Disclaimer: I own nothing of RWBY.
Berry
By: Imyoshi
Before there was Summer, there were all the bedroom adventures in-between.
...
Slurp! Lick! Mmmm!
"Gah! Ruby!" Weiss screamed. She darted away from her partner, glaring at her filthy lips. "Watch where you're drinking that!"
An innocent looking Rose stared adorably at her partner with a bottle of her beverage arched over her mouth. She must admit, not the best way to drink her dessert. Not with a straw nearby, but she got thirsty. Some had spilled and almost landed on her partner's combat sleeves. Good thing it missed because Ruby hated to be stuck listening to one of Weiss' speeches. Better to apologize and move on.
"Sorry, Weiss." Ruby grinned, tongue adorably out. Plenty of her milkshake covered her mouth. "I'm such a messy eater."
"I hate that about you."
Ruby giggled and slurped away.
Slurp! Lick! Mmmm!
Half an hour later, wearing nothing but her tight-fitting corset and a pair of boots she borrowed from Blake, Ruby kneeled and gulped down a healthy dose of Jaune's densely packed milkshake, drowning in a torrent of sticky goop that splattered her lips. She freed her treat, popping out the member with a trail of spit. Thick seed twirled around in her mouth, and she swallowed, gulping down everything with her face still drenched in creamy white. Her hot breath tickled the base, staring up from underneath the organ, stroking it vigorously as Ruby prepared a second helping.
"Sorry, Jaune." Ruby kissed the shaft, dragging her tongue slowly. "I'm such a messy eater."
"I love that about you."
Ruby moaned and slurped away.
...
Things more or less went back to normal. Ruby still woke him up for Saturday morning workouts, but they did less running and more endurance training.
Her new outfit was a doozy. No more low-cut shirts and form-fitting shorts, Ruby wore red, skin-tight shorts, that hugged her curvy butt and ended right at the edge, showing some bounce at the end. Elbow and knee pads, with her weapon's brandmark, came added. Her shirt, a crop top, white with her team's name print on the front with a number one below her chest, and Rose threaded on the back with that same number, accompanied the outfit, ending before her bellybutton with her arms and neckline bare. They hugged so tightly, Jaune knew she wore no underwear. Not like that mattered, but watching her bend down to touch her toes, or later fall to her knees for her traditional protein shake, never got boring.
Time to start what she called Ruby Rose's Training Regime!
Her so-and-so regime entailed him laying flat on the floor, pants and boxers long gone, with his training equipment stretched, prepped, and ready to go. First, she warmed up by doing her standard jumping jacks, giving him a good show of jiggle physics to get his blood and iron pumping. Then, she slipped off her shorts, confirming his no-panties theory, and wrapped the wet clothing around with head with her smell and stains lingering in the sweaty cloth. Finally, his hands seized her hips and prepared himself for endurance training. The first to need relief was the loser. The winner got bragging rights, maybe a promise of a sloppy reward, but no matter what, Ruby needed her protein shake at the end of the workout. Straight from the source, and all natural. Homemade, thick, and extra-creamy for her throat.
Groan!
She sunk deeply into his lap, using his muscular torso as a springboard. Velvety walls stretched, a waist became damped in a sticky fluid, and he controlled her shaky hips with a dominating grip. Now for her favorite part of exercising, building up that endurance. Like all good ways of stretching, she started slow, raising her hips to as high as possible before dropping them. Soft skin smashed against rough. Again and again, she repeated the thought-churning method, slowly losing her ability to control her breathing as her back arched and fingers dug into rough skin. Faster they went, harder in their thrusts, hitting a weak spot of hers with her bending down to rest on his body as skin-to-skin contact spread the warmth of pleasure up her spine. More. More! Dust almighty, more! She moaned, dripping filthy juices on a thick, throbbing—beep! Beep! Beep!
Ruby panted, unable to comprehend the beeping with her womb too busy directing all sensation. Jaune did, smiling innocently in his cloth prison, and reached inside her criminally tiny shorts to shove her Scroll into her hands. A dripping tongue forcefully hid back inside when he pressed accept, doubling his efforts the moment Yang's voice echoed throughout the room.
"Hey, Rubes!"
Ruby wished she could send him a murderous glare, but keeping her sanity in check was top priority between all the hip mashing. Not like he cared, working harder still. His hands moved from her clammy hips to slap bountiful marshmallows, rubbing and grabbing handfuls with his member getting massaged by Ruby's hugging inner folds. The only reason Ruby kept from begging for more compelling spanks, his filthy pet to all things demeaning, and once or twice she considered stealing Glynda's riding crop for him to discipline her fanny, was her sister's grinning face on the other line.
"Heya, Yang. What's up?"
"Nothing much, just checking up on you." Yang's brows furrowed, lips thinning. "What are you doing?"
Ruby laughed stiffly, biting her lip when one of his fingers dug into another hole. "Oh, you know, jogging. Got to stay in shape or else the Grimm will get me."
If only Yang could see her innocent Rubes riding Jaune like the corrupted nymph that she was, coating his member in an embarrassing amount of juices, breath unbearably hot and nubs standing at attention through a flimsy piece of clothing, but she spared her the sight of her bottomless waist bouncing on his groin. None of that stopped her from increasing her pace. Quite the contrary, she tightened at the possibility of Yang figuring out the puzzle, moving her hips in a blur to milk him dry of his syrupy load. Jaune only aided in her downfall into madness, meeting each thrust and pumping his fingers in-and-out her backdoor as another hand busied itself by slithering into her shirt to cup one of her breasts, pinching defenseless strawberries. Ruby summoned every ounce of restraint and willpower not to moan right then and there, craving nothing more than to throw her tongue out.
"Oh?" Yang blinked before grinning. "Okay! Not like you need to be anymore faster, but whatever. So whatever happened to Jaune's sword?"
"We came to an agreement." Ruby grunted, drooling at the play on words. "He said I could do whatever I wanted to his sword as long as I spit-polished it and gave it proper maintenance."
Her sister laughed. "Spit-polish, huh? Didn't think he wanted your spit anywhere near his weapon."
Ruby smiled, clenching tightly around his blade. "Well, you know, it's a family heirloom. They're sticks in the mud when it comes to tradition."
Yang couldn't argue that. "Well, for all the trouble you put him through, make sure you give it a real shine."
Ruby almost drooled at the imagery of servicing his weapon, making it shine slick with her saliva. He would watch, of course, towering over her filthy frame as her head wobbled obediently. Sometimes on her knees, other times on all fours, depended on his mood or what outfit she wore. Considering how hard he kept penetrating her body, not slowing down or providing her the chance to rest, making her work out one hell of a cumbersome sweat, she was going to have to work on her knees today. Jelly legs limited her mobility and strength, after all. Maybe that was his goal from the beginning?
Ruby licked her lips. She couldn't wait for him to watch her choke and gag. "Oh, don't worry, Yang, after my jog, I'll make sure to clean his sword real good. No way is it getting away from my lips today."
She snickered. "You're so weird. Sometimes I think you have a weapon fetish."
"Yang!"
The blonde laughed. "Alright, alright, I'll catch ya later."
Click!
Thank Dust! Ruby carelessly threw the Scroll over her shoulders. Just in time, too. Life-giving milk filled her womb, triggering her relief and splashing until it dripped out from her body. Both their bodies convulsed, shaking like leaves from the goosebumps. Her energy dulled. She sighed quietly, groaning from how full she felt from his warm seed and dropped down to rest on his body with both their breaths out-of-sync. Ha. What a workout! She panted as his hands rubbed her sensitive bottom. More of her treat raced down, but neither moved an inch.
"You know." Jaune snickered seconds later. "I didn't hear a no. Do you have a weapon fetish?"
Red colored Aura sprung to life, and she pushed him to his feet. His hands gripped the bedpost to keep still. She only crawled toward him, shaking her behind to achieve the desired effect of his blood rushing. Worked like a charm! Now, she gripped tendered skin, her backside, and spread her cheeks for his creampie to spill all over the floor. More blood rushed with a set of lips in the mood to suck.
"Uh-oh?" Ruby acted so innocently, eyes shining in naughty mischief. "Your sword's covered in filth. Allow me to clean it for you."
Throb!
Ruby smirked and pulled her sweaty shirt over her head, springing her breasts free from such confining clothing. She tossed the crop top somewhere in the room, much too busy crawling toward a towering beast to care. Oh? She ended up on her knees, cooeing at the angry veins with her tongue running up-and-down the length in a thin layer of spit. Still so hard, in need of proper maintenance. Someone had to drain him of his excess fluid. Creamy buildup could lead to sticky explosions, and besides, all densely compacted milk belonged to her, Ruby Milk Guzzling Rose. No tongue or mouth was better suited for such a filthy job, and she demonstrated her skills, deepthroating him in one go. Tasting her juices was merely a bonus on the job, a happy slave to her unique taste.
Choke! Gag! Suck!
Ruby worked hard for an honest day's milk, slurping away at a tempered piece of meat. So hard, bursting with a delicious treat, she bobbled easily, practice made perfect, and this Rose had plenty of experience of sucking him dry. Slurp! Slurp! She squared her shoulders, choking. Bits of the appetizer dazzled her tongue, warning her of the impending eruption of flavor coming her way. No matter. Suck! Suck! Suck! Exactly what she wanted, a mouthful of cream, and a tummy full of milk. All she had to do was keep on sucking.
Ruby did so, never breaking eye-contact with her fingers busy pumping in-and-out of her. Good thing she serviced him on her knees, feeling like her legs have turned to jelly the last few minutes she sucked on throbbing muscle. Everything turned out just as she predicted on the Scroll with Yang. Her traitorous fingers only put her in the cream sucking mood, turning her pupils into heart-shaped candies as the sloppy sounds of her treatment rung loud in their bedroom. He then patted her head affectionately, but demanding, triggering her to pick up the speed. She obeyed without question. Tasty, thick milk awaited her, ready to fill her mouth with a flood of white goop. Suck! Slurp! Lick! Mmmm! She felt him throb in her trachea. Yup-yup. He was this close to bursting all over her mouth and face. Just a little more—gag!
Groan!
His powerful hands grabbed each side of her head and forcefully pushed her deeper, blowing his viscid seed down her waiting throat. She choked. Silver eyes rolled back into their head as selfish fingers triggered her release, drenching the carpet in both juices and milk that escaped beyond her folds. Plenty spilled passed her lips, coating them in her favorite gloss and down her chin. Such a healthy amount of protein, too much for one Huntress to slurp, and her greedy mouth released his member with an audible pop, spurting remnants of cream on her face and hair.
She smiled, kindly licking her lips with his steel-like sword pressed up against her face. She panted, his Aura flared. Another round? Two protein shakes might be hazardous to her health, but he made for a compelling argument, pulling her back in for seconds by gripping the back of her head. Ruby had no rebuttal, easing into the servitude of giving his sword the promised spit-shine that it rightfully deserved.
A set of milk-loving lips wrapped around an angry member, velvety walls dripped, and Ruby Rose milked him dry.
Just another Saturday morning workout for these two dorks.
Suck! Slurp! Choke!
...
New customs accompanied the Arc before every leisure activity. Something to keep his pride in check. Things he felt he deserved for deflowering a precious Rose.
"You know the drill, Yang."
Yang Xiao Long stared helplessly at the dumbfounded Arc, hand forming into a fist, only to break apart. He grinned happily, pointing at the spot right between the eyes. Indeed, the self-proclaimed pun master was confused, arching her arm back to drop it seconds later. Why did Jaune Arc keep asking her to deck him in the face? Who asked for that? People ran away from her guns, not openly invited them for tea and crumpets.
At first, when he demanded it, begged for it, she obliged, only because he asked for the knuckle sandwich. Who was she to deny a free sucker punch to the nose? Now, after a month into the ritual, after her knuckles memorized every edge of his face, sometimes multiple times a day, the magic was gone. Yang couldn't even call it sad, because he was as happy as a clam. She was the weird one for hesitating. No. No, no! Not right. Enough was enough!
She had to ask.
"I don't get it. It was fun the first few times, but why do you want me to keep hitting you?"
Jaune Arc blinked at the question, thinking maybe he should have drawn a target to where he wanted to be hit. Notes for later. However, he was now stuck in a pickle of a predicament. How did one tell Yang that he planned to screw Ruby on the wall while spanking her behind with a riding crop he secret-borrowed from Professor Goodwitch? Huh? Colored him doubtful, but spilling that information to Yang might cause more harm than good. Not to mention the earful he would receive if Rubes had to explain the situation to her team.
Nope! Much easier to accept a fist to the face, or jaw, or nose, or wherever Yang felt like clocking him a new one. He wasn't particularly picky, except for the one muscle he needed to use to make Ruby's toes curl. Not his fault his future wife was a weapon's nut, translation, a toy lover. Made for some fun in the bedroom, but guilt ate away at him for playing with Ruby behind Yang's back, hence the need for a jab. So he squared his shoulders, looked her directly in the eye, and stretched his grin.
"To build character."
She snorted. "To build character?"
"Correct!" Jaune tapped his torso. "It puts hair on my chest. That's what my dad says."
Yang stared long and hard at the dork. Hair on his chest? Fatherly advice? Right. Silly of her to question his ridiculous motives. Not like her pops hadn't spewed random words of wisdom from time and again, like the straight and narrow path, or the knit one purl two absurdity. She, herself, wasn't dumb enough to fall for it, but Mr. Tall, Blond and Scraggly appeared to drink that stuff up. Not her place to judge idiocy.
She shrugged. "Whatever. Don't say I didn't warn you."
Smack!
Hours later, Yang consumed her lunch with a casual appetite, chewing her meal without much care. She waited for her team, wondering what fun activity they could do this weekend. A limitless amount of options presented themselves. Four future Huntresses in their prime could light this kingdom on fire. Yeah! Burn, baby, burn! Now if only she could get Rubes to go. Spoilsport preferred to be a hermit Grimm on the weekend, staying in while the rest of Team RWBY ventured out for a night out on the kingdom.
Yang couldn't fathom it.
What fun could she possibly be having while they Weiss, Blake, and she explored the concrete jungle? Snort. Rubes could be so weird sometimes. Maybe that weapon fetish idea wasn't so far from the truth? Shiver! Made her want to hide Ember Celica from her. Speaking of the adorable reaper, here she came with a tray stacked with an assortment of foods that would send their father in a long spew about healthy eating. A simple smile dawned on those lips, forcing her mouth to curve upward in its presence.
Then Ruby yelped when she sat down, frowning at her rear with a wince. She rubbed her sore bottom, taking it extra-slow to sit, sighing when the throbbing sensation relaxed. Yang noticed that—she regarded that all—and like any respectable sister, she teased between biting her sandwich.
"What's wrong with your butt? Did you sit on a nail?"
"It's just sore. Jaune was really—ah, ah!" Ruby panicked. Oops! A slip of the tongue! "Brutal in training today. And I fell down one too many times."
Ruby's lie forced Yang to a standstill. Her sandwich stopped getting chewed midway. Brutal? Vomit Boy? The noodle? What? Her head turned to interrogate Ruby, but the nervous leader made it her life's mission to avoid making eye-contact, slurping down her milkshake with a speed and ease Yang hardly knew she possessed. Almost as if she had a lot of practice sucking down thick milk. She didn't even choke, guzzling it down nonstop. So Yang waited until nothing remained, having all the time in the world.
When she milked it dry, Yang moved in for the attack. Let the twenty questions commence.
"Since when do you fall? And against Vomit Boy of all people?"
Ruby sweated under the third degree. "He's gotten much better. Pyrrha's training has done wonders for him."
"And you fell on your butt multiple times? As in more than once?"
"Much, much better."
Ruby chose that moment to stuff her mouth full of whipped cream, bulging her cheeks in the thickness of it all. Yang glared. Her fingers laced, Ruby panicked. Just then, Weiss and Blake showed up, carrying food of their own. In that daring moment, Ruby swallowed her extra-thick load, wiping her lips clean of any leftovers. Yang humphed, and decided to drop it for now. She stabbed her fork into her food, thinking back to what Vomit Boy had mentioned earlier.
To build character.
Huh? Guess there was something to all the bravo about hair on his chest nonsense. Maybe, just maybe, she should train with the dork and see how far Pyrrha's training had pushed him. Get a sample of what Ruby had been working with all this time. What other reason could there be for Ruby being all sore? Not like he spanked her repeatedly for acting like a bad girl. Ha! As if either one of them were bold enough not to be prudes.
Later, when he found her yet again, something, something, yadda-yadda, she granted his request by throwing an extra-hard one between the eyes. Instincts and an odd sensation in her gut told her to punch Jaune. Drilled her to beat him into the ground, because, training or not, hurting Ruby was a punishable offense in the older sister handbook, and hurting Ruby's behind demanded retribution of a sore face.
Somehow she felt like she was doing her older sister obligations.
Smack!
Somehow.
...
Jaune took her out on dates since they skipped that part. When the rest of her team was off dancing in some club or drinking some fancy beverages, he spoiled her rotten by taking her to all the places her team deemed too childish or blatant cliché.
Like the new superhero movie about this Ultra Drive guy who only used two-percent of his power, he enjoyed the film, eating popcorn and oh-ing and aw-ing at the appropriate times, but she gripped the edge of her seat, somehow surprised that the hero won in each film they watched. They were okay in his opinion, but they meant a great deal to her, so Jaune watched each one, including the director's cut and the special 3-D edition.
Another hotspot centered around going to a weapons convention, buying the Monkey Wrench Passes, granting them access to touch some of the stuff, an area he honestly felt out-of-place with a sword and shield, a stick in a room filled to the brim with clubs. Still, he sat through lectures that went over his head, poked his fingers against the latest in Grimm slaying technology, and stood in long lines to go to the bathroom, grinning and taking sneak-pictures when stars shined in her eyes. A downside came with carrying all the stuff she purchased, straining his muscles with the weight of metal bearing down on him. No, Ruby, hugging and leaning on his arm did not make them lighter.
On the plus side, unless they worked up a good sweat at the arcade trying to beat this Shuffle-Shuffle Revolution high score, curse whoever was the Sloth King, then their dates ended the same. Usually a multitude of kisses that eventually led to a heated make-out session, plenty of tongues and spit, but not on the mouth for Jaune, and another pair of lips for Ruby.
Seeing Ruby smile made it all worth it. Watching her swallow his homemade milk was a generous bonus. Drinking her mouth-watering nectar was a gift, but hearing that cute sound that she made, the one when her hips refused to stop bouncing or when his tongue grew feisty, turned the Arc into a felicitous sap.
...
Some days Jaune wanted to cuddle. Some days Ruby didn't want to cuddle.
"Can't we just—?"
"Nope!"
...
Jaune rarely showed possessiveness, but when others didn't get the message, well, Ruby enjoyed watching every second of it. Eye candy, okay? Shut up!
It happened one time, only one time. Possibly more, but Ruby hadn't a clue. A random guy asked her out on a date, and before she could decline, Jaune towered over his frame in all his six-foot-one impressiveness. Probably the first time she had ever seen him so furious, that scowl could have scared the Grimm away. For a noodle, he sure had a habit of making other people's legs turn into spineless jellyfish.
"Go away." Jaune warned.
"And what if I don't?"
Snowy Aura glowed in retaliation. The guy cocked a fist and hit Jaune on the side of his jaw, but the Arc's bloodthirsty eyes never blinked, never closed. If only he knew how many fists to the face he received from Yang Xiao Long on daily, making his nothing but child's play. To prove a point, he reached out and seized the guy's wrist and pushed the arm away, still glaring.
Not a flinch. "Last chance."
This time the student took his warning and backed off. He walked away with a grunt, hiding his stinging hand away from the two. Ruby was the first to respond after the engagement, tilting her head at her future husband. Her mouth opened, only for it to close when Jaune picked her up by the waist with one arm, held her close, and carried her to their bedroom. Small palms sprawled over Jaune's torso, not at all used to his possessiveness.
Ruby's body shivered when she stared down at bedroom eyes, seeing the apex predator hiding within. Part of her smiled triumphantly. Ha! She still remembered when he resisted her advances. Look at him now! Acting all jealous! Ruby Rose one, Jaune Arc zero. Eh? Well, based on the way he kicked the door to their bedroom open, that score was about to even up. Possibly move to his favor with how soaked her panties were.
Slam!
...
Some days Ruby's more Huntress persona came out to play. Those moments became more frequent as time passed.
Jaune Arc tested the ropes wrapped around his ankles and wrists, examining their durability. Yup, those weren't breaking anytime soon. His mouth was stuffed with Ruby's soaked panties, a treat for him as he laid naked on their bed. She, herself, paced around the room, savoring the way his eyes ravished her body. Perky breasts jiggled from her Grimm-corset improving those features with pink ready to cut diamonds and red lip gloss painting her mouth. Matching latex gloves and knee-high boots accompanied the outfit, fur at the end of each with a choker that had Filth engraved in the tag. Nothing below the waist, well, there was, but her prey's tongue currently savored the taste of her juices on a very tiny and thin piece of fabric. No matter, pink lips spilled without shame, getting one heck of a confidence boost from how painfully hard he was. Every so often, she turned around, for no reason, and bent down so he could watch her bare butt bend in all the right places.
When he groaned, unable to take it anymore and pulled against his bindings, she walked over and plopped right down on his abs, sandwiching his meat between two sizzling buns. It twitched, it throbbed, but, above all else, it gave a real honest reaction to what he wanted. Ruby smirked, rubbing her rear up and down on the angry veins, cooeing when she knew he wanted nothing more than to pin her down on the bed and take her. She craved that, too. Oh, she desired for him to unleash his inner beast, soaking his muscles and spilling juices between the crevices. However, this mistress wanted more than senseless debauchery. Proving that by leaning down, massaging a pair of lips on his member, and chewed on his neck. He bravely, but futilely pulled against his bindings still, losing his sense as Ruby nibbled on his neck.
Then she sat up, pressing her palms flat on his pecs with a sultry smirk. "Aw, you poor thing, you must be aching for a release? I can feel it between my cheeks. Do you want me to help you?"
Ruby turned around, bent down, and started planting very sloppy kisses over his member, stroking it at the same time. Her bottom pressed against his mouth, but the insufferable cloth prevented him from licking. He could only inhale the proof of her arousal. Pheromones bombarded Jaune's sense of smell. Wet marks on his flesh strengthened his core. His blood ran rampant in his body, but she rested her curvy bottom on his face, ended her tease and left lipstick marks on a very enthusiastic treat.
Her hand reached down, pulled the cloth out of his mouth, and pressed her opening over a panting muzzle. "If you want me to milk you dry, you better start eating me—moan!"
Ruby threw her head back, gripping locks of golden hair to push deeper. Right there. Right there! His tongue, so eager to please his mistress, lapped away without a second thought, digging deep into attention starved folds slicked with wetness. She huffed. She panted. She arched her back, moaning loudly in their bedroom with her hands gripping her breasts. Shaking thighs squeezed when his nose brushed against her entrance. Juices dripped, and he drank his fill. Such a greedy pet, but he did wonderfully. Her relief got closer and closer between each dip of the tongue.
Panting, she peeked down and smirked. Hn? His excitement was impossible to miss. Endearing, bustling with energy, and riped with a cream filling. If only he had a cream-addicted pet to milk it dry. Mistress Ruby suddenly moaned when his mouth found that weakness of hers. Pant, pant! He tried so hard to please her. Such a naughty Huntsmen, begging to be stroked and licked as if his Huntress wasn't enough to satisfy his needs, well, this filthy Rose felt inclined to tease. Maybe even reward if he did a good enough job. Giggle! There was only one way to test his desperation. To see how badly he wanted to burst out or inside of her.
Ruby declined down to hover her face near his starving member, pouting her lip at the angry veins. She planted more kisses up the shaft, stroking the base with her fingers massaging every inch available. Soon enough, bits of pre-cream spilled down, flavoring her favorite treat in a thin veil of butterfat as her fingers quickly became sticky. Kiss! Her lips planted a wet one of the head, backing away with a trail of white dipping downward from her mouth and the thick, throbbing—moan! Jaune's tongue made thinking a troublesome act, much better to lick her lollipop until she reached the creamy center.
He shared in her sentiment, drinking more sweet nectar. Tight bounds kept him from reaching out and spreading her rear, just as she wanted. Only she had—lick—control! She would decide how—slurp—he used his body. Not—suck—him. So if he wanted her to—gulp—reward him. He better move that tongue—choke—faster. Mmmm! Just like that. Tease her nerves. Make her squirt all over. Yes. Yes! Yes!
Moan!
Juices flooded all over Jaune's mouth, drenching him a fluid of a filthy Rose's nectar. His favorite. A perky chest heaved with a tongue rolled out, catching her breath as a tongue kept lapping away a sensitive heightened space. She shivered, breaking away from her treat to wither in blissful agony, twisting and thrashing over a solid jaw. He only kept drinking, forcing her to rest her hands on his body to keep from falling over. Part of her still fell forward, but she gripped his legs to keep from moving, only for her eyes to widen at the package growling before her.
Throb!
Oh? Mistress Ruby touched her stained lips. Someone had yet to climax? Look at how hard and twitchy it was, bulging and ready to rupture from a few light touches. If she were to wrap her mouth around such a monster, maybe lap her tongue like a filthy girl, she would undoubtedly be gifted a surge of delicious milk. Enough to paint her face and mark her skin. Giggle! Not a bad idea, her mouth drooled at the thought, but alas, no, another pair of filthy lips demanded that substance, eager to award Jaune for his skillful tongue.
He more than earned his reward.
Ruby stood up, using the few precious seconds her jam-like legs could support her weight, and then sunk into his member with ease. Both groaned from her insides spreading to accommodate for his girth, only for her to clench tight. He made an effort to talk, but she stuffed his mouth with her moist panties, keeping him silent. Soon, with the help of his chest, she started to rock her hips, bouncing like a perverted bunny with his entire length getting engulfed. Each movement hit her womb. He met her actions with a powerful hip thrust, already so close to exploding inside. Ruby welcomed it. She knelt down, undid his bonds, and relaxed onto his body when wild hands gripped her marshmallows, increasing the already mind-numbing pace. Now the slapping of skin resonated loudly in the room, and she moaned into his chest, spilling all over an aching member as he twitched, mere seconds away from a sticky eruption.
One of his fingers teased another entrance, and she whispered in his ear with her hot breath tickling his skin. "Inside me."
Splurge!
Heat erupted inside Ruby's belly, Aura-charged, and her womb filled up from an excess of milk feeding into it. She moaned immodestly, grasping tightly so not a drop spilled. Her tongue rolled out, toes curled in her boots, and eyes dazed over in filth. A dazzling heat spread throughout her body, numbing everything but her shaky thighs. Not even Jaune moved, spent. He breathed tiredly, still holding her butt firmly, but his head relaxed on the bed with Ruby's snuggling into the space between his torso and shoulder. Her body twitched, and she tried to summon some energy, except more fatigue, washed over her, putting the Sandman's dust in her eyes.
So with what level energy she had left, she wrapped her arms around his neck and drifted off. He, too, fell into a blissful slumber, still inside her by the time his eyes drooped with a hand over her back.
...
Not to say every romantic rendezvous ended up perfectly fine. Shenanigans happened more than once. Lies were told. Suspicions were aroused. Something, something, no one tell Yang!
Ruby Rose skipped to their bedroom, a box wrapped tightly around her hands. She hummed a sweet note, bumping her head to the off-toned beat. Every so often she glanced a wary eye at the shadows in the hallway, clutching her goods tight. No. She was not a pervert. No! She meant paranoid! Paranoid, not pervert, wrong P. A girl just had to protect her privacy. Filth wasn't something to parade around, not like that rule existed in the Handys Huntress store.
The woman at the store had given her a knowing look, bravely smirking when she purchased the various goods. Snickerdoodles! So what if her face matched her name at the time? That was no reason to point her toward the exotic oils and creams aisle. Not that that stopped her. She might have bought a few bottles of him Up the Filth lotions, but that did not mean she enjoyed the knowing looks. However, the discount was nice. She would surely shop there again. Four out of five stars! A winner in her book—?!
"Hey, sis, what's in the box?"
Yang appeared from a random corner of the hallway, grinning brightly at her not-so-innocent Rubes. A row of pearly whites shined over the guilty Rose, catching their prisoner. Just like a deer Faunus in front of moving headlights, she froze in fear, and her predator sister moved in for the kill.
"... Uh?"
Before she made up a totally believable lie, Yang snatched the box out of her hands and began rummaging in an older sister fashion. Her search came up more unexpected that she initially thought, arching an eyebrow high when she started listing the objects one-by-one as she pulled them out to see. The first item was a cylinder for an unlabeled brand of cream.
"What's the extra-extra thick whipped cream for?"
Ruby laughed nervously, inching closer to the incriminating evidence. "Just a snack."
"And the strawberries, too?"
"Yup!"
She pulled out a leather whip, long, sleek, and black. Her other brow raised. "Uh? And the whip?"
Ha-ha! Ruby started sweating bullets. "I'm testing out a new idea for Crescent Rose. Chain scythe!"
Yang nodded distractedly at that answer. Sounded like something her weapon-nut of a sister would do, but then she pulled out the next item. "... What's the red candle for?"
Her feeble excuses were running thin. "Just in case the lights go out?"
"But you only have one." Yang blinked, taking in Ruby's appearance. "Are you wearing new boots and a different corset—?"
Ruby snatched the box out of her sister's hands, speeding away in the fastest walk she ever sprinted. "Oh, would you look at the time, alright, gotta go! Bye!"
Rose petals fluttered in the hallway with a very confused Yang clicking her tongue at the sight. Once Ruby turned a corner, she dropped the smile and sighed tiredly. Whew! That was a close one. Yang almost stumbled upon her red fuzzy handcuffs and consumable underwear. No lie could save her from that conversation. Her heart still hadn't slowed down after she noticed her newer corset, meant to push up certain assets and divert the attention onto those features. Good thing she overlooked her latex stockings, strapped to her leather corset. Forget about the underwear she wore or lack of thereof.
Ruby nodded and raced toward their room, only to bump into Blake with her Ninjas of Love book in her hands. A pause settled between them. She glanced down at the box, the blushing leader, and the flutter of still falling rose petals. A mouth opened, but a slender finger sealed her lips shut.
"If you ask me a question, any question, I will get Zwei to lick all your stuff. Capiche?"
Blake wisely raised her hands in surrender and backed away from her deranged leader. Box? What box? She saw nothing. Curiosity wouldn't kill this cat. She retreated with a figurative tail around her legs, minding her own business. At least she had her book to keep her company—?!
Ruby plucked the book out of Blake's hands, daring her to challenge her adorable leader. "I'll be borrowing this filth!"
For research purposes, and Ruby promptly threw it in the box, walking away with her head held up high and Blake left to dry. After the clerk, Yang, and now noisy Blake, Ruby felt her nerves aching for relief. A body craved attention. Soft lips needed attention. Only one person knew how to push her buttons the right way, and this Huntress hunted her target to eat her fill.
Ruby found her foolish target roaming the halls, heading for the Mess Hall with his back carelessly turned. So he was hungry, famished for something juicy and sweet? Well, she knew of nectar he would gladly enjoy. At the same time, this milk lover needed her daily dose of protein. Now! Not like she gave him much choice, grabbing him the hood of his sweatshirt to pull him toward their bedroom without uttering a single word.
Reaching their room, she shoved him inside. Poor Jaune opened his goofy mouth. "Ruby?"
"There is no safe word."
Slam!
...
Role-playing became a must in their bedroom antics. Not by his choice, but many things, he slowly realized, stopped being his choice the day Ruby chose him as her future husband.
One of the perks of his future wife, outside of her love for all things sweet and dirty, was her limitless imagination. Took quite a bit of that to forge her complicated weapon. What he implied was her ability to make filthy times enjoyable and adventurous, sometimes with costumes, sometimes with toys. He once read and memorized a script. It was all fun and games, all of which he partook in without complaint. So he ended up calling her Ruby Role-playing Rose for whenever she got in the mood. That happened a lot. Not to say he was complaining, but lines had to be drawn somewhere in the proverbial sand. No? Okay. Hand him his next outfit—uh?
Jaune blinked at the sight of a well-known loose-collar jacket with red wrist bracers and black finger-less gloves. A pair of blue cargo pants, a white belt, and a chain added into the mix. Then once Ruby dropped the necklace into the pile, he opened his mouth to protest, but she already zoomed away into the bathroom to get changed. Staring down at the mass of clothes in his hands, he had questions, many, many questions.
Jaune Arc dressing up as Sun Wukong? Whelp, that was a new one. Who was she mimicking? Blake? Not to poke a hole in her plans, but Blake's clothing might be a bit too big for her. The height difference alone would be a problem, but nope. She dashed all his views, walking out the bathroom with a purpose-filled strut. The clicking sounds of her heels made his heart stop.
Gasp!
Snow Angel?
Weiss' outfit fitted on Ruby with her hair tied in a makeshift ponytail shifted to the side. The difference in length couldn't be ignored, but she more than made up for that with his guilty pleasure. Out she walked across the room, frowning, stepping loudly, and grumbling just like Weiss. Being her partner and all had given Ruby the tools to mimic the Dust Heiress, and now she stood before him, arms crossed, waiting for him to get into character so their role-playing adventure could commence.
Gulp!
Jaune slowly changed into his new outfit, not bothering to head into the bathroom as his playmate used this time to set on their bed and brush her hair. She humphed when he took too long and walked toward him, showing off how tight her breasts were pressed against Weiss' chest piece, smashing together glorious mounds. Ruby's only rule in role-playing; not to break character until one of them climaxed. As soon as Sun's shirt dawned his shoulders, the game began, and Weiss-Ruby rested a cold palm on his bare torso, glaring exactly like Snow Angel. What a lifelike appearance, almost like looking in a mirror.
The naughty game began with her pushing him toward the wall. Her fingers traced his muscular form, scratching rough skin while licking her lips. A swift glance with her bedroom eyes set him off, and she backed away, shielding her modesty.
"Gah!" Weiss-Ruby cried. "How'd you get in here, you dirty ape!"
"That's not how Weiss talks."
"Quiet, you filthy Faunus!"
Ruby-Weiss pouted, spun him around and she strutted over to push him down by the bottom of her heel, placing one foot over his bare chest. From his position, Jaune-Sun noticed the curvature of her legs and butt underneath her skirt. As much as he hated to admit it, her impression of Weiss, terrible as it was, turned his lips dry. One thing she nailed was her scowl and outfit. Not the ideal figure for Blake's clothing, but she fit, maybe pleasingly stretched, Weiss' clothes. Only helped that she adopted such an angry tone, matching her fierceness in split fascination.
Stay in character. "Hey! Let me go!"
Her eyes narrowed. "You just wait there for security to come get you, you no good stowaway."
"Ha! As if! I'm too great of a stowaway to be caught."
Weiss-Ruby humphed. Possible escape, huh? Couldn't have that now, could she? No. First, she had to disable him. Easy enough, she knew exactly how. Smirk, time to go night-night, dirty ape. Without warning, she removed her heel and sat down on his face, suffocating his passage of air with her thighs wrapped snuggly around his head and mouth pushed directly over her clothed folds. She couldn't witness his reaction, hidden by her combat skirt, but the frantic waving of his arms revealed the panic induced paranoia that came with one's oxygen supply being cut off.
Now? Who would break first?
Either he drowned underneath a cascade of juices, or her toe-curling climax weakened her body enough for him to escape. Only one way to find out, Sun-Jaune choked, inhaling her unique smell through the thinly soaked panties. She grunted, unable to distract herself from the sensation of his tongue exploring an unknown cave. Drip, drip, drip! Juices trickled on his face. His teeth nibbled on a begging clit through transparent linen. Something threatened to snap inside her. No! She squeezed her heavenly thighs harder, and before he broke free, taking advantage of a weakened body, he went limp. All in character to the game they played and Weiss-Ruby huffed with her legs feeling like jelly. So close, but the dominant species won.
Soaked, she stood up, smirking at the sleeping brute. Another job well done. Now—she dusted her outfit with her knuckles resting on her hips—to finish applying makeup on before calling security to clean up the mess. Such a shame, too. Mr. Stowaway here rocked a stone-cut body and yummy-yummy abs. Would have been fun to explore her fill, but appearances mattered more to her. With a courtesy flip of her hair, she turned around, dropped her guard, and changed into something far more comfortable.
A predator stirred due to the smell of arousal on his lips.
Sun-Jaune woke up from his quick-second nap, peeking up to see the starky Heiress changing. A voracious tongue licked lips covered in mouth-watering nectar. Pupils dilated. Hungry eyes observed each one of her movements, slowly stalking the delicious bitter-y snack before him. Ripe, supple, creamy, just like a perfectly seasoned banana. He silently rose to his feet, not yet done. Everything could have gone so smoothly, but ignoring the taunt body in front of him, firm all over, became impossible. He smelled her desire from here.
Blue eyes ravished the forbidden fruit.
Weiss-Ruby unclasped her combat skirt, allowing the garment to fall between her ankles. Gasp! Some of the skimpiest underwear taunted him, strings with the tiniest patch of blue used to cover her indecency. Tiny, unable to thoroughly cover skin, and tearable from the lightest friction of force. A rear breathed without string or linen to cover its precious hills. Her bra, on the other hand, was no more than two snowflake stickers, hugging skin with her arousal clearly shown through the way it creased outward. She left nothing for the imagination, turning her back toward him while she bent down to retrieve something trivial in the drawer. A firm, inviting butt ridiculed his libido, turning the spacious jeans into something uncomfortably tight. Weiss-Ruby then pulled out her item, a collar with a leash, and his inner animal raged.
Never break character!
The once proud smirk on the Dust Heiress fell apart when he ripped her skimpy lingerie. Proof of Weiss-Ruby's wetness dripped down shaky thighs, and he feasted, dragging his tongue up-and-down the naughty kitty. She instantly moaned, glaring with her legs spreading apart. Powerful digits dug into her trembling legs, not giving her the ability to turn around or move as he lapped away at spilling nectar.
"What in the world?!" Weiss-Ruby groaned. "How are you still awake?!"
He grinned. "You forgot to count to ten."
"That doesn't make any sense!"
A grin turned into a smirk. "It doesn't have to with how wet you are."
Her cheeks blushed. "You're a filthy liar. I'm not, moan, wet!"
Sun-Jaune cocked a brow, testing that false theory. He used his greater stature to lift her petite body and pin her on the wall, face still full of her velvety folds. Soft thighs wrapped around his head. Golden locks got played with, and an Heiress moaned between the verbal tongue thrashing. His solid muscles kept her stuck in place. Good thing, too, because she twisted and turned, panting like a Jessabelle in heat. Then he discovered her basket of nerves, acting very animal-like by playing with it until she screamed. Poor Weiss-Ruby, once a predator lowered its teeth into their prey, they never let up until the spoils gave in.
Instincts made short work of her hot-and-bothered body. Lick, lick, bite! Rinse and repeat, Sun-Jaune kept the pace going until she forgot how to breathe. Delicate fingers soon pulled on messy hair. Her back arched painfully into his lapping tongue with a torrent of juices flooding his mouth, but he never stopped sucking on that nub of hers. Toes curled involuntarily, and she gasped when he put her down.
The Dust Heiress quickly fell to the floor from her jelly legs being too weak, resting on all fours like an animal in heat. A creamy posterior ached for something harder, not yet tamed. Her need to be taken, something she would deny feverishly, made her shake her hips. Sun-Jaune responded. His pants fell, along with his boxers, and a sight captivated the starved Heiress.
Weiss-Ruby gasped at the sight of an enraged monster, built to conquer a submissive mate. She bit her lip. That thing throbbed, twitched, and pulsated. So thick and masculine. Nothing like the sophisticated gents. Lower lips soaked easily in the presence of a primal force. She attempted to soothe the savage beast, but its dominating presence restricted her willpower in a latex bondage set-up, gagging her mouth closed and stuffing her nose with a musky seed that made thinking much too finicky. Much better to wait and see what he did next, eagerly following each twitchy movement with subservience befitting a pet. Then Weiss-Ruby regained her wits, moaning when he rubbed that member against her wet folds.
"You filthy Faunus! How dare you do this to me!" Weiss-Ruby panted, drooling like a common vagabond. "I won't forget this! Do you hear me?!"
"I hope you won't!"
She bit her lip, unable to deny her eagerness for him to ravish her, but he never moved. "Well, what's taking you so long? Lose your nerve?"
"Beg."
"... What?"
"Beg for it."
Not on his lower-class life! "Like I would demean myself for the likes of you. You're nothing special."
Oh? Really? Sun-Jaune accepted the challenge of the hottie temptress and rubbed his fruit slowly between her legs. At first, she resisted, frowning with only her bottom lips quivering for more, but as time passed, she started to moan with her skin gaining a bit of sweat. There was no ignoring the fluid traveling down her thighs. Once or twice she attempted to maneuver his member in, failing each time by her foggy mind playing tricks on her. Eventually, after her stickers had long since fallen from her accumulation of sweat, and the ability to control her moaning and growing wetness became an impossibility with such a piece of meat tempting her, Weiss-Ruby spoke softly.
"... Please."
The hybrid smirked, smacking naughty hills. "What was that? I couldn't hear you."
She almost kept her mouth shut out of spite, but the heat from her body roasted what little sanity she had left. A highly sophisticated mind turned to mush when presented with fleshly pleasure. Her bottom stung, but in a pleasant way. How long had it been since she succumbed to carnal of the skin? Too long. Her angsty thighs and drooling tongue left no room for arguing, needing the sensation of being penetrated and possibly stuffed. She wanted that, Weiss-Ruby craved every inch of it. No other choice then, not with the way he rubbed her spot so viciously, and swallowed her stubborn pride, and prepared for the chance of consuming other things, and begged.
"Take me! Stop dilly dallying and take me!"
The Faunus-Human mentally saved the picture of this nobility snob rubbing her rear all over his waist, begging with her sex dripping, before claiming his new territory. Instantly she moaned, squeezing his member entirely with her toes curling violently. Narrowed eyes lost focus, turning into nothing more than dazed expressions as an animal took her from behind, corgi-style!
Weiss-Ruby threw her head back in bliss.
Sun-Jaune held her wrists as handlebars, pushing in-and-out of her body, using her in the most animalistic ways. Dust! She squeezed tightly around his banana, refusing to let go of her culprit. Weiss-Ruby had the filthy mongrel right where she wanted him, deep inside her, about to burst his banana cream filling inside her belly and all over her wet, hot walls. Her impressive derrière cushioned some of the hypnotic thrusting, but the mind-numbing act of it all, left her in a state of heat, like some animal. She drooled, she moaned, she met his hip movement just as hard, submitting to the alpha.
Slap! Slap! Their bodies meshed together to fill the room with sounds of their skin slapping against one another. To be taken from behind set her nerves on fire. She clenched firmly around him, spreading her legs far apart, balancing on her toes with his hands locking in her place. Harder. Faster. Her head fell. Somewhere in-between she grunted, gasping loudly with juices spilling down her sweaty thighs. Sun-Jaune then wrapped an arm around her stomach, pulling her close. The pumping never stopped, but he marked her neck and grabbed one of her breasts. Rough hands toyed with her lewd body. Weiss-Ruby had no choice but to wrap her arm around his head, lifting her leg instinctively to grant him better access. Moaning like a lowly streetwalker came easy for a repressed Dust Heiress. Begging for more made the brutal beast pin her to the nearest wall, using the steadfast dry wood to keep her trapped and pleading for more.
Dust!
He kept her hitting her weak spot, digging in-and-out in a brutish pace that forced her on the edge of her tippy-toes. She hugged the wall, moaning, dripping, clenching hard around him as he prepared his seed to pollinate. What would the press say if they saw her? Weiss-Ruby Schnee, fornicating with a rapscallion? She wouldn't be able to show her face around public, but he hit so deep and good. Far better than any of the proper gentlemen ever could. She couldn't help but moan with her legs spread. Asking her not to clench around him, requesting her not to squish or meet his hardened thrusts was maddening. She met each one, slapping skin against skin, waiting for him to stuff her womb. Then he spun her in the filthy act, held her hands above her head, and lifted her body to press her against the wall as he penetrated deep between each push.
Pant! Pant! Pant!
Her legs wrapped around his muscular waist, about to milk him of his seed. He thrust once more, twice, and thrice, before shooting his cream into her lower gullet, provoking her release. Manners flew out the window with Weiss-Ruby moaning as she squirted. Stickiness filled her hole, dripping out while she panted, staining the carpet and her newest favorite toy. Stimulation worked on both their ends, charging a primal kiss between the two with him thrusting one final push, emptying everything into a haughty Heiress. That kiss soon turned into a battle of the tongues, releasing her of his hold so she could wrap her arms around his neck and lean on his body, wrestling a poor game against a hooligan. She quickly retreated, a strategic move, offering the Faunus a once look over with a bridge of spit existing between them. She smirked, now seeing the handsomeness in his ruggish appearance, and sensually kissed with his jaw with his hands wrapped firmly around her butt.
"Hm?" Weiss-Ruby kept kissing his jaw. "I might have misjudged you..."
Sun-Jaune smiled, squeezing her buttocks. "The name's Sun Wukong."
Her eyelids drooped. "And my name is Weiss Schnee. I think you'll make a fine member of my staff."
"... Huh?"
More kisses along the neck. "Yes, but we'll need to get you a suit. Something nice and classy. Maybe a tie, unless if you prefer a leash?"
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Back off, Weiss!" Sun-Jaune pushed the daring Heiress back. "Hold up. I'm not anyone's servant boy."
She slowly licked her lips. "Are you sure?"
"You'll never get me in one of those monkey suits."
Weiss-Ruby swiftly frowned. How rude, this would not do. Someone needed a lesson in manners. She pushed her misbehaving Faunus on the wall, tossing off her jacket in the process. Down to her knees, she fell, licking, kissing, tasting, and all around playing with his banana soaked in her juices. Leftover nectar and milk stained her porcelain lips. Nothing but her boots remained on, and she glared with a promise of revenge, but having her on her knees, worshiping his fruit with a palette of kisses, made taking her seriously an impossibility.
"Listen here, Faunus. You'll do what I say, and maybe, just maybe, I'll give you a reward."
Sun-Jaune offered no rebuttal, throwing his head back when the Dust Heiress engulfed his entire member. Her silver tongue made short work of a peasant's meal, slurping and choking in a dignified manner. The mixture of her juices and his cream proved to be a delicacy that rightful belonged to the cream slurper. Only her mouth was suited for such a combination of flavors. Such a refined taste deserved to be eaten by an heiress. On her knees, like some beggar, choking on her spit, and expanding her throat for a treat that was beneath her. Weiss-Ruby never felt more alive than right now. She bobbed her head, servicing him instead of her, acting as his servant for a change. Sucking came so naturally to her. Dragging her tongue up the shaft, or twirling her taste-tester on the tip, she gobbled. She was a Schnee, blowing away the competition was what she did best. If Sun-Jaune, the Faunus standing before her as she rested on her knees, needed to be taught that lesson? Then so be it. She was more than happy enough to give him a thorough tongue-lashing.
So she sucked, choked, and slurped to drill some manners into the animal, gulping down droplets of milk that spilled out. Dust! Even the appetizers were thick and rich in potency, a delightful substitute for her morning cream, two scopes, not one. Maybe, after some training, he could become her creamy butler? Weiss-Ruby liked that idea, crawling on all fours to offer him a preview of her shapely butt. Enticing this behemoth shouldn't be difficult, already she had him right where she wanted him. A few more rolls of her tongue, maybe some overly loud choking sounds, throw in some deepthroating, and he would unconditionally agree to any of her demands.
Lick!
However, she had her pride to maintain, and slowly released his member, smirking with stains accompanying her puckered lips. Instead, she stroked him firm and quick, taking pleasure in the way he hiccuped when she engulfed swollen chestnuts. One-by-one she toyed with them, sucking and slurping until they were ready to burst. Then she smacked the head of his member on her lips, glaring hotly with her mouth stained.
"Do you want more?"
"Yes. Yes!"
She slowly licked the base, torturing him. "Are you going to wear the suit?"
"Yes!"
She smiled, backed away to fetch an item from her drawer, and then clasped a collar around his neck. "Good boy."
Before Sun-Jaune could protest the collar, his banana vanished between her lips. Never let it be said that Weiss-Ruby never rewarded for good behavior.
Her milk-stained lips were proof of that.
Later, after she milked him nearly dry, devoured every morsel, cleaned every inch of heated skin, she pushed him to the floor with the heel of her boot, wearing nothing else. Excitement built a new royal chair for her pleasure. The filthy Heiress then sat on her new throne, smirking when she made his banana disappear between a pair of still famished lips. Reaping in the benefits was nice, but she had to punish him for his earlier debauchery. Now he was at her mercy, going at her pace with eye-contact a must between all the bouncing goodness. He lacked the energy to move, she raked her manicured nails across his torso and rode him like the many ponies she owned. Whenever he felt like talking, she shushed the troubled beast by capturing his lips, moaning when rough hands gripped her soft, supple marshmallows.
Oh? He quite preferred her bum. Humph! For an uneducated animal, he sure had an exquisite taste. Refined with a dutiful tongue. A winning combination. Maybe, after she wholly drained him of his seed, which rightfully belonged to this cream guzzler, she would sit on his face again and allow him to bask in their softness. Of course, depending on how well he, groan, did on his thrusting, she might venture for another helping of his milk. Too many choices, hard to concentrate as her hips bounced, best to save it for later, after she drained him of everything. Yes, bounce, bounce, bounce, not now, but soon, maybe on her bed with a leash to keep him in line and suggestive lingerie to keep him rock hard as her hips rocked him over-and-over again. Moan! Such primitive thoughts distracted her, giving him the chance to beat her tongue in wrestling.
Never break character!
A great stowaway took advantage when he saw one, and this Faunus-Human seized his opportunity to flip over a filthy Heiress. Now she was the one pinned down on the floor, getting penetrating by a hot piece of flesh. Her hips buckled, her back arched, and Sun-Jaune leaned down to nibble on her ear. Turnabout turned the dominatrix girl into a masochist between each hardened thrust. He seized the opportunity and trapped her hands above her head, hitting deeper into her womb.
"I'm going to breed you!"
Weiss-Ruby shivered, groaning into the ear biting with her folds desperate to suck whatever seed remained. Yes! Breed her! Fill her womb up with a sticky, vigorous seed. Spoil her reputation and stuff her full of cream! Her legs spread apart to grant him all the access he needed, squishing between each powerful thrust. Soon heated walls clenched around him, refusing to release him as he twitched inside. Sun-Jaune grunted. Weiss-Ruby moaned. A slender back arched into his torso, resting on her squishy butt, and she got stuffed to the brim like one of many of her gratifying creampies. Juicy thighs wrapped his waist, not allowing even a drop to spill for however long it was possible. Then, when his strength began to fail him, the risque Heiress smirked and flipped their positions. Now he laid down on the floor, again, with her sitting on her newest accessory.
Weiss-Ruby won.
She reveled in her victory for all about three seconds, before falling on his impressive chest, and fell asleep. Later in the day, neither one of the dorks could make eye-contact with the real Sun Wukong and Weiss Schnee.
He drew the line on the proverbial sand when she suggested a more daring couple. No. Not really. She memorized every one of his weak spots and exploited them to the fullest. Before long, their bedroom games continued, and Jaune embraced the role of his new persona.
"Where are you getting these outfits?"
"I'll do anything for pancakes."
"That's not how Nora—ugh!"
Nora-Ruby smirked as she worked to drain him of his stored sap. Mouth-on-wood suction should suffice. Someone, only her, had to suck out the sticky syrup trapped inside this hard wood. How else was she supposed to eat her pancakes? Silly, Ren-Jaune.
...
One day, out-of-the-blue, Ruby offered Jaune one of the greatest gifts he ever received. Call it an earlier birthday-anniversary gift.
"Jaune?"
The Arc in question turned around, finding Ruby and a strange, quirky girl waving at him. Her grin was like a million-watt smile, and she wore this cute dress and black thigh-hugging stockings. Her orange hair made her stand out, like Nora's, but he recognized her. Hard not to remember the girl that crushed Ruby in a death hug, but he never caught her name.
"Yeah?"
Ruby threw her hands out. "This is my friend, Penny."
"Salutations!"
Ruby awkwardly rubbed her neck. "You see... Penny's special. She wants to be a real girl, and I've promised to help her. And we got to talking, and one thing led to another, and you know me, always up for an adventure..."
Jaune waited for her to finish, but she ended it there. Penny had to fill in the blanks, grinning brighter than before. "Do not fret, New Friend Jaune! I shall try my hardest at this three-way."
"... What?"
Ruby suddenly latched onto his arm, seductively pressing her body close. Her fingers traveled up his hoodie, raking gently across hardened muscle. Penny mimicked her movements, grinning harmlessly as Jaune's heartbeat sped up. A stunned Arc allowed them to lead him toward their filthy bedroom, nerves shot and blood turning oh so very warm. Ruby opened the door while simultaneously reaching down his pants.
Her eyelids dipped with her tone taking on a whole new level of filth. "This could go two ways, Jaune. You either say no, and we forget this ever happened. Or you say yes and help me welcome Penny to the exciting life of a real girl."
"... What?!"
Penny followed Ruby's actions, reaching down his pants as well. "I have done the appropriate research, and I conclude the best course of action to start is a blowjob."
Ruby giggled. She liked the sound of that. "You or me first?"
"The correct grammatical phrase is you or I, Ruby, but why not both?"
Ruby innocently smiled when he hardened to that of steel. "That's a super idea, right Jaune?"
A currently fried Arc failed to make words, pushed against a wall by her future wife as her oddball friend shut the door. Ruby already knew his answer when she dropped to her knees, pulled down his pants, and licked her lips at the sight of his equipment.
Slam!
However, that was a different story for another time.
Author Notes: I lied again. This is the last chapter, you filthy scoundrels.
Laughs evilly in the background.
