Thanks for joining me again kiddos. Sorry about the late upload but it was a busy day and Qrow's gotta keep the woman happy.
Today we'll be having a little bit of Arkos.
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Enjoy yourselves and until next time, stay smutty.
Update: THIS CHAPTER IS NON CONSENT
Jaune lay awake in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, breathing slowly and letting his mind process everything that had happened up until this point. He had lied his way into Beacon, faked his transcripts, he never should have been there. He met Pyrrha, she changed him, she saw a potential in him that no one had ever seen before. His family told him that it was okay if he wasn't able to do it, they fully expected that one day he would return. He worked at it as hard as he could, he refused to give up. He wanted to be noticed.
He was noticed. He was noticed by Pyrrha but he was so worried about becoming better and too busy chasing after a girl that was out of his league that he had never noticed that Pyrrha was always there, looking right at him. The final moments in which he made the realization happened too fast and they remained in his memory, existing as a vivid blur. Pyrrha kissed him, shoved him into a locker, sent him to safety. He was broken that day, the pain was worse than any physical pain he had ever experienced and any shame he'd ever known. She was gone. That was all there was to it.
He rolled onto his side, staring out the window at Haven, taking in a deep breath as he remembered Qrow fighting Tyrian, and their battle against the nuckelavee. They had survived despite the odds, and even though he felt relieved for the first time since they had left Beacon, he felt uneasy. What would come next? They'd come to help fight against Cinder and Salem. What if they weren't strong enough? What if they failed again and Haven fell? Would it be the end of Remnant as they knew it? Jaune groaned, unable to get comfortable and unable to stop his mind from wandering.
He sat up, rubbing his face and taking a deep breath in before standing. His blanket fell of off him onto the bed, he was in his jeans yet, but had taken off his hoodie and undershirt, they'd both been heavily soiled from his training with Qrow and Ruby earlier in the day and he'd thrown them in the wash. Jaune moved to the door, glancing back into the room and wondering where Ren and Nora had ran off to. It was getting later, the sun was setting, and their training had been much earlier in the day. There was no reason for them to be gone, unless Nora had decided to take him along on another evening stroll. They disappeared far more often now that they were "together together".
Jaune opened the door, stepping out into the hallway and closing the door behind him, finding the corridor to be empty. A light hung above, flickering every now and then, indicating that it needed repairs but it was unlikely that anyone cared. There were two other doors aside from his own, both identical with the exception of the chipping paint on the door to his right. Jaune made his way down the hall, heading down the stairs and moving to the laundry room, hoping to find that one of the employees had washed his clothing. He could do it himself if need be, but he wanted to have the hoodie now. It reminded him of home and Pyrrha in a way. She was on that cereal box every time he opened it.
He turned into the room, stopping short as he reached the archway, his jaw slacking as he stood stunned. Sitting on a stool beside the wash basin was Pyrrha, wearing Jaune's hoodie and her shorts, and was washing what appeared to be his undershirt. Jaune was paralyzed. It couldn't be Pyrrha, he knew better, Ruby said that she had watched Pyrrha dissipate after Cinder had shot her in the chest. But she looked real and she was sitting only a few feet away. She was humming something lightly as she scrubbed the shirt, pulling it out of the water for a moment so that she could look it over. She seemed satisfied and wrung it out, holding it out in front of her and turning towards Jaune.
They stood in silence. Looking at each other, the same soft smile as always pulled at her lips. She set the shirt back down on the stool behind her and walked to him slowly. Her movements flowed, Jaune watching her carefully as she stopped just inches from him, looking into his eyes. He inhaled gently through his nose. This was too real to be a dream, he could smell her! She had the same musk that he'd remembered when they'd held hands outside of the cafeteria, when they'd danced together. This was Pyrrha.
"Hello again," she said softly. Her hand gently caressed his jaw line, stopping at his chin as she took another step closer.
"Pyrrha," he replied, barely able to get her name out. Shock still gripped his body. How? She pulled him in, gently kissing him on the lips and releasing, leaving him dizzy. He was light headed, what was happening? Pyrrha stood before him. "Ruby said she saw you die."
"I can understand her confusion, and I can't explain how I'm still alive either, but what I do know is that I woke up in Salem's lair and managed to escape," Pyrrha explained. She laughed as she wrapped her arms around herself. "I never knew your hoodie had a bunny on it. I think it's adorable Jaune."
"This is great!" He exclaimed. He pushed past her and grabbed his undershirt, throwing it on and grabbing her wrist, leading her out the door.
"Where are you taking me?!" She laughed.
"I want to tell everyone you're okay!" He told her. "Ruby will want to see you! And you have to meet Oscar!"
"It's getting late Jaune, I think we can go see them in the morning," she told him. "Why don't we do something alone? Just the two of us?" She made her way down the hall as she slipped from his grasp, he watched her disappear up the stairs before he followed after her.
"Well sure, what did you have in mind?" Jaune asked. "We could go on a walk if you'd like. There's a nice park less than a mile from here, they keep it lit with lanterns and there's a pond. We could sit and I could tell you everything that's happened since you died…" She glanced back at him, still climbing the stairs. "Since you left."
"Actually, I was thinking we could do something completely alone," she explained entering the hallway. She moved to the door and waited for Jaune who had the key. He fumbled with it for a moment.
"Uh, ok. Hey, how did you know that this was our room?" Jaune asked, opening it and letting her in. She smiled softly at him as she sat on one of the beds and admired the room.
"I ran into Nora on the way in, she told me the room and promised to keep Ren occupied for a couple of hours," Pyrrha explained.
"Why did she do that? Pyrrha, I'm not following, they could have joined us," he told her. She looked away, glancing towards the window and blushing, the last rays of sunlight gracing them and shining on Pyrrha, giving her an angelic glow.
"Jaune, come here," she told him quietly. He moved to her, stopping in front of her and meeting her line of sight out the window. The city seemed to shine, and it seemed to shine brighter now that he knew that Pyrrha was still alive. She grabbed his arm, forcing him to look at her and pulled him in, kissing him deeply. It caught him off guard and he found himself confused for a moment, he lingered as she placed her forehead on his, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I missed you Jaune."
"I missed you too." He choked the words. He resisted the tears. She felt like home. He kissed her again, their slow and sensual kisses growing more frequent until Pyrrha pulled back. He watched her, she was blushing harder than he'd ever seen. What was it?
Pyrrha reached down, crossing her arms and taking a hold of the bottom of the sweater, pulling it off over her head. Jaune's face turned bright red as he took in the sight of Pyrrha's breasts, clad only in a red strapless push up bra that almost matched her hair. Jaune stared long and hard, noting the scar in the middle of her chest from Cinder's arrow, but much more enraptured with her bosom, unsure what to do next. She looked away, blushing slightly.
"Don't stare," she said. "It's embarrassing."
"What are you doing?" He asked. "I… I shouldn't… Were you too warm? I can let you wear my shirt." Jaune had seen breasts at least once before on accident, he had almost more sisters than he cared to count, but right now he couldn't move, a strange sensation over taking him. He wanted to reach out. He wanted to reach out and take them in his hands. He wanted to feel them. He wanted to taste them? This was absurd… wasn't it? He pulled off his shirt and tried to hand it to her, but she looked up at him, her eyes seeming upset. "Pyrrha?"
"I want to make love Jaune," she told him quietly. She looked past him at the floor as it sank in with him. He wasn't naive… Well, he was, but he knew what sex was. Why? Out of all the guys in the world, what would make her want to choose him? He set down the shirt on the bed beside her, never taking his eyes away from her gaze. "I used to watch you constantly, I never took my eyes off of you. You were a great leader and by the time that Beacon had fallen you had grown in skill by leaps and bounds. You were my White Knight. You never thought that I was unapproachable just because I was so much more popular and talented."
"Pyrrha, I-"
"And seeing you chase after Weiss all the time was hard, but I was determined to do whatever I needed to get you to notice to me, but I waited too long the first time. I don't want to make that same mistake again Jaune," she explained. Jaune knelt in front of the bed, he had questions to ask her, but she cut him off before he could even begin by placing out her hand for him to take. He complied and she took his hand in hers and placed it on her right breast. He went stiff as his palm made contact with skin, his fingers delicately clasping the teat as she watched him the whole time. "How does it feel?"
Softly he kneaded, his right hand finally catching up with the left and reaching for her other breast, massaging her bosom. She breathed slowly, smiling subtly as she glanced down at his hands before looking back up at him. His face was taken, she could see the wonder, his eyes mystified. They were soft and full, without compressing he could barely wrap his fingers completely around. He was gentle, he had never handled a woman before, but he knew that he wanted more. A desire crept over him, telling him that he needed more. He cupped her tits from beneath, lifting them with care and feeling how heavy they were.
"They feel amazing Pyrrha," he droned. Everything else in the world had disappeared and his mind was fully encompassed by her exposure.
"Would you like to see more Jaune?" She asked. He looked up, she had been watching him the entire time, hoping that he liked what he felt and saw. She wanted him to do more than just enjoy the experience, she wanted him to know her deeply. She was vulnerable, the great Pyrrha Nikos, half naked in front of a man. Never in her life had she been weaker, but she'd also never felt so anxious and excited. He nodded slowly, not sure that he could find the words at the moment, and he released her, patiently waiting to see what would come of his compliance. Pyrrha reached back, unlatching her bra and holding it to her body with her left arm.
The anticipation was enough to drive Jaune insane, anxiety was stacking quickly inside of his body. He was half tempted to reach out, clutch the brassiere, and toss it quickly from her body. He waited patiently however, something holding him back, as if he knew that this wait was possibly the greatest of his entire life. She looked down at the bra in her hand, blushing harder as she removed it all at once, setting it down on the bed beside her. She looked back at her breasts, her nipples erect as she gave her breasts a squeeze and looked up at his face once more. She watched him, stared into his soul.
Jaune swallowed hard, the sight of her nipples changing his subdued building excitement into an unabashed greed. He wanted to throw her onto the bed and ravage her body with his mouth, but he held back. He reached out quickly, unable to slow his hands and lightly grabbed both nipples, rolling them between his fingers. He tweaked them, pinched them, pulled on them. Pyrrha closed her eyes and shuddered, her mouth agape as she inhaled sharply. Jaune moved in without her notice, cupping her left breast and putting it in his mouth, his tongue playfully teasing her nipple. She gasped, both of her hands grasping Jaune's head, keeping him in place.
"Oh Jaune," she groaned. Something about hearing his name that way filled him with determination. His teeth clamped gently, pulling on the protuberance delicately. Her back arcked, thrusting her chest closer and he wrapped his right arm around her, holding her there. She groaned faintly, mewling as he continued to play, his left hand haphazardly groping her other tit as his teeth were content with their own work. "You don't know… How long I've waited for this moment… For you to notice me… For you to take me…" Her hands pulled at his hair, her breathing was still relatively slow, but more intense. "Take me Jaune."
"Anything you want Pyrrha," he breathed. He let her go slowly, allowing her to sit on the bed and she regained her composure, slipping off of the side on the mattress, kneeling before him. She unfastened his pants, pulling them cleanly down to his ankles and freeing his erection. Pyrrha worked eagerly, pulling his member out of his boxers, leaving them on him for the moment, and consumed it with her eyes. It was bigger than she could have imagined and her fingers reached out and traced down in from the tip to the base. It twitched which filled her with heat and excitement, a bit of precum lingered on the top. He was inexperienced and it showed, but that didn't matter. Pyrrha only wanted Jaune to be happy, and she was prepared to take the next step.
Her fingers wrapped around his shaft which forced at involuntary shudder out of Jaune, a single pseudo-gasp escaping him as she began to methodically stroke. She set a subtle pace, moving in closer and sucking gently on his balls. His body became rigid, his breathing shallow as every breath caught in his chest. There was a desire for more despite his inexperience, his body knew better than he did what it wanted. The sound of Pyrrha ceasing her suckling for oxygen only amplified his wanton intentions. The wetness of her saliva took him off guard as she spit on his cock, lubricating it so that her hand would slide more freely.
"Are you pleased Jaune," she asked looking up at him. He chuckled with a groan, trying for a semblance of composure as he looked down to assure her that he was. The words never left his mouth, her eyes never left his own as her mouth took most of his member, her tongue working happily as it danced around the head. Jaune involuntarily bucked, deepthroating Pyrrha unintentionally, forcing her to choke for a moment and he pulled out.
"Pyrrha, I…" It was all he could muster before she hungrily took his cock again, grabbing his ass and assisting in the fucking of her own mouth. The gagging had been a turn off when it had been accidental, but as she did it repeatedly it rapidly pushed Jaune further, he took the initiative to assist her and slammed it in and out. Pyrrha was crazed, unaware of the fact that the gagging turned her on as well, and Jaune's eagerness had only turned her into a mindless screwing machine. She moved faster, almost prepared to take the load in her mouth when she realized an aching within. She pulled out and let herself breath for a few moments, Jaune doing the same as she removed his boxers.
Finishing then would have been a mistake. She watched as his cock twitched and she lay back on the bed. She wanted him inside of her, she wanted to feel her vagina wrapped around his phallus, a complete unity in pleasure and in flesh. She removed her shorts, Jaune watching as she discarded them, tossing them away. His eyes returned to her body to find that she wore no panties, her mound was already considerably wet and she blushed once again, despite everything they'd already done. He had never seen female genitalia before, but he knew he wanted to be buried within.
"Are you sure about this," he asked breathily. He climbed onto the bed, looming over her body. She nodded.
"If only you knew how many nights at Beacon that I lost sleep over the thought of this moment," she told him. He knew what she was implying and moved in, spreading her legs and positioning himself for entrance. She grabbed onto his cock, guiding it as he pressed slowly in, her entire upper body extending as she bit her lip, gasping hard and releasing her breath with a moan. "Please Jaune. Fuck me." He pulled back slightly, pushing in once again, reaching further this time as Pyrrha clutched the sheets, trying to assist him by attempting to slide down his member further. "Fuck. Jaune. Keep going. Keep… Ahh..."
As she pleaded he'd pulled back again and maneuvered the rest of the way in, his own body satisfied to feel her warm, wet walls accepting his entire length. Slowly and methodically he pumped, watching as her face twisted to ahegao, no longer ashamed or holding back. She rocked against his rhythm, both of them determined to fill the other with complete ecstasy. Pyrrha's hand mindlessly found her clitoris, massaging it as he continued his task and she groaned. She needed more, she could feel the build up, but she was yet on the cusp of pleasure. Her other hand toyed with her left breast, groping it as she whimpered.
"Faster Jaune. Harder. Make me feel how bad you need it," she instructed him between breaths. He grabbed her by the hips, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, using her body to assist in fucking her harder. The bed rocked, crashing against the wall, but neither of them cared at this point, the build up of Jaune's release grew more quickly by the moment and Pyrrha's hand manipulated her clit with precision and vigor, her walls spasming slightly as her legs trembled. "Jaune!" He gave one last deep thrust as she screamed, kissing her lips hard as she moaned repeatedly into his mouth. "Jaune… Jaune… Thank you… I love you."
"And I love you," he said as he pulled out gently. Her body lay still as her chest heaved, she exhaled heavily as she felt her pussy and collected some of the liquid on her fingers. She examined it, about to taste it when Jaune took her hand and sucked it off. So this was what Pyrrha tasted like. It wasn't the most desirable taste, but the slight salt made it bearable and the fact that it came from Pyrrha was all he needed to enjoy it.
"You're still hard," she noted as she sat up, forcing him to sit beside her. "Didn't you get off?" He shook his head.
"I wanted to make sure you were okay," he said out of breath still. She laughed.
"Oh Jaune, you're such a strange boy," she told him. She pushed him onto his back and climbed over his body, feeling her opening with her fingers again, using them to spread her lips slightly and determine how wet she was.. She moved them back to her mouth, spitting on her hand and grabbing his penis, saturating his member with her saliva. She turned around so that he had his first full view of her ass, and eased him in, her head tilting back slightly as she moaned. She humped him slowly at first, gyrating so that he could feel every bit of her womanhood enjoying his cock. "Do you like the view?"
"Of course," he replied groaning. He gave her a slap on the ass and she flinched, laughing slightly.
"You're so big Jaune," she told him, humping him a bit harder now, surprising him with the fact that she somehow now felt tighter. He groaned, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. It had been amazing. Pyrrha was alive. They were having sex. Jaune had never felt more alive and it made the impending explosion all the more exciting. He opened his eyes, looking at Pyrrha and noting something happening. Her ass almost seemed fuller and there was a gradual change creeping up her body. A scar slowly formed across her back until it reached just below her shoulder blades, her hair dissipating as it was replaced by short black hair, and her upper back contained a tattoo.
"Pyrrha?" He asked. She laughed breathily as she looked back at him. Someone laughed beside him and he glanced over, Emerald sat on the opposite bed in the room, masturbating as she watched them. Emerald moaned, looking into his eyes.
"Look Cinder," Emerald groaned. "Even though he can see it's you he keeps going." Cinder smiled at him.
"Fill me Jaune."
AN: Whoo boy. I didn't expect that this chapter would elicit such a strong response from those who read it but it did. I apologize for the most part, I couldn't resist such a twist. You all have my word as a halfway decent smut writing human being that the next time Arkos appears a slight the pairing, it will be legitimate. Thanks for the feed back everyone.
