Howdy, RWBY fans! Welcome to my first jump into the world of M-rated goodness. I'm a long-time reader, and have decided that there needs to be an increase in well-written, non-abusive Lemons in the world.

I decided to make my first story based in one of my favorite things: tentacles. I love tentacles, but I hate glorifying rape. Since most tentacle-based stuff is decidedly in the non-consensual category, it's hard to find good stuff. I aim to fix that!

While this first chapter mostly features Jaune, this is going to be an Arkos piece overall. There will just be lots of tentacles involved during their little journey.

Disclaimer: My fanfics are meant to service people's fantasies, and should not be used as a guide for real sex. Always research safe sexual practices.

Jaune winced as he walked through a patch of bramble, keeping his Aura activated so that the thorns wouldn't cut his ankles. His ears were sharp and his eyes narrowed as he searched for any sign of Grimm. This was his first solo assignment in the Emerald Forest, and he was already doing a pretty good job. He had slain three Ursai, two Beowolves, and even a Death Stalker all on his own.

Of course, as proud as he was, he had to owe most of his success to Pyrrha.

His partner's tireless work with him during their rooftop practices honestly taught him more about being a Huntsman than any of his professors ever had. When he was sparring with Pyrrha, he felt challenged. He felt like he was truly becoming better. He couldn't thank her enough for doing that for him, and for being so kind and patient, especially during the early days.

He shaded his eyes from the light of the setting sun, looking for a good place to set up camp for the night. He would have to set out relatively early to get back to Beacon, so it would be good to go to bed soon.

After weaving through the trees for a few more minutes, Jaune suddenly found himself in a small, overgrown clearing. Right in front of him, covered with moss and bracken, was what looked to be an old building. It had long-since collapsed, except for a wide opening in the front. Curious, he took a step closer, sword drawn just in case any Grimm were inside.

The building looked to be a temple of some sort. Pillars were encased with ivy. Its entire left side had been taken over by giant tree roots. Jaune shined a flashlight into the opening, which seemed to go in a little ways, then in a downward slope further into the ground.

Cautiously, he peered inside, shining his light into the darkness. He didn't hear any Grimm, which was a good sign. Still, he decided to go deeper. It would certainly suck if he slept in the entrance, only for a Grimm to come out from inside the temple to kill him.

As he carefully went down the slope, he became aware of a steady dripping sound from within. Either there's a lake, or there's another opening to the outside further in, he thought.

The ground evened out, and Jaune found himself standing in a vast chamber. It was large enough so that his flashlight didn't quite reach the walls. He couldn't see the glow of Grimm eyes, which allowed him to relax and explore the place a little more thoroughly.

He felt his way to a wall and started walking along it, trying to see what he could in the limited beam of his flashlight. There were several images of people bowing and making offerings, as one would expect in a temple.

Huh. I wonder what deity they're worshipping. He continued to walk along the wall, his brows furrowing as the images began to change.

The scenes of bowing and offering changed to carvings of men and women in various sexual poses. Further down the line was what had to be an orgy. Stone faces and limbs were twisted around each other in a grotesque expression of ecstasy. As Jaune rounded a corner, the pictures went from erotic to purely bizarre, depicting what appeared to be vines or tentacles wrapping around people, entering their mouths and probing them from behind. Even though no one else was around, Jaune felt a little guilty looking at these pictures, caught somewhere between the sinking dread associated with being found watching porn by someone else, and the sense that one has intruded on a sacred ritual.

He checked the front of the chamber, and was grateful for his flashlight as there was a giant, deep hole in the ground that came out from the wall, creating a pit that was at least three yards wide, however long the wall was, and who knows how deep? The dripping he had heard at the entrance was coming from within. Could this be an old well?

After looking at the last wall, Jaune went back to the wall nearest the entryway, far away from the pit, and began to set up his gear. Judging by what he had seen, the only ways a Grimm could get in would be through the doorway or potentially from that pit. If Jaune slept light, this would definitely be safer than sleeping out in the open.

Feeling the exhaustion of his first solo mission catching up with him, he closed his eyes with a satisfied sigh.

…

Warm wetness surrounded his cock. Jaune gasped as a dexterous tongue twirled around the head, slipping into the slit to taste his precum. Trembling, he stared down at the mischievous green eyes and satisfied smirk of his beloved partner. He squirmed as she placed her hands on his thighs to keep him still.

She moved back, his cock slipping wetly from her mouth, causing him to moan in distress.

"Pyrrha, please… Don't stop!"

Pyrrha's cat-like grin caused his hardened shaft to twitch in anticipation. He was practically salivating as she turned away from him and bent down to take off her panties, her movements excruciatingly slow. Jaune stared numbly at her muscular legs, licking his lips subconsciously as he saw that her pussy was already dripping. He had never needed anything so much in his entire life.

Turning around, she pushed him firmly back onto the bed and crawled on top of him, digging her nails into his chest. Her hair hung in a scarlet curtain, shrouding both of their faces as she leaned close. "Are you ready?" she asked in a voice that was like silk, tracing a finger down his abdomen. Her lips brushed against his, leaving just a teasing ghost of a kiss.

Jaune nodded desperately. "Don't hold back!"

Grinning, Pyrrha lowered herself onto him. He gasped as her warm, oh-so-tight walls enclosed the head of his cock. She tightened her muscles as she moved down, moaning with satisfaction. It took all of Jaune's self-control to keep from thrusting wildly into her as she slowly took his entire length in.

"Oh, Dust yes!" he gasped. He was buried to the hilt and felt like he was about to melt from the pure heat radiating from Pyrrha's core. She squeezed him even more as she lifted herself up again, and Jaune shuddered, anticipating the moment when she would slam down on him as hard as she could, pounding him into the bed as she rode him harder than Nora could ride a wild Ursa.

…..

Jaune woke up to a definite tightness in his pants and an immediate need for release. Groaning, he sat up and unzipped his jeans, pulling his erection out. Hating himself, he began to pump with his hand while calling back the images from his dream.

He imagined Pyrrha's hand wrapped around his shaft, her arm snaking around his body from behind while she peered over his shoulder with a knowing smile.

Gasping, Jaune allowed his climax to take over, his mind going blank as he ejaculated all over the stone floor of the temple. He fell back against the wall, feeling that familiar sense of shame creeping into his mind, which was rapidly losing its buzz from his release.

This wasn't the first time he had had dreams like this. At least this time, he was alone and didn't have to make up lies about his "zombie apocalypse nightmares" to explain the moaning. (He honestly wondered if the others had even bought that story.)

He knew it was wrong to think of his partner in this way. She was his teammate, his friend, and his mentor, after all. She had taken him under her wing when she didn't have to. She was one of the few people who saw him as something more than a weak idiot. It wasn't right that he was having wet dreams about her! She deserved better than that!

Though, the reason behind those dreams was even scarier: Jaune was in love.

He had realized it soon after the Vytal Festival dance. Memories of her warm eyes and disbelieving laughter when he had walked up to her in that dress still caused him to smile wistfully.

A few days later, during one of their practice sessions, Jaune realized just how much he had fallen. He had been blocking most of her attacks, which had been focused on his torso. Unfortunately, this led to his legs being unguarded. Pyrrha had easily tripped him, causing him to land on his back. She then pinned him to the ground, a victorious grin on her face.

In that moment, Jaune had felt his mouth go dry. Pyrrha's warm weight on top of him suddenly became the only thing that existed, and he found himself wanting her to start removing his armor while still grinning triumphantly down at him.

Then, she had jumped up and offered her hand. The sparring continued, but Jaune was unable to get that image out of his mind. That night, he had his first dream about her. He had never had dreams like that about Weiss.

The more he thought about it, the more he knew that he both loved and wanted Pyrrha. He wanted to submit himself completely to her, wanted her to drive him to the brink with that gorgeous, Grimm-slaying body.

Just thinking about it caused his cock to twitch again, and he tried to force the images from his head. It was still night time and he had to sleep. He reached for his bag, intending to grab his flashlight and quickly look around the chamber once more, when his hand touched something else, something cold and rubbery.

He froze, blood turning to ice in his veins. The thing moved against his hand, and he jumped back. Squinting, he saw a white, snakelike form retreating across the floor.

It then occurred to him that he was in pitch darkness and shouldn't have been able to see whatever that thing had been. Something in this room was producing a light, however faint. He turned toward the other side of the chamber, and nearly fainted at what he saw.

Rising out of the gigantic pit was a writhing mass of long tentacles. Some whipped through the air, others creeped along the floor, and others probed at the walls. Jaune yelped, reaching for his sword as several of the things began to rapidly move toward him.

Before he could reach Crocea Mors, another arm knocked it to the side before grabbing Jaune's wrist. He pulled desperately against it, making a run for the door, only for his other wrist to be ensnared. Two more tentacles came up to grab his ankles, effectively immobilizing him.

Panicked, he tried to remember what Pyrrha had taught him, drawing a blank. Of course she never taught me how to fight off tentacle monsters! What is this thing anyway?! Despite its horrifying appearance, it didn't look like a Grimm. It was almost entirely white, with a greenish glow surrounding its center. As Jaune watched, the tentacles shifted until a giant, glowing green eye was revealed, its slit pupil fixed on him.

I'm dead, Jaune thought, thrashing helplessly. I can't believe I'm going to be killed by a tentacle thing! They'll never find me down here! I can't believe- "Ah!"

Jaune's thoughts were cut off as he felt something he hadn't expected. Instead of a tentacle wrapping around his throat, or the ones holding his limbs tearing him apart four ways, he felt something pressing between his legs, massaging his half-hard cock through the material of his jeans.

He flinched and the tentacle paused. It moved up to his mouth and ran its very tip across his lips. Jaune shivered at the smooth, rubbery, alien texture of the thing.

Another tentacle slid up his hoodie, causing the material to ride up, exposing his abdomen to the cold air. Several feelers began to probe at his skin, stroking his abs and slipping under the waistband of his jeans.

This has to be another dream, Jaune thought numbly as the tentacle by his face pressed against his lips again. It has to. Partially due to this thought, and partially due to morbid curiosity, he found himself opening his mouth.

Immediately, the tentacle plunged past his lips, across his tongue, and toward his throat. Jaune gagged, jerking back as his air was suddenly cut off. Thankfully, the creature seemed to realize this and withdrew slightly before starting to thrust slowly in and out of the human's mouth.

Deciding to just give in to whatever crazy dream he was having, Jaune closed his eyes and began to suck on the pulsating tentacle. He felt it shudder, and smiled in spite of himself at the idea that he was actually pleasuring it somehow. The tentacle was rubbery, thick, and not at all unpleasant against his tongue, which he swirled curiously around the tip. A strange, musky, sweet taste coated Jaune's taste buds, and he swallowed instinctively. As he did, he became aware of a tingling in his body, an increased sensitivity to anything that touched him. The air felt simultaneously colder and hotter, making him tremble as every light touch caused his entire body to shudder with pleasure.

He became hyper-aware of the tentacles that were now writhing all over his upper body, all of them starting to secrete a thick, gooey liquid that smelled sweet and musky and utterly wonderful. Each rubbery touch sent a jolt through his nerves. His cock was rock-hard and begging for release. He thrust desperately at the air, trying to free one of his hands, but his wrists and ankles remained in a firm grip.

One of the tentacles began rubbing between his legs again, and he let out a muffled moan around the one in his mouth. Two of the tentacles found his nipples, which were incredibly hard at this point, and latched on. The ends of the feelers opened up and began sucking, and Dust why was that so fucking good?! They released more of the tingly ooze as they sucked, and Jaune nearly screamed.

His balls were starting to hurt with the strain. He needed something to release this pressure right now!

He almost sobbed with relief as two smaller tentacles began undoing the zipper on his jeans. They slipped in and drew his cock out before generously coating it with more of that wonderful secretion.

Jaune thrust into the air once more as his already-sensitive cock began tingling all over. A single touch would probably be enough to make him climax! One of the tentacles wrapped around his cock and began pumping the shaft while another circled around the head and teased the slit and poured out more of the sweet ooze.

"Mmph!" Jaune let out a muffled cry as the feeler in his mouth started to move faster and faster. Meanwhile, he thrust eagerly into the tentacle that was pumping his cock.

The first tentacle shivered before releasing a flood of sweetness into Jaune's mouth, which he gladly drank down. He moaned as each swallow caused his skin to tingle more and his cock to become even more sensitive than it had ever been. He was close, so close!

His vision went white as an orgasm unlike anything he had ever felt ripped through his body. He shuddered as a fountain of sperm erupted from him, splashing across his abdomen. The tentacles swarmed over him, dozens of tiny openings sucking at his skin, drinking up his cum. Despite the fact that he was panting with exhaustion, he felt himself getting turned on all over again.

He didn't even think to protest as his jeans were tugged down to his bound ankles and another small tentacle started probing his rectum. It began to circle his virgin entrance, coating it in more of that sweet secretion.

Jaune was panting at this point, his muscles completely slack except for his stiff new erection, which was being mercilessly pumped yet again. He let out a gasp of combined pain and pleasure as the tentacle at his entrance started to slowly push into him, lubricating heavily with the ooze. His walls were stretched, and he wondered how he had gone this long without playing with his ass even once! Then, the end of the tentacle found his prostate.

When the tingly lubricant soaked it and the feeler's tip started sucking on it, Jaune lost himself to another orgasm. He practically screamed in ecstasy, thrusting wildly while the tentacle pumped madly into his ass, filling him with its release.

Jaune hung limply from the tentacles holding him, eyelids drooping as he was carefully maneuvered so that he was lying on his sleeping bag again. He had just enough presence of mind to be surprised when one of the arms was kind enough to pull his blanket over him. Exhausted, wet, and a little sore, he fell asleep almost immediately.

When he woke up the following morning, it took a few minutes to remember what had happened. Then, when he did remember, he was convinced that it had been a dream.

Until he sat up and realized that his pants were down and that his skin was coated with a sticky, sweet-smelling substance.

Eyes wide, he jumped up and looked around. The temple was completely dark. No glowing green eye was staring at him from the pit. No luminous white tentacles were creeping toward him. He realized that he felt a little disappointed.

Shaking himself, he gathered his things and made for the exit. He would have to stop by a stream or creek before he could go back to Beacon.

His mind was in a haze as he continued to try comprehending what had happened to him. What had that thing been? He thought about the pictures on the walls. Did people worship that thing as some kind of sex god?

He found himself checking the path twice, memorizing each twist and turn that took him further and further away from the temple. He looked at his compass and made some notes on his Scroll. Maybe Blake would have some kind of clue as to what that creature had been.

No, he thought immediately. If he was going to be completely honest, he had no intention of telling anyone about what he had discovered. Huntsmen would likely be sent to kill it, after all. Besides, if Jaune didn't tell anyone, that meant the temple would be all his. Pyrrha was off limits, but at least he could find pleasure with his new friend.

He felt himself smiling as he cut through a patch of bracken. He was already looking forward to the next time he could sneak away.

While I wanted to write a RWBY tentacle fic for a long time, the thing that finally gave me the push to type this particular piece was a series of pictures depicting Jaune in various positions with tentacles. It was drawn by reverselaw on Tumblr, and you should totally check out their stuff if you are in the mood for some NSFW RWBY art!

See you with the next update!