The Temptation 031 (Patreon)

Jaune fought weakly but the effort was futile, his mind consumed with desire as she removed his clothes. His armor clattered to the ground, her claws tearing through the material of his jeans, his shirt. The other Grimm watched on silently, a sea of white faced statues with blazing red eyes.

“Stop,” he struggled but she was too strong, too beautiful. Her breasts shook as she manhandled him, her dusky nipples perky and alluring. He felt his heart jack hammering against his ribcage, his cock swelling as her sweet scent rendered him senseless.

Her skin was impossibly soft, her hands gliding across his chest, his stomach. Her sharp claws traced patterns upon him; claws capable of rending flesh, gentle as she caressed him. Jaune shivered, her laugh both cruel and sensual, her teeth latching onto his shoulder. Sharp and dangerous, they threatened to pierce his skin.

It was both a warning and a preview of things to come.

He groaned when she palmed his cock, gripping him powerfully. It strained against her hold, harder than it had ever been in his life. The tip was already wet and leaking, the head slick with pre-cum. She stroked him firmly, pleasure sparking through his cock and settling in his balls.

“Yes,” she hissed in his ear. She nipped the lobe, drawing blood. “Give in to me.”

The world shifted and he was on the ground, the smooth stone cold against his back. She mounted him effortlessly, fluidly kneeling with her knees on either side of his hips. Jaune watched in both arousal and horror as the smooth section of skin between her legs parted, a seam of flesh pulling apart like a grotesque smile. He wanted to scream but suddenly her lips were on his, swallowing his shout as she pressed her body against him.

She was warm and soft, her breasts wonderful against his chest. Her lithe muscles roiled beneath her milk pale skin, the black veins darkening as her lust spiked. She plundered his mouth relentlessly, her tongue domineering. Pain bloomed on his lip as she savaged it.

His hands fisted against the ground, trembling. Desire warred with common sense, on two opposite sides. His mind screamed at him to reach for his sword and end it, to plunge the blade deep into her heart. Stab and twist, ripping a jagged wound wide across her torso. Do it, do it now! Instead, they latched onto her perfect hips and squeezed, hard and rough. His fingers dug in powerfully, forearms bulging and on a normal woman, it would have caused pain.

The Grimm laughed, low and dark. Jaune trembled at the sound.

Something was touching his length, a foreign sensation. When the Grimm pulled away, he saw. Tendrils slid from inside her newly formed slit, clinging to his shaft with hundreds of sticky strands. His cock throbbed, Jaune giving a moan of pleasure as his sensitivity shot through the roof.

“What a wonderful specimen,” she cooed, raking his chest. Not hard enough to tear his flesh but enough to raise red welts in her wake. “It has been too long. Much too long.”

The tendrils tugged at him, pulling his cock until it stood upright, positioned perfectly beneath her waiting crotch. It dripped on him, thick streams of lubricant that only increased the feeling in his cock. Jaune writhed. Just the movement had his balls pounding, the cold air almost painful against this new ultra sensitivity. His length swelled further still, larger and harder than he thought possible. Her smile was the last thing he saw before his vision turned white, his cock enveloped in liquid fire.

Jaune screamed as his body grew taut with pleasure so great it hurt, his balls draining endlessly.

He jerked awake in a flash, almost flying up off the bed. For a brief moment in time, he thought he was being attacked, unable to move. Jaune struggled and kicked until his mind caught up with him, heart racing in fear and panic. When it did, he sagged back against the mattress, body tangled in his sheets and blanket.

He had the worst case of morning wood, his cock pounding between his legs. It screamed for release and when Jaune finally escaped the hold of his blankets, he pulled down his pants to reveal his throbbing erection. It pulsed furiously, flushed bright red and leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. It looked like he had been fucking for hours but that wasn’t the case, not at all.

That Grimm... it had...

He almost couldn’t believe it. Finally he had the answers he had been seeking, and they were more terrible than he ever imagined. It seemed ludicrous, completely unbelievable...

Why had she done that? For what purpose? Grimm did not mate. What would ever drive a Grimm, no matter how human-like in appearance to do what it did?

His body felt hot, sluggish. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he tore off his pajamas until he was completely naked. His skin was slick with sweat, muscles bulging like he’d been recently lifting weights. The veins in his arms stood out prominently, vascular. Jaune staggered to his feet.

He was about to cross the room to the bathroom when he heard a feminine whimper.

Jaune turned and froze in shock, watching as Nora furiously fingered her gushing twat. So caught in her own pleasure, she hadn’t noticed him yet, hand clapping lewdly against her mons. Back arched off her bed, her breasts shook as she moaned and mewled. The thick scent of her arousal filled the room and Jaune felt his cock pulse. It wanted to jump right in between her legs.

There was a moment of madness where he seriously thought about it. He could simply touch her deliciously thick thigh, spread her legs further and hilt his angry erection in one swift thrust. He could fuck her furiously, without restraint and muffle her pleading cries with his mouth. Her pussy was pretty and pink, ginger hair trimmed neatly in a simple stripe. Her breasts were large, pale and capped with puffy nipples. She looked so sexy, free of any inhibitions. Short and small like Ruby and Weiss, but with the aggressive curves of Yang.

She would be a magnificent fuck. He’d fuck her again and again until his hips gave out. He knew how endless her energy was. Jaune would rut into her for hours, emptying his balls into her fertile womb until it bloated, over-packed with semen. Until there wasn’t a chance she wasn’t pregnant, birth control or not.

Then he thought of Ren.

The bathroom door slammed as he rushed inside. He heard Nora give a choked off scream of fright but he didn’t care, stepping into the shower. Ice cold spray hit him in the face but it did little to cool him down. He was surprised he didn’t see steam come off his skin, he felt so damn hot. His erection didn’t flag at all. It continued to pound and leak between his legs, swaying as held his face under the shower head.

What the hell had he been thinking?

He pressed his body against the cold tile, cock trapped between it and his overheated body. It throbbed angrily at his attempt to quash it, remaining hard and ready.

It wasn’t that he didn’t find Nora attractive. He did – oh boy, did he ever. Back at Beacon, it had been tough living alongside two girls that he wasn’t related to. He may have grown up around seven sisters and had seen more than he had ever wanted to, but Pyrrha and Nora were different. Pyrrha had been tall and muscular, built powerfully yet still retaining her femininity. Nora had been short but stacked, her chest large and hips wide, thighs plump in a way that had nothing to do with being unfit.

They’d both been out of his league but it hadn’t stopped him from fantasizing. Weiss may have been the object of his love, but that didn’t mean he was blind to those around him. Nora had starred in more than a few private sessions of his.

But that was all it would ever be. Fantasies.

Because she was Ren’s girl.

Jaune groaned into the wall before pushing off. The cold water wasn’t working.

Gripping the base of his shaft, he gave his cock an angry shake. It was curved and hard as steel, at full mast. Stroking his length, he exhaled heavily. Pleasure sparked in his stomach, igniting in flame. He stroked it with every quickening need.

Why was she doing that in their room? She must have known he was in bed and yet she was fingering herself in plain sight, seemingly uncaring of being caught. Who would do such a thing?

Yang would.

Jaune hissed as he focused on the glans, rubbing his fat crown furiously. Now that he thought it, he couldn’t forget it. Yang had done the same thing. That had also happened right after he had a dream about the womanly Grimm. Was it connected?

It had to be.

But how? How could his dream have caused this?

No matter how hard he tugged at his cock, he drew no closer to relief. His hand glided up and down, twisting around the head on the upstroke. It felt good. He knew all his weak spots, knew exactly how to make it feel the best it could be. But his cock refused to yield. It wasn’t his hand that it wanted.

Jaune froze as someone knocked on the bathroom door.

“J-Jaune?” Nora called out, voice uncharacteristically weak. “Are you... are you okay?”

He didn’t answer.

“You... you saw, didn’t you?”

He wasn’t used to hearing her sound so vulnerable, so exposed.

“I’m – I don’t know what came over me,” she said haltingly. “I – I shouldn’t have been doing that with you in the room. I’m – I’m sorry, I was just...” she trailed off.

The sound of the shower was all he could hear, and the pounding of his heart.

“...I was just so horny,” she finally admitted quietly. So quiet that he was surprised he heard it at all.

“I’m okay,” he said. “I’m just… feeling a little hot.”

He waited with baited breath.

He wanted nothing more for her to open the door. He hadn’t locked it in his haste. All she had to do was turn the knob and the last of his restraint would snap. He’d bend her over the sink and take her from behind, watching her face unravel in ecstasy in the mirror as he pounded her pussy into submission. He would spank that meaty ass of hers until it was red raw then soothe her hurt with his tongue. He’d make her howl and beg for more, and he would be all too willing to obey.

Consequences be damned.

The seconds ticked by, agonizingly long.

“Okay,” she finally said. “I... I’m going to the gym.”

The air rushed out of his lungs as she retreated from the door. He listened carefully. A couple of minutes later, he heard the muffled sound of their dorm room door opening and closing.

“Fuck,” he swore.

He felt low.

He felt like complete garbage.

Guilt did what the icy shower and his hand couldn’t. Jaune braced his arms against the wall as his hard-on shrunk, the fire in his blood doused. The cold slammed into him like a ton of bricks and he hastily turned up the heat. Shivering and miserable, he washed up before stepping out. Grabbing a towel off the rack, he wiped down before hesitating at the door.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door.

Their room was empty.

“Thank god,” he muttered.

He dressed slowly.

His date with Yang wasn’t until later in the day, so he had time to kill. He couldn’t go to the gym, that was where Nora had gone but he needed to vent. He was pent up in more ways than one and needed a safe outlet. If he couldn’t lift weights and run until his legs failed, then he would train until he dropped.

When he arrived at the training facilities, he did his best to ignore the spot on the floor he had fucked Ruby rotten. Just his luck, he had picked the room where they’d been intimate. He could have turned around and picked another room but running away from a memory seemed a little pathetic. It looked like any other patch of flooring but he knew exactly where he had taken her. Normally, he would have invited the thought. Right now, he didn’t want to think about sex or any of his lovely friends.

He just wanted to swing his sword.

So that is what he did.

He returned to the basics. He didn’t need that old precious recording anymore. He knew her words by heart. Pyrrha’s voice filtered through his mind as he adopted a common stance, deploying his shield. He moved through the first set of strikes, keeping his movements tightly controlled. Crocea Mors hummed through the air, deadly sharp.

He continued this way, over and over again. When he exhausted his patience with the old routine, he began another. Soon enough, his arm and shoulder burned, his core muscles ached. He never felt fatigue, though. Not truly. No matter how hard and fast he swung his sword, no matter how he increased the tempo of his footwork, his breathing remained even. His heart thudded rapidly yet never out of control, perfectly in sync with his movements.

Jaune was on the battlefield again. Harriet had been right to be surprised. He had never moved so well before, with such skill and precision. The Grimm had been at his mercy in a way that felt foreign. He had improved so much since Beacon, it was true. But in that street, for the first time, Jaune had felt like he was truly a huntsman. That he had finally caught up to his friends.

But that wasn’t nearly enough. There were still Grimm out there that he couldn’t handle. That Alpha Megoliath – his semblance had been able to repel it but it had left him defenseless, drained of aura. Then there was...

Jaune swung harder until the sweat trickled down his brow.

That Grimm had done something to him. More than just... he had been raped, hadn’t he? It was a weird thing to admit, even in his own mind. But that is exactly what happened, wasn’t it? He didn’t want to have sex with a Grimm. It had violated him.

So why wasn’t he as upset and horrified as he should be?

He remembered that amongst the fear and terror, he had felt desire. He didn’t want to fuck a Grimm but a part of him had wanted to fuck her. It hadn’t mattered that she could rip his throat out with a mere flex of her fingers or jaw, or that she wasn’t even a human being or faunus. As much as he was scared, he was also aroused.

It wasn’t normal behavior.

Some Grimm had special abilities. While a Beowolf or Ursa only had their teeth and claws, other Grimm had much more at their disposal. The Nevermore during initiation had been able to fire its feathers like massive harpoons. Deathstalkers were venomous. The Wyvern that attacked Beacon had been able to spawn more Grimm with its very blood, the creatures crawling from the tar-like substance by the dozens. The scream of the Nuckelavee had felt like more than just a simple scream. It had wormed its way inside and invoked a level of terror that rendered you frozen.

Then there was the Apathy.

Jaune had never met one but Ruby and Weiss had shared their experiences at Brunswick Farms. The cellar full of Apathy Grimm with their haunting shrieks had rendered them defenseless. It stripped you of your willpower. A powerful ability, one that nullified humanity's greatest asset. For if not for willpower, would people have been able to continually stand against the never ending tide of Grimm throughout the centuries? It was the backbone of everything they did as a species. Not just humans but faunus. Without it, would they have learned to harness dust to fight back the darkness? Would they have been able to erect great cities as a bulwark against such malice incarnate?

Jaune didn’t think so.

An Apathy targeted their greatest strength. Surely there were other Grimm that held similar abilities? Had this womanly Grimm used such a thing on him? Bewitched him with a power unseen? Had her voice invoked lust at a mere whisper?

Or was he just making excuses?

“Hah!” he grunted, bringing his sword down in an overhead strike. Pivoting on his lead foot, he spun around and lashed out with his shield. His imaginary opponent reeled from the blow and he followed up, feet light as he executed a series of slashes.

The more he discovered about what happened to him in that mine shaft, the more he wished he hadn’t.

“Jaune?”

He blinked, turning to see that he was no longer alone. Green eyes watched him curiously, set in the cute face of Penny Polendina.

“Penny?” he said before noticing she wasn’t alone.

As usual, Winter Schnee stood at attention. Arms folded behind her back, she watched him with the same open curiosity displayed by Penny.

“Hard at work, I see,” she commented.

“Er – yeah, I guess so,” he said lamely. Now that he had stopped moving, he could feel every inch of his drenched clothes. He was saturated in sweat. When he checked his scroll, he was surprised to find that two hours had passed since he had begun practicing his forms.

Time had flown by.

“Your commitment is commendable,” Winter said. “But you shouldn’t overwork yourself. That benefits no one.”

That was her roundabout way of telling him to take a break.

“Right,” he said, sheathing his sword. His hand felt a little stiff from gripping the handle for so long. He stretched out his fingers, wincing as they protested the action. Even with his gloves, his palm felt a little raw. “Were you looking for me?”

“Nope!” Penny butt in before Winter could answer, rocking back and forth upon the balls of her feet. “We are simply running a routine inspection of the school. In case of you-know-what from you-know-who.”

Jaune laughed as she gave him an exaggerated wink. They were preparing for Cinder.

“Something is bothering you,” Winter stated frankly. She could be remarkably like her sister in this way. “Do you wish to speak about it?”

Not really – at least, not about all of it.

“I’ve regained more of my memories – from when I was hurt,” he explained. Winter hummed, showing she understood. “They are... more disturbing than what I was expecting.”

“The Grimm you told the General about.”

“He told you?”

He wasn’t surprised, not really. The Ace-Ops knew about it, so why wouldn’t Winter? She was his right hand; his most trusted confidant.

Winter nodded. “Yes – the one in the guise of a human woman. I must admit that I found the report concerning. To find out there are more humanoid Grimm than just Salem – it does not bode well.”

That was one way of putting it.

Salem was once a woman; a human woman. Cursed with immortality, she had thrown herself into the pool of destruction, hoping to die. She had come out a changed being. Did that mean this mystery Grimm was also once a human? Or even faunus? But as far as Jaune knew, Salem only survived because of the curse the Gods had punished her with.

Whatever the case, Jaune didn’t want to tell anyone about what had truly happened. He really wasn’t sure how they would react to it but he knew that eventually, he must. At the very least, Ironwood needed to know.

But he wasn’t looking forward to that conversation. Winter would find out from the General but that was better than Jaune telling her himself. Awkward was an understatement.

“Well – one problem at a time, right?” he tried to sound upbeat but it just fell flat. “How are things going with your – er, with Jacques?”

“You needn’t temper your words,” Winter said seriously. “He is my father, as loath as I am to claim him as such. Facts do not care for one's feelings, however.” She sighed, looking away at something only she could see. “We are combing through every transaction and business deal that the Schnee Dust Company has been involved in since before the Vytal Festival. While we believe his arrangement with Arthur Watt’s was a recent dealing, the council wants a full investigation into any misconduct that may have contributed to the events in Mantle and... Vale, even if unrelated to Arthur himself.”

“They think there is more?”

“Oh, certainly,” she replied confidently. “There is always more. I doubt very much that it will be directly connected to Salem but at this point, it is less about that and more about building a case against my father. The more they uncover about his shady business dealings, the stronger any charges brought against him will be. The more evidence of wrongdoing we find, the better. Even if it is all unconnected. It’s a long time coming, truth be told. He has gotten away with much over the years. Now it is coming back to bite him.”

In short, he was going away for a very long time.

It couldn’t have happened to a more deserving person.