Jaune entered with some difficulty through the window. Gasping in exhaustion as he nearly collapsed into the bedroom. Four stories, he had climbed, relying only on the old vines that adorned the Schnee walls. It was terrifying, and though Jaune was by no means a weak boy he had feared for his life several times. Jaune had never attempted to climb the Schnee mansion before, and he hoped this would be the first and last time.
Tonight, however was a special night.
The night of the tournament Weiss had disappeared back into the estate, soon after he made clear to her that he disproved of her interest in Beacon Academy. The day after he had seen her in the gardens. She was pointedly ignoring his presence. Finally, after a week of this treatment it dawned on him that the Schnee heiress was avoiding him.
He panicked. Day and night at the forge he worked. Jaune had remembered her love for the rapier and with much begging to his master he forged a weapon he thought would be worthy of her attention. The fateful day came when he delivered his work to the estate guards.
It was promptly returned the next morning.
Jaune had despaired, until he found a note hidden within the scabbard.
'Tomorrow night. Climb the south wall and into the second window. It will be open.'
There was no signature, but he understood.
The Heiress was reading when he entered the room. She sat crossed legged, absorbed in a book as moonlight shone upon her through the large window. Jaune was captivated as always.
Weiss Schnee was a girl of great beauty. Her classical Atlesian blood had blessed her with clear blue eyes, high cheek bones, and the signature Schnee hair color of the most brilliant white. Her small lips were rouged, complementing her fair complexion. She was dressed elegantly in a stately assembles of lonely blues, an absent collar paired with a shining brooch that accentuated the creamy white of her exposed neck. Her hair coiffed in a loose ponytail that paired well with her soft inquisitive smile.
Jaune let out a small gasp as her eyes flashed to his, her blues eyes keen and amused. He watched as his lady stood and walked unobtrusively towards the door of the bedchamber.
Click
She had locked the room. With nary a whisper she spun on her feet to face him.
"Oh dear. I seem to have a guest. Sir, state your business for intruding so late at night," she spoke in a faux-regal amused voice. Jaune could only gulp as the light of the moon cast a brilliant sheen over her body as she stalked towards him.
"I got your message Ms. Schnee, I-" he went quiet as she caressed his face with a soft hand.
"Are you an intruder who has come to steal my most precious treasure? I assure you my good sir, you will find nothing here," Weiss seemed to take definite satisfaction at her own words, as she drifted away with a light sigh.
Jaune was a blacksmith's apprentice, a worthless nobody, a pauper with not two lien to his name but he wasn't stupid. Weiss Schnee would never willingly call someone 'sir', unless…
"Apologies my Lady, but I uh… I have come to steal this treasure of yours so that I can live as a rich man to the end of my days," he declared uncertainly, his eyes lowered as he gave a deep bow.
As Jaune looked up, he discovered Weiss staring at him with a wide smile on her face.
"But sir! Do you not trust the words of a maiden so fair?" the Heiress' face adopted a devastatingly forlorn expression. Jaune's heart beat fast with emotion, but he steeled himself.
"I must insist. The treasure must be here somewhere… and I shall find it!" the apprentice finished with a flourish and could not help feeling a little foolish.
He nearly recoiled as Weiss produced and tossed him a small key from the sleeves of her dress, "Well then sir, I leave you to your search," she sighed dismissively as she waved him off with an errant gesture.
Emboldened by perceived approval, Jaune began to search the chamber. He kept a constant eye on Weiss, who never seemed to express disapproval as he went drawer to drawer and chest to chest in the large bedchamber. It was quite the experience for the poor boy. Jaune had never seen so much wealth concentrated in such a small space, as he sated his curiosity of the lofty rich. Eventually, after he had perused through the various shelves and brushed against the plethora of expensive baubles he turned to her with a confused expression.
Now the heiress donned a sour expression, "Good. You have seen then there is nothing here. You have searched everywhere have you not?" Jaune's ears perked before a light dawned upon him.
"My apologies fair lady," he gave another bow, "But you may have more hiding places…" Jaune trailed off as he looked pointedly at Weiss's dress as the ghost of a smile flickered across his face.
"You brute!" the Schnee heiress hissed, crossing her arms indignantly, "You believe I have hidden the treasure upon my person?"
"Yes. Yes I do." Jaune answered with a deliberate nod.
"Barbarian!" Weiss accused as she stamped her foot in anger, "Fine, I will allow you to search my garments. However, it must be on my terms."
Weiss spun on her feet and stalked towards the chamber's large dresser. Patiently, Jaune watched as Weiss pulled large silk contraption from her furniture and made her way to the chamber's single large window. Realization dawned, as Weiss set up a large rectangular screen.
The screen was adorned with an intricate pattern of snowflakes that denoted the Schnee family emblem and as Weiss stepped behind it however, Jaune realized that the screen was only partially opaque. The thin material, which would usually cover the occupant in its entirety during the day, proved ineffectual at night.
The moonlight shone through the large window, allowing a clear shadow across the screen to be visible. Jaune watched enraptured, as the shadow of Weiss's curved body began to move.
He watched as the heiress stepped out of her shoes. His mouth hanging as she bent downward, her back arching as she slowly unfurled her stockings. He watched as a dainty hand grasped thin cloth and they appeared to the side of the screen.
Jaune took the stockings and made a show of inspecting them. Gently he placed them down upon the bed before turning his attention back to the screen. Weiss stood facing him, hands on her hips with impatience.
"Not enough," Jaune spoke, his voice hoarse.
He felt a heat cross his body as she continued with a flourish. Again and again she removed another piece of her clothing in a sultry manner. Her long hair flicking to the side as she removed her corset. Her arms moving elegantly as she slipped out of her blouse. He watched enraptured as she shimmied cutely out of her chemise.
Jaune's eyes roved the screen, as he took hold of the last item. A clip that had released her hair. A deep yearning growing within him, as the profile of the heiress stared at him mockingly. The outlined swell of her breasts and curves of her body teased from the other side of thin fabric. She seemed to be looking to the side of the screen, her arms sweeping in a provocative gesture. Jaune was reminded of their passionate encounters.
"Still not satisfied you dunce?" Weiss's sharp voice came through the screen, "Very well. I shall permit you to search upon my person."
Jaune swallowed audibly, as he watched Weiss's shadow make a slow approach to the edge of the screen. Deathly silent, his ears heard her shallow breathing and his eyes glued to the shadows on the screen.
He watched as a creamy white leg appeared into view and then, as Weiss turned the corner, an expanse of soft bare skin under the fading moonlight. Snow white hair cascading down around her shoulders as her bare body came into view. A single arm wrapped around her, covering the roundness of her breasts. The second, Weiss lay delicately between her legs, hiding her lips from view.
He watched her as she stood shyly, looking intensely uncomfortable and invulnerable. Jaune breathed deep, taking in her intoxicating scent. He could not control himself as his eyes raked over her body, from the length of her legs, to the swell of her hips, to the curve of shoulders. He watched breath taken as she pulled closer, eyes downcast.
"I am at your mercy sir," she whispered.
Hesitant, Jaune reached with hands. They landed on her shoulders, brushing along her body as he moved downward. Excitement in his breath, his fingers moved past her arms to focus on the swell of her hips. His hands moved to caress the length of her thighs before ending at her bare feet. He could not help but feel the front of his pants start to swell, as a heat rose to his face.
She turned elegantly, revealing her bare shoulders and back forming a perfect valley before reaching the swell of her bottom. Jaune first started at the nape of neck, a smile spreading across his face as she gasped at his touch. Down the length of her back he drifted before his hands rested on her backside, which he gave a soft squeeze. She twitched at the action but said nothing.
She turned again, slowly releasing an arm as the swell of her breasts and two pink buds came into view. He watched in fascination as they seem to heave slightly, moving at her resting breaths.
Before he could move, she had taken hold of his hand. Gently, she guided him to her cleavage. Jaune could feel the palpable excitement in the air. He leaned forward, moving closer to her small pert breasts. His hands moved across her chest, cupping her breasts as he brushed and thumbed against her nipples. Jaune felt a sense of satisfaction, as the heiress moaned slightly.
Jaune stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Her beautiful eyes met his own, as she backed away moving towards the bed. A lone hand was extended towards him, beckoning. Jaune followed like a lost puppy.
Without turning Weiss sat on the silk bead, leaning backwards as she removed the offending hand from between her lags. Jaune watched as her flower revealed itself, her aroused labia parting as she spread her regions gently with her fingers. The fleshy pink lips glistened with moisture, seemingly dripping with wetness. Her free hand made a 'come hither' gesture.
He lunged forward, only to stop as Weiss moved to embrace him. He groaned as she coyly nibbled at his cheek, pressing her body to his. Through the thickness of his tunic he could feel the heat of her skin. He hissed in pleasure as he felt his trousers fall to the floor and a moist wetness rubbing against his manhood. His rod bulging, begging for release.
Involuntary, his hips thrusted forward, sliding her flower against his heat. He wanted to grab her and push her down, but he weakly allowed himself to be still, as she nibbled and whispered nothings into his ear. His strength left him, as Weiss gave him a wink and soft kiss. All the while, moving her hips forwards and backwards, letting the moist of her nether-regions cover his crotch.
His eyes widened as she fell to her knees and he felt the familiar sensation of her soft mouth. He groaned as she expertly slid her tongue down his length. Her hands gripping and fondling as she brought him right up to burst before withdrawing almost entirely.
Soon, Jaune found himself near to tears, panting as his crotch begged for release. Desperately he looked down, his pleading eyes meeting her amused ones, before she released herself with a pop.
"I need you to promise me something Jaune," Weiss asked, continuing to stroke him.
His body burning, Jaune grit his teething frustration, "Anything M-Miss Schnee. Anything."
Furiously, she brought his pain to an end. His manhood erupting as loops of his seed exploded from his core. His violent spurts traveled through the air, the first string falling across Weiss's long hair as the rest landing across her face. Normally, Jaune would have felt a sense of joy at this, but Weiss was continuing to look up at him, unperturbed by the creamy substance.
"Jaune. Do not follow me to Beacon."
AN: The plot moves forward at a snail's pace. The next update may take time longer than expected. Beacon and Weiss will be the focus. Thank you to everyone who has given a review. Criticism is always appreciated.