Before you read this chapter, this will be a story of suspense, drama, and bittersweet romance between Jaune and Willow. The story will contain violence and strong sexual content (including vaginal and anal play). If this story isn't your cup of tea, then please refrain and move on to the next chapter. Once again, discretion is strongly advised. Enjoy!

He relaxed as the hot water hit his skin. Washing away the dirt, the grime, and the troubles of the day. He sat on the shower floor. He wanted to collect his thoughts. He wanted to process the events that happened that day.

There was a knock at the door.

"Jaune, sweetie, are you okay?" The woman who answered had a worried tone. A savory, sincere kind of voice. A voice that belonged to a mother. Actually, she was a mother. A mother of three to be exact. A mother who served on the board of a well-known dust company. A woman who belonged to someone else.

"I'm fine," he said aloud as water entered his dry mouth. It alleviated the dryness of his tongue. It even minimized the soreness on his cheek. He tried not to scratch it or touch it for it was fresh. That soreness had to do with the woman behind the door. "Just rinsing off. I will be out in a minute."

She didn't respond. She trusted him. Something like that takes time. Something like that can alert a stranger that this wasn't their first rodeo. For the teen sitting in the shower, it wasn't. He wanted a few minutes, allowing the heat of the water to relieve his sores. The sores expanded from his arms to his legs. His abdomen was still tender. Those punks did a good job at hitting in the right places. He wanted to scratch his head, but the area was still sore. He can feel the dry blood flaking off. He knew he had to apply some ointment or probably see a doctor in the morning. As of now, he had to focus on the matter at hand.

Taking care of the woman behind the door.

After drying off and wrapping himself in a towel, he stepped out of the bathroom. He felt the contrast of the hotel room as the coolness impacted his exposed skin. When he came to, he saw that Willow was sitting on her side of the bed. She appeared worried as her hands were trembling and she was twiddling her fingers.

She was wearing her silky blue pajamas. Her hair was wrapped in a ponytail. From afar, he could smell the scent of his favorite sweet blue flowers. Her eyes were filled with worry. Both stood silently as they stared at each other for a few moments. It appeared that both had some things that they wanted to express, but neither could find the words nor wanted to the first to answer.

He hated to see Willow liked that. Yet again, her sadness was the reason of how they met. It was a simple gesture as he returned home from school after dropping off some items for his grandmother. It was a diner where he often came to get his favorite hot chocolate. It was there where he saw her. Sitting in the midst of tears, in the center of the diner. She appeared to be untouched. No one spoke to her, no one even made gestures.

If it was as if she was untouchable.

Jaune watched as Willow stood up from the bed and went to the light switch next to the bedpost. Once she turned off the light, the room transcended into the darkness. The lights from the outside and their silhouettes were all they could see. He remained still as Willow cautiously approached the worried Jaune. She was silent. His heart began to pant heavily. His palms were getting sweaty, embellished with worry and fear.

Slowly, she reached for his towel and removed it from his waist, dropping it to the floor. He was exposed to her in his natural form. He felt embarrassed. How could she look at a man that she told that she loved? A man that was supposed to protect her. Like a canvas, pastel colors of black and blue covered him. His eyes averted hers. Willow sensed it.

"I didn't want him to hurt you." He closed his eyes as he felt the sensation of her mouth nibbling on his chest. He felt her tongue encircling his nipples in light strokes. She would go clockwise or counterclockwise before tugging it with her teeth. He slightly grunted, trying his hardest not to let a moan escape. She continued taking turns with each of his nipples before using her free hand to cup around his penis. Jaune felt her smooth, gentle hands massaging his penis until it became fully erect. By that time, he began escaping moans from his lips.

It was just words. He had heard it before. Once more, it was at the diner where he spoke to her for the first time. A simple gesture of handing her his handkerchief. A handkerchief that was made from patches of his grandfather's uniform when he fought in the war. She smiled. That was all she could do. Jaune didn't pay attention to anything else. He didn't see that flask in her purse. He didn't see the ground rapier jam in her coat pocket. His eyes saw Willow. Willow Schnee, the pride and namesake of the dust company of his hometown sitting in the diner. What should have been a simple gesture turned in more?

"He didn't have to hurt you." She was tender with her kisses. Careful to not hurt him. Jaune wanted to believe her. It had to be the case. No woman would be here having sex with a man that didn't love her. Yet again, was she fully his? There wasn't a ring present in Jaune's finger. Was he or is he a shadow? Jaune closed his eyes. They were getting sore, getting heavy. Once again, the men responsible for his attack got him well. More moans escaped from his lips.

"It's okay, Jaune, let it out. Forget about him. Forget about them. Just focus on me, my love, and only me," she whispered as she began kissing his chest. With her tongue, she slid up and down his chest while continuing to stroke his penis. It was creating pressure for Jaune as he felt being double-teamed by the pleasures that were being received by Willow.

Pleasures, gentle gifts that he earned through the course of their journey together. They made frequent visits at the diner. No phone numbers, no emails, no text messages. At a coincidental, convenient time, Willow happened to be there. Sitting in the same position, drinking the same order of coffee. Jaune came and they talked. It was simple, nothing big. Nothing of personal matters were brought up. Just trivial things. What do they like to eat? What were they favorite book? Simple questions to be a trust of a companion.

Willow continued to kiss his chest until she made it to her target, his dick. She kissed the shaft a couple times. Each time he felt her soft lips on his dick, he felt his erection becoming harder to the touch. She then reached for the phallus and wrapped her tongue around before taking his entire penis into her mouth. Slowly, she stroked his dick with her mouth as she used her free hand to place it behind him in his cavern. He felt the pressure as she slid two fingers into his ass, making him scream out in pleasure.

"Harder," said Jaune as he was being surprised by his own response. "Reach deeper inside of me, please. As long it is from you, I don't care what you do to me. Please make a mess out of me."

Jaune didn't call their relationship a mess. In fact, it was very casual, very organized. After the diner began to become overplayed, they extended their meetings in other places. Jaune didn't want to be seen and neither did Willow. Their next venture was the privately owned theatre in the village square. A place where any blockbuster hits wouldn't be discovered. A place where it was dedicated to the renown, independent films of yesterday. Movies that captured hearts and minds of scholars and the elite. Jaune didn't fit himself into a category, but Willow didn't mind to accommodate.

"As you wish," she responded as she dug her fingers deeper into his ass, emitting another stronger moan from Jaune. Seeing Jaune in such a state made Willow feel wet from her own cavern. She felt the juices leaking from her pussy as her panties and her pajamas were feeling sticky. She pulled her fingers out from Jaune's ass. Before she took off her panties, she licked his juices from his ass and began reaching for her pussy.

She felt the clear, hot juices coming from her pussy. The scent of her womanhood ravished Jaune as he smelled it from his position, making him more excited. She sucked his throbbing penis as she massaged her pussy. Jaune was excited to her in such a naughty position. It wasn't the first time they have shared such an experience, but something about this night was more special. It was different, he thought.

Their first time was after their fourth date. They didn't even call it a "date" until the fourth. Until then, it was casual meetings between friends. Jaune was fortunate to get her number by the third date. Mostly, it was based on promises that she was there. Faithfully, she always arrived. Instead of going to the movies, they went to a stage theatre. She was a frequent member so she had a private balcony for her. When the manager of the theatre asked about Jaune, she simply replied, "he is my company." Nothing more came from the gentleman as he granted them access to the balcony.

She continued to massage her pussy until she felt her folds tightening up, which made her moan. She was trying her hardest to concentrate on playing with herself versus taking care of her Jaune. in the end, she focused on the former as she getting in touch with her womanhood. She eventually removed her lips from his swollen member to concentrate on herself.

Willow was a bit selfish. Jaune never could understand that. Everything was on her terms. Even as of now, he wondered on why? Did he want an answer? Was he afraid? Better yet, was their first time inhibited him of getting her to answer. Without a word, Willow gave him a kiss in the theatre. His first kiss from an adult. He called it an adult kiss because he never had a first until that night. She wanted more. He could sense it. He wanted it as he had never explored a woman. Their first night was at a hotel nearby. They spend the night there until the following morning. She couldn't stay too long. Jaune had to be at school and she had to be there to prepare her children for school. Jaune didn't confuse his love for Willow with the relationship with Weiss. He can say he was fearful. Knowing how he was sparring with her alongside their friends and teammates and sharing passions with her mother through the techniques that didn't require a weapon. Just their hands and their mouths were communications enough without producing words. It wasn't long when Willow taught him things to become a better love. It was well received by the blonde.

She fell to the floor as she humped furiously. Her hips swiftly went up and down as she rubbed herself. She then grabbed her titties and started tugging on them. Feeling the pressure of her pajama top rubbing against her nipple excited the eager Willow as Jaune witnessed her one-woman show.

"Sorry, Jaune," she pleaded, "Just watch your lover. Please, just watch me." Her last few words were made teasingly, at least in Jaune's opinion it was. Even that took time. Jaune, at some point, wanted to define their relationship. What was he to Willow? A lover? A lover-to-be? Casual partners? He wanted to know. An evening came after their having sex when he was offered the opportunity for that question. As she smoked a cigarette, she blew into the room. She turned to him with alluring eyes and gave him another kiss. "I am very fond of you, Jaune. You fancy me in such a way." She returned to him, wanting more of his body. He was enjoying the pleasure, but it wasn't the answer he wanted to hear.

Jaune, depsite the pain, went to his knees and watched her play with herself. Her panties covered his views, but he could the sounds of her juices emitting from her pussy. With her having an audience for the first time, she was beginning to be quite shy.

"You don't have to look with such intent," she said.

"I am sorry," he responded as he looked away.

"Come here," she demanded, "There is something I want you to do." Listening to her request, he came to her. "I want you to get on top of me and eat me out. Are you okay with that?"

"Yes ma'am," he responded.

Jaune asked Willow again. This time when she invited him for a drive.

'Willow, what am I to you?'

'A sweet boy and a wonderful lover, of course.'

'Am I your lover?'

'Why do you entertain that thought, sweetie?'

'Well, you are a married woman. I know this is wrong. But, I am growing more fond of you.'

'You're a sweet boy, Jaune. You know how to capture hearts. Especially with an old lady like me.'

She didn't say more. She took him to a winery where they toured and tasted the finest of wines. They went horseback riding and had a candlelight dinner by the mountainside. Their evening was concluded by having a nightcap underneath the stars. That night was different. She was angry. She dug her nails into his back. She wasn't his name. She was calling the name of her husband.

Jaune, with his dick in attention, went on top of Willow and from his viewpoint was the moist, dripping hot pussy he started to be accustomed to. He felt weird as it was his first time to perform this act with her.

"You know what to do, okay dear," asked Willow pleadingly. That was the first time she ever gave him a hint of permission. Without a word, he placed his tongue on her pussy. As soon as he made contact, she buried herself in his ass to covered her loudly moans. By that time, he felt her tongue thrusting within his hole. She used her hands to massage his dick and his balls. He felt good as he began taking care of Willow's honey pot. Her juices tasted funny. He was like a puppy as he lapped his tongue into her honey pot. She moaned loudly as she became tickled as he rubbed his nose inside of it as well.

"You are so good at this," said Willow as she went back to licking his ass, "Keep going. Just like that." Jaune continued and he felt her folds enveloping around his tongue, implying that she was getting close. "Yeah, right there, Jaune. Right there, baby," she screamed in moans. He continued to perform his act. Upon sight, he saw her clit erected and whimsically, he placed his teeth around it. Suddenly, her dam erupted as her juices splashed across his face. "I am coming," she screamed following her climax. Jaune's eyes were slightly burning from the acidity of her juices, but he didn't mind. For as long she was able to receive pleasure, then all was well.

Time went by since the winery and didn't see any sign of Willow. Every day, Jaune ventured to the diner to wait on Willow. He waited until the waitress alerted of closing time. He frequented every establishment he went with Willow. They told him that they have not heard a word of Willow. With no other choice, he decided to ask the daughter of his, what he called, lover.

Asking the whereabouts of her mother was compared to adding kerosene to the fire. His face was met with a heavy slap from Weiss. Followed by another slap and another slap. Weiss continued to attack the blonde until he tasted blood. Even in the midst of anger, tears dropped from her eyes to his swollen cheeks. "You fucking traitor! How could you? Why could you? You were that dense and with...with...her?" Weiss ran out into the corridor. Her teammates followed her. Eyes were staring at the confused Jaune. He wasn't aware of what was going on. He didn't have a clue.

"Let me be on top so I won't hurt you, Jaune," she told him. He positioned himself to the bed where he knew he was going to have another consummation with Willow. He looked at her. He really focused on her. "What are you waiting for, Jaune? Aren't you ready?" He needed to see. It was beyond the makeup. It was darker. He had seen it before. It didn't register until he started thinking about what happened when they have met at the diner.

Jacques Schnee wasn't bold enough to do the dirty work on his own. He was the proprietor of the dust company. He had a reputation and wasn't going to get his hands dirty. So, he decided to hire some local goons to do the dirty work for him. He was on his way when they approached him in a van. They snatched him into the van and took him to parts unknown.

They took turns beating him. They weren't angry. They weren't upset. It was a game. Blindfolded and gagged, he had to take the blows of his goons. They bashed him with blunt instruments, they kicked him and stomped him until he was losing consciousness. When they knew he was fading, they splashed water to alert him so they can attack him some more. The beating lasted hours, but it felt like an eternity.

That's why you were afraid to answer? That's why you couldn't say anything?

Tears streamed down Jaune's tired eyes. "Do you love me?"

Willow dropped to her knees on the bed. She looked exposed. It was the first time she looked vulnerable.

"Do you love me?"

Tears weren't going to deny the question. She tried not to cry, but the mascara streamed down her flushed cheeks. It exposed her scars. The cuts, the scrapes. She even wore a shiner like his. She just dressed it better than him. Jaune sat up and cradled Willow into her arms. She sniffled as she kissed his neck.

"What do you want me to say," she cried to Jaune. "That my husband beats me? That he cheats on me? That he uses my name to get benefits? What Jaune? Why do you even care?"

"Why," he retorted. "I wouldn't got my ass beaten if I didn't care for you. I wouldn't go out of this way if I didn't." He clenched his teeth as he was tightening his fist. "I wouldn't say these words to a woman I loved despite of her telling her husband my whereabouts to stop him from beating you." He kissed her forehead with tenderness. "If I didn't love you, Willow, why would I come for you."

It was Willow who found his whereabouts. It was Willow who had taken him to the hotel where they are currently residing.

"You don't know me, Jaune," she said to him.

"Then why are we here?"

She went quiet.

"Why are we here?"

She began sniffling.

"Just answer me that, Willow. Please, please."

She went back into his chest. "Because I am afraid if I say those words, then you will be like the others." Jaune watched as she spread her lips wide enough for him to make his entrance. "Promise me one thing, sweetheart," said Willow.

"Anything," he responded.

"Even if it is just one night. Even if this whole thing is like a dream. Promise me to make me feel like I am very important to you. Even if it is for one night."

He lied back down on the bed and helped Willow direct his dick into her pussy. She allowed him to rub his phallus against her pussy for lubrication, but slowly placing his dick inside of her pussy. Willow cringed in pleasure as she felt his long, hot rod inside of her.

"It's okay, baby, your Jaune is here," he said as he saw that Willow was crying. He tightly wrapped his arms around her. "Just take your time with this. I am not going anywhere. Let me help you, okay, sweetie."

"You're treating like a child," she responded while wiping her tears.

"Let me spoil you this once," he told her. He grabbed his hands around her ass and helped her thrust his dick into her pussy.

"How does it feel, sweetheart," he said as he massaged her ass.

"It feels good," she answered. He was licking her neck as she was excited. Her toes began to curl from the pleasure.

Admittedly, Jaune was not the best she had ever had. But knowing he was inexperienced to her caliber, she knew that he has to practice with her so that he could get better.

Jaune slowly thrust his dick inside of Willow. Although he was not a virgin and he has had plenty of sexual encounters, but he felt such a novice and was sort of embarrassed. As further they pair delved into sex, the more passionate they became.

The bed began creaking as Jaune was getting adjusted on to the notions on what Willow wanted during sex. They guided each other throughout the entire time. By that time, with each stroke, her moans were getting deeper. As their hot flesh was sweating and humping against each other, she tightened her fingers on his back, causing her to claw it. He didn't care as the pain he was receiving turned into pleasure as he continued making love to her. After some minutes, Willow could sense that Jaune was on the verge of climaxing, so she alternated her movements for him to give her strong strokes in order to prepare for the hot load she was highly anticipating.

"I'm getting close to coming," said Jaune.

"Please, release it, Jaune. Release that hot sperm inside of me," cried Willow.

"I am coming," he screamed as he released all of his semen inside of her pussy. She became thrilled as she felt his hot load erupting inside of her cervix. He didn't stop climaxing. He continued for a few more minutes before it subsided.

When Jaune came to, he tried to pull his dick from her pussy, but she didn't let her grip go.

"Just a little longer," said Willow. "Just a little longer."

"Whatever I can to serve you," said Jaune. "That's what a lover does."

"I know," said Willow as she began resting on his chest. "I know."

He didn't know what tomorrow might bring. Was she going to be there in the morning? Was he going to wake up to the goons who attacked him? Jacques? Weiss? He often thought that Willow was right. Maybe he was too young to understand love. Maybe these chain of events were to promote his personality. He tried not to think about. Willow was there. His woman was there. She was lying beside him.

As Jaune finally went into a slumber, Willow finally managed to say the words. He didn't answer but heard the sniffling from her back. He wanted her to say it to his face when the time was right.

"I love you, too."

To be continued...