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Blush
By: Imyoshi
Jaune Arc fought a losing battle.
Dinner was around the corner, and he dreaded his anticipation. The pencil in his hand, he lost count, maybe number seven, snapped from the pressure as he watched his heart attack chit-chat with her team.
Look at Ruby feigning innocence. Nothing innocent about that filthy girl. Now that he knew what existed underneath that combat skirt, his chest squeezed with his jeans turning tight. The suppleness of those hidden mounds taunted him as she leaned on her desk to laugh at some joke Yang said. Only her underwear had kept him from seeing the pink petals underneath in that picture. A photo that she had sent him.
Curse squishy thighs and a tilted angle!
Blood rushed to his face every time he looked at her. Snap! Whelp, there went his last pencil. Beep! Beep! Beep! At least the final class ended for the day, time for dinner. He got up, moved his feet quickly to the door, and practically rushed out the hallway, only for a speeding blur to tackle him and latch onto his arm. There was that pesky blood again. Looking down at his nemesis forced his blood to race.
"Hi!"
Ruby grinned kindly at him, grabbing his arm for her ritual arm-possession. He frowned. Best to ignore her, except she placed his arm in a new position that made his body shiver. Right in the center of her chest, between the valley of perkiness. Things went rigid fast. A body cooked between an open fire, and the flames of passion burned as she led him to the Mess Hall to pick up their dinner.
Hugging with all her might, she hid her smirk in the folds of his sleeve, feeling the way his body stiffened once he realized she forwent wearing a bra. Poor, delusional Jaune, fighting a losing war. Would be so much easier if he gave in and became her mate. Why fight when making love was so much better? Giggle! Maybe it was the idea of him fighting so hard, or perhaps it was mere filth of it all, but teasing him made her engine purr. She wanted him to know about her state of undress. She wanted him to look at that picture she sent.
Ruby wanted Jaune to want her.
So far, judging by the way his pulse sped up, his body already staged a coup against his brain. Mutiny at its finest, she only needed to up the filth, and sooner or later, he would claim her. Now, that led to the question of how to tease him next? Huh? Maybe more of her booty? An easy thing to do, and she already had the perfect idea for when she caught him in the library next. A little snip-snip there, and some leaning here, and things might turn hot. Hot! Deliciously so.
Oh, speaking of mouth-watering goodness, her tummy rumbled in protest.
Humph! Stubborn stomach. Always thinking about food, never thinking about the yummy morsel caught in her arms. If only she found a way to appease that craving, but her diet consisted of sugars, protein, milk, and everything in-between! So unless Jaune hid some secret milkshake from her, then off to the Mess Fall they went. Not a problem. Thanks to his futile running, they were one of the first people there and received their food lickety-split. Never once did she release his arm, pressing her body firmly to muscle that enjoyed the sensation.
Never once did his blush vanish, not until they reached their room and ate in silence.
Then she leaned into his body, sighing blissfully with her cheek rested against his shoulder. He purposely looked away, only for her to reach out and scoop a smidge of food from his cheek and lick it clean off her finger with her tongue taking long, sensual strokes. When the audible pop came, he groaned, and if that wasn't enough, she reached out for a banana and dipped it into some strawberry cream. One dip, two dip, three dip and four, and there she went, licking the filling clean off the fruit with eyes innocent and body pressed.
Resistance crumbled, but stubbornness refused to surrender. "... I'm not going to be your husband."
"You're so cute when you're in denial."
...
Pain.
Jaune hated to admit, but his body had looked forward to the beating that was sparring with Pyrrha.
So what if his jaw ached or muscles screamed in protest? Any minute now a blur of rose petals would whisk him away and rub away the aches and pains. Again, his body looked forward to the treatment, but he winced at the upcoming massage. No resting for him, not with the tornado of rose petals coming his way. They captured him in a vortex of crimson, leaving him but a prisoner. Ruby then appeared right in front of him, holding another questionable bag with questionable contents from a questionable girl. Her tilt of the head might appear adorable to some, only he knew better.
"Massage time!"
She zoomed around his body and pushed him toward their room. His feet offered no resistance. Dang it, body. They made it to the bedroom posthaste, and another sit down followed with her rummaging through her bag. The idea of escaping did register, the door only a yard away, but he remembered last time her blocking his escape before he made it even three steps. Not like he desired to run. Aches and bruises were wonderful motivators to keep a body still. Not to mention her soft hands knew where to find the knots.
Breathe.
Ruby held up a new bottle, squeezing the label for effect. Fingers gripped cotton. She spun on her heels and shook her finger for him to lay down on his front, but before he peeled off his shirt, she did, very slowly. Digits gripped threading painfully. Those same delicate hands raked their fingers up his bare chest as she tugged his shirt over his head, taking a quick mental picture before shoving him hard on the bed with a slow, strut-inducing walk. When she straddled his waist, eyes clouding in lewd intention, she hungrily licked her lips.
Look at those muscles. They all begged for stimulation. Sore. So many knots, but only one Ruby, it couldn't be helped. She must take her time between each. Fine by her. She reached out and squeezed her new bottle of lotion over his back, cooing when he shivered from the cold contact. Gentle hands spread the cream over his tender, heated skin, digging into the fissures of rock that made her want to rub her thighs. When she reached his obliques, he groaned. When she rubbed his shoulder blades, he keened. However, nothing beat when she ran a light finger up his spine. The way he moaned was music to her filthy ears.
"Oops, my finger slipped."
Jaune said nothing. She giggled. So stubborn, like all troublesome knots, but Ruby knew exactly where to apply the pressure. One-two, one-two, soon taunt muscles relaxed under soft, exploring hands. A tingle hint of strawberry filled the room. He ignored, to the best of abilities, the squishy feel of her thighs pressing to his sides. An impossibility as she kept attempting to rub them together, only to be stopped by his mountain of fiber. Dust! The way she flatted her palms against his shoulders meant he felt when she leaned forward, arching her back for her rear to rub against the base of his spine.
She then arched back, trailing her fingers once over before slapping his limbs. Time to focus on the meat of his training! Arms. How she savored holding his, grappling with her body pressed up against refined metal. They made her face run red, a side effect of indulging too much iron. The strokes between those hunks of meat only upped the temperature in both the room and their bodies, making that lotion tingle in fiery delight. Good. She pressed palms to rough skin, simpering. Enough with the appetizer, she was ready for dessert.
She got off of him, and he attempted to leave the bed, only for her to shake her head and press him back down.
"Uh-uh, we're not done yet." Ruby leaned closer to his ear. "Turn around."
The room blew up in Fahrenheit, burning the skin of both the leaders. He choked. She refused to back down. Not her fault that she needed to resort to extreme measures. Maybe next time he would accept her proposals instead of being stubbornly resolute. Oh well, he learned his lesson about arguing about her on certain subjects. Yup! No fainting for this leader. After sending him that picture, leaning over a table, and holding his arm, well, one bare chest, please! Lucky for her, he obeyed, resting on his back this time as shaking thighs straddled his front waist.
Grinning, she moaned. Lotion-covered palms slapped her leggings. Both blinked at the mess she caused. Oops, she spilled some of the lotion on her nylons. Not good. Laundry day wasn't until tomorrow. Couldn't have these going to waste. A quick speedy run to the bathroom later, with a flurry of rose petals in the air, and she returned leggings-less. He couldn't help but stare. Toned legs that went on for miles taunted him. Then she sat on his waist with his body locking in place.
He felt everything.
From the softness of those creamy thighs to her heated skin and inviting weight, his body betrayed him in the most embarrassing of ways. Only a single layer of moist panties kept his abs from coming in contact with sweet pink. Somehow that made everything ten-times worse. She must have thought so too, being stubbornly calm about the whole thing as her face adopted three shades of red. None of it stopped her from applying lotion to his chest and—Dust!
Having her palms pressed against his chest was a whole other experience compared to his back. Her special lotion only helped the rubbing, a level of intimacy that went beyond the stars, and there was something magical watching the way her eyes glazed over as she worked. Without a sliver of doubt, she must be feeling how fast his heart was racing. How could she not? Those palms lingered, digging into tissue firmly with her weight working against him in the best of ways. Soon her efforts traveled down his pecks, reaching his abs. Here she stopped, poking her lip with an interesting quirk of the brow.
First, she tackled his sides, rubbing tissue tenderly before focusing on his abs entirely. Both their breathing turn haggard under her fingers, except when she squirmed, rubbing her bare thighs on his flushed skin from playing with precious metals, blood decided to send help to another muscle. No. No, no! He closed his eyes, knowing that in three, two, one—gasp!
Ruby's whole body straightened. A head slowly turned around to regard the cotton tent rubbing against her barely-clothed butt. Realization struck her hard. Oh? Oh! She glanced back at the closed-eyed Jaune, breathing heavily with her chest rising. Teasing lips soon turned into a smirk. Well now, not the reaction she was expecting, but a Huntress learned to make do with their resources. How nice for one part of her prey to be honest with her. A weakness in need of exploiting. Whatever other sense of self-preservation flew out the window as she squirted more lotion on her hands. She leaned forward, stretching her backside to rub against hard threading.
His eyes flew open when she began massaging his deltoids. Rub! Rub! No! Now that his eyes were open, he saw the way her lips puckered as she slithered up-and-down on his body to rub his shoulders with her plump backside teasing him. So close with her lips only an inch away. Never before had his tall stature betrayed him so, yet, here he was, aching to bridge that final gap and seize her lips with the scent of strawberries filling the air. Hands, his hands, wanted to reach out to cup those heavenly marshmallows.
Jaune Arc breathed when she moved the lotion over his collarbone.
Ruby Rose didn't play fair.
"... You won't win."
Instead of answering his silly declaration, she leaned forward to massage his neck with her mouth centimeters away from his skin, breathing heavy air over sensitive flesh. If she purposely rubbed her backside against his sword, he made no fuss about it.
Ruby only fiddled with his abs by tracing her fingers all around the indentures in a smooth, ticklish manner.
...
Grip!
Jaune Arc avoided everyone like the plague, hiding in one corner of the library with his face stuffed into the first book he stole off the book rack. Waking up this morning had been an unusual experience. Might have had something to do with the dream he had with one Ruby Rose. Minus clothes with her using her mouth as a suitable substitute for both touching and lotion. Shiver! That massage only left him frustrated for more. Maybe this book would relieve his tension?
Huh?
One-hundred and One Ways to Watch Paint Dry, by Mr. Dr. Professor Easel Esquire. Sure was a page-turner. Almost erased the permanent blush staining his face, except misfortune loved throwing him snake eyes. In that exact moment, when reading about number thirty-seven, Team RWBY walked into the library with another set of blueprints. They each shot him a smile befitting their characters, except Ruby. Hers was sly and devilish, looking way too much like her sister's. Didn't help that she blew him a kiss, something that went over the heads of her teammates as they fiddled with their plans for the weekend.
Same story, same process, and her movements followed sync.
Whatever they talked about it flew into one ear and out the other, because she leaned on the table, making sure to throw him a look, before conversing with her team. Willpower weak, he watched as she lifted her skirt up to reveal—grip! What happened to the top half of her stockings?! It appeared as if someone had deliberately cut them out around her rear area with a bladed scythe. Nothing but creamy, curvy skin and a tiny piece of underwear, so thin and almost transparent, greeted him as she rested playfully on her elbows. No. Stop shaking left-and-right. Stop it!
A book cover bent to dominant fingers.
On the other side of the table, Ruby grinned fruitfully as her team talked. Teasing him was so much fun, sure, she fought down a blush at the thought of him drooling at her exposed butt, but she loved that sensation. Maybe next time she might go bolder? Who knew? A filthy girl never got clean, only dirtier. Feeling his excitement from the day before helped boost her confidence. She couldn't wait to put all that pent-up frustration to better use, because rubbing thighs aside, wearing dry underwear was becoming a problem around him.
Shaking her rear for him certainly wasn't helping.
She knew she should stop before things turned slippery, but instead, filth overpowered her rational thinking, and she ended up spreading her legs apart. Her hugging undergarments, already threatening to burst apart at the seams, left nothing to the imagination. Scanty little things, see-through almost. Just like she planned. Hn? She peeked back, smirking when she noticed him staring intently at her butt and nothing else. Not even trying to hide it. Before she halted herself, before that little voice in her head could stop her from giving him too much of a treat, she reached out with both hands and softly slapped cheeks. The stung made her toes crunch but hearing his gasp made them fold entirely.
Then she pushed her back out, leaving him to gape and follow the swing of her hips as she talked nonsense with her team.
Jaune gripped his chest. Why must those mounds taunt him so? Firm, round, bouncy! All his for the taking if he said yes. A simple word that would tie him down to a life-changing event, a word that was becoming harder to ignore. Ruby then clasped her hands, supposedly, they decided on their group activity. How long had he been staring at bouncy perfection?
Long enough for her to turn around and poke him squarely on the nose. "Ready to give up?"
He slammed his book shut, towering over the petite tease with his eyes narrowed and breathing ecstatic. "You could tease me all you want, but it'll never be enough."
The Arc left the book behind, escaping the room before she implemented another plan. She remained behind, poking her lip. Her thoughts raced with her occupying his heated seat.
True.
Teasing worked well against him, but the longer this went, the greater his resistance grew, the better control over his emotions and yadda-yadda. Huff! Weighing everything Ruby knew about him, being weak-willed wasn't one of them. A change of tactics might be in order. Yes, a new gameplan. Something filthy. No more acting like a slowpoke, not anymore. Striking fast and hard was how Ruby Rose fought, none of this waiting game. Why give him time to build up immunity? Whoa! She almost forgot that. Thanks to her hubby, she wouldn't make that mistake a second time around. Only one option left.
Time to up her filth!
...
An A minus?
Jaune blinked at the grade. Not a B or anything below, but an A minus? First time he ever received any mark of that sort in this class. Any class really. He would be lying if he expected an extra-wet kiss from his sitting buddy. The thought made him hide his paper, not wishing to be on the receiving end of Ruby's patent-pending style of filth. He hated he enjoyed it. He despised he looked forward to it. He loathed that she was wearing him down in ways there was no counter-productive method to stop her. Most of all, Jaune despised the way she saw his paper with a gleam in those silver eyes because he impatiently waited for the kiss to the cheek.
Ruby never moved.
She looked down at the A minus, biting her finger in thought. Somehow the idea of planting one of his cheek, extra-firm-y, sounded lame. Nope! A smooch on the lips? Hn? Too tame. Up the filth, not tone it down. An A minus deserved more than a kiss. Something more memorable than a three-second memory. Like how she rubbed her cute behind over his sheathed sword, such an image still consumed her thoughts. What would it have been like to her buns over that hot piece of meat? No clothing. Only skin-on-skin action? Maybe then he might have lost control over a little rub down—?!
Rub? Rub down? Lost control?
Ruby spared him a passing glance with her eyes traveling downward. What if—no! Even if—ah! Although he might like it? Several actions spoke in her support. That massage worked in her favor. She knew he enjoyed the sensation of her touch. Body reactions, involuntary or not, were so adorably honest. A bold idea, sure, one with a Filth labeled stamped and notarized in all capital letters, but her hand already slowly traveled down with her fingers scratching tantalizing fabric. Poor Jaune had trouble figuring out her scheme, thinking an A minus deserved a tummy rub.
Almost.
Not his stomach, but something was going to get a massage. A smooth hand already unbuttoned his pants by the time he pieced it together. Too late! She reached down and gripped the soft flesh, bypassing his boxers, fumbling her hand around the foreign organ. Ruby experimented, tugging and pulling while throwing caution to the wind. Slowly, but inevitably, all active blood disobeyed him and traveled downward, turning melted metal into tempered steel from burning anticipation. A breath hitched. Cheeks reddened with pupils shrinking. A sword throbbed from unforeseen contact, and the class kept on going with her prey caught.
Ruby's lips thinned with her face burning hot.
Rubbing her posterior through thread was one thing, but holding his tool was another entirely, within it held the capability to fertilize her rose. Such a mighty and powerful sword, a greatsword crafted in a burning forge. The blade was hot in her tender hand with a wide girth. Only way to test its weight was to rub her palm against the steel. So she did, going up-and-down, checking for cracks with a firm grip as it twitched. From the base to the tip to the length of the blade itself, a dutiful hand inspected every inch of the weapon, making sure to check every spot more than once. Up, down, up, down, her digits rubbed without slowing, but they stopped upon finding veins in the metalwork.
Huh?
Too dry. Too hot. The troublesome thing needed lubrication, or else the refined metals might crack. A simple problem to fix, one where Ruby released his sword and licked her palm indecently, eyes clouded in filth. Drool covered her soft skin, sticky and wet. Good! Back down her dampened hand went, cupping his weapon with an added layer of wetness to cool off the heated steel. However, unless she cooled down the entire shaft, it would break. Back to rubbing!
On the other side of the spectrum, holding the hardest smile in his entire life, Jaune clasped his hands together as sweat poured down his face. Whatever anyone or anything said, he heard none of it. His heart thumped loudly in his ears as Ruby moved her hand back in an endless cycle. When she began rubbing, he figured he might moan, but when she added her spit, he forcefully bit his tongue from groaning. Why must she—so firm, so good! The feeling of her creamy skin made concentrating an impossibility but added in the fact that Ruby rubbed him during class, boosted the filth factor. Who knew soft hands could feel so amazing on his junk? She was relentless in her pursuit, speeding up and slowing down whenever she felt like it as her slippery essence burned temperately. Minutes ticked on by with his release edging ever so closer, and he refrained from making a peep when she grabbed the hilt guards of his sword.
Then Ruby turned toward his direction, in control while resting her cheek lazily on her palm. The telltale signs of his labored breathing and focused eyes reveal all to baser instincts. His willpower was impressive, she cooed as he struggled, but all things must come to an end, and this little game between them, well, Ruby Rose aimed to win. The flinching and throbbing of his mass made her eyelid droop as her innocent grin turned into a teasing smirk.
"Imagine what I'll do if you get an A?"
Gasp!
He lost control.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
The beeping bell saved him from the embarrassment of everyone looking at him lose control. A head of sunkissed hair lowered upon the wooden desk with a somewhat sticky hand releasing her grip. When he turned his head to meet her stare, she waved at him from the door with the same limb. Not like he possessed the energy to catch her, legs weak, breathing heavy.
"I can't believe that just happened."
On the other side of the door, resting her back against the oak, Ruby tried her hardest to control her frantically beating heart. One hand clenched her chest. No one paid attention to her, desperate to reach their next class. Too bad. If only a few stayed behind to watch her face shift from a dark, crimson tone to a light, pink hue.
She scoffed playfully.
What. A. Rush!
Rubbing him beneath the desk, toying with her future baby-maker, just being filthy heated her inner core to an impossibly restless stage. Holy screws against a nut! Forget yesterday, the idea to skip class and relieve herself of her building stress tempted her so. Recalling how it felt to hold such a sturdy, muscular, hot piece of flesh made her thighs rub filthy against one another, soft and squishy compared to that throbbing steel. What would it be like to have that inside of her? Thrusting and filling that aching need building up as the days trickled on by in this game of filth?
Blush!
Pink turned into red again. She gripped her burning face, imagining steam coming out her ears, only for her to huh at the contact. Sticky? Moving her palm back, she blinked. Some of his essence remained on her hand, sticky and warm. Nothing she could see, all of it clear from mixing with her saliva, but she felt it on her fingers.
Warm.
Instinct overpowered her desire, and she slowly licked her palm. A sticky, somewhat salty flavor enthralled her taste buds. Not a terrible palate danced in her mouth. Her sense of smell couldn't ignore its potency. Musky, strong, addicting. More of this would be creamy and thick, like a scrumptious milkshake. She loved milkshakes, but most of all, she loved sucking them dry.
Silver diluted in a spiral of filth.
...
Jaune hid in the safety of the crowded Mess Hall.
No matter how much he poked his food, or what useless gossip he heard, nothing stirred away the memory of Ruby's teasing smirk or the sensation of her hand rubbing one out. How could it? In class, no less! By all definitions existing and pre-existing, that was, by his own words, exciting. Wrong, too, but damn did that get his hormones running. Filth Ruby acted like a force of nature. Uncontainable. Commanding. Above all else, unstoppable.
Things were teetering poorly for him.
If Ruby was willing to move that far with her filth, then he knew a losing battle when he saw one. Resolve worked only so much before beginning to crumble into obscurity when bouncy perkiness presented itself, and all for the insignificant answer yes. Strings attached? Yes. Clothes? No. Everything in-between? Dust! He banged his head on the table, hungry for one thing, and she wasn't around to dangle her body for a taste testing.
A finger suddenly sloped up from the base of his spine to the ends of his neck. "Guess who!"
He yelped and quickly shot away from Yang, heart racing. Ruby already proved to be one mind reader, Jaune did not need two. "Yang, don't scare me like that!"
"Oops, my finger slipped." Yang shrugged in a not-sorry expression. She sat beside the breathing Arc, elbowing him in the ribs. "What's go you so wind-up?"
He flinched at her question, not when she stole his steak sandwich. Her incessant chewing helped him think of a safe response. Seriously? What was he supposed to tell Yang? Help, your sister's trying to seduce me into becoming her husband, and I'm this close to saying yes? If that didn't end with a fist to the face or gut full of laughter, then he would eat his left shoe. Uh-uh! For the safety of himself, keeping things secret worked best. Besides, if the off-chance Yang approved, then all hope was lost. Freedom, thy name wasn't Jaune Arc.
Still, broken teeth and glomps aside, she was the Ruby Rose expert. If anyone could help him deal with this situation, it was the person currently stealing his chocolate shake, sipping innocently with her lips puckered over the straw. When she noticed him staring, she carefully slurped slower, drawing out his beverage by blinking innocently. Then she slowly took another bite of his sandwich, eyes mimicking that of a full moon with cheeks just as puffed.
Whelp! No time like the present.
"It's Ruby... she wants to mess around with my sword. Crocea Mors!" Jaune quickly added. "And she's relentless, even after I said no."
Another bite of his food. More drinking of his shake. "Oh? So that's why she's been hanging by your side. Huh, makes more sense than Blake's idea of her trying to seduce you. I think she reads a little too much of that book of hers."
He offered her a slow response. "Yes... that's why. And she's ruthless. Wait? You've lived with her. What do I do? How do I stop her before things get out of hand?"
He expected sound, maybe some pun-style advice, not for her to spit-take his shake on the table in a roar of laughter. Ah, chuckling, he remembered a time when he thought Ruby's advances were nothing but jokes on Yang's part. How foolish. Yang only reinforced that false joke premise by slamming her fist on the table, unable to stop her sides from hurting. Why? He wished he knew. Better yet, how baleful of a warning was her crowing? No one just laughed like that without reason.
Eventually, through the bouts of giggles and tear wiping, she managed a sentence. "Stop her? Ah-ah! That's a good one."
"I'm serious."
Finally, she controlled herself, poking in playfully on the chest. "Me too, Vomit Boy. There is no stopping her. Ruby always gets what she wants. It's not a spoiled thing. She works hard for it. If she sees something she likes, she takes it. She's too stubborn to quit."
"Okay..." Maybe a different approach? "Then how do you beat her? Anything? There has to be a way for me to fight back?"
She threw up a peace sign. "A game takes two to play. What goes around comes around. What I'm saying is compromise. You won't beat Ruby, but you can compromise. That's how I dealt with her as a kid."
Compromise? Tch! That just sounded like another way of losing. By doing that, he gave her the win. He admitted defeat. Sigh. He couldn't have. Plan B! There had to be a plan B.
"Any other advice?"
"Strike while the iron's hot because once she wears you down enough, there won't be any chance to negotiate."
She stole another bite of his meal, thoughtfully chewing as he pondered over her advice. Compromise? Not the information he was expecting. There must be another way to fight back without giving in to her demands. Except, the more he fretted over it, shaking his leg under the table from a nervous habit, the fewer options he saw. From what Yang told him, Ruby always got what she wanted, no matter the stakes, hence why her perversion of filth only increased the more he resisted her dirty charm. While he inadvertently looked forward to what else she practiced on him, the idea of being denied the final, forbidden fruit haunted him so.
What if this went on until graduation?
Breathe! Four years of this? His willpower ached just thinking about it. No. No, no! Anything but being teased for that long. He was going to end up Ruby's husband by the end of the month if this kept up. He partially accepted that fact now. Nice to know that future problem resolved itself, but he needed to control his life's direction, or he could kiss his Huntsman status goodbye.
Hn? Maybe Yang had a point as she used his sleeve as a napkin. Compromise. A game required two-players. Not one, two! Time to take advantage of that. What precisely that entailed forced his throat dry with his skin growing a layer of goosebumps. Oh? A two-player game? Meaning that if he wished to challenge Ruby to filth, then he, himself, must become filth. When her palm lingered, his hand must explore. Every time she gripped, he must follow-up with a tug. No more acting as the prey! No more skirting around. Ruby wanted a male, well then, she was going to get a red-hot-blooded one!
Time for him to become a beast!
"Thanks, Yang." Jaune smiled wholeheartedly. "That's exactly what I needed to hear."
She waved dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, glad to be of help. Yadda-yadda, you gonna finish your fries?"
He laughed and pushed the rest of her tray in her direction, much too busy preparing himself mentally for the hardships he was about to endure. Runaway from home? Easy. Sneak into Beacon Academy? Child's play. Survive initiation? Ha! Seduce the Rubes? Now things were becoming difficult. A challenge he accepted. Let the games commence.
A smart man knew when to fold, a clever man knew how to lie, but a fool went all in.
Jaune Arc was a fool.
...
This time he sought Ruby by laying out a trap.
Once again he lurked in the corner of the library, away from prying eyes, with his book upside down. Eyes roamed over the cover. Knowing Ruby, she would soon find him and tease with those mouth-watering apples. Only this time, this apple thief planned to steal those fruits for himself. Humph! Huh? Now that he had a chance to turn his book over—one must appear natural—he somehow ended up picking the one that talked about making apple dishes. Good thing he grabbed a strawberry-flavored ice-cream before heading over here because he was starving for food and this blasted book only made it worse, plus, the metaphors worked against him.
Whatever! His snack slinked into his territory, chatting nonsense with her pack. A nervous tickle pecked at the inside of his throat. He forcefully swallowed. Breathe, Arc. Calm those nerves and remember what she did during class. One man's trash was another's treasure, and said filth starved him of all his self-preservation with greed, but he was Jaune Arc! Honor flowed through his veins. He wouldn't indulge in the riches of his spoils until he was positively sure there were no hidden fees. If that included inspecting every inch of every curve of his prize, then so be it. He quickly finished his treat and smirked.
Game on!
Across the library, Ruby Rose flashed a quick smirk at her trapped prey, having a real treat for him today. After this attempt, he would be hers. No more fighting, only loving! Sweet, blissful, body-sweating loving. Then they could plan their future together. She was thinking of a home on the hills, away from all the robust of the Kingdoms. Too much smoke, not enough fresh air to raise little ones, but none of that mattered right now. Nope! First things first, time to hammer the final nail in his coffin for bachelor life.
Team RWBY then graced his presence, three-fourths sighing about having to have their meetings in the library. Ruby walked over to her position on the table, spreading her legs apart with her back arched and combat skirt itching to be lifted. He dropped all forms of hiding, impatiently waiting for her to hoist her skirt up with fingers bending the spine of his book. Giggle! Yup! Victory belonged to her! Now, to make him sweat a bit before throwing her finishing blow. A little teasing only made the fruit juicer, and she couldn't wait for him to sink her teeth into them.
First a little shaking of her rear, then edging on the tip of her toes, and finally finishing off by moving her hands back to grip the hem of her skirt. Hehe! She felt his eyes burning on her backside as fingers slowly pressed the fabric up, probably fuller than the moon. Then, in one fell swoop, she tossed her skirt up to reveal delicate, curvy, round skin without any articles of clothing, all natural. Creamy marshmallows smushed together between a budding rose, moist.
Boldness, thy name was Ruby Rose.
Oops! Clumsy her. She forgot to put on some undergarments. So embarrassing with her cute behind pushed back as she leaned her body on the table. Must have slipped her mind when she rolled them up and tossed them back in her drawer. Oh well, she spread her legs apart, allowing him a better show for his viewing pleasure. She practically felt his starving eyes on her derrière, unable to ignore her unbloomed, pink flower in need of a good pollination. If only she knew of an anther to help make a seed.
Alas, a girl could—slap!
Yang shot her head up, missing the way her sister's eyes grew in size. "What was that?"
"I didn't hear anything?" Jaune shrugged innocently, moving beside Ruby with one of his arms hidden. "So? What are you girls planning?"
She immediately grinned. "A night on the town. We're going to set the whole Kingdom on fire!"
Ruby Rose heard nothing of what her sister was talking about, blinking when she felt a rough hand rubbing her stinging bottom. The grip tracing her twitching skin grabbed fistfuls of her mounds, switching between each as it possessively seized skin. So aggressive, her thighs trembled. Blood quickly rushed to her face when another slap, albeit softer, but not on her butt, tapped her dripping petals. Then a finger traced small circles around her exposed bud before digging inside, and all coherent thought left her.
She squirmed fruitlessly as rough digits explored a sticky cave. Once strong legs turned to jelly as her body shivered. Ruby attempted to look up at him, finding her thoughts muddied up with the table the only thing holding him up, but he ignored her presence to add into the conversation. Magic fingers made concentrating on the talking impossible, and she used all of her energy to keep her voice in check. Then he showed her mercy, cupping exposed skin instead of spreading it. Still, his hand remained, gripping firmly before rubbing sensual circles around sensitive areas. Ruby bit down on her cloak to keep from moaning. Minutes he went on, changing up tactics from brushing to clutching to exploring to spreading. Occasionally, he traveled to her jam-like legs to massage hungry, dripping thighs but came back to play with her rear.
A coil in her belly threatened to burst the longer he teased.
So rough, so possessive, so good. Jaune remained relentless, rubbing at just the right places, discovering every nook and cranny that made her head spin and legs shake. Thank Dust for this table! The worst part, the head-spinning, thought-numbing worse part, he remained neutral to the entire ordeal. Calm, resolute, fearless, he pretended nothing was happening with his fingers deep inside. So why did she lean on the edge of her pleasure-filled tippy-toes to give him better access?
Like a filthy girl!
For a while, under his control with her mind trapped in a mindscape of some bondage fitting corset, gagged and blindfolded from an imposing will, she surrendered. A bigger hand played with her lower body to its heart's content, shifting fingers before rubbing the base of its palm back-and-forth on lewdly wet skin. Quivering thighs welcomed the dominating force, spreading apart so the teasing could last forever as they dripped shamelessly down heated skin. Eyes, silver in color, lost all train of thought. Only her sense of touch remained, and he toyed with her body until even that betrayed her.
No! Not another slap! Why did those leave behind a pleasant sting? Why did her bum beg for another? Not another finger! Up, down, and all around. Petals spread! Stop teasing her bud! Oh, Dust! Not all at once! She couldn't—ah! Burst! Docile thoughts turned to creamy mush, and fortunately, no one, except Jaune, noticed Ruby's eyes rolling into the back of her head as they talked about heading to Vale. Toes curled. A lithe body quivered uncontrollably as a tongue rolled out. Another light slap followed with Jaune removing his fingers from a comatose Ruby. They came back dripping in fluid, sticky all over. Weiss was the first to notice.
"Euck! What's that all over your fingers?"
He grinned, playing with his fingers in a back-and-forth motion. "Sorry, I still have some ice-cream leftover."
She crossed her arms. "Next time you shouldn't bring food in here."
"Right, right. My bad." Jaune slowly licked the juices off his digits, smiling playfully at an almost panting Ruby. "Mmmm, strawberry, my favorite. It's a flavor I can really sink my teeth into."
The second her team left, she grabbed him by the wrist and pushed him toward the bedroom. Right after she managed to find the strength to walk on her jelly legs.
He grinned the whole way there.
...
Slam!
Once they reached their secret getaway, she shoved him back with emotions running high. The push barely moved him. None of that mattered to her. Then she reached out and grabbed his hoodie, pulling him impossibly closer against her five-foot-two fury.
"What in the holy mackerel was that?
He precariously glared, except the effect was lost with the bridge of red across his nose. Nonetheless, he overshadowed the petite girl who bravely met his stare, sharing in that excess of blood. Those sweet hands got covered by stiff fingers. He somehow leaned closer into her pull, pressing a stoney chest to a soft one.
"Two can play this game."
Her eyes dangerously narrowed. "What do you mean two can play this game?"
Time to throw it all out there. "I'll accept your terms, under the condition the family making starts after we've had time being Huntsmen."
Her lips thinned, so close! It was almost a dream come true, almost. Why did Jaune have to throw in a lousy condition? Growl! "No! That's not the deal!"
"I have altered the deal, pray I don't alter it any further."
Humph! Oh yeah?
Ruby spun on her heels and slapped two perfectly rounded marshmallows, pulling up her skirt in the process. She pressed her panty-less, dripping bottom into his waist. His breath hitched when she rubbed up-and-down on a stiff tent. "I know you want these, all of it, but you're only getting them when you agree to my terms."
Yes, he wanted them. Looking down at Ruby's smushed up rump, his hands hovered near those tantalizing hips. Breathe, so close! Jaune wished nothing more than to wrap his arms around that thin waist and carry her over to the king-sized double-bed and claim her until she forgot her name. Having her moans cut off by a cape angered an animalistic side of him, and the beast yearned to hear those filthy sounds. More so when she unhooked her skirt, dropping it around her ankles as parts of his jeans turned wet.
Instead, he grabbed her hips and forcefully spun her around, holding her forearms tight as he pulled her closer. She hadn't expected him to resist, gasping when those arms traveled down to cup her firm cheeks. Those arms moved further down with her hands resting on his chest, eyes slowly giving into filth. He made sure to nibble on her earlobe as he whispered.
"I can outlast you." Ruby gasped when his fingers found her inviting opening. "Oops, my finger slipped."
No fair! She reached down and unclipped his belt, pushing down pants before gripping heated flesh. She then started stroking. "Mine, too!"
They stood before one another, smirking as the other rubbed their weak points. Slowly, but surely, their confident grins melted away. Jaune's with his essence gradually staining her hands, and Ruby's with her juices spilling down her thighs. Soon, heart-shaped pupils overtook her as he pulled her in closer, breathing deeply as soft hands worked their magic. He groaned, she bit her lip, both teetering closer to the edge of toe-curling release.
He thrust his weapon before her, stature overshadowing hers with his object pressed against her stomach. "G-Give up now, and I'll take you here and now."
"N-Never! Not until you submit."
A bouncy chest pressed against a firm one. Fingers finally uncovered a weak spot, and neither backed down as haggard breathing made concentrating a foolish dream.
"Then let the games begin."
Both, momentarily, forgot how to spell their names.
...
A shift settled in the air.
The two frustrated knuckleheads went from tiptoeing around each other to peeking hard glances at one another, waiting for the other to make their next move. Not even in Professor Port's class did they lessen their resolve, sitting stiffly in their seats as their instructor droned on about stuff. If either so much as moved a muscle, the other flinched. To make matters worse, all they wanted to do was give in to their desires and release their pent-up frustrations on one another.
Then Jaune received an A on his next project.
Both blinked at the grade. Not an A minus or B, but higher. His chest constricted with her canines showing. First challenge went to her as he remained the practice dummy. Just because the game changed, did not mean her promises altered. Nope! Good grades meant rewards, and she hated to disappoint him. Huh? It appeared her hand was slowly inching toward his pant's buttons with him powerless to stop her. Yup, those were surely her fingers undoing his zipper with his sword springing free. Uh-huh, she stroked and hugged that piece of steel. Had to inspect each inch of his blade. Still, even with his labored breathing, she frowned.
It felt wrong.
Not the part where she pushed him on edge. Nope! That felt right. Better than right! No, she meant doing this as a reward. Ruby Rose made a promise to reward Jaune depending on the marks he received. Every grade mattered. He deserved better. She wished to give him something better. Hands weren't good enough of a reward for an A. Not for their current predicament of filth!
Ruby freed his tool, glancing down at the angry organ with a tilt of the head.
A quick taste of her palm and she wondered. What to do if not her hands? Grrr! She couldn't think of anything from up here. Stealing a look across the room, she smiled. Most of everyone was asleep or droned out from their professor's lesson.
Perfect.
No one would notice if she disappeared for a few minutes. How else was she going to figure out what to do if she couldn't interact with the problem? Only Jaune recoiled, practically gasping when she snuck underneath their desk to stare head-to-head at the throbbing mass. He intensely breathed when she settled between his legs to grab his member. While she imagined, she kept up the stroking, bitterly humming when nothing came to mind.
Too tame.
The stroking. Not enough zesty oomph. Needed more, much more, and not two hands! Too simple, easy. Too bad she had trouble focusing with her nose so pressed up close against it. Such a fuzzy scent, making her head spin with her stroking slowing down. Aww! Poor thing looked incredibly angry, in an awful mood with so much built-up frustration. If only she knew of a way to calm it down.
Kissing it might make it feel better.
A little affection never hurt anyone. So before Ruby realized her actions, she planted a wet one right onto the baking skin.
Smooch!
Gasp!
Her eyes widened with her head moving back to watch his sword twitch from the surprise smooch. Bits of fluid spurted out of the tip, spilling over her firm fingers. When she heard him gasp again, everything fell into perspective. Oh? Ruby smirked, kissing the base with her face smushed up against the appendage. He enjoyed her kisses? Well then, maybe she would give him more? Like one right here, or right there, or perhaps under here?
Kisses for all.
So she kissed. Planting pecks between a pair of walnuts, while pressing a firm, dubious one against a potent mushroom. Across the entire room, from top to bottom and all around, she showered the oak in a flowery exposition of smooches. Every single one made the wood grow stronger as her hand busied stroking the piece in-between. So sturdy, so dense, so deserving of her love and care. She lost track to how many embraces she showered the wooden pole until it throbbed wildly, about to burst, except she stopped at the very last second, stretching that smirk as her hand let go.
Nuh-uh!
Last time he got to finish, this time she would torment him without a chance for relief.
Desperate times called for drastic measures. One look revealed how embittered she left him. Lines strained on his face, transparent as a slippery puddle. Ha! She loved having control over him in these situations. She cherished the way he couldn't look at her without becoming love-apple red. Maybe his mind went blank when she reached out and delivered one final kiss on the tip of his member, leaving her lips attached with her eyelids lowered to gasp-worthy levels. If he saw affection in those eyes, his brain couldn't decipher it with the lack of oxygen.
Blood spattered in her cheeks, too, but she had the upper hand.
A quick release later, and she sat up on her chair, looking normal with everyone none the wiser to her debauchery adventure. Only Jaune failed to act natural, exhaling as his twitching mass was left rock hard, covered in a layer of spit and strawberry-flavored lip gloss. She offered him a quick smile, lacing her fingers together as the final minutes to class ticked on by with him groaning softly.
Eventually, as the last minutes came to an end, he reached out to rub her thigh. She shivered on contact. Up they went, past her skirt and upward. Things flipped when his fingers got trapped between her layer of translucent underwear. Trembling legs spread to offer her better access.
"I'll get you back for that."
Now her breathing grew irregular, not having anticipated his revenge this quickly. Right when she was in the mood, stuck in a class with only minutes to spare, an excellent strategy. His index finger mindlessly flicked an exposed nub, rubbing it between his middle. Shooting a fast glance at the clock, and around the numbed student body, he speedily got under the desk and pulled her only layer of protection back, embarrassingly wet. She only felt him licking her thighs, tracing upward as commanding hands widened her legs. Hips buckled when he moved closer.
Ruby offered no resistance, trapped in a cloud of appetite as a tongue circled her waist. A pencil snapped. Coils compressed. Teeth took over the job his fingers worked on, nibbling gently on an explosion of nerves craving more affection. Meanwhile, hands raked across exposed legs, turning her thought-process to mush when he began licking and engulfing that bud from instinct alone.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Ruby hated the fact that the bell rung, right as his tongue entered her.
...
Vibrate!
Jaune quickly retreated the nearest broom closet to check his message. Just as he thought, another picture attachment from Ruby. Three pictures this time. No caption for a title, but somehow that made his plasma race. What outfit could she be wearing this time or lack of thereof? Only one enjoyable way to find out.
Click!
He almost broke his Scroll from the pressure his hands squeezed upon the device.
She wore platform high stilettos with a pair of black maid nylons, halfway past her knees with that frilly white archway at the ends. Leggings hugged her skin, appearing squishy soft. Add in a choker and a lace headpiece, minus everything else with her bare back turned to the camera, arched with her hands gripping and spreading bountiful hills, and he choked on air.
How may I serve you?
The next picture had her sprawled out on her knees with her arms pressed to her sides to push her chest together. A layer of cream and milk covered her skin, and she had her tongue out, dripping in a white substance. Ruby appeared docile as perky mounds with hardened gumdrops offered themselves as a morsel for him to consume.
Oopsie! Clumsy me. I'm such a filthy maid. Someone should teach me some manners.
The third and final picture forced him to groan. Ruby rested her upper body on the bed, butt displayed with her legs spread wide apart. Those high heels pushed her backside upward. So exposed, so flawless. It appeared she was impatiently waiting for something to happen with her head tilted a bit to stare at the camera. When he read the caption, he slammed a hard fist against the nearest wall.
Maybe with a good spanking?
His pants grew stiff with his palm aching to slap those vigorous curves. As the master, he would teach her some manners and punish her when appropriate. She would be expected to do many odd jobs to restore his faith in her abilities, including under-the-table jobs to suck up to him. He would be relentless, and she would be willing. There would be rewards for good behavior, and punishments for inadequacy. Knowing Ruby, her bottom would be raw, red from punishment while he kept her mouth busy all day. No excuses, only drool-covered actions.
Jaune shut his Scroll with a daunting click.
Yes, actions. Time to move. He glanced around the closet and found a court of motor oil on a nearby shelf. A plan set in motion. He ran out the closet and came back minutes later, huffing tiredly as he gripped Crocea Mors. Hands then raced to unbutton his school uniform as his he worked to open the canister.
Two could play this game!
...
Ruby laid down on their bed while still wearing her maid outfit, contemplating her next outfit choice to weaken his resolve.
She fumbled with her Scroll, flipping through an assortment of filthy outfits on the CCT web, not at all worried about him walking in to find her in a compromising position. If anything, it would aid her in her mission. Yup! Walk right in, Jaune, and see her wearing this outfit in person. Lose control and agree to her terms. Then, and only then, would she serve his every need like a dutiful maid. Moan! She could imagine it now, on her knees, doing things that might be more than mindless kisses or slow strokes. Her search on the web did lead to some nasty ideas. Maybe some had a video or two?
Maybe she watched them and absorbed the knowledge like a depraved sponge?
Maybe she couldn't wait to try them all out with her one of her hands already drifting down her stomach, with the other searching for a video where the category was pet-play.
Vibrate!
Huh? A message? Geez! Right when she was about to watch an educational video. Her hand already hovered over her aching need, feeling a roasting heat as her senses dulled. Groan! Possibly ignore it? Oh, no, she couldn't, not with the sender being Jaune. Might as well open the message and then surrender herself to the hypnotic video of leashes and doggies with styles. Yeah, a perfect plan to end the bestest day. Nothing could derail her sinking train-of-thought as she clicked open the attachment.
Nothing except a near bare Jaune Arc with Crocea Mors hung over one shoulder.
Her pupils exploded with her lungs closing. Oil glistened over his body, dripping off the ends of his hair with bits splattered around his cheeks and entire body. He leaned on the wall, chest in full display, along with everything else, smirking at the camera with a look of confidence putting all his previous attempts to shame. Oh, Dust, her eyes traveled down that muscular body, moving past his pecks, stomach, and abs to his—gasp!
Oh, uh-huh, he had two swords, one in his hand with the other unsheathed, standing at attention, ready to strike her down. Suddenly, her hovering hand buried to her awaiting need, dipping fingers in-and-out as she read the caption with each motion turning her breathing to mulch.
Hello, Miss Rose, the repairs to your weapon is now complete. How will you be paying for my services?
Fingers moved deeper, in succession, picking up a mind-numbing pace with her drool going unnoticed. Pay? Uh, she played along, knowing the correct answer was to say she was broke. So before she mused over her next move, she held her Scroll above her vibrating figure as her legs bunched together, curling her toes in an impossible to control reaction. A flash went off, a picture got sent, and Ruby threw her head back into her pillow upon reading the reply.
He answered with another picture, spilling more oil over his body, knowing full well she loved all things mechanical and greasy. This time his weapon, both of them, got covered in a slickness of petroleum, and she wished nothing more than to clean off all that filth from his body, without using her hands. One, gulp, lick at a time, starting from his chest to lower, falling to her knees in the process. Hands itched to rake across that exposed skin.
We'll work something out.
After all, Maid Ruby loved to clean up messes, but first, she must take care of the stains she just made all over their bed.
...
Again with the mindless stroking.
Ruby eyed the clock on the wall with risque interest. Ten minutes before dinner? Plenty of time to get a snack. Her lips licked at the implications, fingers still rubbing stiff fabric with a hard-smiling Jaune desperately trying not to make a peep. So cute, her ravenous appetite could eat him up, but instead of planting passionate kisses on Jaune's adorable face, hungry lips tingled to shower smooches with something more honest. Something her fingers teased for the better part of an hour through very constricting fabric.
Even if he only suffered an A minus on his last exam, rewarding him for his outstanding progress needed not to be said. Besides, on a more reclusive note, she enjoyed the way his chest heaved, and legs stiffened the last time she compensated him for an A. Call it being nice. Call it being lewd. Both were the wrong terms.
Call it being filthy.
"Oops, my finger slipped."
A pencil, hers, fell from their table when she accidentally flicked it like the clumsy dolt that she was. Both stared, both blinked, but only she lowered to reach it. Ruby slapped his hand away when he reached down, pushing those meat sticks back as her fingers fumbled around with his buttons, pencil long forgotten. Already he hardened in both terms of context. As her prize sprung free, awaiting its bonus for getting such good grades, her puckered her lips upon rubbing her palm up-and-down the bottom of the tall shaft. Humph!
A bit bold in her approach, but conventional methods failed to work on her future hubby. So a filthy girl had to compromise. Blame him, not her. Extreme measure, remember? Only way to win this game of theirs was to play to her strengths, which included leaving him on edge while thinking about nothing but her. Underhanded? Yes, but she was the one on her knees, underneath their table as their professor kept everyone preoccupied, ready to pleasure him until his mind went ahaze. No complaining. Enjoy the reward!
Just as her lips edged toward the bottom, her eyes caught sight of his exam, dropped on the floor. She reached out, stroking her treat as curiosity gripped her. Wonder what Jaune got wrong? An innocent question, only for her assumption to fall apart. Huh? No, seriously, huh?
Wait? An A plus? Not an A or A minus?
Not just any A plus, but a perfect score on their midterm? What? How! Wait a cookie-crumbling minute! Why did he hide this from her? Almost like he didn't want a better reward than some rubbing—oh? Oh. Eye grew before turning into perverted slits. Oh! Someone was afraid to get another prize. Probably itching for some contact, but fearing for what kind of touch she might impose. Fair enough, after all, not just anyone received an A plus. The highest of all grades possible. Not even her partner earned such a mark on her exam, having grumbled early about a ninety-eight, but her future husband did. Giggle! What a smartypants. He unquestionably deserved a better reward than some quick smoochies.
Much, much better.
Now what?
Her hand never stopped stroking the mass of meat, pressing her lips to the bottom to think. Kissing wasn't good enough, and Jaune deserved better than her hands. Both? Nah! Still too weak. Her lips landed on top, and with her distracted mind, she absently slipped and engulfed part of him. The male gasp with the tingle fullness painted a corrupt picture for the Rubes, with her mouth still covering the tip as a tongue rested on the top. Eyes looked up, seeing how set he kept his jaw with his body trembling. Whatever control he maintained was moot. Then she experimentally lowered a bit, taking more of him in, instantly falling in love with his honest reaction.
Suck!
Powerful lips loosened, her mind raced faster than her Semblance, and his sword vibrated. Then he looked down, confidence shattered, and Ruby saw her chance to end this game once and for all. Kisses? Nope! Rubbing? Not a chance! Slurping? Well, with the way he failed to break eye-contact, she pressed her face against his one weakness, braving her actions to his reactions. So he wanted her to suck, to slurp, to blow until he couldn't remember how to spell his name? Even if he said no, denied every question, his body and facial reactions betrayed him. Now she knew exactly how to reward him. Slurp!
Best of all, he had no chance of escaping.
Breaking eye-contact, Ruby hovered over her meal and drenched some drool on her thick and throbbing snack to make it go down easier. Everything felt instinctual. From what she recalled, sticky goo spilled out of this treat when given enough love. Poor thing, filled to the brim with tasty milk. Ready to burst at any given moment. Well, she cupped the bottom half, running an awkward tongue up the shaft from both sides, good thing she loved drinking milk. Just sit there and relax, Jaune, leave all the nasty work to her.
Inexperience was just an excuse to experiment and practice. So Ruby researched, dragging an eager tongue up-and-down and all around the twitching mass in what felt natural. She missed no spot, showering each inch of exposed skin with lubricant. Soon the entire appendage got coated in a thin layer of drool as her meal hardened to that of steel. Hmm? If licking her treat did that, what would happen if she wrapped this mushroom around her lips again? Giggle! Only one way to find out. A soft mouth trailed up, dragging a tongue devilishly slow, and delicately engulfed the food.
Gasp!
When his breath hitched, she smirked and knew she found his point of weakness. Everything from here on out was to exploit that vulnerability and milk him dry. Up, down! Up, down! Each time she managed to devour a bit more. From the tip to halfway toward the base, her mouth filled up as saliva made swallowing so much easier. Sooner or later, she would reach that end, but until then? Up, down! Up, down!
Deeper. Deeper! A greedy mouth worshipped her plaything, hands too busy heading downward to fulfill another soaking need. Such a potent, overwhelmingly irresistible musk, Ruby inhaled a deep whiff each time she bobbled. Moan! Her hands slithered between her drenched panties to explore. Each teasing finger pulled her deeper into the act. Her toes curling made her sinker further into his lap. When she pinched her bud and opened her petals, her enthusiasm increased. Everything she did while pleasuring him, pleasured her, and she obediently serviced the sword that demanded the tongue of a weapon's lover.
Suck! Suck! Slurp!
For the next few minutes, during a monotonous and tedious lecture, in a room full of instinct-driven fighters, Ruby Rose kept her eyes firmly locked on Jaune Arc's as she serviced his weapon for a much-needed oil change, from below their shared desk, fingers digging in-and-out with her underwear pulled all the way down to her ankles. An embarrassing puddle gradually formed underneath those busy paws. None of that mattered to him. He tried his damn hardest to remain normal, keeping his mouth zipper-shut as a warm, slippery place trapped his friend in a pull room of pleasure. Whatever thoughts he had were gone, only to be replaced with tight-lipped grunts.
He craved nothing more than to throw his head back, but could only reach out and rest a hand on her bouncing noggin. Good enough for her! Her pace doubled, his fingers gripped her locks possessively, and other digits dug into hardwood. No one appeared to have noticed that Ruby dropped her pencil almost ten minutes ago. Not a person heard the tiniest sounds of sucking and slurping from the top row as their professor's booming voice drowned out any other noise. Not even Team RWBY regarded their leader's absence, missing out as Ruby's throat expanded during her practice session to take him deeper. Weiss took thorough notes as her partner diligently worked away at her lower lips. Blake read her Ninjas of Love book, reading a filthy scene that her leader re-enacted a few feet away from her, and Yang was oblivious to the turmoil she had created due to her inspiring speech for Jaune to fight back.
However, none of that mattered to her as she focused entirely on milking him dry.
Oh? Ruby's eyes narrowed filthily at swaying circles of blue with her bobbling coming to a complete halt. A delectable appetizer. Some pre-made milk spilled on her parched tongue. Mmmm. Tasty. Somewhat salty, but a flavor she savored. Reminded her of the time she licked it clean off her palm. Now time for the main course. Ruby Rose needed to show her future husband how grown up she could be by drinking milk! Delicious, thick, creamy milk. Straight from the throbbing source. Every morning. For breakfast, lunch, and dinner. All silly Jaune had to do was say yes to her demands. How hard could that be? Giggle! Judging by how hard her bottle was, hot and twitching, plenty. All the more reason for him to stop being stubborn.
She needed her daily dose of gooey-rich protein.
Maybe he could be her new source? Judging by the addicting taste, overall texture, and the origin, this was a flavor her body would quickly grow accustomed to in the passing days, sucking his essence as she drowned in sticky filth. Maybe in both body and mind? Only one way to tell, but he refused to give in, holding back with his fingers digging into the wood of their table. Hehe! Such staying power. Giggle! Impressive, but futile. Not against her mouth! If not suction, then speed! Certainly didn't help his struggle with the hand on her head forcing her back down.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Her slurping paused with one eye closed. The bell? Time for lunch. Instead of removing her mouth, she smirked and darted her tongue underneath, basking in the way his ribs pressed. Why leave? Why not wait? Her meal was already here. Hot and ready to go. All she needed to do was pay the delivery man. Too bad she forgot her lien in her other combat skirt. Oh well, no other choice then, back to work. Had to pay off her debt somehow. Be a shame to not enjoy her food after preparing it for the last few minutes.
Slurp! Gack! Suck! Choke!
No one paid Jaune any attention as they hurried to lunch, not even his team. Hunger slew the quiet beast. Breathe! He couldn't be any happier for his wallflower deposition. The moment the last student left, his entire body went slack as Ruby showed no mercy, purposely gobbling loudly when the door shut. The hand holding her hair fell, along with her inhibitors. Alone, in a classroom, with nobody else around flipped both their switches. Nothing else in the world mattered at this time. Only Ruby's warm mouth enthralled this attention.
Whatever self-control he maintained made his hand reach out and hold her back, but the strength to do so was quickly waning. He must act fast or lose himself to the spiraling pleasure that was Ruby Rose. Already he hated himself more than any Grimm possibly could for stopping her. Even she blinked at the gesture, looking innocent with his lower head still captured between perfect lips. She slowly freed him from her cage, making sure to pop while doing so.
"I'm not—?!" Jaune bit his tongue, slamming a fist down on the table when she adorably trailed her tongue from the bottom to the top. "I want to explore Remnant as soon as we graduate. Being a Huntsman is my chance for freedom."
Ruby smiled too kindly with her eyes sparkling. What a weak excuse. No good could come from this, but he lacked the strength to fight back.
"You see, that's where you're wrong, Jaune. We'll be too busy raising our family to travel around the world. Just imagine this..." Multiple kisses between each word. "Every morning for every day forever."
"I won't be anchored down. I've lived with a large family all my life. I need freedom."
Another smooch! "What you need is to stop being stubborn, and serve me my milk. Good husbands take care of their wife's needs, and this one is thirsty."
"I won't be anchored down. I've lived with a large family all my life. I need freedom."
A repeat? Ruby smirked, planting kisses up and down the twitchy spine of her treat. Poor thing, must not be getting enough oxygen to the brain. Must be fried from all the backup? How bothersome for him, but excellent for her. Time to drain away all that useless frustration. Time to milk. Him. Dry. Lick! Throb! Giggle! She submerged into his lap, picking up the pace while never breaking eye-contact. Up, down, up, down, suck! A winning combination, if his labored breathing had anything to do with it.
Once his hand fell from her head, she knew it was only a matter of time until she won. Yup, no more fight left. Look at how cute he resisted. She warned him of Filth Ruby, but did he listen? Nope! Well, it worked out in the end. Another day or two of these should finish their game once and for all. Until then, her fingers and wetness made a mess on the floor as her mouth cleaned the weakness between his legs. Checkmate—?!
Click!
Jaune immediately straightened his body when the door to the classroom opened. In walked a familiar mop of blond hair, peeking around the room before her eyes landed on him. Yang instantly grinned, walking up to the stiff Arc—in more ways than one—and matched her smile with his heart racing and lower half throbbing. Ruby only figured out who it was once her sister spoke in a questionable tone.
"Jaune?"
He quickly panicked at the idea of Yang catching them and scooted in, pressing something intoxicating deeper into her moist throat. It hit the back of her throat. The action caused him to smile weakly at the confused Yang while a soft giggle, followed by a curving of air-sucking lips, redirected all blood away from his face.
The cycle began anew, except Ruby picked up the pace upon hearing her sister's voice. Something about Yang being a few feet away from her, with her under the table, mouth between his legs, shivered her body in more ways than one. What if she got caught being so filthy? Such a scenario made her work harder. A blessing and a curse for Jaune who waved harmlessly, near his limit.
"Hey... Yang."
"What are you still doing here?"
"Uh!" Jaune wheezed. Excuses, where were thou? The notes on the board quickly caught his attention, and he picked up his snapped pencil to write. "Just writing down those notes for next week's, gulp, exam. You?"
By notes, he meant scribbly lines.
"Looking for Ruby. She just disappeared."
"Oh?" Jaune nervously peeked below at the heart-shaped pupils bouncing up-and-down on his slippery member. "... She's, ugh, around."
Yang frowned. "Are you okay?"
"Never... better."
She shrugged before plopping her butt on the desk. "Listen, now that I got you, I have to apologize. I wasn't fair before. I know how hard it is to deal with Ruby once she sets her mind on something, and wanting to do things to your sword must be the hardest. I practically pushed you into a den of hungry wolves. And..." Yang trailed on.
He nodded when appropriate.
So far it worked like a charm. Thank Dust for small miracles, because he heard nothing but the drumming of his heart.
Ruby, on the other hand, stopped, enjoying the salty taste of her snack, before the main course, and listened to what her sister had to say. So that was where he got the idea to fight back? Sneaky Jaune, going to Yang for advice. Well, look where it ended up, right into the palm of her hands, or, eh, lips. Didn't matter! Whatever resolve he had left was about to be milked dry thanks to her sister. Score one for the Arc-Rose household!
Thank you, Yang.
Back to the clueless Arc, who hoped to whatever deity that existed that Yang kept from asking him to stand up. Her presence only added flair to Ruby who suddenly became more predatory. He was stuck between a hard place and a warm, slippery, wet one. His very vision betrayed him. On one side of the spectrum, Yang kept talking, going on and on about things he brain hardly cared for, but on the other hand, Ruby's half-lidded eyes ceased all brain function as she bounced up-and-down with her tongue exploring the world of tempered flesh. Controlling his breathing was quickly becoming the toughest thing he ever had to do, and he got catapulted into a forest full of Grimm.
None of that compared to this level of torture.
A tongue swirled, a mouth filled, and Jaune panicked as Yang kept talking about who knew what. Apples! Please let it be something simple like apples! No! Wait! Not apples! That made him think about that picture she sent with her curvy—ugh! Somehow he grew impossibly harder, making even Ruby pause her slurping to free his member with her getting memorized by the hunk of meat, bigger hearts in her eyes. An avid hand stroked the taut flesh. Breath hot. She planted a single kiss on the tip, dragging her mouth as a mixture of her drool and his cream coated her lips. What a thick, angry sword. More than ready to tame her begging hips. Just. Say. Yes!
Claim her. Domesticate her. Whatever! Just quell this heat burning her body to a hundred-one degree. Why wait? Act now! Once Yang left the room, on this desk with her back turned, against this naughty table. Grrr! She coated his tool in another layer of spit, tilting her head to sink into the curve. Maybe he needed more motivation? Yes, more motivation, a reason for him to give in, and she exactly how to get him roaring.
Suck! Suck! Suck!
She only sunk deeper between each bounce, taking more and more of him by the sloppy slurp. Practice made perfect. Her head eventually reached his lap, hitting the soft spot in the back of her throat as she gagged softly, having trouble breathing. Full. The only word to describe the sensation of having his entire meat in her mouth and down her throat, and when his body trembled with a tremor passing through, she gently lifted her head to free her toy with an emphatic pop, planting more kisses on a grateful appendage. Ruby only twirled her tongue around to savor the taste of her appetizer, instantly wanting more.
Keep talking Yang, keep him trapped as she milked him.
Her next downward thrust was deliberately slow, tongue-dragging slow, tasting every inch of pulsating skin on the way down. More of her treat spilled, staining her lips. The way he leaked drips amount of her milk, foretold of his upcoming demise. Nervous legs helped. Just a little more tongue-action should undo all his futile resistance. Just a little more. A little more. More! Gag! Suck, suck, suck! Mmmm!
Above her, oblivious to her sister tongue-on-skin action, Yang waved her hand dismissively in the air. "What I'm trying to say is, you should explode all over her!"
He only heard one word. "Explode!"
"Yeah, really lay it thick on her."
"Thick?!"
"Uh-huh! Just this once, I give you permission to let her have it! Okay? Don't hold back!" Yang walked toward the door, leaving him to his notetaking to find her sister. "Release any pent up frustration onto her! Release it all!"
Slam!
Choke!
Jaune groaned loudly, throwing his head back with his body going slack. Limit reached! Both his hands reached down, grabbed Ruby's head, and pushed her down as he unleashed his torrent of seed into her starving mouth. Milk quickly filled her cheeks, surprising the little sword polisher as her eyes closed to concentrate on feasting. All her hard work paid off, and she enjoyed the fruits of her labor, gobbling down each spurt with blind enthusiasm.
Best of all, her fingers shook her body to unleash a relief of its own, rocking her figure with the floor beneath her shaky thighs getting soaked in her arousal. Such a combo ceased all brain function, turning their minds blank as impulse took over. Ruby spilled some of her treat—a filthy girl, remember—and sucked down as much as possible with plenty dripping between her cheeks and all over his tool.
Nope! Nope!
Not on her watch! She greedily devoured her meal, springing back down to catch any spillage. Her effort was all in vain. Plenty more seeped through her strawberry-coated lips, showing how much practice she needed. Whelp, with that hopeless cause in mind, she shifted her attention to drinking down as much as possible. Practice would come later. Maybe in their bedroom, after he agreed to her terms, without any clothes and four walls of privacy. Dust! Toes curled with her thighs dripping. Imagining him taking control turned her on, making her double her efforts.
Slurp! Slurp! Extra-thick. Just the way she liked it. Warm, too. Perfect for her tummy. It went down easy. Even painted her lips a luscious shade of white. Ruby then seized his weakness, releasing her airtight hold with an audible pop before placing a palette of feather-soft kisses all over re-hardening skin. A diligent tongue cleaned up after herself, going up-and-down in long, tedious strokes, not leaving an ounce of sticky-rich protein behind. Only drool remained.
Once she gobbled every drop, explored every angry vein with her hungry tongue, did a complimentary suck or two, she glanced up at wide eyes, opened her mouth to reveal her leftover milk, and rolled her tongue before swallowing her treat whole. The distinct gulp followed by a satisfying sigh made all the blood rush back for a second round, but Ruby crawled out from underneath the table and licked her lips clean.
"Thanks for the meal."
Jaune said nothing, too drained to speak a word. Not a thought passed as his willpower went with her. She offered a mischievous smile before turning around to strut her hips toward the door, purposely flipping her skirt up to reveal smooth, round plumps right before she pulled up her transparent underwear and left. Once gone, once he remembered how to breathe, he slumped lifelessly against the chair. Like a succubus, Ruby had swooped in and drained him of his lifeforce. Only his Aura kept him alive.
He coughed. Ready to tear his hair out. Whatever strength he managed to gather, only offered him the chance to buckle up his pants. The warm drool itself didn't bother him, but it shook him to his core. Now what? No, honest to truth, now what? From his weakened standpoint, he had no other options left. No reasonable options, anyway. Not if he wished to have her heavenly mouth back on his junk, not after she promised him more of such treatment if he said yes, every day. A man had limits, and she sucked his out moments ago.
His fight was over.
"Giving up so soon?"
He turned his head to the familiar sounding voice, blinking weakly at a Grimm version of himself, standing on his shoulder with a disapproving frown. Fur clipped to parts of his skin with his iris red and sclera black. An undertone of black hugged his cheeks with his fingers sporting claws.
"An Arc never gives up."
Another head turn. His other shoulder held an impressive Huntsman version of himself, sporting a five-o'clock shadow, wielding Crocea Mors over his shoulder. That, too, warranted a blink. Unlike him, this one radiated confidence, basking in the honeysuckle glow of the room.
"Who are you guys? Am I going crazy?"
Huntsman Jaune poked him in the cheek. "We're your conscious, dummy. I'm your good half."
Grimm Jaune growled. "And, yes, you are going crazy. Crazy for giving up. Oh, and I'm everything nasty about you."
"... Why are you here?"
His Grimm poked him in the cheek. "To talk some sense into you, you spineless jellyfish! Why haven't you stepped up and claimed Ruby! What's stopping you?!"
Jaune shrugged, might as well argue with himself. "She wants me to be her husband."
"And? And! My ears must be stuffy because I'm not hearing the problem?"
Huntsman Jaune nodded approvingly. "Listen to Grimm Jaune. He's a wise man."
"You're supposed to be giving me good advice."
"I am."
The Grimm version sighed, pinching his nose. "I can't—I can't believe we're having this conversation! Why must you overthink things? It's easy. Say, yes!"
Some vigor returned to the drained Arc. He glared. "I don't want to start a family as soon as I graduate. Okay? I want to explore the world and be free. I just escaped from a large household. You know what I'm talking about, you were there, and so were you!"
Grimm Jaune nodded sagely, mocking him in every sense of the word. "Uh-huh! Uh-huh! I understand what you're saying, I really do, but have you forgotten what she just did to you? With her mouth? Underneath your desk? On her knees?"
"... No."
"And did you like it?"
Jaune frowned at his Huntsman persona. What kind of ridiculous question was that? He loved it! Everything about it had been hair-raising goodness from start to finish. Heck! As soon as his legs found the strength, he was going back to the library to study until his head hit the table. Luckily for them, being the same person and all, they each read his thoughts, and the Grimm version of himself laughed defiantly.
"Face it, buddy, you're screwed. Done, beaten, she's going to win, but you might as well be screwed in the better sense of the word, and enjoy defeat."
"She's not winning!"
Huntsman Jaune scoffed. "We're a manifestation of your conscious. Trust us. She's winning."
It was happily true. The picture of Ruby pressing him against their bed and showing him how to start a family turned his loins into an inferno. He only desired to have some freedom before settling into family life. A taste of adventure. Anything! Alas, Lady Luck played him a fool and offered him an impossible bet. Fold, throw the match, and claim his under-the-table prize, or play fair-and-square and give-up a sure-thing. Plus, the thought of someone else trying to court Ruby set his envy up ablaze.
Huntsman and Grimm Jaune stared at one another, reading their host's mind. Okay, time for a change of tactics. On the plus side, he knew he was going to lose. No delusional grander there to hold him back. So with that out of the way, they could focus on altering the deal. Ruby craved a family-life? Fine! No problem for an Arc. However, no matter how much they belittled Jaune for not giving into temptation, even these two craved the one-of-a-kind taste of freedom. They were there, they remembered family-life, and it sent a collective shiver up their spines. Only one viable option left.
Two could play this game.
Huntsman Jaune breathed and walked up to his cheek, resting his elbow on his head with that same confidence radiating like a sun. "Are you a Huntsman or a Huntsman?"
Jaune paused. "... What?"
Grimm Jaune forced him to look down at the floor. "Look at that! That's not sweat or drool. Remember what Yang said, strike while the iron's hot! Well, Ruby's core's burning! You want to change the deal, and we want you to make it happen! It's the perfect time for a counter-attack! We're Arcs! We're warriors! We return the favor tenfold!"
"Now..." Huntsman Jaune forced his King to look at him. "I'm going to ask you again. Are you a Huntsman or a Huntsman?!"
A pair of lips thinned. He finally understood what they meant, gaining traction in his body. Muscles taunted with his breathing regulated. A back straightened with a fire roasting in his chest. Courage, far beyond what he had when facing initiation, gripped his wayward soul.
"I'm a Huntsman!"
"Yes. Yes!" Grimm Jaune howled. "Go get her! Show her why you don't challenge an Arc!"
Both his shoulder deities sniffed when he stood up and raced out the room, nerves re-energized. Nothing slowed him down. A predator moved on the hunt, stalking its meal as she helplessly walked the corridors alone, back turned to the growing shadow. There she was, reaching for the handle to the Mess Hall, having a difficult time hiding her stained leggings. Most wouldn't notice, especially not in a crowded room, but his narrowed sights saw the delicious nectar ripe for the taking, staining her leggings, and before she grabbed the hilt, his hand seized her wrist.
Ruby gasped, turning to look at the shadow overcoming her tiny form.
Animalistic confidence spread out of Jaune, turning her legs to noodles when he seized her petite waist and pressed her small back to his wide chest. Almost like a big bad wolf capturing Little Red Riding Hood. He moved forward and swooped her off her feet, taking her toward their bedroom as tiny hands gripped an imposing torso. Doey eyes grew in size when he pushed the door open to their den, before kicking the door shut.
The sound of the wood slamming made her spine tingle.
Things heated up. He laid her gently on the bed, back on a pillow, before roughly tearing away deliciously damped panties, greedily licking her juices off the incriminating fabric. Ruby panted in his alpha presence, loving the wall he gripped her unmentionables between his teeth as he worked away at her layers of suddenly too-constricting clothing. One by one, inch-by-inch, they all went, and with her, drooling at the sight of him absorbing every bit of her exposed body. Eyes roamed over burning skin. Her only sense of modesty came from the top half of her shirt, keeping her chest private. Not like that mattered, not with the way he started planting smooches along her rising ribcage.
All thoughts turned to dough soon after.
He endlessly showered her sweating body in delicate pecks that steadily grew in intensity. Nowhere was safe. He kissed her ribs, trailing down past her stomach, licking her belly button, and landing right between her jelly legs with overly drenched thighs giving off a pleasing and embarrassing scent. The apex predatory glare he offered from between her valley, mouth impossibly hidden, breathing marking his target with a hunger never before seen in him, made her submit to his majestic presence and gasp when his tongue found her sweet spot and traitorous nub.
"Two can play this game."
Author Notes: I lied. One more chapter.
