The Temptation 020 (Patreon)

When her hand settled on his thigh, Jaune felt his heart rate spike. Much like the time in the mess hall, she took her time stroking up and down the material of his jeans, her nails scratching lightly from knee to crotch. This time there was no hiding his reaction to her. Her questing fingers quickly found the swell of his hardening length, pausing in surprise at the discovery. Her little gasp was swallowed by the sound of laughter erupting around them, her hand tensing around the bulging fabric.

There was a moment where her hand rested there, unsure how to proceed. As the seconds ticked by, her curiosity won out. Her thumb rubbed up and down his growing shaft, finding the ridge of his glans and focusing on it. Jaune shifted his hips, leaning back and allowing her better access, something she took immediately.

The sound of his zipper lowering was smothered by more laughter.

Her hands were shaking, he noticed. He couldn’t see her face in the dark, only the silhouette from the flashing of the screen. What expression was she making? Was it fear that made her hands tremble or excitement? Both?

With his zipper open, she quickly dove in and pulled his underwear down, exposing the base of his cock. Wrapping her nimble fingers around his girth, she pulled him free. This time her gasp wasn’t drowned out but thankfully, he was the only one that noticed.

There was a brief moment of hesitation as her hand ghosted along his dick, almost surprised. Jaune knew that this was without a doubt the first time Weiss had ever engaged in such an act, the prim and proper former heiress of a multi-billion lien dust company. She had always been a rebel, right down to how she used to wear her hair off center, a small rebellion against her strict upbringing. His cock throbbed eagerly within the smooth prison of her palm and fingers, growing larger still.

“It’s so big,” she whispered under her breath, Jaune only barely catching it.

Her touch was tentative, unsure. Lightly gripping his cock, she rubbed it back and forth awkwardly. She required guidance – something he was more than willing to provide. When he settled a hand over her own, she paused in fright. She went to pull away but he held her slender wrist steady. Wrapping his own fingers across her own, he tightened her hold, pulling her palm more firmly against his heated shaft.

“Like this,” he said lowly, instructing her.

He pulled her hand up and down his cock, shadowing her every move. When he felt like she had to the hang of it, he pulled away until it was just her palm gliding up and down. Pre-cum dripped from the tip and ran down over her hand, wetting her fingers and palm. At first she didn’t quest beyond the lip of his cock head, content to work his pole. Weiss was left handed and sitting beside him, so it felt different than what he had come to expect. Different and good; soon her hold tightened even more as she grew confident, pumping his shaft as it strained in her grasp.

Jaune kept his eyes glued on the screen but he didn’t comprehend any of what was happening. All that existed was the feeling of Weiss’ small hand working his cock, the beautiful girl giving her very first hand job. When her palm stroked further up along his sensitive glans, he hummed with appreciation. His cock flexed, begging for more, wetting her palm further. Weiss was more than happy to oblige, beginning to focus on the head. Whenever she rose to the top, she would swipe her palm over the blunt tip, an explosion of pleasure rushing through him on each pass.

She was a quick learner.

All the pent up lust he had been feeling threatened to boil over. How long had it been since he had shot his load? Too long. Heat knotted in his belly, slick and heavy. His balls tightened and pounded, fit to burst. It was going to be over quick, much quicker than usual. He had been blue balled far too many times.

He wanted to cum. He wanted to cum so bad it hurt.

As Weiss continued to eagerly stroke and pump his cock, he spotted a problem. There was no way he could hide such a mess if he cum here. His loads were typically quite large and after such a long period, Jaune knew this one would be very messy and very thick. How could he hide it?

His first thought was her mouth. Just the simple thought of it, of Weiss putting her mouth around his cock had his balls churning in anticipation. But while Oscar might not notice her jerking him off, there was no way the young boy would miss Weiss leaning over to suck him to completion. They would be caught in a second.

Was he really going to be denied again? He didn’t think he could survive it. He was already halfway mad with desire, this would tip the scales all the way.

He needed to wait.

It was the sweetest torture. Gritting his teeth, he allowed her to continue touching him for a little while longer before grabbing her hand. Her movements stilled at once, palm resting over the tip of his dick.

“Jaune?” she asked quietly.

“We should stop,” he replied, keeping his voice low.

There was a long drawn out silence from her as the bumbling protagonist on screen avoided another catastrophe by pure dumb luck. Laughter rose around them.

“Did I do something wrong?”

She sounded hurt, scared that she had somehow offended or disgusted him. He rubbed his thumb along her wrist soothingly, leaning in until his lips brushed the shell of her ear.

“Of course not,” she shivered as his breath tickled her. “You’re amazing, Weiss. It feels so good; too good. But if you keep going, I’m going to make a big mess.”

“Oh,” she uttered. Her palm clenched around his glans and he hissed in surprise. “It’s okay. I’ll catch it all.”

“What?”

“Trust me,” she then turned and pecked him on the lips, stealing his breath. He was rendered speechless, the lingering touch scorching his mouth. “That was my first kiss, o-okay? So just lean back and enjoy it.”

Her scent engulfed him utterly, stealing his senses. It was an alluring mix of floral and soft spice, settling within him and warming his lungs. Sensual and decadent, every waft had him reeling. He wanted to bury his nose in her neck and just inhale, to be filled with her completely.

Weiss knocked his hand away and it moved without resistance, settling back down on the arm rest as she resumed her stroking. Turning slightly so she was leaning into him, her other gloveless hand settled around him. It was dangerous but if Oscar noticed her leaning against him, he never showed any signs. He was completely devoted to the film, the crunch of popcorn from his direction signaling everything was good. Even if he did notice, it would just look like they were snuggling.

Her left hand pumped his steel hard shaft while her right hand twisted and tugged on his fat glans. The dual assault felt magnificent, her hands speeding up as she attempted to wring the semen from his balls. She was doing a great job of it. It wouldn’t be long now.

“Does it feel good?” she whispered breathlessly.

“So good,” he reassured her. Her hands moved even more desperately. “You’re gonna make me cum so hard, Weiss. Your hands are so good. You are so good.”

“Tell me when,” she ordered excitedly. “Tell me when it’s coming.”

Jaune’s balls rose in delight, primed and ready. He closed his eyes in bliss, throwing his head back against his chair. Swiveling his hips, he lightly thrust against her amazing hands once, twice and then with a hurried whisper, his cock throbbed and swelled in impending orgasm.

Just before the first shot, one of her hands darted away and then something soft settled around his heated flesh. Jaune swallowed his groans of ecstasy as his balls jumped and his dick spat heavy, thick streaks of cum inside one of her gloves. Her other hand continued to pump and milk his heaving shaft, Weiss panting softly as she siphoned the cum from his balls. Jaune sagged as the tension bled out of his muscles, blinded by the wave of pleasure that radiated out from his cock.

It felt like he’d cum his soul out.

On and on it went, his dick flexing and tensing as he fired his load. He didn’t think it would ever stop, nor did he want it to. But all good things must come to an end and eventually, his balls settled in contentment.

Even after he was done, Weiss continued to tug on his meat until she was absolutely certain he had finished. Squeezing out the very last drops by pinching her fingers together and pulling them up his length, she closed the end of her glove and pulled away.

Jaune fought to catch his breath, breathing in deeply as his cock bobbed and twitched. Despite cumming so hard and furious, he was still rock hard. That wasn’t so unusual for him. He was just glad that finally – finally – the edge had been taken off. He was energized but not in the same way as before, bursting at the seams. No longer restless, he felt whole and good. Better than good, he felt great.

He heard Weiss pop the top off her drink. He could only just make out what she was doing, upending the mouth of her glove into the container. There was something incredibly debauched about seeing her do something like that and he had to fight down the desire of his erection to bury itself inside her. As much as he would love to do that, now was not the time.

Tucking his cock back into his pants, he pulled the zipper up and then reached for his drink. His mouth felt dry, throat parched. The rest of the movie passed in a blur of sound and color. He couldn’t remember more than the bare minimum. What he did remember was the warmth of Weiss’ hand as it settled in his own, her fingers laced with his.

“I score that nine out of ten,” Oscar said as they exited the cinema sometime later. He had a hop in his step, lips still stretched in a smile. He was in a good mood. Perhaps the best mood Jaune had ever seen him in. That wasn’t a surprise; ever since he’d met Oscar, it had been all magic, fighting, Grimm and saving the world. The kid must have been stressed. “What did you guys think?”

“It was pretty funny,” Jaune said for lack of anything better to say. Weiss gave him an amused smirk. Now that he could see her face properly, her flushed cheeks were on bold display. It enhanced her beauty, a youthful glow of a woman full of desire. “I had a good time.”

That wasn’t a lie. He’d had the best time of anyone in that theater. Unless there was another lucky couple getting it on that he hadn’t taken notice of.

“I think I like comedies,” Weiss revealed. “We should do this again sometime.”

If Oscar noticed Weiss’ bare arms, he didn’t comment on it. Her gloves were tucked away in one of her satchels hanging around her waist, hidden from prying eyes. He rather liked the look, her fair skin on display. It made him want to reach out and run his fingers up and down her arms, to caress and tease her until she trembled. He wanted to see more of her.

The night was still young and so they decided to grab a bite to eat. The election was still in full swing, though when they saw the divide between the two leading candidates it was a lot closer than any of them thought possible. Robyn Hill was in the lead – but right on her tail was Jacques Schnee. Less than five percent separated them. Whatever good mood Weiss had enjoyed evaporated as she watched him close the gap even further.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered, scowling at the monitor they were watching. Her burger sat untouched. “How is he doing it?”

Jaune stared with dread as the number ticked over again, and then again, and then again. He was less than two percent behind. None of them had seriously thought the man could pull it off. He had entered so late in the game and had practically scorched the earth with his opening speech. How could anyone in Mantle vote for him? Atlas, Jaune could grudgingly understand him gaining some support. But this much?

Something didn’t seem right.

There was a panel of people talking about the race but that quickly shifted to a reporter on the ground at the victory celebration Robyn Hill had been throwing. The mood certainly didn’t seem very victorious, the party goers watching anxiously as their chosen candidates' lead dwindled.

“This cannot be happening,” Weiss said angrily.

Before he could reassure her, the screen went black. But it wasn’t on their end, the monitor was perfectly fine. No, the feed had been cut. The panel of experts returned, though they seemed just as confused as they were.

“I don’t like the look of that,” Oscar said grimly. Jaune agreed, reaching for his scroll. He quickly found the number he was looking for and hit call.

Ruby didn’t answer. Worry bloomed in his stomach.

“She isn’t picking up,” he said. Weiss frowned.

“I’ll try Qrow.”

He got the same response, the call going over to voicemail.

“It looks like we’ve got the live feed back,” one of the panelists said, drawing their attention. The broadcast switched from the studio in Atlas down to Mantle, yet things had clearly changed since the last they saw. People were strewn across the floor like dolls with their strings cut and with horror, Jaune noticed blood pooling under several of them. The stage had been destroyed, Robyn Hill crouched over one of her Happy Huntresses – Fiona, the faunus he and Nora had met. Penny was also on the stage, Floating Array spread out and rotating around her form. At first it looked like she was standing over her victims but then the screen glitched, the image distorting for a moment. Suddenly there were more people, including a restrained figure that thrashed wildly like a rabid animal against Penny’s wires. Qrow had his scythe deployed, the blade held to the person's throat. It did little to dissuade the man.

Jaune recognized him at once.

“Who is that?” Oscar said in shock.

The tail Ruby had cut off had been replaced by a new prosthetic limb but Jaune would never forget that face. Those crazed eyes were not something someone easily dismissed.

“He is one of Salem’s men,” he said. Weiss turned her eyes on him at once. “Do you remember that story about Qrow getting poisoned by a scorpion faunus Salem sent after Ruby? That’s him. I think his name is Tyrian.”

“This isn’t good,” Weiss stood quickly. “We need to get back to the academy – now.”

“Weiss?” Oscar said tentatively, pointing at the screen. In the bottom corner, the results of the election scrolled from right to left. They stared in disbelief.

Jacques Schnee had won.

They weren’t sure what they were expecting when they returned to the school. What they got was a hive of activity, airships filling with soldiers as they disembarked for Mantle. Everyone was on high alert – so much so that they were stopped and nearly detained until they flashed their huntsmen ID’s.

They were met by Winter as they rushed for General Ironwood’s office. Understandably, she didn’t look pleased.

“Sister,” Weiss greeted.

“Good, you’re here,” she ushered them into his office. “I take it you’ve seen the news?”

Winter didn’t even bother hiding the disgust in her voice, face set in a heavy scowl. Her expression was mirrored by Weiss and the pair truly looked like the sisters they were, united in mutual disdain for their father.

Jaune nodded. “Yeah. What exactly happened?”

“A man by the name of Tyrian Callows attacked a gathering in Mantle this evening,” she began. Ironwood was seated behind his desk, face thunderous as he barked orders into his scroll. “As I’m sure you are aware by now, it was the victory celebration hosted by Robyn Hill. We aren’t sure but we believe she was the target – and that Tyrian Callows is the one responsible for the recent spate of murders in Mantle in recent months. We thought he had perished years ago when his prison transport was attacked by Grimm but it seems we were mistaken.”

“He works for Salem,” Jaune revealed. Winter paused while Ironwood finished relaying his orders, standing from his desk as he slammed his scroll shut.

“What did you just say?” the man asked.

“He works for Salem – he attacked us on the road, when we were traveling to Haven,” Jaune explained. “He poisoned Qrow and claimed he was after Ruby. He fled when Ruby managed to cut off his tail but it looks like he got a new one.”

Ironwood scowled. “So not only did someone attempt to assassinate a political candidate, they also tried to frame Penny and they work for Salem. She is finally making her move.”

“Frame Penny?” Weiss asked, startled.

“Someone hijacked the live feed and attempted to upload doctored footage into the system using artificial intelligence but we were able to catch it at the last minute,” Winter revealed. “And only because we realized that what we were witnessing contradicted what was being relayed to us by Clover Ebi. This was not a one man operation.”

Things were much more dire than they originally thought. Salem had infiltrated the kingdom despite the General’s best efforts and had enacted a plan that had almost succeeded. Almost by pure luck had they been thwarted; the presence of the Ace-OP’s and Qrow Branwen may have just turned the situation on its head.

“You’ve also heard about father, of course,” Winter directed this at Weiss. The sisters shared a look only known to them.

“Tell me that was an error,” Weiss said. “That they counted wrong. I can’t believe anyone sane would vote for him.”

“The votes are being recounted as we speak,” Ironwood sighed, suddenly looking tired. It was getting harder for him to project unshakable strength. “Standard procedure, of course – but as of now, Jacques Schnee is the newly elected councilman.”

Those were not the words they were hoping to hear.

“Where are Ruby and the others now?” Jaune asked.

“They are escorting the prisoner to a secure facility,” Winter answered at once. “We may have stopped him from killing Robyn Hill but he was able to murder several people in attendance, not to mention his previous victims. This might not be the worst case scenario but it is close. People won’t be happy. They’ll blame us for allowing such a thing to occur.”

“And Hill will escalate,” Ironwood added darkly. “Now that she lost her chance at sitting on the council this attempt on her life will embolden her.”

“Sir,” Jaune stepped forward quickly. “Reach out to her.”

Ironwood met his eyes. “What?”

“Reach out to her. Now. Before she does something reckless – open up communications, talk to her. I don’t claim to know her very well, I’ve only met her the one time but she didn’t seem to me to be completely unreasonable. One thing I do know is that she cares for Mantle and her people. You need to show her that you also care.”

“You are asking me to trust a woman who has been nothing but a thorn in my side this entire time,” Ironwood turned away, arms crossed behind his back. “A woman that was more than willing to hijack a military vehicle bound for Amity, potentially setting us back weeks.”

“Yes,” Jaune said at once. “Trust that she has the best interests of the kingdom at heart. You don’t need to tell her about Amity, I get that. With Salem’s followers now here, that would be too risky. They can’t find out about your plans. But Robyn Hill doesn’t need to be your enemy, General. She can be an ally.”

“Jaune’s right,” Weiss stepped up beside him.

“Weiss?” Winter questioned.

“I understand the need for secrecy and I understand that trusting the wrong person can have devastating consequences. It only takes one person to be compromised to bring everything crashing down,” ice blue eyes stared at General Ironwood with conviction. “But we need more allies. And Mantle – don’t you see what is happening down there? What Salem was trying to accomplish here? She wants to divide us. If they were really trying to frame Penny for the attack, then there can only be one reason for that. They want to turn Atlas and Mantle against each other. They want to sow chaos and fear – and we know what that brings.”

“The Grimm,” Oscar said solemnly.

“It is the same tactics they used in Vale,” Jaune said quietly. “And we all know how effective that was.”

Weiss grabbed his hand and squeezed it as thoughts of Pyrrha filtered across his mind.

The resulting silence was tense but when Ironwood faced them, his face was calm. He even managed a smile. It made him look years younger.

“You may be right,” he conceded. “She can’t be trusted with Amity – but perhaps something can be done about Mantle.”