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Yang walked around the city, bored, alone, and looking for fun. Blake was doing unrequired reading on a book that she didn’t allow anyone to see the cover of, Weiss was studying for a minor quiz two weeks ahead of time, and Ruby was being forced to study for said minor quiz under the pitiful guise of, ‘raising her grades’. The fact of the matter was that it was a quiz on weapon forging, and Ruby had already finished most of the course during class, and had seen fit to endlessly pester their new teacher with questions and pictures of weapons that she had found on the dustnet. It was role reversal in a way, with Ruby having to help Weiss with the simplest of concepts on forging and caring for her weapon. While Ruby meant well, this had included a seven hour course in lubrication, in which Weiss had to be reminded to wipe the drool from her mouth on more than one occasions as she watched Ruby lovingly stroke her scythe, and Ruby had to be reminded to stop rubbing against the blade in odd places that a young lady of 19 should never do, especially if they wanted to keep themselves in less than two parts.
The JNPR squad was in a similar predicament, except far more sexually charged. At least if such a thing could occur. Boys were known to cry while around Jaune at great lengths, and were unintelligible except for the words, ‘dense motherfucker’. Boys were known to cry around Ren as well, but mostly out of pity. The poor quiet boy had been in the infirmary five times in the last week with a broken hip. A broken hip with a young man who did little more than read, surf the internet, and make pancakes to appease an angry god. Ren had also become adept at repairing beds. Not just because Nora had broken his hips in vigorous sex, but because he also liked the peace and calm of the activity. It paid better than expected, as Nora was not the only energized huntress at Beacon.
So Yang was left to walk around the city. Bored, alone, and looking for fun. Not necessarily of the deviant kind, but she was no stranger to such pastimes. At least in the sense that she had read a few of Blake and Ruby’s shared collection of ‘filth’, been on the internet more than once, and had gone to school. That is to say, next to none in person. While her reputation circled the bowl of the toilet, and was kept afloat only by the fact that no one actually had proof she was a whore or slut, and she had never even had so much as a boyfriend at Beacon, they were all pretty sure that she was. Even her poor father was affected, unable to look at porn sites, for fear that he would one day find Yang in a video or ad from the constant whispers he heard from his coworkers and students.
Taiyang was correct not to look at porn for fear of seeing his daughter, but his assumption on which one had been misplaced like a sock in a laundry basket. A rising new cam star that only did streams in the dead of night with a beowolf mask may or may not have had a signature mole on her right hip, one that was clearly present when she was nearing climax, and moved her hips closer to the camera to get a better view of the scythe and her sex. She did not do so to pay her way through Beacon, as that was covered by Vale’s government and a contract that bound her after she left. She did so to back her growing cookie addiction. One that had been kindled by Professor Goodwitch, and that had only grown stronger under personal student-teacher meetings. Strawberries had been nothing more than a passing fad.
Yang was the least interesting of her peers. Her grades were slightly above average, which was always the actual average. She went to a few parties, but not enough to be called anything more than a casual partier. Whereas at Signal she had ruled in hell as a kickass big sister, now, she served in heaven as a boring older sister at Beacon. Some yearn to be interesting and cool, unique and flamboyant. But Yang had stagnated at Beacon, paralyzed with the daunting task of having a personality and character. To her, large breasts, toned thighs, and an attractive face were not a personality, although some men (and women) might disagree. She might have the facade of strength and flamboyance, but when that strength is questioned by the most minor of trivialities, and she is unable to back up her flamboyance with little more than a bite...
This is exactly why she stepped into a bar.
This was not a first time event, of course. Her hunt for Raven had dulled at Beacon, with her unable to travel as freely, but she still went around from time to time to hear any rumors and to talk. But this was the first time she did so not to gather information, but to drink away her sorrows. Not even Junior had the heart to kick her out of his bar as she sat down on the stool, ordering a long island iced tea. Yang had heard, but had not been told, that it was the fastest way to get drunk. She planned to put this to the test.
Junior returned with the drink, setting it on the counter for Yang and leaving to deal with a customer before she had a chance to talk to him. He pitied the brawler, but also had a modicum of self preservation.
So she stared at the wall of drinks behind the counter, counting them as she pitied herself for being alone on a Friday night, despite the fact that there were any number of people that either inconspicuously or conspicuously glanced over at her and were willing to talk her, if only because they were interested in the girl that had been on the news so much. All they had to do was work up the courage to sit next to her and strike up a conversation. Unfortunately, huntresses had a not unfounded reputation for breaking their partner’s hips, and so none of the men broke out of their own drunken circle of friends to attempt to arouse an interest.
Yang downed the liquid personality quickly, the alcohol leaving a burning taste in her mouth that slowly began to override the taste of the drink. Already she could feel a buzz and she was only at one drink. She called for another, waiting impatiently as Junior gave her another. Yang downed the next even more quickly, her brain becoming fuzzy. Almost no one is this much of a lightweight, especially not someone endowed with aura, and so Junior figured she was playing it up to try and attract a man. No man was actually stupid enough to try and take advantage of her, especially in that state. They figured the same thing as Junior, that she was laying bait, and would rip them in half the second they tried anything funny. Literally.
So when she passed out on the counter after six drinks, they were all taken aback.
In most circumstances when a lone patron fell asleep, Junior would gently wake them, ask them to pay their tab, and leave. If they were too drunk to walk, he would call a cab and have them leave that way. Junior was neither stupid enough to call the police on Yang Xiao-long, nor dumb enough to wake her up. Extensive surgery had been required to fix his family jewels downstairs, as well as his testicles. Revenge may be on a stupid person’s mind, but not his.
So he tsked, and told Melania and Miltia to come out of the shadows and watch the girl. He could see revenge in their eyes, and threatened to take away their boy toy if they pulled anything funny. Although begrudgingly, they watched Yang while Junior took a call.
The scroll rang once, twice, and was picked up on the third ring.
“Hi, I got a new scroll. Who is this?”
“It’s me.” Junior sighed again.
“I’ll come pick her up.” Jaune said after a moment. The scroll clicked off.
Junior did not ask questions like, “Why does Cinder place this weedy ass kid higher on the totem pole than me?” or, “Why do Melania and Miltia like this guy so much?”, because he is not stupid. He may have lost a few family heirlooms in his basement and several million sperm to Yang, but he would be toast (literally in Cinder’s case) or stabbed (in Roman’s case) if he were to ask too many questions.
Finding Yang in one piece and untouched, he relieved the Malachite sisters of their duty. Not that he could actually fulfill the threat he had placed of removing their boy toy, given that it was Jaune, but they didn’t have to know that.
Approximately twenty minutes later the blonde arrived with an apologetic smile at his side.
“Sorry sir. Hope she didn’t cause too much damage.” He said, half joking and half not.
“Not this time. Would you mind…”
Jaune nodded. “Nope. Not at all. I owe her one anyway. Let me know if there’s anything else I need to cover, Mr. Xiong.” He said, slipping his scroll across to be scanned for the bill.
Jaune was the first person to show Junior genuine respect. His henchman feared him, but they didn’t really respect him. And asking for respect from his superiors would get him killed. Most of the customers were assholes, and while he had never talked to Jaune before, he already knew that Jaune was a better man than him.
He slid the scroll back across without scanning. “It’s on the house. Piece of advice for your lady friend… don’t drink alone. Piece of advice for you, she’s desperate. If she’s willing to pass out drunk by herself, she’s willing to do a lot more interesting things than that, especially with that lack of gag reflex.”
Jaune was unsure how to handle this information, but he nodded as if he did anyway. “I’ll keep it in mind. Thank you, sir.”
“Any time.” Junior said, drying the inside of a glass with a rag that only made it dirtier.
With some amount of coaxing, Jaune helped Yang into a limping walk out of the nightclub, and into a waiting cab.
Jaune’s scroll dinged with a notification, and he checked it to see one from Pyrrha checking in on him. He’d left in a hurry and without much explanation, so it was only natural that she would ask. It was not as natural for her to spend over 40 minutes constructing and agonizing if the text, ‘u ok’ was too formal, not formal enough, and if it required an emoji. Such is the whims of young love.
She decided to forgo the emoji, and correct the spelling to, “You okay?” Jaune gave a little smile as he replied that he was, and that he would be staying the night in Vale at the Xe’s hotel, as no more bullheads were running. Pyrrha responded within the nanosecond, as she had been staring at her phone to ensure that all had gone well in the message being sent and received. She sighed in relief when she saw his response, but a blossom of doubt bloomed in her heart. He had been so vague about why he had left, was he seeing another girl? But if that was the case, why did he make a big deal of it? Maybe to ensure that she shouldn’t follow.
Pyrrha’s mind landed on the only logical and sane reasoning that she could come up with after a few minutes thought.
Jaune had been taken hostage by Cinder, and the hotel was the only clue that he could give on where he was. He was being seduced at that moment, Cinder having him strapped into a chair and whipped as he refused to give up the whereabouts of his friends (they were all at Beacon), or what their secret weapon was (they didn’t have one). All the while threatening him with a good time.
It should not need to be stated that this is not at all the case. And while Pyrrha may look and act mature, if she was, she would have trusted in her teammate instead of sneaking into the hangar to commandeer a bullhead, opening it with her semblance, and flying to Vale with the lights out and in pitch black.
For the sake of preserving Pyrrha’s image, we shall once again chalk up her actions to immaturity and young love. Because that is far better than calling her obsessive.
Although she could have been farther off the mark, as Jaune’s eye twitched at the single bed in the room. It was the only room that the hotel still had open, and even that was only because the receptionist thought that he was a ‘nice young man’ and that he had a ‘pretty little thing at his side’.
Jaune could see the keys to rooms with more than one bed hanging behind her. The number of beds was painted under the ‘NUMBER OF BEDS’ column in red ink, with a numbered key hanging off a hook next to it.
The universe was telling him one thing, and he knew exactly what it was telling him. If he didn’t, a supermassive black hole would have appeared where he stood from the immense density of his being. Remnant can thank Jaune’s lack of ineptness for their current state of not being crushed into a black hole, although no one will ever know or thank him for it.
There wasn’t even a couch for him to lay in. Just the mildly disturbing carpet that looked like it had been christened with soft drink on every square inch. The bed was sparkling clean in contrast, with what Jaune thought was a candy on the pillow. Upon further inspection, it was a condom. Laying down Yang on the covers as gently as he could, he dumped it into the trash can, and knew that the old lady’s wink after she said the room was ready was far too suggestive.
He stepped into the bathroom, turning on the faucet and splashing water on his face.
“Keep it together, Jaune. This is all almost over. Torchwick’s debts are nearly over, you’ve got money in the bank and… Pyrrha. We can definitely go out. Once this is all over. Once…”
He rubbed his eyes. Training with Pyrrha and appearing weaker than he was made it even more difficult than just fighting her to begin with. If she hadn’t been smitten with him, she definitely would have noticed the occasional slow hand or error. Not that he would have beaten her, at least not more than once by surprise.
It took a lot of effort not to ‘notice’ her advances, especially with the guys that were throwing him not daggers, but axes with their eyes. He would have to literally be blind to miss the ‘pin me down and fuck me’ shirt she wore when they were alone in the dorm. Pyrrha had progressed to the point that if she were not polite and Mistralian, he would have lost the pants in the relationship long ago, as well as the underwear.
He slightly thanked his cover story of being a lovable and well meaning dolt. It made some of his life harder, but it was easy to explain why he fell asleep in class, did poorly on tests, and had a habit of giving extremely good live advice. All part of the character that Roman had designed for him to fit in at Beacon without attracting much attention.
“I really hope my hips will be okay when we finally get together.” He said, wincing at the memory of Ren. The bed had not been broken, it was in splinters, and the students taking him to the infirmary all had the same look of pity on their face.
He made a mental reminder to look into both stronger beds, as well as convincing Pyrrha that he was really, really into missionary and not cowgirl, or any other position that meant he had a chance of being sent to the nurse’s office.
Jaune was still sweaty from the workout he had earlier from Pyrrha, as they had been interrupted during a break from Junior’s call. And while he had had the foresight to bring his own clothes, he had not brought any of Yang’s. Not that he reasonably could without attracting some questions that he did not want to answer. Both because he didn’t want to embarrass Yang, and because such questions might hurt Pyrrha’s feelings without him explaining why.
Which is something that he thought of as he removed his casual wear. Why didn’t he tell Pyrrha that he was picking up Yang from a bar? It’s not like it was uncommon for friends to do so, but for some reason, he hadn’t. Surely she was mature enough to handle that, right?
He made a note to do so after the shower. She would appreciate the candor. Sliding open the door, he began the usual process of adjusting the shower water between too hot, too cold, and absolutely none coming out until after flipping a hidden switch beneath the floorboards.
Jaune froze when something grasped his dick. His life flashed before his eyes, including the bit where he had made sure to lock the door.
“So this is what you’ll continue the bloodline with.” Raven mused, turning it this way and that. He moved to speak and she grasped his balls. Not tightly, but enough that he stood stock still, and that his mouth remained zipped shut. “Small, but I know better than to judge a man before he’s ready. Only the weak do that.”
She spat into her palm. Jaune’s member grew as she moved her hand back and forth. Any time that he tried to speak, she reminded him of his family heritage with a firm fondle. It did not take long for Raven’s hands to bring Jaune to full mast.
“Left curve, circumcised,” She emphasized, running the tip of her tongue across his cock and causing him to groan quietly, “large, and the most important thing. Strong. You’ll be a fitting mate for my offspring.”
“Who are you?” Jaune blurted out before she could react. She slowly pumped up and down, making sure to juggle the balls underneath as she looked at him curiously. The only thing of note Jaune could gather about her, was that she looked similar to Yang.
“She never mentioned me?” Raven asked, giving Jaune a brief reprieve.
“Um. She? Who is she?” He asked, staring at the hands that decided the fate of his children.
More color drained from Raven’s already pale and attractive face as she looked through the wall to where Yang was sleeping on the bed.
“You really don’t know who I am?” She asked, giving off a smile that looked more in league with a snake that is about to catch a mouse than a human’s.
“No?” Jaune said, recognizing the smile and fearing for his virginity and intact balls.
“So the girl in the next room, you haven’t had sex with her?”
“N-no. I haven’t.” Jaune stuttered. That was not part of his character, he actually did have a stutter, one he had worked quite hard to hide in his life.
“But you want to?” She asked, staring him in the eyes.
Jaune thought about the question.
“Not at the moment?” He responded in a far more high pitched tone than normal.
Raven hummed, ever so slightly twisting and rubbing the head of Jaune’s dick as she did.
“You two are sharing a room tonight.” She stated.
“Yes.”
“She is obviously incapacitated and looking to mate.”
“Yes?” Jaune answered, more unsure.
“You are currently taking a shower before ravaging her and forcing her to bear your kin in nine months time.”
“No.” He answered firmly this time. “A friend told me that Yang was at a bar and needed to be picked up and I did. But the Bullheads aren’t running right now, and so I had to take her here.”
Raven pondered, licking around the tip and cleaning it.
“Either you are telling the truth, and are the weakest man I know, or you’re trying to lie to me in order to gain the upper hand.”
“Upper hand in whaAAAAAAAAAAAAT?”
The shower had drowned out his voice as Raven started taking his full member in her mouth, bobbing all the while. Her gaze never left his face, and he did his best to keep his hands on the sink behind him instead of placing his hands on her head. He was totally and utterly out of control as her tongue did tricks he had never even conceived of before.
“I-I… I’m going to,” He came before finishing his sentence, blanketing her mouth in white. She gulped, sucking down the convulsions and more sperm, making sure that he was empty before releasing her lips with a pop.
“You’ve got quite a bit of sperm. For a weak man. Shame it had to go to waste, but this next time it won’t.”
“What do you mean by…”
They were in one of the many vacant rooms inside the hotel, and Raven was on top, his half flaccid dick in her soft hands. She was also naked, but that was a secondary issue to the young man.
“Oh. Is it too late to say something about how I value my virginity, and that I think we should get to know each other better?”
Raven gave him the most confused look any woman has ever given any man.
“You’re asking after you finished in my mouth, we’re on a bed, and no one can hear you scream?”
“I’m not sure what the HOLY--” Jaune screamed, flashbacks of Ren in his mind as Raven lowered herself onto him. His dick felt like he was curled up in a blanket and being stroked as his member grew larger inside Raven, her walls contracting and expanding around him.
“The strong take what they want.” She purred, mashing her mouth against his. Jaune was too overloaded to do anything other than lay down and take it. His head was spinning and everything felt too good for him to even move. He groaned into her mouth as her tongue fought her dominance in his, her hands pulling him closer to her generous chest. She was nothing more than an animal, and he was nothing more than prey. It took all of his willpower just to put his hands on her milky and thick thighs, and willpower that he borrowed from someone else not to just cum deep within her.
“Cum, fill me with your seed.” She whispered into his ear, pounding harder than ever before. “I’ll bear your children, make them stronger than you ever were. And I’ll whisk you away every night until I’m certain that they’re inside. And even then. Well, I might just keep on going anyway. Breed me.”
Sweat poured down on both of them, soaking the sheets and cover. Raven’s hips were nothing more than a blur as she and Jaune’s lips were locked together. Jaune was doing his damndest not to cum, staring at the ceiling, past Raven’s magnificent black locks and eyes that seemed to draw you in. Jaune was also failing miserably, and his balls were backing up, about to burst.
He could feel himself growing larger and larger inside, more blood rushing to his cock than ever before. Only at its largest did he feel Raven suddenly stop, her mouth still open and waiting. There was also the curious sensation on the tip of his penis that felt oddly like a wall, or another entrance.
Raven’s eyes were stuck open as she looked down helplessly at a quizzical Jaune.
“Ah~” Was the most that she could let out, a moan where she hadn’t done so before that night. “You’re touching my womb.” She gasped out, sweat dripping from her body onto Jaune.
Raven’s own words echoed in his mind as he turned the tables, awkwardly flipping her over as she was stuck in a daze. She nearly came back to her senses, her hands moving to put him back in his place, but they froze as he pushed himself in, having even easier access to her womb from missionary. He would no longer have to lie about it being his favorite position.
He slammed in, gaining a second wind. Raven started moaning and wrapping her legs and arms around him. She started screaming obscenities, only for Jaune to silence her with his mouth and hips. It felt different than when he had been on the receiving end. It felt… good. He couldn’t even get himself all the way in anymore, his dick too engorged with blood.
Jaune sped up, and Raven’s words began to slur as she braced herself to cum. The bed started to shake, and the grip between them only tightened as they neared the finish. It was Jaune, not Raven, who ordered the other to cum with a single utterance. Jaune exploded inside as her walls milked him, massaging him for his entire worth. After he was certain that the majority of it was out, he pulled out, bringing with him a trail of cum. There was no shortage of it that dripped from her quivering and enlarged muff.
But as with men, Jaune quickly got tired after spending his load, and drifted off to sleep next to Raven.