The Kingdom of Atlas in all its finery lay before her, a majestic and powerful city guarded by mighty walls and even mightier huntsmen. All of this, framed by the ornate window of her bedchambers. To have such a breathtaking view so high above the city represented just another privilege of the ultra-wealthy, a privilege that many masses of Atlas would have died for.
Weiss Schnee hated the view. To the daughter of one of Atlas' most powerful businessmen, it represented everything she hated about her life as the heiress of the Schnee Dust Company, superfluous displays of power and the cage that was her family's estate.
Finding her room all too stuffy and the day all too new, Weiss endeavored to escape the mansion for the day. It was not easy, but through the years Weiss had learnt which guards and servants could be manipulated. Through her mix of the usual bribery, flattery, and flirting she soon made it to her destination.
Winter's pond. Secluded within the forests of her family's estate, the pond was her elder sister's last secret gift before the idiot had gotten herself swallowed by Grimm the following fall. Weiss would never forgive her of that, but was thankful of this one private place on her family's land. This was her place, and through the years nobody had ever came out to bother her so far from the estate's interior.
The pond in view, Weiss quickly shed her heavy Atlesian dress. She let out a sigh as the smooth material fell from her shoulders, mirroring her easing mind as she slipped easily out of the practiced demure mindset that was demanded of the Schnee heiress. Greeting the water with a moan of pleasure she let herself drift in the shallow water, her body facing towards the sky as she floated with her back to the earthen floor.
The coolness of the pond coupled with the warmth of the risen sun caressed Weiss's naked body and unconsciously she let her mind wander. A product of her blossoming youth she often dreamed of a handsome man joining her, his gentle hands gracing her with the attention she deserved. It was an impossible if pleasant distraction. As the Schnee heiress it was likely that her husband would be chosen for her, a suiter that would be determined from the wealth added to the Schnee coffers and not from her personal desires. Her mind snarled at the idea, of trading one cage for another.
Weiss let herself drift for just under half of the hour, basking under the sun before boredom overtook her. Taking a gasp of air she swam towards the deep end of the pond, shivering slightly as cool liquid pressed at her from all sides. Satisfied, she came out of the water along the pond's edge, water dripping from her long white hair and down the curves of her body. She bit her lip in annoyance as she regarded her drying body, Winter at her age had at this point developed voluptuous curves, curves that seemed to have escaped Weiss herself. She blamed her Schnee blood for its fickleness.
Her senses tingled and a nebulous flutter in the corner of her eye almost stopped her heart. She was being watched. Carefully, she used the towel she had brought along and started to dry herself off, doing her best attempts to cover herself. It was difficult, but she tried to make her demeanor seem as nonchalant as she could. A deep sense of disgust filled her at the presence of prying eyes, but she quickly dressed herself before leaving the shore of the pond.
Only to stop and hide behind some bushes on the way back towards the estate proper. Eyes narrowed, she tried to see who had dared to spy on her when she was in such a vulnerable state. Soon, a sheepish looking and red faced boy her age emerged from the foliage, before he disappeared towards the direction of the mansion. It was Jaune, the Blacksmith's apprentice and the son of one of the Schnee family's servants.
She saw him later again running errands for his master as she was relaxing on the mansion's steps. She pretended not to notice, but she caught him looking at her from the corner of her eye, twice.
She had trouble sleeping that night, her mind wrangling over the day's events. She felt extremely violated from the encounter, as her mind wandered to the blacksmith's apprentice and his prying eyes. She tried to promise herself that she would never go to the pond again, never speak to the boy unless it was necessary. The second promise easy as she had hardly spoken to him up till now, but the first she found excruciatingly difficult. She wanted to go back to the pond, and she wanted to feel the same thrilling feeling she had felt during her discovery.
That night, she had dreams that would have made even Winter blush.
The next morning she had made her decision. At the nearest opportunity Weiss went back to the pond with a secret hope that Jaune might be hiding within the bushes again.
On arrival, she shed her clothing once more with the exception of her underclothes, leaving her admittedly expensive bra and panties on as she slipped into the water. Like the day before, she let herself bask in the sun's warmth, but kept a careful watch from the corner of her eyes for any movements.
Her patience was rewarded as she found Jaune's hiding spot. A victorious and vicious feeling overtook her, and with gleeful she climbed out of the water unheeding the fact that her swim had made her garments translucent to the point of transparency. Without trepidation she stalked over to his hiding spot, reveling in the aura of palpable fear that seemed to have grown instantaneously.
She looked at him with a gaze that seemed to pierce his soul, "What do you think you are doing?"
Jaune knew that he had to run, but he couldn't bring himself to look away. He felt a bead of sweat down his neck as he tried to keep his eyes away from her pert breasts to no avail, "I-I-I-I I'm sorry! Please I didn't meant to follow you! Spare me!" he begged, as he scrambled backwards finding himself backed up against a tree.
Weiss stalked closer and Jaune nearly let out a yelp as she brought her face nearly inches from his, "Is that so? Do what I say then, and I may consider letting this transgression go."
"Of course! Miss Schnee I-" Jaune stiffened as he felt her soft hands on his shirt, still dripping with water. "M-M-Miss Schnee, what-"
"Lie still. I want to satisfy a certain… curiosity." she whispered, reveling in a feeling of rebelliousness. If only her father could see her now.
"P-Please Miss Schnee. I'm but a blacksmith's apprentice and you-."
Jaune froze as two dainty fingers pressed against his lips, "Shhh, do not talk so much." Jaune gasped as he felt his pants slide down his legs, revealing his dangerous shame.
Weiss held a gasp as she stared at his erect manhood that seemed to point directly at her. Of course, her sister had regaled her with stories but she had never seen the real thing. She watched enraptured as it seemed to pulse with a life of its own, and as it shivered as she prodded it lightly with a finger.
"M-Miss Schnee, they will come looking for me."
She heard his voice but muffled as if he was standing under pouring rain. With fascination, she let herself caress the manhood before taking him fully into her hands, just before she remembered one of Winter's stories. His breathing hitched and he groaned as she stroked the length, using her free hand to play with his balls underneath.
Drawing from her memories of some particularly naughty late night discussions with her sister, Weiss got on her knees. Weiss wondered what it would taste like as she stuck out her tongue and gently prodded the tip. From the back of her mind she heard him moan as she leaned forward, engulfing the tip of the member into her mouth. With a mischievous look she looked up at him, reveling in his lidded gaze of bliss and disbelief.
She took a breath, and then she pressed forward. She put half of him into her mouth before moving back and forth slowly. Each time she tried to go a little deeper. It was with disappointment she heard him moan and a tangy taste filled her mouth. She released herself with a pop only to recoil as his member began to spurt streaks of white fluid at her. A line of the liquid landing on her face before the gushes spurt onto the creamy top of her breasts.
She gazed in wonder at the creamy white fluid, and touched it with some trepidation.
Jaune's mind quickly returned to him, as worried expression crossed his face. "They'll be looking for me, I need to leave," Weiss did not miss the hint of disappointment in his tone.
"You are here to obey me," Weiss purred as she grasped onto him, but found that he was starting to get soft, "What happened?"
"Miss Schnee I-I need time to recharge, it was too much."
Weiss pouted, before her face brightened, "Can you sneak back here tomorrow?"
"I-I… I will do it Miss Schnee."
The following day Weiss suffered her deluge of tutors. She pretended to pay attention so as to avoid punishment, but her mind continuously wandered to the previous day. Soon, the time approached and she slipped away from the day's responsibilities.
Jaune was waiting for her. He gasped as she came into view, the most beautiful creature he had seen. She wore a traditional Atlesian noble dress. Flowing robes of white streaked with dark blue. A short jacket that ended just above her midriff adorned her shoulders, meeting the collar of her dress where a shiny silver pendant flashed mightily. Her hair was bound in a youthful ponytail and she wore a pair of white laced gloves.
Jaune still could not believe he was dreaming. "So umm, I'm here. Hello." He greeted with a nervous smile.
Weiss responded by putting her hands on her hips, "Well? Why haven't you removed your clothes," she demanded.
Jaune quickly pulled his shirt over his head, "Of course Miss Schnee. And will you…"
"I'm waiting," Weiss grinned with amusement as he tried to take of his clothes as fast as possible. Soon he was standing naked before her, visibly red with embarrassment. Good. Now he felt what she had on the first day at the pond.
"Are you in discomfort?" Weiss observed with a devilish smile on her face, even as Jaune nodded with embarrassment. "Well I guess I must do something about this." She watched his reactions as she moved forward, his body stiffen as her fingers gently explored his body.
She slowly removed her clothing, purposefully taking as much time as possible while keeping her gaze upon him. His eyes roved her features and he lay still, as if in a trance. When at last she stood above him in all her glory, she gave him a wink.
Speechless, Jaune could do little as she got on her knees and straddled him.
Jaune gasped as he felt the heat of her flower press against him. He could not help a groan as she leaned forward and stroke herself against him. So tantalizing was the experience, he was deathly afraid of releasing too early.
After he had endured her erotic play, Weiss reached down and grasped him with her soft hands. Slowly, she inserted herself on him and after a little pressure gave a little squeak as she felt her insides greet his manhood.
"Miss Schnee?" Jaune whispered, his face a mix of pleasure and worry.
"Do not worry, I am fine." She squeezed his shoulder reassuringly before moving her body to an up and down rhythm. Gradually, as she became accustomed to him she increased her speed. Pleasure shot through her as both their breathing became labored, matching with intensity to motion. She felt liberated, as if the great weight that was the moniker of Schnee had fallen off her shoulders. It was incredible.
Unable to help himself, Jaune's roved her body. Finding purchase with her small pert breasts he toyed with them. Weiss gave him a look, before she gasped as he strained himself to meet her.
The rhythm continued to just short of a frenzied sprint, her breathing giving way to cute little gasps. Relying on the stamina he had gained at the forge, Jaune attempted to match her pace but the sensation was too overwhelming. Weiss felt a wetness inside her. Nearly at the same time a feeling erupted from her core, gripping her mind with a flash of ecstasy as her body shook. Within her, she felt him go soft as the sensations faded.
Panting she fell forward onto his chest, aware of the warm fluid of their encounter oozing out of her. With a little apprehension, he moved to hold her in his arms. A movement that was rewarded as she held him, gasping in his ear. Fingers ran through her hair, and Weiss internally preened at the attention. However, the feeling was not to last forever and she arose to dress herself.
As she left, Jaune was looking after her with a mix of worry and adoration. His look stirred something inside her even as her body made its way back to the mansion, back to the routine that was the Schnee heiress.
It soon became clear that there were only to things for Weiss to look forward to in life. One, was experiencing new and exciting things with Jaune. The other was an indirect consequence. After several secret encounters Jaune began bringing his work for her critique, and a passion for weapons blossomed within her. It took some time, but eventually she managed to convince her father of the necessity of self-defense classes, quoting Winter's death. Thus, during the day she received training from her tutors but in the evening she worked with a saber. If she was lucky, she would secretly train with the guards but such encounters were short and rushed. It was to her great pride and disappointment that she soon outpaced the skill of her tutors on account of her immense natural skill. A torrent of passion forged within her core and she set her sights even higher.
Weiss continued to live her mundane life. She attended to her family's guests, gave deference to her academic tutors, and endeavored through her etiquette lessons. However, coupled with secret encounters with Jaune she continued to hone her skills in secret and kept her ear to the floor for an opportunity. An opportunity to escape.
Said opportunity came. Not far from her family's estate was a tournament to be held on behalf of the famous Beacon Academy. The academy was considered the most prestigious in the known world, training warriors from all walks of life. Even better, it lay on an entirely different continent from Atlas. Weiss soon realized that for her dreams to come into fruition, she had to win the tournament and gain invitation into the Academy. Fate had given her a chance to escape this life of hers and she would not let this opportunity pass.
The tournament came and Weiss slipped away from the mansion. She enlisted the aid of Jaune, who expressed great worry for her but otherwise acquiesced to her wishes. She exchanged her fine clothes for some of his spare ones. An old pair of trousers and a smelly tunic. For extra precaution and to great personal distress she allowed Jaune to pad soot from the forge into her hair, the result darkened her hair to a greyish color. Distinctly different from the regal Schnee white.
Her skill was tested to the utmost degree and she very nearly lost sight of her goal. The cheers from the crowd in the stands however, the heat of battle, and the adrenaline that flowed through her kept her afloat however, and she eventually emerged victorious.
It was near daybreak when she was finally released. Outside the arena Jaune waited for her, a hesitant smile on his face as he opened his arms in an awkwardly. He had become bolder through the months. She returned his hug, beaming.
"Jaune, I have done it. I have secured my entrance to Beacon Academy."
AN: No apologies. Is this plot an excuse for lemons? Partly, but I find the intense dynamic of the couple coupling out of wedlock more interesting than the normal will they get together or not shenanigans.
The chapter was too Weiss-centric, next chapter will be Jaune's time in the sun. He comes off as wooden here, but in my head AU Weiss doesn't notice him much.