that her hoodie did so much to conceal her figure. Once she was under Glynda's sway, she'd never wear any clothes that did anything to hide her magnificent bust. Wriggling out of her jeans, made Glynda struggle not to drool as she shucked her t-shirt and gave Glynda a magnificent view of her physical perfection, clad only in a pure white bra and panties. She blushed, adorably, as Glynda devoured her with her eyes.
"I'm not..." she murmured, her shame making Glynda's heart weep! "I'm not f-fat, am I?"
Who could- who would ever say such a thing? That filthy Schnee girl probably suggested it! Glynda would see the little slip of a girl, scarcely what anyone could call a woman, punished for her arrogance!
But Glynda kept her emotions hidden as she answered, "You should never feel ashamed of your body, Ms. Arc. You..." but then she found it impossible not to blush as she added, "You have a very fetching form. You have much to be proud of."
Joan blushed, a blush that turned an even deeper red as Ruby chimed in, "Didn't I tell you? You're beautiful, and you should love yourself as much as I do!"
Shut up, little girl, Glynda inwardly seethed. But she instead gestured to Joan and said, "But I need you fully undressed... so that Ms. Rose can get a good view of what to be looking for."
It was a hasty lie, but an effective one. Joan timidly unclasped the back of her bra, letting the straps fall of her shoulders but still holding it to her breasts, as though she were teasing Glynda with this tantalizing display of naive innocence, until-
Until she let her bra drop away and reveal her glorious breasts.
They weren't just largest breasts among her year, it was that they were so perfect, Such an expanse of creamy white flesh topped with two strawberry nipples that begged to be pinched and sucked on, all firm and proud, in defiance of all Glynda knew about gravity. Ah, what she would give to rest her head upon such perfect breasts and inhale their scent! But there was more, as Joan took both hands to pull down her panties and reveal... her holy of holies.
Glynda couldn't help but gasp in amazement. She had never thought that labia could be so beautiful, her puffy pink lips begging to be kissed, her folds so perfectly framing her darling little button, and her tangled thatch of blonde pubic hair---ah, Glynda would enjoy trimming and tending to her little garden patch---suggested the untamed, virgin wilderness that Glynda was about to explore.
But she had to keep her focus!
"Ms. Arc," she began, forcing her voice to sound no different than if she was giving instructions in combat class, "If you could take your place on my lap."
Joan's eyes went wide, but her girlfriend gave her an encouraging nod as Glynda felt her pussy gush in anticipation as the busty ingenue of her dreams nervously planted her gloriously soft and full ass directly upon Glynda's lap.
She very nearly came on the spot.
But she had work to do.
"Ms. Rose," she began, "I believe you have some experience with Ms. Arc's naked form. I take it that you've pleasured one anoth-"
"N-nothing more than kissing!" she blurted out in response, before blushing as red as her childish little cape. "A-and we've done some cuddling while... n-naked."
"I'm the big spoon," Joan whimpered, as though there was anything embarrassing in that. As though Ruby didn't know how lucky she was to have these glorious mounds of titflesh pushed into her back.
Speaking of...
She snaked her hands around Joan's slender waist, feeling her shift as her fingers made contact with her soft skin. She was a ticklish girl, but the best way to treat that was through experience.
"Her breasts," Glynda lectured as her hands rose to Joan's magnificent globes, "have surely drawn your sight already. You should begin any act of intercourse with foreplay, using various techniques to stimulate your lover and ensure proper lubrication through arousal."
Ruby attentively listened---far more attentively than she did in her combat class, though her wide silver eyes seemed mesmerized by how Glynda's fingers expertly squeezed and massaged Joan's heavy breasts. They were heaven itself, such perfect marshmallows to play with, but Glynda knew she had to keep up the charade a little longer.
"Her nipples are particularly sensitive. Watch how my fingers," she punctuated this remark by pinching Joan's nipples and making her moan, "generate considerable arousal. Do you follow my actions?"
"Y-yeah," Ruby said, practically panting as Glynda plied her girlfriend's body. She was leaning forward, her cheeks red, but her eyes wide and drinking in the sight of Glynda's superior talent making Joan cry out in arousal as she pinched and tugged and twisted as the beauty squirmed in Glynda's lap. It was hard to control her arousal, and the fact that little Ruby had to watch was making Glynda even hornier. But still, discipline must be maintained.
Keeping her tone as clinical as possible, she explained, "I will now move on to masturbating your partner. Watch closely..."
Spreading Joan's legs with her hands, she let one return to playing with Joan's breasts as the other reached down to trace her lips... and find them dripping with arousal. Joan's body was already learning the lesson of how much more an experienced woman could do than a silly little girl ever could.
"Keep watching," she commanded Ruby as her fingers spread Joan's pussy wide. Little bitch should be praising Glynda for her mercy to allow her to look upon Joan's sacred font, but Glynda would accept her wide-eyed wonderment as thanks enough. "As you can see, Ms. Arc is highly aroused. I believe you are as well, Ms. Rose?"
Ruby merely made a squeak in response, startled by what sounded like an allegation. But Glynda didn't give her a chance to defend herself as she gave her next instruction. "I recommend that you touch yourself while you watch. It will help your memory as well as give you more 'hands-on' experience."
And it makes me so hot to know you're touching yourself to the sight of me stealing your girlfriend away, Glynda mentally added. But Ruby had no idea of her teacher's sinister plans, and dutifully complied, sliding a hand into her skirt as Glynda smirked.
"This," she said, giving Joan's bean a little flick, "is the clitoris. It is highly sensitive and can be artfully plied to give your partner considerable pleasure."
Joan squealed her agreement as Glynda's skilled fingers masterfully teased her. It was clear that she was in a losing battle to retain her self control, and Glynda mercilessly pushed her advantage as Joan's thoughts became overheated with lust and pleasure, her eyes locked on her girlfriend's as she masturbated to the sight of it all. Glynda was subtly training her, showing Joan not only that true sexual pleasure came at her teacher's hand, but that she was looking down upon her girlfriend as her own hands artlessly fumbled under her skirt or to paw at her own breasts over her shirt. Nothing at all like Glynda's talented touch!
"And you can slide your fingers into her pussy and give her little itch a scratch," Glynda said, demonstrating how easily her fingers slipped right into Joan's wet pussy. Joan gave a loud, lusty moan as Glynda started frigging her, a sound echoed by Ruby. Telling Glynda it was time to step up the pressure.
"You enjoy this, don't you?" she whispered seductively.
Both girls panted and moaned in agreement.
"It's turning you on, Ms. Rose, watching me, another woman, play with your girlfriend..."
"Y-yeah," she panted in response, "O-oh, it's, mmmmm-" She bit her lip to try and contain herself.
"And you, Joan," she said, deliciously using Joan's first name, "You're enjoying everything my fingers can do for you..."
"D-don't stop!" she squealed, "O-oh, Maidens, don't stop!"
"Of course I won't stop," she cooed, "I just want you to admit that you're enjoying my skilled touch as much as Ms. Rose enjoys watching you succumb to my touch..."
"I am!" she cried, "I a-a-a-a-am!"
"Good girl," Glynda said, and with a twist, pushed Joan over the edge into her climax.
She howled, a powerful and animalistic cry, as she soaked Glynda's hand with her juices. In response, Glynda was forced to bite her own lip, hard, to keep from making a noise and reveal that she'd just cum as well, and worse... she wasn't able to, as she withdrew her hand from Joan's soaked slit, she just had to taste her on her fingers.
And gods, she was delicious! The tart tang of her juices enchanted Glynda in an instant and confirmed to her that she wasn't letting her darling little princess slip out of her grasp.
"Very good," she said to the gasping girl on her lap, "Now, let's continue this lesson and help you learn the deeper truths of pleasure..."
Joan was too exhausted by her orgasm---quite possibly her first---to object, and Ruby had a pleading look on her face that told Glynda she was just as enamored at what she'd witnessed. She wanted more, and Glynda was all too happy to provide.
Gently moving her angel aside, Glynda strode to her closet, artfully shedding her clothes as she did so. She'd dreamed of this day for so long, and it was all going so beautifully. It filled her heart with joy and set a fire within her loins as she knew her moment was at hand. Reaching into her closet, finding the box hidden in the back, she knew victory was already hers, a feeling she was more than familiar with from her tournament days. Seizing the object she was looking for, she took it in hand and turned to the girls who were already wrapped around her fingers.
"This, my dears," she said, affixing the belt around her waist, "is a strapon. A sex toy by which I can deliver far more penetration than my fingers could. Ms. Rose, please pay close attention as I bring Joan to new heights of pleasure."
In her dirtiest, most secret dreams, Glynda took Joan in every conceivable position. Particularly, she enjoyed imagining Joan bent over her desk, her bosom smushed against the hard wood as she moaned from every powerful thrust Glynda delivered. But for this, she wanted Ruby to watch, to watch and know that she could never equal Glynda's skill in this. And so she sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes locked on Ruby with her challenging intensity, and used a flick of her crop to help guide Joan back upright... and back onto her lap.
Though of course, this was not the placid seating of earlier.
Impaling Joan on her strapon, Glynda neither took heed of her cry, nor did she hold back as she lectured, "Observe, Ms. Rose, how your so-called girlfriend becomes completely overwhelmed by pleasure, and tell me, do you think you could provide this for her?"
"Wh-what?" she stammered, eyes flashing in surprise.
But Glynda already had the upper hand, mauling Joan's tits as she barked, "Tell me! Do you think an inexperienced little girl like you could ever compare to my skill at making Joan cum?"
"I- I- I could..." her voice lost its strength as Joan squealed, her beautiful voice twisted up in such overwhelming pleasure, Glynda wondered if she even noticed her girlfriend's dismay.
"You barely even have tits," Glynda snapped at her, "Compared to me, how could you possibly satisfy Joan? You have no talents, no experience, and nothing to speak of in terms of your body, you're just a worthless little girl!"
"J-just a... w-worthless little girl..." Ruby echoed, her mind overwhelmed by dismay and the recognition of her inferiority.
"That's right," Glynda cooed as Joan moaned as she climaxed yet again on Glynda's strapon, "But just because you're not enough to satisfy Joan doesn't mean you have nothing to offer her..."
Her silver eyes suddenly sparked with hope, giving Glynda the warm glow of magnanimity as she continued, "Yes... just watch and learn, memorize the sight of your girlfriend's pleasure and know..." she pinched Joan's nipple with her fingers, making the beauty squeal from a new assault of pleasure, "Know that if you're a good girl and do everything I say, if you learn to be the obedient and attentive Huntress I know you can be... then perhaps I'll let you worship Joan's lovely breasts with your tongue!"
Ruby moaned in undisguised lust as Glynda bounced Joan on her hips, giving her heavenly tits a bounce to melt all resistance.
"And if you show you can be the most dutiful and studious of all my students," Glynda added, dangling hope over the foolish girl, "...I'll even let you lick her pussy!"
Ruby couldn't hold back. The offer was enough to make her cum right there, her low, lusty moans mingling with Joan's high, clear cries of another climax. Glynda joined them, throwing her head back in victorious glee as she came again before wrapping her arms tight around her beloved Princess, pressing her breasts into her back as Joan couldn't do more than lean back into Glynda's loving embrace. Mmmmmm, she'd have a special lesson for her later, not just on the duties of a Princess, but also taking a comb to her messy blonde hair. But for now, all Glynda wanted to do was shower her beloved in kisses as little Ruby could only masturbate at her own powerlessness.
And Glynda savored that victory.
Having a girlfriend was not something Weiss expected would come from her time at Beacon, but, like most things at Beacon, the unexpected had become the most important thing from her time at the Academy. Ruby was... was Weiss's everything. The two of them had faced so much in their first year, and Ruby had, in spite of her youth and naivety, opened Weiss's eyes to her own ignorance. They had both grown so much together that when Ruby had asked Weiss out, it had felt so natural and obvious to just say yes.
The two of them continued to grow together from there, as partners, as girlfriends, as... lovers (though Weiss still couldn't think about that without blushing), and Weiss discovered how much better Beacon was with another at her side. Like right now, the two of them were in their workout clothes and heading to the gym, looking forward to a fun day together of training to become the best Huntresses they could be!
Weiss and Ruby had started favoring late night workouts, not only because it felt good to work up a sweat and take a hot shower before bed (and sometimes, in the showers... but Weiss certainly couldn't think that without blushing furiously), but because they'd become something of local celebrities. All of Team RWBY had---from their first year thwarting the machinations of Roman Torchwick as he plotted against the Vytal Festival and to countless more adventures---but Weiss, as the SDC Heiress who had become an outspoken voice for Faunus rights and Ruby, the leader of a world-famous team, had it particularly bad. So as they laughed and joked about something from earlier in the day during Peach's class and entered the gym, they were caught totally unprepared for what they saw.
Because there was one thing Weiss had discovered about her girlfriend and herself over the course of their relationship:
They both had a major fetish for big muscles.
And right now, they were coming into the gym as another couple, the very ones who had awakened Weiss and Ruby's fetish in the first place, were heading to the weights.
"Oh, hey, Ruby, Weiss!" Jaune cried out, wearing only a sleeveless t-shirt and gym shorts that, unlike his usual hoodie and jeans combo, did nothing to hide the guns that Ruby salivated over, "Wanna work out with us?"
"We could call it a double date!" Pyrrha chirped, wholly unaware that this was Weiss's personal sexual fantasy, something that, quite literally, Ruby would describe to her as she fingered her. "You're watching Pyrrha lift weights," she'd say, her fingers dancing over her clit, "She's straining so hard, her muscles taut as she pumps up and down, you can see her abs tense in perfect definition..."
It was the sort of scenario where Weiss should immediately and politely decline Pyrrha's offer, but instead of doing anything sensible, she just cried out, "We can spot you!" like a lunatic.
Not that Jaune or Pyrrha noticed anything odd about the two requesting that. They were utterly oblivious to the effect their bodies had on poor girls who'd only just discovered sex. They were all too happy to agree, and Weiss had to stifle a whimper as Pyrrha took her seat on the bench before her, ready for a hot, sweaty workout.
Pyrrha was wearing only gym shorts and a sports bra, her abs on full, glorious display as the single most perfect six pack Weiss had ever seen. Weiss loved Ruby, loved her dearly, but she knew her girlfriend was struggling with her own temptations at the sight of Jaune's body doing squat lifts. They had mutually masturbated to a fantasy of these two, they had a tacit understanding that they were girlfriends, that they loved and supported and cherished each other above all others, but when it came to their sex lives, they were very open to the possibility of bringing someone else in.
How could they not? Watching Pyrrha begin to pump iron, seeing how the muscles in her arms became taut as they strained in such glorious exertion, made Weiss marvel to see such a specimen of ideal womanhood. Pyrrha was the absolute peak of human ability, an artist of athletic ability, and seeing her raw, physical power up close was enough to make Weiss suppress a moan.
A glance to her partner showed Weiss that Ruby wasn't faring much better. She was cheering on Jaune in that Rubyish way that made Weiss love her, but her eyes were as locked on Jaune's body as he benched a number Weiss thought only Nora would try. Weiss preferred Pyrrha's look of taut strength, but she had to admit that Jaune's burly frame did something for her as well. She would have never been so disdainful towards Jaune if he had looked like this when he came to Beacon! Dropping the "scraggly" to become tall, blond, and built was almost enough to make Weiss's eye stray from Pyrrha... but seeing Pyrrha's triceps strain with the weight she was lifting brought her attention right back.
"Y-you're doing great!" Weiss said, her encouragement feeling so... so feeble, as though she had a right to comment on Pyrrha's ability. "You're, um, you're really crushing these reps!"
"Yeah," Pyrrha grunted as she kept on pumping iron, "and you're not doing too bad yourself."
Weiss blinked in surprise. "I'm- I'm not... I don't know what you mean?" she lamely replied.
"Hiding that you've been checking me out," Pyrrha said with a sudden smile.
Weiss's eyes went wide, her heart leapt to her throat, her mouth opened to deny it, but no words came as-
"It's okay," Pyrrha said with a laugh, still keeping up her reps as though they were hardly even a distraction, "I'm flattered, really, and more so... I've seen how you and Ruby have been looking at Jaune..."
Still in a daze, adrenaline tingling in her mind, Weiss vaguely tried to say something in response, venturing, "He's... he's gotten much..."
"Buffer?" Pyrrha asked with a grin, "I know. Took a lot of hard work to get him into shape, and now... now even you're drooling over him."
Weiss turned bright red, her face suddenly feeling hot. "Oh, n-no!" she stammered, "I'd never- Ruby and I are very happy together and I'd never-"
"And what if I was suggesting something else?" Pyrrha said, her grin growing wider as she finished her reps and gently set the bar back on the frame. "What if watching you two check us out," she punctuated her remark by flexing her muscles as she sat up, making Weiss gasp in naked arousal, "got me really excited? For a different kind of workout?"
"You can't..." Weiss muttered, dumbly, as though Pyrrha Nikos would do something so crass as to tease her, "You can't possibly..."
"Jaune?" Pyrrha said sweetly, glancing at her boyfriend and Weiss's trembling girlfriend, "It seems like we've worked up a real sweat... how about we hit the showers?"
Jaune was about to say something, perhaps to the effect of "What?" but Pyrrha cut him off.
"These poor girls have been stuck watching us work up such a sweat, and I think we really ought to cool off, if you get my drift."
He clearly did not. "What?" he began to ask before Ruby cut in with a too-quick, "W-would you want help with that?" before she realized what she said, and froze, her face as red as her cape and making Weiss cringe... because she was vividly imagining helping this Adonis and Atalanta remove every last drop of sweat from their glorious forms.
Now Jaune was really about to say something, but he was way too stunned to get it out before Pyrrha clapped her hands in glee and said, "That sounds like a wonderful suggestion! Weiss, would you mind attending to me in the shower while your girlfriend attends to Jaune?"
Weiss wasn't able to do more than nod to that, literally drooling at the thought.
"So we're decided!" Pyrrha said, gleefully.
Convincing Jaune to let Weiss's cute little girlfriend "clean him up," with both of their girlfriend's enthusiastic permission, was not a hard sell. Weiss wasn't sure exactly what Pyrrha said to convince him, or if she said anything, because Weiss was very, very distracted by the opportunity that was now in front of her.
The opportunity to... to lather Pyrrha up, run her hands over every inch of her body until she was squeaky clean was too good to be true. She practically floated on a cloud as Pyrrha led her to their destination, following behind like a puppy into the showers. Fortunately, they could be confident they wouldn't be interrupted. Not just for Ruby being in the men's shower, but for what Weiss was hoping they'd be doing... she very much wanted privacy!
In the locker room, Pyrrha turned towards Weiss and slowly began to disrobe. First, she grabbed her sports bra and teasingly, tauntingly drew it up the swell of her breasts, inch by inch... until they just popped out, making Weiss's eyes go wide. Gods, they were... they were perfect. Two soft mounds rising up above her rock-hard abs, topped with a soft brown nipple... Weiss moaned as Pyrrha bent over, showing off how her breasts hung beneath her as she pulled down her gym shorts and panties. Weiss could only stare at the gloriously nude Mistralian that had dominated her sexual fantasies as she smiled and asked, "Aren't you going to get undressed, too?"
Weiss's clothes were off in a flash. She glanced down at her own body, so... small next to Pyrrha's towering, Amazonian physique. Unworthy to even look upon her, much less, as Pyrrha led her into the shower, and the more she was surely leading her towards. As Pyrrha turned on the water, the hiss of the hot spray jolting Weiss back to attentiveness as Pyrrha stretched her body, driving Weiss crazy as she gestured to her abs with a grin. "Well?" she asked, "I thought you were here to clean me up..."
She didn't need more instruction. Pressing her face against Pyrrha's abs, feeling the sheen of sweat against her skin, Weiss extended her tongue and ran it up the length of Pyrrha's six pack. She counted each ridge of muscle beneath her tongue, the taut cords of physical strength so close and so... so... magnificent. The salty taste of Pyrrha's sweat would have been unpleasant except it was Pyrrha's, and Weiss had never tasted anything more glorious as she greedily licked her clean. It was heaven itself, particularly as Pyrrha roughly grabbed the little submissive and started directing her on where her tongue could best be used.
Until it got even better.
In a move just out of her fantasies, Pyrrha suddenly grabbed Weiss by her armpits and hoisted her up like she was nothing, pinning the slender girl against the tile wall of the shower, her heart beating a mile a minute. Pyrrha was taller than Weiss by a good margin, but she never realized how much taller she was until her legs dangled uselessly beneath her as Pyrrha's grinning face stared back at her at eye level. Weiss felt so... so small and weak before Pyrrha's superior strength and it took all her composure not to squirm under her touch.
"You know..." Pyrrha began, "I used to be so jealous of you. Knowing my boyfriend always carried a torch for you, comparing myself to you, how slender and dainty you were..."
"I- I'm nothing!" Weiss whined, feeling Pyrrha's powerful grip hold her in place, "N-nobody would choose me over you! A w-warrior goddess who could, oh, you could crush me like a bug if you wished!"
Pyrrha's smile grew wider. "Oh? I could crush you? Do you want to get between my thighs and feel how easy that would be."
Weiss's eyes rolled as she moaned in pleasure, just imagining what Pyrrha could do to her. Particularly as Pyrrha pushed her against the wall harder and whispered, "You want that? Beg me for it."
Nothing could have loosened Weiss's tongue faster. Within seconds she was babbling, "Oh please, please Mistress, l-let this worm s-service you! I d-don't deserve anything from you, but please, oh please, Mistress, I'll do anything if you just... let me kneel between your thighs and worship your body, pleeeeeeeease!"
It seemed Pyrrha hadn't been expecting how quickly Weiss would turn to debasing herself. But her surprise quickly faded, replaced with a predatory gleam in her eye. "Anything?" she asked, "You know, you're asking me to cheat on my boyfriend... it's only fair if you 'service' him as well..."
But Weiss didn't even hesitate to answer. "A-absolutely, Mistress! I would- I would love to w-worship his body! T-to worship both of you as R-Ruby and I bask in your magnificence!"
Pyrrha might not have realized it, her view of Weiss still heavily colored by their first year, but Weiss's opinion on Jaune had changed enormously. As their relationship stopped being about awkward attempts to ask her out, thanks to Pyrrha's influence, and Weiss's relationship with Ruby opening her eyes to the fun side of things, Weiss had come to realize that Jaune was a valued friend... and also, really hot. Weiss definitely preferred Pyrrha, but she saw where her girlfriend was coming from when she went gaga for Jaune's guns.
Letting her and Ruby attend to both of Beacon's most chiseled and statuesque Huntsmen was a dream come true, even on top of having Pyrrha bully her in the shower. As she felt Pyrrha lower her down the wall, it didn't take a moment before Weiss sprang forward to bury her face in Pyrrha's muff and start licking!
The taste of Pyrrha's sweat was rich, and Weiss could easily inhale her scent with the shower having been more for setting than for washing the sweat off. She savored the salty tang of her sweat and juices as she worshiped Pyrrha's pussy with all the skills she'd developed on Ruby. As much as she adored Pyrrha's taste, she knew she had to give it her all, artfully flicking and manipulating Pyrrha's clit while she mixed in plunging her tongue into her folds.
The best part was... Weiss could feel Pyrrha's muscular thighs squeeze the sides of her skull so tightly, making her so aware of how powerful the Invincible Girl was and how... how small and insignificant she was! None of her money mattered here, none of her years at finishing school, not her family name, the only thing that mattered was how skilled her tongue was! She was just a pussy-licker, and as Pyrrha pushed her face even further into her pussy, grinding it on Weiss's face like the heiress of the SDC was nothing more than a sex toy!
Weiss didn't even think about breathing, more than content to suffocate herself on Pyrrha's snatch, just focusing on being a good pussy-slut and getting her flame-haired Goddess off! As Pyrrha pushed her deeper and deeper in, as she began to groan and quake with coiled power, Weiss simply licked faster and faster until she finally heard the sound she was waiting for, a wild, primal shriek of "OH FUCK, WEISS!"
And she was blessed with Pyrrha's delicious cum, tasting her juices as they sparkled on her tongue. Finally being able to breathe, she toppled backwards on the floor of the shower, a cum-splattered mess of a girl who was lucky beyond her wildest dreams. Giggling absentmindedly, she swirled her tongue around her lips, still tasting Pyrrha upon her, as Weiss struggled to maintain consciousness, being so awash in adoration, Pyrrha's taste still ringing on her lips.
Pyrrha just smiled down on her. "Wow, you really do have a thing for muscles, don't you?"
Weiss could only mindlessly giggle her reply.
She was so woozy on her feet, Pyrrha had to carry her out of the shower. Wrapped in Pyrrha's strong, muscular arms, feeling her pythons only gently strain to carry her weight, Weiss was lost in bliss. From the looks of things, as Jaune brought Ruby out of the men's shower, equally needing to be carried by her hunk, they'd both been put through the wringer! She'd have made a comment, but Weiss was simply too far gone to really say anything.
Jaune and Pyrrha brought the pair back to their dorm room. If anyone saw them, Weiss didn't know, far more preoccupied by the feeling of just... floating on a cloud of Pyrrha's raw physical strength. Thinking of how Pyrrha's muscular arms must have only barely needed to tense to heft her entire body, such a slight burden for her mighty goddess...
Weiss really only realized she wasn't being carried anymore until after Pyrrha set her down on the bed, right next to where Jaune set down Ruby. Looking over at her girlfriend, Weiss couldn't help but giggle. She just looked so... so utterly wrecked, and Weiss was sure she looked the same.
"Jaune..." Ruby tittered, "Jaune's cock is sooooo big..."
"Pyrrha pinned me to the wall..." Weiss murmured in agreement, both girls feeling their eyes flutter as they imagined what their partner went through.
"I always knew Weiss had a thing for you," Jaune chuckled, "But I had no idea about Ruby..."
Pyrrha shot her boyfriend a raised eyebrow. "Oh? You didn't pick up on a girl's feelings for you? You don't say!"
Jaune just blushed from the reminder of his... awkward romantic history between the women in the room. But he rallied quickly. "So," he asked, in that gentle, compassionate, wonderfully sweet way of his, "is there anything else you girls need to-"
"Pyrrha!" Ruby gasped out, suddenly sitting up and making Weiss raise an eyebrow in surprise. Well, she couldn't blame her partner for wanting to try what her girlfriend had received between those thick and powerful thighs, and... and if they were going to switch up, the thought of feeling that... that masculine power brought down upon- "Pyrrha and Jaune, I wanna- wanna see... the both of you..."
That was even- even more than Weiss was imagining! Her head was still swimming from what Pyrrha had done to her in the showers, but the thought of watching Pyrrha's tight glutes as she rode Jaune like a stallion, or just seeing Jaune's pecs rippling as he took Pyrrha from behind, or Jaune's lats as he thrust into her, or- or- or- or-
"Oh Jaune," Pyrrha laughed, high and cheerful, "I think we might break these poor girls if we gave them a show, but..." her voice suddenly turned low and seductive, "Wouldn't it be hot? Making two sexy girls lose their minds to how hot and built you are?"
Jaune shook his head, but with a smile on his face. "Maidens, Pyr," he laughed, "You're crazy, but... but you're absolutely the best girlfriend ever."
"I know I am," Pyrrha said, "but let's give them a good show, though I don't think Yang would be happy if we used her bed..."
"Y-you can use mine!" Weiss squeaked, moving to vacate the mattress to do anything to better assist these titans.
But Pyrrha shook her head. "No, no," she said as she pulled off her sports bra to give Weiss, for the second time today, the sight of Pyrrha's glorious tits popping free from their restraints, "I want you to see how physical Jaune and I can get..."
With that, she yanked Jaune's gym shorts down, revealing that Ruby had not been exaggerating when she had woozily described it to Weiss. It was big, a long, thick shaft that made Weiss's mouth go dry as Pyrrha athletically sprang forward into Jaune's arms, her naked body gracefully descending as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and guided her pussy down to his potent rod.
"Ohhhhh gaaaaaawwwwds," Ruby moaned, silver eyes rolling as they heard Pyrrha's gasp of pleasure, and Jaune's sharp grunt as he felt Pyrrha's kegels grasp and squeeze his shaft. But in a moment, he was thrusting upwards, his hips bucking and bouncing Pyrrha as the poor girls stuck watching on the bed marveled at how... how they could see every muscle in their bodies tense and flex, rising up in perfect definition as they drove Weiss and Ruby crazy! It was- it was all too much, just too much!
Weiss only realized that she was holding Ruby's hand, their fingers gently interlaced as Ruby gave her a comforting squeeze as Weiss did the same. They... they sure were a couple of pervy girls, weren't they? Absolutely everything Weiss thought she was not when she arrived at Beacon, but now, she and her girlfriend were marveling in erotic delight at the sight of their crushes put on a show of raw physical power and sexual dominance that made them both so wet that- that-
Playfully guiding their hands over to Ruby's waist, Weiss began to rub Ruby's hot little clit, clearly engorged from the sight of Pyrrha throwing her head back with a howl of glee as Jaune turned, letting the girls see their tightly focused bodies from a new angle. Ruby slipped her hand out of Weiss's and let her fingers transfer over to Weiss's pussy to give it the attention she needed. Fingering each other as they watched another couple have sex... the stuck-up heiress who'd first arrived at Beacon couldn't possibly have imagined this would be something she'd love this much!
Weiss's fingers were as deep in Ruby's pussy as Ruby's fingers were in her. They just watched, masturbating each other, as the two sexiest people they knew entwined their muscular bodies, seeing Jaune's back ripple as he powerfully thrust into Pyrrha's pussy. Weiss made a soft moan as she saw Pyrrha's face twist in such erotic rapture that set off fireworks inside herself. She clenched around Ruby's fingers and felt the same in return on her probing digits, and oh, it was all so- so wonderful!
"Gods..." Ruby whined, struggling to contain herself at the... the undulations of their well-defined physiques! "Gods, Weiss, they're so- so- so..."
"So sexy..." Weiss finished with a pleasant sigh. She could feel her climax cresting beneath her, not overtaking her all at once, but rather, a slow, graceful rise that lifted her up, Ruby's delicate little fingers so artfully plundering her slit as Weiss opened her mouth in a glorious crescendo of pleasure.
Ruby soon joined her, though her climax was harder and faster, her pussy clenching hard as it soaked Weiss's hand, her voice rising up in a sudden squeal of glee. But both of them slumped backwards onto the bed, caught in the post-climactic bliss of the wonderful reality of living the sexiest of all possible worlds. Weiss's hand slipped back into Ruby's, the both of their fingers well-slicked with cum, as they heard the groan of Jaune's orgasm, no doubt flooding Pyrrha with his seed.
Gods... couldn't- she couldn't... 'magine...
"Mmmm... I think our cute little voyeurs enjoyed that..." Pyrrha said with a giggle, rousing Weiss out of her daze.
"We did..." Weiss simply moaned, "We so... oh thank you, Mistress..."
She felt a comforting hand placed on her shoulder and then a soft kiss on her cheek, leaving Weiss floating on clouds of happiness and pleasure.
"You two are welcome to join us anytime," she heard Jaune say, his words answered by a pleasant murmur from Ruby.
"You're just so adorable when you're horny!"
Mmmmm... they were. They absolutely were. They were Jaune and Pyrrha's horny little playthings, anything they wanted at all, just so long as they let them watch... and maybe... maybe let Weiss's tongue feel the rise of every taut muscle in-
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"
The one thing that could snatch Weiss away from her clouds of happiness was the voice of Yang, bursting into their room like a total jerk! Why did she have to- Weiss shot up, her eyes narrowing in fury as the rest of Team RWBY interrupted what was literally the happiest moment in Weiss's life.
"Not cool you two, not cool," Yang said, shaking her head as Jaune and Pyrrha snapped to trying to cover their nakedness before these invaders.
"Masturbating to the sight of another couple having sex?" Blake said in an extremely judgy tone, "That's supposed to be our thing!"
"You can't expect to do wild sex stuff like this without thinking about how the two of us have to top it!" Yang said, jabbing an accusatory finger at her before turning to Blake. "You think Sun and Neptune might be down for something nuts?"
"Always," Blake scowled. "Something that'll remind these two princesses that we're the pervy ones in Team RWBY!"
As always, Jaune followed Ren's advice, even when he really didn't want to.
What could he say? Back in their Beacon days, he'd learned the hard way that Ren knew what he was talking about. Especially when it came to matters of Jaune's pride, which, even after he'd had to admit to the rest of JNPR that he was a fraud who had no right to be there, still had a habit of showing up and driving Jaune to make some bad decisions. As he disembarked from the shuttle and set foot on Beacon's campus for what felt like the first time in a lifetime, Jaune could feel all those memories coming back to him. Ren teaching him how to master aura beneath the little copse of trees, him telling Nora that she absolutely could not "jack herself into the transformer" even if that was how her Semblance worked, Paris's jaw hanging open as he saw Jaune stride, confidently, into the dance as he rocked his white dress... yeah, it was all coming back.
But not all of it was pleasant. Nostalgia had a way of cloaking what he knew was bad news, and even though Ren had told him there was nothing wrong with hearing them out, even though Ren had a point that his conspiracy did protect the people of Remnant, Jaune was wary of what the Old Man had planned. Jaune didn't trust him---not as distrustful as Raven was, with all that ugly business, but he still wasn't inclined to give him the benefit of the doubt.
His Deputy, on the other hand...
"Ms. Goodwitch," he said with a courteous nod as the prim-and-proper Deputy Headmistress strode up to him, heels clicking against the path as she strode forward with absolute purpose. She was only junior faculty when Jaune had been a student, and she'd been his saving grace as a Huntsman. Saved him from expulsion, and while she'd never formally called it in, he definitely knew he owed her. Though that could be dangerous business.
"It's good to see you again, Jaune. But I'll get to business," she said, her voice showing only a brief moment of warmth, but that was a lot when it came to Glynda, "As you know, we have a job offer for you."
"Tutoring, yeah," he said. When he'd brought it up with his old team, Ren hadn't seen what the problem might be. Tutoring jobs paid good money for low risk, and Paris had joked that it'd better serve Jaune's real talents---which Nora had, of course, taken as an opportunity to gravely nod and add, "Seducing moms."
He had done one mission in Mantle with Nora that had just been babysitting some kids and easing some of the locals' fears, and yeah, he'd charmed a few trophy wives, guilty as charged, but his old teammates would never let him live it down.
"So what's the deal?" he asked the Deputy Headmistress, trying to stay focused. "Oz has the sense of humor to ask me to give a kid remedial help, but I don't think you'd offer this much lien unless you were making a serious offer and there's someone you really think could be a dynamo in the field."
"I assume you watch the news?" she dryly replied.
For a moment, Jaune had no response before her meaning clicked with the one student she could be referencing. "You... can't mean..."
Glynda just nodded.
"The Invincible Girl. You can't- you mean- I'd be training-"
"Her name is Pyrrha Nikos, Jaune," she said, "And yes, I believe you're the ideal option for-"
"For what?" he laughed, "She- I saw her at the Vytal, she is not someone I could teach! She might just be the best fighter alive and-"
Glynda cut him off, shaking her head. "I'm not asking you to teach her swordsmanship or combat tactics. I'm reaching out to you for your field expertise. Even Qrow agrees you're the best we have in fighting the Grimm, the truest task a Huntsman can undertake."
But Jaune was still uncertain with her meaning. "Teach her to..." he shook his head, "Alright, now you've really lost me. This girl's got a career ahead of her, there's no way she'd give up the tourney circuit, not after winning the Vytal. And I would tell her as much---she'd be much better off as a sport Huntress than in the field. Why are you-"
And then it hit him. Jaune wasn't one to be slow on the uptake, but there were some things he didn't like thinking about until they were staring him in the face.
"The Fall Maiden..." he mouthed, his voice a hollow echo of himself, "You need a candidate, and you want... you want her to be... the next Maiden..."
Glynda nodded. "And she will be. She's already given us her assent---and I can assure you, Jaune, she was given full awareness of what it entails---to take the powers from Amber once life support can no longer sustain her. Which is not far away---half a year at most, so we'll be giving her the Maidenhood once the summer is finished."
Jaune was silent. Maiden business... Jaune stayed out of that. Things had gotten ugly the last time he'd been involved with it. After Raven's defection and Summer's death, Ozpin had reached out to him to see about taking a roll akin to Qrow's, but he'd refused it---even as clearly desperate as he'd have to be to reach out to JNPR. Jaune had never trusted the Old Man's agenda, not when it came to his work with the other Headmasters, and things hadn't exactly ended well between his team and Oz's little conspiracy.
"You know I don't like getting tied up in this stuff," he finally and gruffly replied, "I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but I know how the Old Man works---he's hoping I'll get attached to her, to feel responsible for her, and then?" He shook his head. "I'll be on her protection detail. And neatly under his thumb."
For a moment, Glynda didn't respond. A quiet acknowledgement that he was right, and she wasn't going to try and deny it. Ozpin was a manipulator at heart, and if it hadn't been for Ren and Nora's very well founded distrust towards authority, Nora would have-
Jaune shook his head. Ugly memories. Ozpin had thought that Jaune would be the means to "bring them around," appealing to his sense of duty, patriotism, and even his more venal desire for glory to try to use him to get Nora to change her mind. It had disgusted Jaune that Ozpin thought he could be bought, and if it hadn't been for Paris pulling him away, he'd have punched the Professor right in the face.
He suddenly felt Glynda's hand on his upper arm, her eyes upon him with that look that carried all their shared history in one moment. And while Jaune might not trust Ozpin, he knew he couldn't walk away from Glynda. Because while his history with Ozpin was ugly, his history with Glynda...
"I know you have reason to be wary of the offer, but... it wasn't the Headmaster who thought to hire you," she said, drawing closer, the familiar scent of lilacs from her perfume wafting up to Jaune's nose, "She's one of my students. I want her to be safe where there is no safety, and I know you're the best I could ask for, so please, Jaune," her green eyes took on a pleading cast, reminding Jaune that beneath the sternness was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever known, "for me... for what we once shared, please, teach her. Help her."
He remembered the moonlit nights on the roof, learning the sword under her careful guidance. Her stern criticism of his ignorant technique slowly becoming more complimentary, until he managed to properly score a hit against her, being so close, and in her surprise, their lips meeting...
"Alright," he said, "I'll do it."
It had been a long, long time since Pyrrha had been tired like this.
She was, basically, at the top of her game, and nobody even came close. Really, in the Vytal Finals, Penny Polendina had managed to force Pyrrha to actually use her Semblance to its full effect... which effortlessly defeated the Atlesian once her metal swords were turned against her. That was as close as anyone had gotten to being a threat to her in years. She worked out, she fought training bots and sparred against her fellow students, but really, there wasn't much in the ring that could actually challenge her. But outside the ring...
Mosquitos, heat, somehow the cold, even though it was summer, mud, steep climbs up and downhill, and did she mention the mosquitos? She thought she knew mosquitos from her childhood in Argus, but Valean mosquitos, particularly in the marshes that Mr. Arc brought her to, were something else. They were relentless, enough to legitimately wear down her aura, and gave her serious reconsiderations about whether or not she really wanted to give up her career in climate-controlled arenas for this. But at the same time... she'd found a very good reason to stay.
Mr. Arc wasn't like any tutor Pyrrha had ever had before. She'd had quite a few, in every number of skills and combat techniques, whether it was her swordplay, aura management, her training, how to read an opponent's skills, or her public relations duties. They taught her in many different ways, some stern, some rhetorical, some warm. Later in her career, she found that it was hard to find anyone who didn't approach her without a sheen of flattery, but in all of her tutors, there was a sense that she was just the subject they imparted their knowledge, skills, or wisdom upon. A blank slate, only remarkable in how she might particularly use their skillset.
But Mr. Arc was different, because Mr. Arc didn't seem to see himself as a tutor. Not like any tutor she'd ever worked under before. He saw her as a person, an accomplished professional, almost... collegial as though he'd been assigned to cooperate with her and share his experiences rather than train her in the one combat skill she was admittedly deficient in. But he didn't have any judgment that she barely knew how to properly start a fire without dust or that her knowledge of picking out a campsite was purely theoretical and quickly fell to nothing at the first complexity. He would ask her what she thought, work her through her process, and when she came to realize her mistakes... it felt almost like she was the one spotting the flaw in her thinking, rather than being the one so ignorant that even obvious things needed to be thought through.
And at night... around the fire... Pyrrha felt something deep within her tighten and squirm as she thought about it, but he just... he was just so open and respectful, that Pyrrha had started to find him to be someone she could just open up to. He wasn't like any other man she'd ever met before, so... warm and caring. Mature, that was what he was. Everyone else in Pyrrha's life was just so... fake, not just her tutors, but her agent, all the fake friends who tried to latch on to her star, and especially her parents! They only cared about the prestige and the money her name brought in, it was why she was so willing to give up her career in the first place! But Mr. Arc wasn't like them, Mr. Arc actually cared about her, as a person, not just a trophy. He'd make a better-
Pyrrha blinked as realization dawned on her. That she had just thought, "He'd make a better father than her father," and secondly... that as soon as that thought came into her mind...
She suddenly felt a whole lot squirmier.
A pleasant warmth rose up in her cheeks as she glanced at the man currently cooking a simple meal---though making incredible use of some local Valean herbs he'd shown her how to find while in the field---and she suddenly felt a shortness of breath as she saw the look of concentration on his face. He was... he was a provider, an older, experienced man who could... could take care of her. Nurture her talents. Make her feel... appreciated. Cherished. Safe.
And Pyrrha could think of some other things he could do for her...
"Pyrrha?"
Startled from her extremely inappropriate thoughts, Pyrrha nearly jumped. "Wh-what?" she asked.
Mr. Arc just passed her a bowlful of stew. "I... was just letting you know dinner was ready. Something on your mind."
"Nothing!" she replied, far too quickly and far too loudly.
But Mr. Arc didn't press the matter. But of all the times to be struck by how attentive a man could be... Pyrrha felt mortified, opting to eat her stew without a word. She could feel Mr. Arc's eyes on her, and it brought forth even more embarrassment, but worse, Pyrrha had to endure how... nice it felt to have his eyes on her. Not just that he was concerned for her, but that he was simply looking at her. She wondered what it might feel like to feel his eyes on more of her-
She practically had to smack herself! What a- what an uncontrollably- what a disgraceful thing to think! She'd- she could never!
Mr. Arc, apparently unaware that he was the subject of Pyrrha's sudden state, started talking, bringing up details about what to expect for her future field work. Important stuff, thoughts on the duties and responsibilities of the Fall Maiden, things Pyrrha should probably be listening to. But right now, she was focusing on paying attention to her stew and keeping her thoughts closed from her handsome guardian.
And... and she was worried about other feelings that might spill out if she spoke too freely. Feelings about duty, about what it meant to be the Fall Maiden. She'd accepted it when offered because of course she accepted the new expectation placed upon her, but she knew it meant basically giving up her life! She'd justified it that she was always going to give up her life, whether to her sponsors and her career or now to the Headmaster's conspiracy, so it wasn't so much of a loss, but now that she'd gone out into the world and had a place where she could feel alive, she didn't want to-
And then... something dawned on her.
As Mr. Arc shared some thoughts on the Fall Maiden's security and escort, Pyrrha realized... he knew a lot about those responsibilities. He was an experienced Huntsman in the field, and while Mr. Branwen seemed like a nice man... maybe she could request Mr. Arc to be her handler? He'd be qualified, but... he probably wouldn't be inclined to be her escort, to be stuck babysitting her, unless... unless she could change his mind.
And a very bad idea came to Pyrrha. A very, very bad idea, but as she finished her meal and began to pack down for the night, the idea seemed more and more worth it, even as she could see everything wrong with it. And eventually, the wrongness of it all just made it so much more right. Which was a feeling Pyrrha was not used to, the sort of thing that was more Yang or Blake's wheelhouse, but as she glanced at Mr. Arc's figure in the firelight, the grizzled maturity and experience so clear on his face... yes, Pyrrha knew exactly what she'd be doing.
Sleep did not come easy on this mission.
And not in the usual way, too. Jaune was used to sleeping in rough country, keeping one eye open until the sun came up because of the density of Grimm present, or enduring blizzards and heat waves and every breed of mosquito that could be found on Sanus. In those conditions, even though sleep was hard to come by, Jaune could at least sleep untroubled, secure in the knowledge that his work saved lives and protected the people of Remnant.
But this mission... no, this wasn't like hunting down Grimm packs or clearing their nests. Not with it becoming clearer and clearer every day that Pyrrha was a bright young woman with an incredible future ahead of her that was all about to be swept away into obscurity and fear. She shouldn't have to be consigned to a life living in the shadow of Salem's threat, and if they were going to sentence her to that, she deserved more security than they were offering! He could see how gutted Qrow was by his failures with Amber, but it wasn't his failure. It was Ozpin's, it had been his decision that Amber wouldn't have a permanent escort to keep her profile low.
He ought to raise a complaint about it. He ought to raise hell about it, because it wasn't just a matter of security, but taking a girl and... condemning her to a life of loneliness. He ought to raise hell, except... he knew, he knew very well, that once he returned her to Beacon, he'd be pushed out of the loop. He was just tasked with training her for field operations. And that was all.
But... but he could think of such dour things later. Because tonight, for once, Jaune was finding sleep a lot easier than he was used to. He was dreaming, he knew he had to be dreaming, feeling the warmth of a woman in his arms. Someone... indistinct, not someone he could place. Maybe it was Bleu, his boyhood crush, or maybe he was feeling a bit naughty, his mind conjuring thoughts of Summer back at Beacon, and how short her skirts got as Raven and Tai grew closer, or maybe it was some amalgam of every woman his subconscious had developed an attraction towards. Maybe a bit of his memories of Glynda's shockingly wild appetites, though in his dreamy haze, he saw a flash of red hair that made him think of-
What he really shouldn't be thinking about. But... this was a dream. He didn't control his dreams, no one did, and it wasn't like he did something in real life. Just so long as nobody ever found out... mmmm... this was a very good dream, and Jaune felt almost like he could feel this mystery figure around his dick, a warm wetness that made him feel so good. He could just-
Hold on.
Jaune's eyes shot open; he bolted upright, and he discovered as he jerked back, that it wasn't just a dream he was feeling. In his bedroll, a familiar voice went Ow! as his knees knocked against her. And it was definitely a her, as he saw her face, her crimson hair, now visible with his bedroll kicked aside.
She didn't meet his eyes, her focus still locked on his cock as she resumed bobbing away, her lips impossibly soft and warm around his shaft. But- but still!
"Pyrrha?" he choked out, "P-Pyrrha, what the fuck are you-"
"You don't like it?" she asked, her voice practically quaking with innocence, "Because I really like-"
"Pyrrha!" he insistently cut her off, "You- you can't, it's not- this absolutely cannot-"
"Why not!" she shot back, her cheek still distractingly nuzzling his dick, "I- I'm an adult! And if I can choose to be the Fall Maiden, th-then why can't I choose to be with you? And..." she rubbed his cock with her cheek while she began to stroke it with her hand, "I think you like this. I think you like your sexy little protége rewarding you for being such a good man. You like that you don't have to keep yourself from checking out my tight little-"
"No- no!" Jaune cried out, pulling away from Pyrrha... and immediately feeling, of all things, a deep pang of regret.
He saw a look of surprise on her face that quickly curdled into a deep sense of shame as she realized her plan had backfired. And worse... panic seemed to overtake her.
"M-Mr. Arc, please, I'm sorry!" she quickly cut in, "I- I know I went too fast, I'm sorry, I d-didn't mean to offend you, please, please, don't turn me away!"
She was practically on the verge of tears, her facade as the confident seductress torn away in an instant as Jaune realized that he had a desperate teenage girl in his tent, someone frightened, inexperienced, and alone, who needed to be helped through this, not thrown out to dwell in the guilt he saw blooming across her cheeks.
"Pyrrha..." he said, softly, "This isn't appropriate. You're my student, and I... hell," he gave a weak laugh, "I'm old enough to be your father!"
But Pyrrha just gave him a timid look before adding. "I... What if I don't think that's... a problem? What if I... like that about you?"
Jaune only answered with wide eyed surprise as Pyrrha pressed her opportunity as he was too stunned to stop her.
"My whole life, I'm surrounded by people who want something from me. If they're not trying to profit off me, make me sign some sponsorship deal or make some tutor look good, they're just- they put me up on a pedestal and treat me like I'm some kind of trophy!" She threw up her hands in desperation. "Everyone my age sees me as some unapproachable goddess and everyone else sees me as some kind of pawn for them... everyone except you. You, Mr. Arc, you're the one person who cares about me the way I want someone to care about me, as- as a man and- and- and-"
Jaune was about to stop her. To keep her from saying what he could already hear forming on her lips, but he was a hair too slow, too surprised.
"As my Daddy," she said, her voice full of resolute determination as she bared her most secret desire to him. And as Jaune found his tongue too artless to manage a rebuttal, she pushed that determination and used her advantage. "Is that so wrong? I know you find me attractive, just like I find you attractive. And we're both adults, legally, and we're both single." She drew closer, beginning to leave a trail of kisses up Jaune's thigh as she continued. "If I'm about to become the Fall Maiden, then let me have one small happiness. Let me know that my, mmmm, Daddy loves his little girl, that he'll always keep her safe, and that she has n-nothing to fear..." she'd reached the base of his dick, upon which she delivered a trembling, nervous kiss, "so long as her Daddy is there to protect her."
She stopped there, her lips back to being almost on her cock as she looked up at him with pleading eyes, eyes that asked him... what do you say?
To which Jaune could only moan and say, "O-okay... I'll- I'll be your Daddy, Pyr-"
His voice was cut off as, with a sudden squeal of happiness, Pyrrha dove in, taking his cock all the way to the base as she resumed sucking him off with an ardor that left Jaune as speechless as he was when she first proposed this. Maybe it was fucked up and wrong, but fuck, Pyrrha's throat provided the sort of counter argument Jaune didn't know how to match. And fuck it all, if Oz was going to sentence her to the life of a Maiden, then fuck, she deserved something that made her happy! And the fuck Jaune was going to deny her that!
"Oh- oh fuck, Pyrrha," he gasped as her eager technique made him struggle not to unload into her, "You, oh, oh yeah, Pumpkin, you're doing- doing so good!"
He didn't know why he called her "Pumpkin." She had a sponsorship deal with one of those cereal companies or something, but from the way she picked up the pace as he said it, it was clear she loved the pet name. Jaune reached down to gently stroke her hair, to whisper encouragement, as his dirty, filthy girl cupped his balls in her hand and did everything she could to bring pleasure to her Daddy.
And Jaune, already on the back foot three or four times over, was not able to hold himself back. With a sudden, choking gasp, he cried out, "O-oh Pyr!" before he felt his cock jerk as he unloaded all he had right down her throat. It felt like she was going to wring him dry as Jaune deposited a thick load of his seed into her belly, an amount that reminded Jaune about how blue-balled he'd been, feeling it was inappropriate to "take care of himself" while minding a teenager, so much that Pyrrha, clearly as inexperienced with oral sex as she was with camping, struggled to manage it all. But as she pulled herself slowly off his dick and took a long breath of air, she clearly looked almost deliriously happy with his volume.
"Was that... all for me?" she asked, a faint, dizzy giggle in her voice.
"Yeah..." Jaune panted out, "It sure- sure was, darling."
"Thank you," she sighed as she slumped forward, taking her place beside him in the crook of his arm.
Jaune felt inhumanly exhausted, whether by the sheer taboo of what he'd done or if Pyrrha had found a way to drain the aura while she was draining his balls, but he felt like he was liable to pass out. Which, of course, was the time for Pyrrha to give him an impish look as she put an arm around his chest.
"C-can I sleep in your bed tonight... Daddy?" she asked, suddenly all innocence and gumdrops, even as he could see her tongue lick up a trickle of his seed still on her lips.
"Of course you can, Pumpkin," Jaune groaned as she snuggled in close to him, "Of course you can..."
It was their last night before their return to civilization. Or, what passed for civilization. A small, dusty town where Pyrrha would rendezvous with Mr. Branwen, who would escort her by Bullhead back to Beacon for some final training, taking over her protection detail from Mr. Arc.
It felt so strange to remind herself to think of him as "Mr. Arc" when, ever since that first night in his tent, he'd simply been "Daddy" in her mind.
But she also knew that that old plan wasn't going to happen anymore. She wasn't going to lose her Daddy. He would be coming with them, back to Beacon, to make an offer to the Headmaster that he take on her protection detail permanently. That he'd never leave her side, even when she had the Maiden powers. And so she'd never have to feel lost and alone, afraid of what might be out there. Even with all the threats against a Maiden, Pyrrha knew she could handle it.
But... the downside was, even if she wouldn't be leaving her Daddy's side, she had to go back, even if it was only a short while, to acting like he wasn't her Daddy. Which meant tonight was her last night before she had to go back to being---and dressing like---the Invincible Girl, in her armor and carefully-crafted look, instead of Daddy's precious little pumpkin, and Pyrrha couldn't lie: she wasn't looking forward to it.
Going back to a ponytail after she'd discovered how much she loved pigtails was going to be difficult. Her armor, at least, wouldn't feel unfamiliar---she still kept that on for when they were in the field---but she always kept the pigtails, enjoying the way they bounced in time to whatever silly pop song she was humming as they hiked across the terrain. At least the disguise wouldn't be too much of a burden, especially because it would give her a chance to visit a dress shop and get everything she could that was frilly and cute, big poofy skirts and princessy dresses, everything in pastel colors! She'd look so pretty in them, and she'd be sure to model them all for her Daddy.
She idly played with one of her pigtails, twirling it around one of her fingers as she thought about how fun that would be. It was crazy---she actually had something to look forward to in taking on the duties of the Maiden. Not just a duty she undertook for the good of all Remnant, she still had a future that wasn't just an endless war against the Grimm! How utterly-
"EEEP!" she squealed as she felt two strong, manly arms wrap around her waist, and then- tickle her mercilessly!
"Ahahaha!" she laughed uncontrollably, "Daddy- Daddy, stop! Stop! Stoppit!"
Tears streamed down her face as he refused, his fingers tickling her tummy without pause.
"A Maiden has to always keep her guard up!" he teased as Pyrrha squirmed ineffectively in his grasp. "Or I could be a fierce Grimm who's just going to gobble you up!" He punctuated that remark by peppering her neck with kisses.
"Daddy!" she stomped her foot, "You can't- no hickeys! Mr. Branwen will see them!"
He stopped tickling her. "What a responsible young lady I've raised," he murmured, giving her a kiss on the top of her head, "Are you looking forward to tomorrow, Pumpkin?"
"Yep!" Pyrrha responded with honest cheer. The need to go back to her usual persona was a little annoying, but it'd lead to her getting something she genuinely wanted for herself, a freedom she'd never thought she could have, and even if it'd be a big change for her, she was genuinely excited for what lay ahead of her. But also... she began to grind her butt against her Daddy's crotch as she whispered, "Though it does mean tonight's the last night we have for just ourselves..."
"Mmmmm..." he agreed, grinding back against her as his hands reached up to cup her tits, "We should make it special, shouldn't we?"
Pyrrha shivered under his touch. She was a world champion fighter, and yet, with his strong arms around her, she just felt like a little girl, so small and dainty, so dependent on her Daddy to protect her. Looking over her shoulder to meet his gaze, she gave him a shy smile and asked, "What... what can I do to make my Daddy happy?"
He smiled back. "Just be my perfect little angel."
"And your naughty little girl?" she playfully asked.
Giving her tits a strong squeeze, he replied, "Oh, I think you got that too, Pumpkin, that too."
With that, he spun her around and pushed her down to the ground. Pyrrha giggled as, in no time at all, he'd pulled her shirt off as she was working on her skirt. She didn't wear underwear in camp---they just got in the way. Fumbling with his belt, she managed to pull down his pants and reveal Daddy's big, hard dick, all for her!
Spreading her legs eagerly, Pyrrha squealed with excitement as he bore down on her. He seemed to loom so... massively above her, making her feel even more little as she wriggled in the dirt. And he was big, so big! She felt his cockhead press against her slutty little slit and it made her squeal.
"O-oh, Daddy!" she squeaked, "You're so- will it even fit?"
He gave her one of those reassuring smiles, so paternal and caring, that never failed to make Pyrrha's heart melt and her pussy gush. As he gave her a loving kiss on the forehead, he began to push in, deeper and deeper, his girth just- splitting her open!
"Oh, Daddy!" she moaned, "You're so- so big!"
With any of the boys who flocked around her, fighting for her attention, saying that would only be something said to salvage a sore ego. But with her Daddy, it was the truth. He was big and girthy and his cock squeezed into her tight little cunny, making her feel so filled! But it felt good, amazing, natural, as though her body had been built to take her Daddy's thick cock in her pussy. Especially because it made him feel good, too!
"Fuck, Pumpkin," he groaned, "Oh fuck, you're tight!"
"You like it, Daddy? You like fucking your little girl's tight pussy with your big, hard dick?"
He could only groan in response, making Pyrrha smirk. She loved dirty talk, loved playing up how wrong and taboo this was, because it made how right it felt seem even more right. He was her Daddy, he loved her, he'd always love her, and she made him feel so good!
"Daddy, oh, Daddy!" she moaned in feigned naivete, "I feel so- so strange w-when you t-touch me like this!"
"L-like what, Pumpkin?" he asked.
Pyrrha writhed on his dick, squeezing it with her pussy as he pounded her into the dirt. "M-my pussy felt so itchy before you helped me with your, mmmmm, your tool, b-but now I feel like- like I'm gonna burst if I can't- can't stop feeling this good!"
"That's good, baby," he told her, "M-means you're about to cum, s-so let's cum together, okay? Can you cum for Daddy?"
"Yesssssss," she sighed, her eyelashes fluttering, "Oh yes, Daddy, I can feel it! It feels so good, so good! M-make your- make your little girl cum!"
"Anything for you," he said, "A-anything for my little girl!"
She could feel the sudden hitch in his thrust, just as she could feel the climax swelling within her. Eagerness overcame her, a desire to feel her Daddy fill her up even more, to feel his seed within her. "Oh please," she begged, "Oh please, oh please, oh pleeeeeeeeeease OH FUCK YES!"
He erupted within her, and Pyrrha immediately felt the wave of her orgasm come crashing down all around her with an world-shattering force as she felt the sudden bloom of warmth from his seed flooding her pussy, her womb, her everything, all thick and creamy. It was incredible, and she clamped her thighs tight as she wrapped her legs around her Daddy, keeping him in her as she luxuriated in the feeling of fullness he gave her.
For a moment, they just remained like that, panting for air, feeling his weight upon her and the cool line of sweat on both their bodies. It was... it was good, like this. Whatever was ahead of her as she took up the mantle of the Fall Maiden, she knew that this, that he would also be there, and that meant... it was good.
Eventually, he had to withdraw from her pussy. The sun was sinking low and they had an early morning ahead of her, but still, he gave Pyrrha a loving kiss and a tight hug as he whispered, "I love you," into her ear, and she responded in kind.
Getting ready for bed, enjoying the feeling of his sticky seed oozing from inside of her---and not knowing how long it'd be until they were back in the field and she could have her Daddy again---Pyrrha gave her Daddy plenty of gentle, loving attention, and lots of kisses before the two of them settled in for bed together. Daddy insisted that they share a bedroll, to make sure she was warm and taken care of, and so she didn't have any scary dreams. As Pyrrha snuggled in tightly against him, feeling his strong arm curl around her, she felt like she had absolutely nothing to worry about. Not scary dreams, not the future, not anything.
For a moment, though, Pyrrha briefly wondered if her relationship had to be kept secret from everybody. Oh, there weren't many who'd understand (...maybe Blake) and there weren't many Pyrrha wanted to inform about what she had with her Daddy, but she briefly entertained a little fantasy of someone else beaming with pride as she told Pyrrha what a good little girl she was while Daddy had her bouncing on her lap. Biting her lip, she wondered if Ms. Goodwitch might actually have the kinky side Yang joked about, if she might ever consider making a happy family with them...
But that... that was silly, really. Just a fantasy. But a fun one, thinking about resting her head on Mommy's big boobs as she and Daddy told her how much they loved their little girl... just nestled in a familial cocoon of unconditional love...
And with that happy thought, Pyrrha let herself finally drift off to sleep.