Escalation 008 (Patreon)

Long showers were a luxury that didn’t exist in the Arc household. Having eight children meant that bathroom time was heavily regulated, especially when seven of the eight were growing girls. Living out beyond the kingdom walls, it meant that things like water were much more valuable than in a place like Vale, and so were not to be wasted because of vanity. This meant that not all of them could shower daily and if possible, they were expected to make the thirty minute trek to the nearby lake and bathe there, where they could take as long as they wished – until winter rolled around, that was. At that time, the lake was much too cold to do anymore than fish in.

It wasn’t until Jaune arrived at Beacon that he discovered the delight of limitless hot water. Being able to just stand under the steaming hot spray for minutes on end was one of his favorite things after a hard day's work, and slaying Grimm was always worthy of such. The sensation of his aches and pains being washed away, soothed by the heat as it passed through his skin into his muscles was one of the best feelings you could have. It made him want to stand there for hours and just rest, relax and not think, his lungs full of steam as he was cleansed inside and out.

It was very easy to lose track of time.

But the wonderful feeling of a long shower wasn’t the only reason he was taking so much time. He had already washed his hair and scrubbed his body clean, smelling of the lavender body wash the dispenser on the wall provided. Beacon provided well for her students, only the best for the future defenders of humanity.

No – the reason he was still there was because he had a little problem. Well, perhaps it wasn’t quite so little after all.

He groaned as his hand stroked his turgid length, eyes closed and forehead pressed against the tile wall. His cock throbbed in his palm, thick and full, the flaring crown an angry red as his palm passed over it on the upstroke. Pre-cum oozed from the tip, wetting his hand only to be washed away by the falling water. His balls tightened every time pleasure flared through his shaft, excited and lustful.

This wasn’t anything new. Fighting seemed to have this effect on him, the spike in adrenaline fueling spontaneous erections. It mostly only happened after a true fight; life or death, against the Grimm, or other dangerous opponents like the White Fang. Sometimes it happened after training but that was rare, which was lucky. He didn’t need a hard-on after every Combat Class. What wasn’t rare was that afterwards, it needed to be taken care of.

It did not like being ignored.

It also didn’t help that only a few dozen feet away, a group of exceedingly beautiful young women were showering. He couldn’t see them, of course – he had purposefully chosen one of the private stalls not just for his own sake but to give them their privacy. He was the only guy and while everything at Beacon was shared, it wouldn’t be appropriate.

He didn’t want to make them feel uncomfortable. Not just with his presence but with other things.

One thing in particular, jutting out lewdly and refusing his attempts to get it to go away. Usually, he could rub one out pretty quick when he needed to but this erection was proving quite a bit more difficult, egged on not just by his waning bloodlust but by his imagination. Try as he might, he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering and wondering.

How would Yang look, wet and soaped up, her ample breasts bare to his eyes? How about Blake’s trim figure and wide hips, her plump ass? Ruby’s small, young body and budding breasts – did she have big nipples, puffy or small? They all played a part in his fantasies but no more than two girls in particular.

His hand moved faster as he imagined his partner, Pyrrha. How would her skin look under the spray of the shower, wet and slick? Her perfect tits, free and unbound? Living together in the same room meant that he had caught glimpses of her body, even when he hadn’t been trying to look. It was inevitable when you lived in such close quarters. Her stomach was well muscled, her legs sculpted by vigorous training. Her shoulders were broad for a woman but they weren’t unattractive or manly. They were simply strong, set above a well defined back that showcased her hard work in a series of long, lithe muscles.

It was wrong to think of her this way. She was his friend, his partner – she trusted him. He should not have such thoughts. But then he remembered her cupping his crotch and his cock thumped eagerly, swelling.

Perhaps she wouldn’t mind after all.

Then there was Weiss.

The girl of his dreams – the girl that had stolen his heart, effortlessly, with her poise and grace upon their first meeting. Her slender nose and high cheeks, those wide ice blue eyes that could hold scorn enough to burn. She was the complete opposite of Pyrrha, svelte and small – her body a mix between that of a dancer and gymnast, a warrior not born of strength but flexibility, speed and finesse. How would she look, naked and free? Her snow white skin and those small, perky breasts? What color were her nipples and areola? And those long, long legs – on such a short figure, going on for days, so lithe and strong – how would they feel, twined around his waist? She had such a trim stomach, and that hair that resembled spun moonlight?

Jaune groaned again, louder this time, tightening his grip.

He was surrounded by girls completely out of his league. They drove him mad in moments like this, when lust overcame reason. How would it feel to kiss Pyrrha? To kiss Weiss? How would they taste? The same? Different? How soft were their lips? Would Pyrrha feel harder beneath his palms, firmer? Or would Weiss? He wanted to know the texture of their skin, to trace their dips and swells, to squeeze their hips.

How would it feel to be inside them?

“Fuck,” he swore, straightening up. If possible, his shaft hardened even further, the head of his cock swelling. Taking the base in one hand, he used the other to furiously stroke off. It felt good, the pleasure building – but he already knew that he wasn’t going to cum.

The end was far, far off – elusive.

He tried to chase it, unwilling to give up. Twisting his palm, he focused on the head, squeezing and rubbing the tip, changing up the pace, where he rubbed, trying to keep it unpredictable so he didn’t grow used to the sensations. Panting, he sighed in annoyance when he drew no closer to release.

“What do we have here?” a voice asked, low and sensual. Jaune froze, heart leaping into his throat. “Mm – Jaune, you look tense. Are you okay?”

Fingers ghosted across his back and he jumped, startled at the touch. They curled up over his shoulders and squeezed, digging in gently as they massaged him softly. It was completely different to the massage those hands usually doled out, attempting to soothe and calm rather than relieve pain.

“Pyrrha?” he asked in disbelief.

“Yes?” she asked and he shivered, feeling her breath gust against his back. She was close – so, so close. “Are you feeling well?”

What could he say? What should he say?

What was she doing there?”

“Oh~!” she exclaimed, peering around his front. “Mm – that looks a little stressed.”

Jaune slowly turned his head.

Pyrrha was leaning around him, a curious expression on her face as she stared down at his straining erection. It pounded alongside his heart, throbbing in his hand. Her cheeks were flushed an inviting scarlet, emerald eyes darkened almost black as her pupils swallowed her iris. When she peeked up at him through her lashes, he thought she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

“Do you need a hand?” she asked with an impish smile, her lovely red hair limp and damp around her shoulders. “As your partner, it is my duty to help out.”

This wasn’t happening. There was no way.

“Pyrrha,” he uttered again. “What are you doing--”

But he didn’t get to finish.

She stepped up beside him, her body coming into view. Jaune let out an involuntary sound, deep in this throat, almost choking on it.

She was magnificent.

Pyrrha was everything he had ever imagined and more, her shapely, full breasts capped with dusky, puffy nipples. They held a natural healthy sag for their size, a pair of twin teardrops perfectly proportioned. Underneath, he could make out only the vaguest hint of her ribs leading down to her flat stomach and narrowing waist. From there, her hips flared out into a set of womanly hips and well muscled thighs, thick with strength but trim. As she stepped around him more fully, he saw the way her quads and hamstrings flexed, her calves bunched and powerful – but then his eyes settled between her legs, on the small strip of crimson hair seated upon her mons, and he was taken with lust.

Pyrrha hummed when she noticed the direction of his gaze. “How do I look?”

She looked magnificent, her vulva smooth and hairless, the hood of her clit standing out between the plump tightness. Her inner labia peeked out, curling – a hint of what was within, an attractive pink that called to something deep inside.

In Anima, there were statues from a time long past, sculpted from marble or cast from bronze. They were the remnants of a civilization lost to time, well before the formation of the current kingdoms. These statues depicted humans in various states of undress, their bodies on display, a vision of what a human being could look like at their peak. Many speculated that they may even be tributes to the gods, for they were the perfect showing of elegance and strength, the body at its zenith.

Pyrrha may as well be one of these statues, for Jaune could see no imperfections in her form.

But she was not – for she was greater than those works of ancient skill and art. She was not cold stone or metal, but flesh and blood, filled with warmth and soul. When her hand settled on his length, he exhaled sharply, his cock rising to meet her eagerly.

The confident expression on her face wavered for a moment, fingers lightly wrapping around his girth. Jaune removed his hands, leaving him at her complete mercy. Pyrrha’s hands weren’t small but against his swollen cock, they looked it.

“I have to stroke it, yes?” she asked, and he nodded.

Her palms were smoother than his, softer – but he could feel the calluses formed from years of hard work, years of perfecting her craft. When both of her hands settled on him and began moving, slowly, up and down, he moaned softly, hips flexing. Pyrrha giggled, the sound light and breathy.

“It feels so hot,” she marveled, her top hand curling around his glans and twisting. “Mm – and so heavy. It is very healthy, isn’t it? And these,” her lower hand moved a little lower, caressing his tightening balls. She rolled them in her palm, squeezing gently. “These are important. I have to take good care of them.”

Jaune nodded, eyes feeling heavy. She held such an earnest expression as she looked up at him, her beautiful tits bracketed by her arms. They squeezed together, plump and inviting, her cleavage filling as they were shrouded in a curtain of water.

“That feels good,” he said, encouraging her. There was little skill in what she was doing but there didn’t need to be. Just the sight of her sexy body was enough to make up for any lack of experience, keeping his cock rock hard and weeping pearly tears of pre-cum. When her thumb swiped over the tip, his cock jumped, the pleasure sharp and sudden.

“You like that?” she asked, shivering. “At the very tip?”

“I like it,” he replied, so she did it again, swiping her thumb across every time her hand twisted around his crown. It felt so good it almost hurt. “Fuck, Pyrrha.”

“Shh,” she moved closer, pressing him into her firm stomach. Her skin was hot and soft, and when she rubbed him over her abs, it smeared his pre-ejaculate across her belly. “Let me take care of you.”

His heart thudded against his ribcage as she guided him by the hips, turning him until his back faced the wall, pressing him to lean back – and then she lowered herself gracefully, kneeling in front of him until his cock pointed straight at her face, less than an inch from her nose.

She was going to suck his cock.

Pyrrha Nikos was going to suck his cock.

The fingers of one of her hands curled around the base of his member, holding it steady as she nuzzled it against her cheek, her nose, trailing her lips along the straining veins upon his shaft. She inhaled deeply, taking in the mix of musk and body wash. With the glans resting against her forehead, she kissed the thick ridge on the underside of his cock, lips parting to suckle on it firmly.

Jaune felt his toes curl.

“I’ve never done this before,” she admitted, her voice shaking for the first time. When their eyes met, Jaune saw conflict rage within. “I’m not – I haven’t even dated.”

His cock flexed happily.

“That’s okay – I’ve never had this happen either,” he said.

He wasn’t exactly a hit with the ladies. While he had gone on a few dates in high school, those dates had never gone this far. The most he had ever done was a few shy kisses and some fumbling touches.

“I’m your first?” Pyrrha asked.

She sounded extraordinarily pleased by this piece of information, beaming at him, her face lighting up. Pyrrha’s smile transformed her entire face, making her even more beautiful and radiant.

“Yes,” he replied, cupping her cheek and caressing it with his thumb. Pyrrha shivered at the touch, emerald eyes fluttering shut. “Yes, you are my first.”

Heat ignited in his balls when her plush lips pecked his crown, giving it a chaste kiss. Keeping his cock steady, she showered it with kisses, starting off with simple pecks before growing bolder, parting her lips and suckling lightly with each pass. She moved up and down his shaft, nipping and kissing until finally, her tongue lashed out and swiped across his glans.

Jaune’s abs tensed in pleasure as she lapped at the head, flattening her tongue to cover as much area as possible. He oozed onto her tongue and she retreated, smacking her lips.

“Salty,” she said before darting in again, taking more of him into her mouth. When her lips sealed over the ridge of his glans, she tried to swirl her tongue. It was awkward, she was clearly not used to such an action but it felt good, hot and wet. He throbbed between her lips and she took that as a sign to continue, pressing deeper.

“Shit, Pyrrha,” he groaned, threading his fingers through her wet hair. He helped guide her head as she began to bob up and down, sucking at him powerfully. The fingers wrapped around his base tightened and loosened, massaging his length as she performed her first ever blowjob.

She may have been tentative and unsure, her movements halting but it felt so fucking good, Jaune’s lust flaring higher. He could feel the pressure in his balls churn and pulse, a tight knot forming deep inside his loins. Encouraged by his panting breaths, Pyrrha sunk even lower, trying to take more of his impressive length.

When he touched the back of her throat for the first time, she gagged. Pyrrha retreated and released his cock with a pop, saliva spilling from her lips as she coughed lightly. Eyes watering slightly, she considered his length, stroking his shaft.

He was about to tell her to take her time before she swooped in without warning, swallowing his cock once more. When his glans pressed against the back of her throat for the second time, she didn’t back down, taking him deeper. Jaune hissed as he felt her hot, tight throat close around him, contracting as she tried to swallow.

“Oh, Pyrrha,” he sighed in bliss. “Mm, that feels so good.”

It didn’t take her long at all to get used to the sensation of his cock filling her throat. Pyrrha Nikos was, after all, a prodigy.

The glide of her lips became smoother as she slurped up and down his length, pressing him into her throat every few passes. The suction at passing from her mouth and into her throat, then back out again was magnificent. Obscene sounds issued from her throat, a sound that shot straight into his straining testicles. Gluck, gluck, gluck, Pyrrha deepthroated him with ever increasing vigor, taking more and more of him until finally, her nose nuzzled the sparse blond curls that trailed from the base of his dick to his bellybutton.

Lips sealed tightly around the base of his cock, she hummed in satisfaction. Jaune swore as his cock was completely enveloped in wet heat, the vibrations passing through him pleasurably.

Pyrrha rested her nose against his pelvis for a few seconds, swallowing around his girth before pulling off him with a splutter. She admired his saliva slick shaft as she wiped the spittle from her lips, stroking him firmly.

“How was that?” she asked, seeking approval. He gave it gladly.

“So good, baby,” the endearment fell from his lips naturally. “Keep doing it.”

Pyrrha didn’t need to be told twice.

Jaune tilted his head back against the wall as she swallowed him to the hilt once more, bobbing her head aggressively. He was getting close now, balls rising up, ready to shoot their shot. When she began moaning around his shaft, her breathing becoming uneven, he looked down and noticed that one of her hands was buried between her thighs.

She was touching herself while she sucked him off.

“Fuck,” he uttered.

He was going to cum – he was going to cum hard.

Face twisting in pleasure, he looked up – and froze.

Ice blue eyes stared at him steadily.

Jaune felt his heart stutter in his chest, seizing in shock and fright. Weiss Schnee met his eyes and held them, her face utterly blank. Her features may as well have been chiseled from stone for there was not an ounce of emotion or expression, to the point where he briefly wondered if she was there at all.

But her eyes – her eyes were a different story. Ice blue they may be, but they held such fire that he was surprised he wasn’t being burned by their intensity.

Pyrrha’s head continued to bob up and down in his lap, her hand furiously moving between her legs, but Jaune couldn’t move, couldn’t think.

What was Weiss doing there?

She was still in her towel, hair damp from the shower, though her skin was dry. She had obviously finished washing up some time ago, had even probably left and gone to her locker but why had she come back?

Had she been waiting for Pyrrha?

His mouth fell open as pleasure surged through his body, heat pooling in his belly as shocks lanced up his spine. The end was near, his climax approached. A beautiful young woman sucked his cock lavishly as another gorgeous young woman pinned him with the most intense look of his life.

Pyrrha slurped off his length and panted against his pelvis, peering up at him. “Are you close?”

It took him a few moments to process her words.

“Yes,” he forced his eyes off Weiss and looked down, drowning in a sea of emerald. “So close.”

“Do it in my mouth,” she commanded before inhaling him once more, sucking him even more eagerly, chasing after his orgasm.

When he looked up again, he watched as the towel unraveled from around Weiss’ slim body. Jaune moaned unabashedly as her small, pert breasts were revealed to his eyes, capped with small, hard, pink nipples that begged to be sucked. Her stomach was flat and muscled, her hips a gentle swell that called to be squeezed. At the apex of her slender, sculpted thighs, he spotted her cute slit – for that was all he could see; a tight, sealed slit and not much else, looking so young and untouched; pure.

She was hairless.

The next time Pyrrha’s nose touched his pelvis, Jaune’s balls tightened. His vision flashed as he threw back his head, growling deeply as his length flexed and swelled. Pyrrha made a sound of surprise as his cock gushed heavily into her throat, firing stream after messy stream of his molten load directly down her throat. The pleasure was sharp and overwhelming, his legs trembling as she swallowed hastily around him, her throat collapsing against his sensitive glans.

It felt like it was never going to end.

“Ahhhnng, Pyrrha,” he grunted roughly, pulling her head against his crotch. “Ahhh, fuck yeah.”

He throbbed and jerked in her throat, over and over until his balls finally relented, no more seed to give. As his orgasm slowed, Pyrrha pulled off him, coughing wetly as she struggled to breath. Her face was flushed a deep scarlet, her eyes cloudy with lust.

“I-It’s stuck in my throat,” she said between coughs, massaging her neck. Her lips were swollen and shiny with a mixture of cum and saliva. “Mm – it’s so thick.”

Jaune panted as lethargy settled deep into his bones – and along with it, a strong case of post-nut clarity. Adrenaline surged as he looked around rapidly, searching.

There was no one there.

Weiss was nowhere to be seen.

Pyrrha mewled and shuddered, and when Jaune looked down, he watched as her body spasmed and rocked in the throes of orgasm. His cock, sensitive and spent, twitched as he witnessed the magnificent sight, her face full of rapture as she stroked her pussy to the height of pleasure.

Then she sagged, boneless against the wall, her eyes rolling shut as she squirmed.

“Pyrrha?” he asked.

“Mhm?” she purred.

He looked around again, just to be sure. Had he imagined it? He supposed it made sense; why would Weiss ever do such a thing as reveal her body to him? She wasn’t that type of girl. There was no way that happened. Yes, she had just been a figment of his overactive imagination. She wouldn’t spy on them during such an intimate moment, either.

But hadn’t she already shown that she wasn’t above watching from the shadows? Though this situation was completely different to that one. At least, it should have been. That was just a massage – she can’t have expected or known that Pyrrha would have touched him intimately back then.

Whatever the case, it just proved that he wasn’t as over her as he thought.

He felt rotten. Here he was, getting the blowjob of his life from one of the most beautiful girls in the world and he was thinking about another girl. What was wrong with him?

“All I can taste is you,” Pyrrha murmured, her voice slightly slurred. “All I can smell is you.”

They’d been in the shower long enough.

“Pyrrha,” he said again, helping her up. Her skin was so smooth and soft, and he couldn’t help but linger in his touches. “Pyrrha – I think we better finish up. Our friends will be wondering where we are.”

“Mm,” she curled into him, embracing him. Jaune let her, not opposed at all. Her breasts felt wonderful against his chest, her body a comfort against him. “Did I do good?”

Jaune laughed, unable to contain it.

“You did good,” he promised. “You did real good.”

“Mm, I’m glad,” she whispered, her hands rubbing up and down his sides. “I’m glad.”

He was glad too.

Jaune was worried that things were going to be awkward afterwards but that didn’t seem to be the case. She watched him with keen eyes as he dried off and he returned the favor, watching her gorgeous body in all its splendor as she toweled down her thighs and around her back, between and under her plump tits. He focused on her heavy breasts especially, swaying hypnotically and threatening to redirect his blood flow all over again. When she bent over to pull her panties on, he was provided with a front row seat to her pussy. It was still swollen with arousal, vulva flushed red and her labia soaked and pink.

Yep – blood flow redirected.

They redressed in silence, Jaune turning away to hide his resurging erection. Their friends had already finished and cleared out, and a quick glance around showed that Weiss was also absent. Her locker was nearby, closed and locked up tight, the floor in front of it already dry.

It can’t have been her. It really was just his mind playing tricks on him.

“Jaune?” Pyrrha called.

She hadn’t tied her hair up, leaving it to hang free around her shoulders. He liked the sight. It made her look much more natural and laid back, and without the minor application of make-up she usually wore, it was even more pronounced. She was so naturally beautiful that she didn’t need it at all.

“Sorry,” he pulled on his shirt, finishing up. He slammed his locker shut. “I’m coming.”

Things might not have been awkward but they had definitely changed. He just didn’t know how much.