Escalation 014 (Patreon)

Exam season was here.

Be it high school, university or a combat academy, exam season was a stressful time for students. Their workload seemed to double overnight, homework and assignments flooding in as their professors prepared them for the coming examinations with a maniacal fervor that drained any and all energy out of them. What was unique between those three types of institutions was that at a school like Beacon, they were also graded on their fighting ability and general physical fitness. While it wasn’t important that every Huntsman or Huntress could bench five of their own bodyweight like Nora could, they did receive credit if they showed clear gains in strength, speed, flexibility and reflexes, among other things.

So while they were all cramming furiously for their theory tests, they were also called up to undergo their quarterly physicals in groups of six.

It just so happened that today was Jaune’s day to be called up.

Just like with everything else at Beacon, they employed professionals to handle this aspect of their tests. They had doctors and nurses on staff which wasn’t much of a surprise. Dealing with Grimm meant injury and even death. While they couldn’t treat death, they could treat things like broken bones or severe lacerations, and if things were really bad, perform surgery. It wasn’t quite a fully functional hospital on campus but it was, at the very least, a state of the art medical facility that could cater to any trauma they may pick up in training or on missions that couldn’t be handled in the infirmary.

Only one other person from their class was called along with him, the other four making up their group coming from the second year students.

Weiss walked by his side, her confident stride at odds with the secretive glances she shot him when she thought he wasn’t looking. She had been acting strangely for several days now – well, more strangely than things had been lately, which was saying something. Jaune had a pretty good idea why, as well.

Having sex with Pyrrha had put Jaune on cloud nine. In the days following their encounter, he had walked around with the biggest grin on his face that refused any and all attempts at removal. While he had engaged in various sexual acts with both Pyrrha and Weiss already, taking that final step had been abrupt and a hell of a rush.

He’d fucked Pyrrha – she’d fucked him!

And while Weiss probably didn’t know the full story, the heiress definitely had seen the change in him. Unless Pyrrha had told her, which was entirely possible with how the pair had been conducting themselves since all of this started.

But he didn’t think so.

Because he was fairly certain that if she had told her, Weiss would have taken immediate action. Instead, she had been content to shoot him little glances as if she was attempting to work out a puzzle and failing miserably. Admittedly, it was really cute seeing the subtle frustration on her beautiful face but he wouldn’t dare tell her that. But now that he had gone all the way with Pyrrha, he expected that maybe... maybe more was on the horizon.

He just wished he hadn’t finished as quickly as he had! He knew Pyrrha had enjoyed herself, had felt her scorching hot pussy writhe in orgasm around his cock but it had been over much too soon. Who could blame him for feeling that way? She was so beautiful, much more than he deserved. He wanted to fuck her, and fuck her and never, ever stop. Jaune wanted to touch every part of her, to take her every way he could possibly think of, and lose himself in her splendor. That body crafted to perfection through countless hours of training, alongside her flawless face – he wanted to see that face twisted with rapture, those emerald gems clouded with lust as he pounded her into submission, manhandling her in a way he could never do on the battlefield.

But she wasn’t the only person he wanted to do that too.

The young woman walking by his side – now that he had a taste of what it felt like to be inside a woman, how would Weiss’ slender, svelte body feel beneath him as he drove his steel hard shaft into her snug pussy? He recalled the feel of her around his fingers, tight and wet, and struggled to maintain his neutral expression.

Look at him now. Once, he couldn’t even talk to the girl without stumbling over his own words and now he knew what it felt like to have her mouth around his cock, to have his fingers buried inside her while also knowing how it felt to receive a blowjob from his partner, to fuck his partner...

His past self from the first day at Beacon wouldn’t recognize him.

And they knew about each other. That was the craziest thing of all. How was this even possible? At times, it made him feel low; as if he was two timing them. But then he remembered he hadn’t instigated any of this. It had all come from them.

It was almost like they were taking turns. To them, it was a competition. All the strange things they would say; Pyrrha wanting to erase Weiss’ taste on his cock, Weiss talking about being better at pleasing him. They were challenging each other and his body was the battlefield.

Perhaps he should have felt a certain way about it. Perhaps he could be put off or angry that he was reduced to an object, but if he was being truthful? He didn’t care. He didn’t care at all. Jaune knew them too well, knew that they were both good people. They weren’t trying to hurt him or make him feel used. They were just unwilling to back down against one another. They were full of stubbornness. They were full of pride.

They were very much alike in this way.

And he was enjoying every second of it. Even if he was afraid that it may come to blows again, like it had already. He didn’t want that. Not at all.

“How have your studies been coming along?” she finally asked, breaking the silence that had descended on them since leaving the classroom.

“My brain feels like it is about to melt out my ears,” he confessed seriously. “They really aren’t messing around.”

Weiss nodded. “It does seem a little excessive. Our previous exams were intense but this feels different.”

Summer break was near, and then they would no longer be first year students. Jaune supposed that it made sense that their final exams were the worst. He just wished that Professor Port would stop assigning homework after every single class. Strangely enough, Port was by far the worst offender when he was usually the most lax of their various instructors.

“Do you wish to study together some more?” she asked, gifting him with a smile. “We could continue our little study dates. We are rather productive when we work together.”

She wasn’t even bothering to hide her eagerness at the prospect like she may have done before. Truth be told, he could use all the help he could get and Weiss was one of the best students around. She wasn’t lying. When they worked together on an assignment, they’d scored highly.

“Sure. That would be a huge help.”

And maybe something more could happen. The thought wiggled its way into his brain and lodged itself in deep, refusing to budge. He was a teenage boy, a young, growing man – Jaune knew he was horny, but he really was at a new level of horniness these days. It wasn’t his fault!

They’d been so busy with preparing for their exams that even Pyrrha was exhausted at the end of the day. After his time with her, there hadn’t been any chance for a repeat and Weiss had been busy with her team.

He really was something else. Weiss had offered to help him study and he was thinking about how they could become intimate with one another instead. Was it any surprise, though, with how they’d been acting with him? That he would end up this way?

Of course not!

“If you need any help, I could lend you my notes from last year,” another of the students called for their physical said. It was a certain rabbit faunus from Team CFVY; Velvet Scarlatina. Her long, brown ears twitched upon her head. “Um – if you’d like? S-Sorry, I just overheard you two speaking.”

Weiss shot Velvet a grateful look. “That would be wonderful. Thank you, Velvet.”

Velvet smiled, meeting his eyes and then looking away quickly. “I’ll bring them over later.”

Jaune grinned. “Thanks, Velvet. That’ll be a huge help.”

When they arrived, it was immediately noticeable that something was wrong. The tense atmosphere blanketed them and they all shared a look, feeling but not understanding. When they approached the receptionist, she looked harried, typing away at her computer furiously. It took her a moment to notice them, jumping in surprise.

“Oh,” she exclaimed. “You are here for your physicals?”

Jaune nodded. “Yeah – is everything okay?”

She nodded, though rather unconvincingly. “I’ll let the nurses explain. Go on through. Someone will be waiting for you.”

They made their way down the hallway and to a familiar room they had all been to for their previous examinations, a small waiting room with a row of chairs against a wall and a television screen mounted opposite. A small woman was present, a clipboard in hand.

“Hello,” she greeted before quickly getting to the point. “As we are short staffed at the moment, a couple of you will be required to double up to get this done in a timely fashion.”

“Short staffed?” Weiss sounded surprised. “Has something happened?”

The nurse regarded her for a couple of seconds then said, “A team of fourth year students returned from a mission having sustained serious injury. They are being tended to as we speak. Because of this, we only have a few doctors to spare for your physicals.”

That explained the tense atmosphere.

“There are six of you,” she wrote something down on her clipboard. “We will divide you into three groups, in pairs – you will be seen together. I realize that this is not ideal but it will speed up the process and get you out of here quickly.”

Weiss seized the moment.

Stepping close to Jaune, she grabbed his hand. “We shall go together, then.”

The nurse gave them an unsure look while the other students looked at them in surprise. Velvet’s eyes darted between them, a mixture of curiosity and embarrassment.

“Are you sure?” she asked. “Would you not be more comfortable with another girl?”

Their group composition consisted of four girls and two guys, meaning that they could all pair off neatly with their same gender to avoid any awkwardness if they so desired. Beacon may have been co-ed in many ways; the locker room, the showers, their dorm rooms, but even so.

Weiss tightened her hold on his hand. “We are close friends. I am most comfortable with him.”

Jaune felt his heart skip a little when she looked up at him through her lashes, those icy eyes full of passion.

“We can go together,” one of the other guys spoke up, gesturing to a girl who stood next to him. “We are teammates.”

The nurse pursed her lips. “Fine. In a few moments, a nurse will come and lead you to the examination rooms. Good luck.”

Then she was gone.

Weiss led him over to a pair of chairs and they sat together, their fingers now laced. She was being rather brazen all of a sudden, and when Velvet hurried over and sat on his other side, she looked excited.

“Jaune, Weiss – are you two dating?”

“Uh,” he floundered, allowing Weiss to strike.

“You could say that,” the heiress replied. Jaune blinked. When she’d been asked that same question by their friends after Ruby caught them kissing, she had denied it. It seemed that having a week to sit on it had changed her opinion on the matter.

“Oh my god,” Velvet gasped, covering her mouth. “When did this happen?”

Weiss held a very smug look. “I guess you could say that this has been brewing for a while now.”

Jaune didn’t interrupt as the pair settled in for some girl talk, the rabbit faunus gushing about how happy she was for the two of them. He wondered; were they actually dating now? I mean, sure – they’d done things together, but he had also done things with Pyrrha. Did Weiss really want to date him when he was also having sexual encounters with his partner?

This situation was really weird!

He waited until Velvet and the girl she had partnered with for her physical were called up before speaking up.

“Are we together now?”

Weiss arched an eyebrow. “You don’t wish to be?”

“No, no – it isn’t that,” he hastily corrected. “It’s just... you said something different before, and then there is... you know, Pyrrha.”

Weiss flushed lightly, an attractive rosy tint that really popped on her porcelain skin.

“I know what I said. I was just a little panicked, that is all,” she began playing with his fingers, tracing his knuckles and extending each digit, mapping them out with touch. “I wouldn’t just do these things with anyone. You know that, don’t you?”

His mouth felt a little dry and his throat constricted when she looked at him with such a soul rending look that had his heart rate increasing and blood heating up. Of course he knew she wasn’t that type of girl, but he hadn’t believed she was the type of girl to do any of the things she had done, even with someone she wished to date.

Weiss Schnee had always been the pinnacle of poise and elegance, a well bred young woman free of scandal and lustful guile. She had shown him that he couldn’t have been further from the truth.

“I really like you, Jaune,” she said, and it was everything he had ever wanted to hear from her – right from the beginning, when her beauty had so enraptured him, when her careless words the day before initiation had drawn his misunderstanding. Weiss flushed even deeper. “Y-You know that, right?”

He hadn’t – but he did. It was a contradiction but surely, deep down, he had known.

“I like you too, Weiss,” he replied in kind. “A lot. But you already knew that. I didn’t exactly hide it.”

“For a little while, I thought you didn’t feel that way anymore,” she confessed, stroking his palm. It was very ticklish. “When I saw you with her. Even though we were doing... things.”

“I would never stop,” he said. It was true. Even when he had wanted to move on, to forget about her, to leave her to Neptune and be done with it, it was never that easy. It could never be that easy. Because his feelings for Weiss were genuine, no matter how childishly they may have started. “Even if I wanted to stop – I tried, Weiss. I thought you and Neptune would be good together.”

She shook her head. “I was stupid. I didn’t know what I wanted. Please believe that. I was just a silly little girl.”

“And I was just a hopeless boy,” Jaune shook his head.

Weiss smirked. “You really were.”

She squeezed his hand tightly.

“What about Pyrrha?” he asked, and her expression became complicated. She regarded him carefully.

“You like her,” she said, and it wasn’t a question. “As expected – you have sublime taste. You have quite the appetite for beauty, don’t you? Only the best.”

Jaune squirmed under the thrall of her intense eyes.

“She fucked you, didn’t she?”

There it was.

Jaune felt his heart stop briefly as the vulgar words passed those wonderful lips. Lips that could sing the most beautiful of songs, releasing a voice capable of conveying so much pain and passion reduced to such crassness.

“How did you know?” he didn’t bother hiding it.

“I didn’t,” she admitted, brow furrowing. “Not really – though it was only a matter of time. I suppose when I kissed you, it really egged her on. You’ve been acting very strangely lately, Jaune Arc – and so has she.”

Weiss wasn’t wrong. Pyrrha had been much more openly affectionate since then, whenever they had time to stop and breathe, not buried beneath their studies. While they hadn’t had the time to do anything sexual together, his partner had taken to touching him whenever she could.

“Did she say something?”

Weiss shrugged. “Not directly – but she said enough.”

So she had said something. His read on the situation had been off.

Jaune swallowed. “You’re not mad?”

“I’m furious,” Weiss returned instantly, voice completely devoid of emotion. “You have no idea how angry I am.”

Jaune suddenly felt like prey. He was in danger.

“But I knew what I was getting myself into when this started,” she smiled, all teeth – and it was terrifying. “I thought you were taking advantage of her. Did you know that? I thought that surely the great Pyrrha Nikos wasn’t enamored with Jaune Arc. How preposterous. Surely he had something on her, blackmail of some type... but it didn’t take me long to discover the truth of it. I apologize for my unkind thoughts. It took some time for my opinion of you to catch up with what I already knew – that you were a good man.”

“Weiss...”

“She got to you first – as much as it pains me to say, I had all the opportunity in the world and I blew it. By the time I understood, it was too late,” Weiss huffed. “But a Schnee doesn’t give up just because they are behind. I will make you forget her – and if I can’t? Well, then I’ll just have to be your number one.”

What was this girl saying? Was she seriously suggesting...?!

Jaune stared at her as she graced him with an impish smile, full of mischief and erotic promise. When the nurse returned to gather them next, he was out of sorts and simply followed when Weiss tugged him along after her. The room they entered was a typical examiners room. There were three chairs, a bed, and a series of medical instruments arrayed on a small movable table, as well as numerous charts and posters hanging on the wall. A pair of curtains had been set up to give them a modicum of privacy.

“The doctor will be here shortly,” the nurse informed them before taking her leave.

Jaune knew the drill, loosening his tie as he began making his way behind the curtain but got a surprise when Weiss followed him. Much like he had been doing, she had loosened the red ribbon around her collar and unbuttoned her jacket, nimble fingers already working the buttons loose on her vest.

“Weiss...?”

She just smiled in response.

Weiss shrugged off her jacket, folding it neatly before setting it aside before doing the same to her vest. Left in just her skirt and white shirt, she moved closer and placed her palms against his chest, stroking the fabric softly. She took the lapel of his uniform jacket and ran it between her fingers, testing the fabric and giving it a little tug.

“Let me help you,” she whispered, and Jaune inhaled her alluring scent as she leaned in and began unbuttoning his jacket. Today she smelled of vanilla with a hint of something more tart; blood orange?

“The doctor is coming,” he tried to say but she just clucked her tongue.

“They aren’t here yet. Let me help you.”

She removed his jacket, her hands sliding inside and over his shoulders. Jaune shivered as she folded his jacket as neatly as her own before grabbing the hem of his vest. Unlike the one the girls wore, it was woolen and had no buttons.

“Arms up,” she ordered bossily, and he complied without a fuss. She pulled it up his torso and strained on her tippy toes to pull it up over his head, her small stature forcing her chest into his front. The soft swells of her perky breasts pressing against him ignited his blood, a heady rush of arousal pounding through him.

When the vest was clear of him, she folded it and set it atop his jacket.

Her fingers then fell to his belt. Ice blue eyes peered up at him, darkened with desire – and Jaune bit his lip as those slender, nimble fingers worked the buckle expertly. It was such a simple thing and yet watching her remove his belt turned him on like nothing else, his cock twitching as blood flooded south.

Getting an erection right now was bad news. He was about to undergo a physical. There was no way he could hide such a thing from the doctor.

“Wait, wait,” he tried to stop her, grabbing for her wrists but she was too quick, lowering his zipper and unbuttoning his trousers before he could. Weiss giggled as she struggled against his hold, stepping in so their bodies rolled together. She was so small against him, dainty. When he finally seized her arms, it was for naught. Rising up on her toes, she pecked him on the lips.

“Mm – I like your lips,” Weiss confessed, kissing him again. This time she lingered and Jaune savored the feeling of her soft, warm lips caressing him. “She made you kiss her, didn’t she?”

Why did they have to talk about each other? Weiss and Pyrrha both, consumed by this rivalry.

“How did you guys do it?” Weiss continued, nipping at his jaw with perfect teeth. Jaune groaned at the sudden pinch of pain, but then she was soothing it with an open mouthed kiss, her tongue running along his skin. “Did she mount you like a horse? Or did you throw her down and take her like a dog?”

While her lovely lips distracted him, her fingers plucked each button of his shirt, pulling it open and revealing his naked chest and stomach. Fingers splayed against his abs and Weiss moaned, raking her nails down his skin. It left a trail of fire in their wake, sinking into him and down into his balls which tightened with delight. His cock was swelling rapidly now, lengthening and tenting his pants.

When Weiss noticed his not so little problem, she graced him with a devilish smile and squirmed against it, grinding her belly on it.

“You have too many clothes on,” she said, peeling his shirt away. Her eyes were full of molten desire, devouring his shoulders and arms with a passionate gaze, eating up his chest and tight abdominals. “Look at you. Mm – Jaune, you are such a man.”

Weiss stepped back and Jaune watched with bated breath as she began to undress, unbuttoning her shirt. More and more of her creamy white skin was shown; the delicate slope of her collarbone, her trim, flat stomach and cute belly button. Her bra was a soft baby blue, cupping her little swells in a tight embrace. She didn’t bother folding this one, tossing it on the pile carelessly.

Jaune couldn’t get enough of her body. The dramatic narrowing of her waist, the hint of her ribs when she stretched, showcasing how lithe and muscular she was beneath that feather soft skin. Her graceful long neck and the v-dip of her pelvis, leading down beneath her skirt to what he knew to be a tight, hot quim. A skirt that quickly fluttered to the floor, slipping down her toned, slender legs. Her panties matched her bra, baby blue and tight against her body, hugging her plump slit firmly. A little black bow sat center stage on the waistband.

Jaune kicked off his shoes and pulled down his pants, leaving him in nothing but his boxer-briefs and socks. Weiss gently caressed her body, a sensual touch as she slowly turned and showed off her entire physique. Jaune hummed as her sculpted ass gifted his eyes and when she shook her hips side to side, he had a mad desire to spank that jiggling flesh.

There was a sound in the hallway and they both froze. Jaune strained his ears and heard the familiar sound of shoes against the hard polished floor, and knew that the doctor was near. His erection was at full attention, attempting to tear through his underwear.

“They’re coming,” he hissed, and Weiss quickly darted out from behind the curtain and over to her own partition. She looked hilarious, dressed in nothing but her cute underwear and her school shoes, slipping behind the curtain moments before the door opened.

“Sorry about the delay,” the older woman said, striding into the room, her red hair pulled up into a messy bun. She glanced up from her tablet and noticed they were both separated and from her angle, undressed. “Eager to get this over and done with, I see. Good. I am Doctor Sangria, and I will be performing your physical examinations today. Who wants to go first?”

Jaune made sure to angle his body away so she couldn’t see his raging boner, wishing the ground would swallow him up to save him the embarrassment. There was no way she wouldn’t notice it if he went first. He didn’t want to toot his own horn but he wasn’t small. Even if he had been, it would be readily visible. Someone of his size had no chance.

“I shall like to go first,” Weiss called.

Doctor Sangria nodded. “Certainly. Ms. Schnee, yes? Come and stand over here – oh, and remove your shoes and socks.”

He couldn’t see what was going on other than the vague silhouettes through the curtain. For the next half an hour, the Doctor went through a wide variety of tests with Weiss and it gave Jaune ample time for his arousal to settle and his cock to shrink back down. Desire still curled in his belly and his balls felt slighted, annoyed at him for being denied but there wasn’t anything to be done about it. It wasn’t his fault!

They didn’t care, a dull ache persisting as he waited for his turn to be seen.

“Now then, Mr. Arc,” Doctor Sangria said as she stepped around his curtain. “Sorry for the wait. Ms. Schnee, you may dress and leave.”

First she weighed him and then measured his height, and various parts of his body, the length and width of his arms and legs, his chest, waist and hips. He was a little heavier than before and had grown by an inch since his last check up, and had increased in general size due to muscle mass. She looked into his eyes, ears, nose and throat, took his temperature, and then held a stethoscope on his chest to hear his heart and breathing, then moved it lower across his belly. Then he sat on the bed and he was subjected to every test known to man. The doctor took his blood pressure, oxygen levels, he blew into a tube to test his lung capacity, and he was given an object to squeeze to evaluate his grip strength. His reflexes were tested and Jaune jumped whenever the little rubber hammer tapped his knee.

“I will now touch you with my hands,” she informed him and he nodded, knowing what came next.

The doctor then checked him for lumps or any unusual growths, palms running across his body and fingers pressing here and there. Jaune fought off the desire to squirm when she delved beneath his arms, a little ticklish under his armpits. When that was done, the worst was about to begin.

Swabbing his inner elbow with a cleansing wipe, she tightened a strap around his upper arm and prepared a needle. It was time to take his blood.

He hated this part!

Jaune steadfastly looked away, focusing on the curtain. He could no longer see Weiss’ silhouette meaning that she had already left. There was a quick prick, a few seconds as his blood was drawn and then she was placing a strip across the hole to stop any residual bleeding.

“And we are now done,” Doctor Sangria smiled at him as she wrote down a few things and then placed a sticker around the tube of blood she had taken from him. Putting it and his form inside a plastic sleeve, she was done. “You’ll be contacted with your results when they are complete but everything else seems to be in order. You are in good health.”

That was always a relief to hear, even if he hadn’t believed anything was wrong with him.

“You may dress and go. Thank you for your patience.”

When Jaune stepped out, he saw that Weiss hadn’t returned to class yet but was instead waiting for him.

“Hey, you’re still here,” he greeted and then yelped when she rushed forward, grabbed his hand and began marching him down the hall. “Woah, wait, Weiss – what’s going on?”

She looked at him over her shoulder, eyes full of fire. “You’ve got something to take care of, mister. Something hot and sticky to help relieve and I am not waiting any longer.”

“We still have class!”

Weiss scoffed. “That means our rooms will be empty. Are you really going to leave me like this?”

Excitement raced up his spine, lust quickly reigniting as she tugged him along. Blood quickly swelled in his loins until he was rock hard and aching, his previously denied balls thumping with anticipation. Weiss pulled him across campus hurriedly and they practically sprinted up the stairs, racing for their rooms. Since Weiss was leading him, she directed them to her room, forcing him against the door and kissing him furiously. Her lips were soft and blazing, her tongue slick as it slipped into his mouth. They almost fell as the door opened, slamming shut behind them as they pawed at each other's bodies with an intensity that left them breathless.

Several of his buttons went flying as she tore open his shirt after yanking his vest up over his head, her lips immediately sealing over one of his nipples. He hissed and tugged her skirt off so he could squeeze and grope her bubble butt, fingers sinking in deliciously. Weiss moaned as he mauled her twin cheeks, pulling them apart before slapping them roughly. She bit his nipple in response, soothing it with her hot tongue.

“More,” she growled. “I need more.”

Their clothes went flying in all directions, and Jaune couldn’t stop touching her smooth, soft skin. His palms glided up and down her sides, tracing her ribs and caressing her hip bone, giving it a tender squeeze. Weiss rolled her belly against him, brushing his straining, trapped erection.

“Get those off,” she demanded, ripping at his underwear until his cock sprung free. Jaune groaned as her tiny hand encircled the base, squeezing hard. “Ooo, I forgot how heavy it was.”

When her bra fell away, his member swelled even further, flexing in her grip. His eyes feasted on her small breasts, perfectly proportioned with tiny, pink nipples and areola. When his fingers lightly pinched and rolled her nipples, Weiss arched her back and mewled, tightening her already firm hold on his member.

“Jaune,” she panted, biting her lip. “M-My nipples are sensitive. Be gentle.”

Pre-cum leaked from the tip of his dick, running down his shaft and wetting her hand. Taking hold of her breasts, he massaged them in a vaguely circular motion, her twin peaks pebbled against his palms. Her tits were soft with a light firmness, perky and cute. Weiss shuddered and writhed beneath his attention, and she spun around so her back was to him, her panty clad ass pressing back onto his cock as he cupped her tits from behind.

It was similar to their time in the forest and he squeezed her tits harder, pulling at them as she rolled her waist and stroked his length with her plump ass. Weiss moaned sweetly as he rubbed and tweaked her nipples until they throbbed between his fingers, flushed bright red from his attention. Her voice rose in pitch, almost mewling as she worked her hips furiously, her panties bunching up between her firm ass cheeks as she rubbed him.

“Oh Jaune,” she sung, her head falling back to rest on his chest. “Mm – ahn, your hands feel so good. Oooh, I can feel it down here,” her hands roamed down and cupped her belly, fingers tracing circles around her belly button. “Mmhn~! I can f-feel in deep in here.”

But unlike in the forest, he didn’t want to finish like this. He was worked up beyond belief, on a knife’s edge and when he cum, he wanted it to be after his cock had taken its fill of her tight, writhing pussy.

Weiss must have felt the same way. Slipping her fingers into the waistband of her panties, she wiggled her hips side to side as she peeled them down her thighs. They fluttered down between her legs, sodden and ruined, and Jaune was seized by madness.

His arms encircled her waist and he lifted her without effort, manhandling her small, lithe body with ease. Weiss squealed as he directed her over towards one of the beds until her knees rested on the mattress. The upper bunk loomed above them as he adjusted his stance, lining his pelvis up with her ass as he kept her warm back against his chest. Then his fat glans pressed against the springy softness of her labia. Weiss tensed.

“Is this what you want?” he whispered hotly in her ear, and she shivered all the way from the tips of her toes to the top of her head.

“Yesss,” she panted, wriggling against him. One of his large hands settled on her hip, fingers curling around her hip bone while the other slid up between her cute breasts, splayed on her sternum. “Mmmnh – I want it. Jaune, I – it’s my first time.”

Her voice was equal parts lustful and shy. Jaune nipped at her ear and she inhaled sharply before sighing, her head lolling back.

“I’ll be gentle,” he promised but she shook her head.

“Be rough with me,” Weiss ordered – and her wish was his command.

He pressed his hips forward but his cock was too thick, her entrance snug and tight. It slid forward and up along her slit, swiping over her pebbled clit. Weiss mewled and reached down, stroking his feverish flesh as he pulled back. This time she helped direct him, keeping him steady as he thrust forward. Weiss cooed sweetly as he popped inside her hot pussy, stretching her tender flesh as he burrowed ever deeper.

Jaune couldn’t help but compare her with Pyrrha, his balls tightening as he continued to slide into her slick, sticky vagina. Pyrrha’s entrance had been tighter but as he sunk further and further into Weiss’ slender, sexy body, he found that the deeper he went, the more snug and narrow her tunnel was. Her inner walls contracted with every breath she took, her gasping moans coiling her folds around his member, almost stroking him with her insides. When he bottomed out, pelvis flush against her bubble butt, the tip of his dick tickling the fleshy cap of her cervix, she sobbed in delight.

Her folds also felt more textured, bumpy almost – he had noticed that when he fingered her. But Pyrrha had felt plumper, and hotter. Her body temperature had been scorching while Weiss felt more comforting, warm, inviting him in. Pyrrha’s cervix had been firmer, harder – the pleasure sharp as he grinded against it, her pussy a little shallower. Weiss was deeper and as he bumped against the mouth to her womb, it felt softer with a little more give. The pleasure at the tip was more of a tickle, a promise.

“Nnnnngh – it’s so big,” Weiss whined, shaking as her body clutched around his invading member desperately. “Oooohh, J-Jaaaune, hmmm – m-move~! I – fuck me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Jaune pulled out slowly, groaning as her folds tugged along his glans, refusing to give up their hold. Then he thrust forward, his pelvis slapping against her meaty butt audibly, her entire body rocking as he hilted his cock to the base. Weiss squealed, throbbing around him and wanting to feel more, he repeated the process again, and again and again.

The tempo of his thrusts gained speed, his cock flexing against her core. The most lovely sounds spilled from her lips, desperate cries and needy moans as he plundered her pussy with long, deep shots. Her essence spilled out over his pistoning shaft, drenching his tight balls and thighs. Her musky scent quickly filled the room, consuming him.

“Yes, yes, nnnnhg – yes, right there, oh fuck me right there,” she keened with every deep shot to her cervix. “Oh Jaune, your cock feels so good. Mmm – I love your cock.”

Jaune licked her neck, showering her soft skin with kisses and bites. One of her arms bent back and her fingers thread through his hair, tightening painfully as he rutted into her.

“Fuck, Weiss,” he panted against her neck, sinking his teeth in harder until her skin reddened and purpled with his teeth marks. “Oh – your pussy is so good. So tight and wet, fuck.”

Her vagina tightened further before releasing him, and he realized that she was tensing and squeezing her abs, controlling her inner muscles to stroke him.

“Who feels better?” she hissed, continuing to squeeze and release as he thrust furiously into her tight embrace. Wet smacks gained in intensity, their skin sticking together. “Mmm – my pussy is better, right? I fuck better?”

Jaune tightened his hold on her breast, mauling it savagely as she whimpered. The base of his cock felt tight, something hot and heavy brewing as the cum churned in his balls, ready for release. Their damn competition only stoked his lust to further heights, his hips snapping against her harder, uncontrolled.

“What if I said I like her pussy better?” he growled, thrusting savagely. Weiss cried out, eyes rolling. “What if I said she fucks better? That Pyrrha is number one?”

Her fingers pulled at his hair, almost to the point of tearing it out of his scalp. Jaune groaned in a mixture of arousal and pain, the hand on her hip sliding across to her tummy and tugging her back every time he pounded into her.

“Uhnnn – t-then I’ll fuck you until you – ahn~! – stop lying~!” Weiss grew taut in his arms, lithe muscle hard and stretched as her mouth fell open in ecstasy. “Oooh, I – oh, I’m going to – hnnnngggg~!”

Her climax was sudden and brutal, Jaune swearing as her pussy gripped him like a vice. The pleasure was blinding as he continued to thrust as her orgasming pussy erupted in a series of erratic contractions, milking him powerfully as she shattered in his arms.

Three, four, five – and then he was done, Jaune growling deep in his chest as his shaft tensed, cock jerking furiously as he fired hot, fat streaks of semen deep into her clutching pussy. Weiss mewled as his velvet heat splashed into her, body jolting as he deposited his load directly into her womb. Jaune pressed his hips against her with every shot, packing her deep until his balls finished jumping, their payload delivered.

Cover in sweat, they fell forward together, a mess of limbs, his cock still buried in her quivering quim. When he pulled out, she moaned in disappointment, a gush of cum squirting from her gaping hole before she tightened up, spilling down over her thigh and onto the blanket. They panted together for several long moments, catching their breath.

“The bed is wet,” she mumbled.

Jaune could feel it, sticking to his legs uncomfortably. The room reeked of sex and when he glanced around, he noticed something. The bunk above his head was being held up by books, not rope.

This wasn’t Weiss’ bed.

“Uh...”

Weiss turned and curled around him, her body still twitching in the aftermath of her climax.

“Hm?” she gazed at him with hooded satisfied eyes. “What is it?”

“This is Blake’s bed.”

Weiss stared at him.

This wasn’t her bed. They’d just fucked on Blake’s bed.

Her lips twitched and then suddenly she was laughing, a full bellied laugh that he had never heard her make before. Jaune stared as she completely lost it, her freshly fucked body shaking as she laughed and laughed, and then Jaune was joining her, her laughter infectious.

They needed to clean up this mess or Blake would kill them, but for now – they simply laughed.