Hey, it's been a while. I truly am sorry but if it means anything it's not been due to my laziness or me growing disinterested. There have been some things happening in my life recently which were out of my control but have had quite an effect on me. I know that isn't your problem but I hope you can see past the wait and enjoy this chapter!
The most popular girl this time around was a sexy older sister type, and quite a few wanted some more Blake so here you are!
P.S I'm guessing some were confused with the accidental new chapter update, the truth is I was so tired writing the latest Warmth of Winter chapter that I accidentally uploaded it to Rolls off The Tongue instead. To make up for it I finished this chapter today. Sorry for the confusion!
This... was an odd experience. He'd once dreamed of a day he'd be a big boss sitting in his large oak wood office, kicking back in a big, leather chair as he kicked his feet up on a desk whilst sipping overly expensive coffee and having a beautiful secretary who'd call him 'sir' and take care of all the actual work. Yes, that was one rather sexist dream he'd had... but this... this wasn't exactly that.
With the distinct lack of photos of herself or friends or even family upon her desk, it would be considerably difficult to deduce that this was the office of Glynda Goodwitch. Having been woken at the gracious calling of five AM that morning, Goodwitch had demanded he come to her office. Whilst, of course, he prepared himself for his first role as international superkissogram (title pending), he was rather surprised to have been taken in, told to sit down and take her duties for a few hours, then left completely alone.
Jaune half considered locking the doors, feeling that if there did happen to be official business for Glynda that had to be discussed, Jaune would be just about as useful as a health and safety clause on the Beacon enrollment contract. So, there sat, both unsure of why he had been put in this position, where in the world Glynda Goodwitch had gone and also what the hell he was supposed to be doing.
"You have no idea what you are doing, right?" Blake asked, Jaune didn't answer for a moment, then proceeded to let out a scream as he jumped back in his leather armchair, having not noticed even the door open as right now in front of him, the smirking figure of Blake Belladonna stood with a hand upon her waist. She approached closer, pulling out a notepad as she did so.
"W-Well I really have no idea. Goodwitch called me here and told me she had something to do and I had to fill in here. Why me is my question... any way, why are you here, trying to cause more trauma than Ruby's childhood? Oh, damn, that was kind of dark, anyway, what's up?" Jaune asked, Blake letting out her patented knowing smile that just unsettled him further.
"How did it affect Pyrrha? You two having sex, that is?" Blake asked nonchalantly, prompting a rather sizable pause from Jaune as he went cold, suddenly losing the ability to talk. Between now questioning the meaning of life as well as why Blake would ever say anything that would imply she was aware of his and Pyrrha's activities that night occupied his every function.
"Oh, really? I mean, you hold that meeting, make a cheeky hint that you and Pyrrha are going to do some extra research, then the next day I see you smelling of luscious, sexy spartan. It wasn't hard to connect the dots, you know?" Blake remarked, Jaune inwardly conceding that yes, Jaune's incessant need to be close to Pyrrha's naked body that night may have resulted in her scent rubbing off a bit.
"Okay, yeah, me and Pyrrha may have... enjoyed a little company. A-Anyway, the next day it was like my luck was supercharged, I didn't actually have to do anything for the luck to activate and it was more powerful than ever before... Although now that I think about it I never did ask Pyrrha what the effects were on her... kind of an oversight." Jaune admitted, having kind of forgotten the original objective with Pyrrha's swinging breasts right in front of him.
"I see, well someone will have to take the role of test subject with that later. First off, did you and Pyrrha do anything else besides kissing before you sealed the deal?" Blake asked, Jaune raising an eyebrow at the question. Thinking back... they mostly just enjoyed the taste of each other's lips before they went at it together.
"Well actually, no, we did- mrphmm!" Jaune was interrupted as Blake cut him off by placing her mouth against his, engaging him in a sudden, deep kiss that froze him with the intense feeling. He felt Blake's breath against his cheek as she leaned down to apply her lips to his. Jaune was taken off guard but just as before, the supple yet powerful feel of her lips was incredible entirely upon its own regard.
As they kissed, Blake placed her hands on Jaune's thighs, moving them up and down rhythmically. As Blake ran her tongue against his teeth, she moved her hands higher, moving dangerously near the crotch area as Jaune opened his eyes slightly, seeing Blake flutter open her eyelids seductively as her bright yellow orbs suggested something sinister.
As he was trapped by her tongue encircling around his, her hand moved over to the denim covered crotch and took hold. Jaune's surprised response was muffled within Blake's mouth as she began to rub her hand up and down; sending his senses into overdrive as the combined sensation of her mouth ravishing his, her body heat sending pulses throughout him from where she stood and the stimulation he received from her dainty yet skilled hand movement took him over entirely.
Finally separating her lips from his, Blake fixed him with her heart seizing smirk and spoke in a low, suggestive tone he would have never expected to hear.
"You may have tested the main thing, but you still don't know about the other things, do you? I want to find out the extent of your power, if you are to use it as a tool for Beacon, that is." Blake told him, however before he could respond she had already ducked down in front of the armchair, kneeling behind the desk.
"-Blake, what are-?!" Jaune exclaimed before she moved her hands to his zipper, pulling it down quickly and reaching her hand inside and taking hold of something hot. Jaune's breath hitched in his throat as Blake pulled down on the hem of his jeans, undoing the zipper all the way and reaching inside, moving her hand methodically up and down as she looked Jaune straight in the eyes.
The feel of her cold, soft hand over the fabric of his boxers, along with the unrelenting eye contact of hers was sending pleasure all throughout his body. Blood began rushing as she upped her speed, moving her dexterous hand along his member as she grew faster and more intricate. Jaune's breath began to grow heavy as he started to lose himself in the sensation.
Blake's breathing, too, suffered a change when she reached up to the hem of the boxers and pulled them down, revealing him in all his manhood. The feeling of cold air upon it was purely momentary for Jaune as it was soon superseded by the feeling of Blake's hand directly upon it. The smooth, cool touch of her hands directly upon him was mind blowing.
Then she began to work her hand up and down his member, initially just using one hand as she steadied herself between his legs, resting her other hand upon his thigh as her hot breath tickled his member. Euphoria alone was not a potent enough word to describe what he was feeling in that moment.
Keeping her oscillating motion steady and constant, Blake marveled at the member in her hand, growing harder and harder as she treated it with her soft, right hand. The length continued to surprise her as it grew within her grasp, not that she had experience as such with this kind of thing before but she was a teenager and had naturally a slight interest in these kinds of things.
After a full two minutes of Blake running her hand up and down his bare member, Blake took her other hand off of his thigh and moved it other to join her right hand in the effort. Placing both hands upon him now, Jaune's breathing increased as Blake now worked upon him with both of her hands.
Gripping with fingers entwining, Blake also used the momentum of moving her whole body forth in her hand movement, now balancing herself kneeling only holding onto Jaune's member, pleasuring him with all of her movement as her mouth grew closer and closer to it, her heavy breathing effectively licking the side of it.
Just as Jaune had begun to relax into the routine of 'let-Blake-do-the-sexual-thing-whilst-trying-to-remember-it's-for-some-sort-of-"research"' he was accustomed to. Some sadistic or very bored god threw a curveball. The sound of a clicking and the door beginning to creak sent alarm bells ringing throughout Jaune's and Blake's heads as the doors began to open.
Thrusting his chair forward out of instinct, he pressed his thighs to close around Blake who was now concealed beneath the desk, his member unconsciously having very nearly touched her lips now that the space was more confined. Blake stared at it with a small blush before she heard footsteps.
"Oh, Jaune? Why... are you sitting at Miss Goodwitch's desk?" came the reserved greeting of Velvet Scarlatina who had just entered the room, standing a few steps away from the main desk that a wide eyed and nearly sweating Jaune currently sat at, yelling inwardly at his brain to come up with any string of words to say to the innocent faunus opposite him.
"I, well, she asked me to... wait here for her, and this seat seemed most comfortable, haha! That's the plausible reason I'm giving you, yep." Jaune stuttered out half successfully as Velvet gave him a curious look, tilting her head adorably before she began taking a few steps closet to the desk. Jaune began to squirm in his seat as she drew closer.
"Well I was just handing in this assignment before I head off. I won't be in the lesson, urgent job, you know?" she spoke with a smile as she handed him the neatly handwritten document, Jaune shakily took it and placed it down on the desk, consciously leaning forward at all times to avoid any chance of Velvet scarring herself.
"I'll make sure she gets it. Now, what were you saying about a job? Is it going to be diffi-aghh!" Jaune stopped short, feeling something incredible happen beneath the desk. Feeling something wet and immensely warm touch the tip of his member as a brand new wave of pleasure, incomparable to that which he had felt before, came over him.
"Difficult? Well, I guess so. Still, I'll have the others to look out for me, though... I don't always want to be a liability for them." Velvet lamented, holding her right arm with her hand, bashful and cute as ever. Jaune had a tough time focusing, however, with the development that was currently occurring between his legs.
Blake had begun kissing and wrapping her lips around the head as she occasionally let her tongue touch it, sending visual shudders throughout Jaune as the feeling of Blake's wet cavern surrounding his tip and her silky tongue in the mix created an experience that, whilst different from kissing, sent pleasure coursing through him the whole time.
Moving her hands, she used them carefully to steadily stroke and massage the rest of his member, pulling her face in closer to pleasure the end with her oral cavity as that was the impulse that she had received from seeing it so close up to her and being drawn in by its warmth and the feeling she received when she worked her hands along it.
"Oh-oh, right, is that so? Well, I wouldn't be scared. You are really talented, Velvet, I've seen some of your sparring sessions and your agility and your attitude to teamwork, you'll win for su-AWhaah- Sure!" Jaune got out, Blake's tongue being responsible for his little slip of his own tongue then as Velvet was too distracted by his words to notice.
"Wow, that means a lot, Jaune! Thank you... you know, if you'd like... we can do that thing? I could use a little luck with this confidence and doesn't it also give you luck, l-like you said?" Velvet spoke softly, intentionally avoiding the precise word. The idea had just struck her so suddenly after he said such a thing but now that she thought about it, wasn't that too impulsive?!
"Agh! I-" Jaune came out with, one eye shut out of self restraining as he felt a cold hand begin to rub below his member, squeezing the both of them as she simultaneously ran her tongue along the full length, a glistening trail left behind as her soft, wet tongue made him feel a blend of heat and pleasure he felt like he could never tire of.
"I-If you don't want to, that's okay! I mean, you'd rather kiss Coco, right? She'd enjoy it too... I'm just, well, I was just- nevermind." Velvet looked down, her beautiful chocolate eyes now with a hint of sadness that momentarily distracted Jaune from the sensations he was feeling beneath the desk.
He wanted to comfort her, hold her and make her know exactly what she was worth. Her soft, supple lips that had begun to quiver slightly instilled a sense of urgency within him. Still needing a trigger, however, one final burst of energy. He placed a hand above the desk, taking hold of Velvet's hand firmly and meeting his eyes with hers.
"Jaune?" Velvet spoke quietly as Jaune began to mentally prepare himself. Though he was given a push as a certain other faunus had grown agitated at being ignored underneath the desk and leapt forward, taking Jaune's member in her mouth and sucked down hard. Jaune jumped forward on reflex and had immediately met his lips with Velvet.
Velvet's breath halted as she stood wide eyed, feeling the rush of Jaune's lips against hers as Jaune was similarly shocked. Blake didn't relent, however as she took in half of his member, sucking hard up and down beneath the desk as Jaune and Velvet shared an innocent kiss above the desk, Jaune receiving stimulation one both ends from both of the beautiful faunus girls.
Cupping his testicles and engulfing his member within her hot cavern, working around it expertly with her tongue and wetting it with her hot saliva as Jaune reveled in the sensation of his member breaking through Blake's soft lips and being caressed on the inside between her wet cheeks.
On the topside, Jaune had been affected by the stimulation down below and intensified the kiss, running his tongue along Velvet's soft, shining lips to ask permission to enter her mouth. With a muffled murmur, Velvet opened her lips, allowing Jaune to close his lips fully over her lips before thrusting his tongue into her mouth.
As Blake sucked, licked and worked her mouth up and down upon Jaune, Jaune himself explored Velvet's mouth with his tongue, running it along her teeth and licking playing the dominant with her tongue. Coiling around it her tongue and initiating all of the liplocks, rather a contrast from Blake who usually dominated him in this kind of situation... which technically she kind of was at the moment.
Velvet rose her hands to Jaune's cheeks when she decided to engage herself in the kiss, locking his lips with hers by herself and thrusting her tongue into Jaune's mouth, now playing her part of playing with his tongue and allowing the exchange of saliva to grow in both heat and passion as the two melted into the kiss.
On the other end of things, Blake had upped her intensity also. Moving her head back and forth as her sultry tongue worked its way around Jaune's member tirelessly. Her hands worked on what she couldn't fit in her mouth and when she would remove it entirely from her mouth she would follow it up by taking a long lick down the shaft.
As the passion of the kiss above grew to a fire, Jaune rose his hands to Velvet's cheeks as she did his, Jaune reaching forward and taking Velvet's tongue in his mouth and sucked down on it, Velvet letting out a whimper as he ran his hands through her luscious hair and brushed past her sensitive ears, causing a small moan to emerge from her mouth.
Jaune lurching forward had an effect downstairs as well, Blake couldn't back up and Jaune was shoved deep down into her throat, Blake shutting an eye as she struggle to take all of him in. Reaching down, she took hold of his delectables and massaged them thoroughly as she pushed her head that last inch further deep again and again as Jaune felt something raging throughout him.
Releasing an almighty moan, Jaune offered one last peck to Velvet's tender lips before moving his face away. Simultaneously, Blake pulled her head back and an audible pop was heard as it exited her mouth, a string of saliva between her lips and the head as she breathed out heavily. She placed her hands upon it and vigorously worked on the final stretch.
With a few final tugs, Jaune let out a groan and unleashed what had been building up inside of him as Velvet eyed him oddly. Placing a finger to her lips, Velvet felt the sensations still resonating upon her mouth before she took in the sight of Jaune looking exhausted, keeling over the desk and breathing rather heavily.
'Is it... was it that good of a kiss for him too?' Velvet mused inwardly, secretly proud of herself as she let out a smile, finding Jaune rather cute when he was exhausted. "Thank you, I'll see you later?" Velvet asked, receiving a tired thumbs up from Jaune in the response, with a chuckle, Velvet hopped off out the doors on the way to meet her team, offering a friendly wave before she left the room.
"Can you... pass me a tissue?" Blake said quietly from under the desk, her reserved, no nonsense self suddenly making an appearance as Jaune chuckled before handing down a box Glynda kept on the desk. With a scribble on her notepad, Blake stood herself up from where she'd been kneeling and began to walk away.
"So, uh... do you think that will have any kind of effect?" Jaune asked her, Blake turned round, placing a finger to her lips as she began to think things over.
"I'm not sure, but I'll say this. There was a time in my life I was part of a bad group of people, some of them... threatened to do things to me. I always hated the idea of being tricked into that kind of thing... so maybe I was eager to find someone I trust to do these kinds of things with. That might be a little selfish, but it's how it is.
I'm not asking you to fall in love with me or anything ludicrous of the sort, but if you would please... be someone I can be comfortable with and trust in, okay? Don't lose your heart." she spoke sincerely, Jaune being able to tell that every word she said was coming directly from her heart. Honestly, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't touched at that moment.
"Got it." was all he could say before she left wordlessly, Jaune sitting back in his chair and wondering all sorts of things about the girl he knew as Blake Belladonna.
Today... yeah, he wasn't ready for today. This realization came around at about the same time a squad of Atlas private soldiers arrived at Glynda's office telling Jaune to come with them immediately before he was shoved into an airship and theeeree he was. Strapped to a seat between faceless soldiers and trying to remember the good times when he was a side character with the occasional emotional arc and a few slapstick comedy pieces.
"Coming up to the zone, open the hatch!" came a voice from one of the men in armour as he signaled for the pilot to flip the switch. As soon as he did a cold air filled the canopy, Jaune looking out to see a rather dismal landscape, the city upon Mountain Glenn. Abandoned after Grimm attacks and marked a dangerous area for civilians and huntsmen alike.
If so... why in the hell was he being brought here without a quirky redhead or hammer crazy psychopath to kill all the evil monsters in surprisingly cute outfits whilst he laid back swinging a sword around, like always? Well at least he had the soldiers there with him...
"Okay, Jaune Arc! You'll be landing here, a parachute would slow your descent too much and you'd be an open duck for the nevermores in the area, not to mention how easily you'd be seen. So you'll be dropping without one!" the soldier beside him said as he got up, unclipping Jaune's seatbelt for him and bringing him to the open hatch.
"Wha?! Then... I AM GOING TO DIE! That is how gravity works? Scrawny teen falls seventy feet, scrawny teen dies! It's a scientifically base concept!" Jaune yelled, only having survived the fall in the Beacon initiation thanks to the aforementioned "quirky redhead" that saved him back then. Unless one of the soldiers took off a helmet and said an adorable "I'm sorrry!" then he could be sure she wasn't here!
"According to Ironwood, you have some sort of 'luck' that we're told to rely on. We're inclined to believe that." the soldier returned.
Jaune blinked.
"DO I LOOK LIKE NAGITO MOTHERFUCKING KOMAEDA TO YOU!?" he yelled.
Then he was pushed. He made a mental note that when dealing with soldiers, it was probably best not to verbally assault one of them with a poorly timed reference and after a few seconds he also learned enough to also come to the conclusion that falling to one's death is not the time to make mental notes.
The wind whistling past his ears awoke him to the reality of the sight of a mile of thick concrete streets about ready to crack his skull open as he flew downwards at speeds he'd never reached before, nor wanted to, in his apparently short lifetime. After a few seconds of freefall, however, he saw something strange happening below.
Down on the streets, it appeared that scuffle was occurring. On one side of open road, a collection of various Grimm was gathered. Snarling and sizing up to a single individual who stood alone on the other side of the street. Light blue projectiles that appeared to be birds were flying towards the Grimm and keeping them at bay whilst she stood her ground.
Suddenly, however, the street shook and appearing round a street corner, previously obscured by a ruined skyscraper, was a big fucking elephant. A goliath! Apparently this one was still grudging against humans, evidenced by the fact it had already begun to charge towards the figure on the other side. The individual didn't move, however.
Instead the person, now visibly dressed in white as Jaune could tell on his steady descent down to death, launched themself forward. Splitting the rapier she'd been using into two, she performed an impressive double strike on the monster's legs, causing it to growl in pain as it swung its enormous trunk around. Knowing she couldn't kill it conventionally, the individual relied on what would happen next.
Stumbling from the wounds to its legs, the goliath careened to the side, driving itself into the side of a large factory that had a sign that could now only be read as 'PILL- FAC-' as the beast suffered a concussive blow from breaking through the hard bricks. With a thud, the goliath went silent, re assuring the huntress that she was safe from it.
The second floor of the factory was not so well off, judging by the crates that had been held there toppling over the broken edge, dozens of them spilling their products onto the streets the huntress stood on. The products piled up in a neat, hefty stack, almost as if they were falling in place intentionally though that was ridiculous, of course.
However, mere seconds after the dozens of pillows had formed the pile on the streets, screaming could be heard. Looking up, the huntress could just about make out a teen boy falling with his arms flailing momentarily before he crashed down... disappearing right into the pile of white, fluffy pillows that had just fallen out onto the hard concrete.
Jaune blinked his eyes open. Conscious that he was somewhere entirely different, though even more so that what he had just experienced wasn't some weird dream. He had fallen... a seventy feet fall... only to fall safely in a pile of pillows that had been placed there only seconds before.
"Am I... no, I'm pretty sure of it. I'm pretty damn overpowered, no?" Jaune lamented to himself as he registered the fact that he was currently resting upon a dusty, red sofa in a dark, grey room with a wall missing and cracks all up and down those that remained. Was this a house on Mountain Glenn? He observed his surroundings for a few seconds more before a voice spoke up.
"A clever ruse, I imagine you must have had a back up parachute somewhere, correct?" came a cool, composed voice with a tinge of bitch like authority that was only comparable to the imaginary lovechild of Glynda and Weiss that he was totally okay with seeing happen. Lifting his head up from where it lay, he saw her for the first time.
"You've woken up then, criminal?" spoke the stunning beauty dressed in all white Atlas military gear with pale, pristine skin, snow white hair tied up upon a head sporting equally beautiful blue eyes that were currently glaring straight into the soul of the mentally unprepared teenager who now sat leering at her from the sofa.
"U-Uh, yeah. I think, though, if it's not too rude to ask, do you know why in the world I'm here? And... did you call me a criminal?" Jaune asked, his mind still fuzzy as the gorgeous lady in front of him simply got up from where she sat and pulled out the rapier he'd seen her use earlier, pointing it straight into Jaune's face as an audible gulp was heard.
"You're here because Ironwood believes I need aid to escape this city, which is of course confusing but nonetheless an order. What I cannot accept is that he would send me the likes of you. A foolish student who has somehow tricked some very important individuals into believing he has some godlike power that means he can kiss all the impressionable young women he desires, which is also why the title of criminal is reasonable, I'd say." the huntress explained to him, Jaune only now realizing why he'd been sent into a death zone.
"So... you think you can escape on your own without me having to ask you to make out with a guy you've just met whose considerab- *ahem*, a little bit younger than you because you were ordered to? That doesn't sound too bad. We can give it a shot. Plus, if you don't believe I can give you luck, then just use me as a meat shield so I can prove my own luck! You get to pretend you used my services as ordered, we escape, you don't kill me. Does that sound okay?" Jaune asked, more than a little terrified of the woman right before him.
"Hmph, that is a much better solution. Very well, we shall head out immediately. Get yourself ready, I don't know if you believe in this ludicrous luck power yourself but I personally don't feel like risking a fatality on a simple scouting mission. You are to remain quiet and follow what I say, understood?" the huntress in white instructed as he nodded a little nervously.
"Understood entirely, Mrs... erm, can I ask your name? I'm Jaune, Jaune Arc. Short, sweet... something else." Jaune asked tentatively, the elder woman eyeing him up without any intention of hiding her scrutiny, apparently coming to the conclusion that even if he was a lying, little bastard, he certainly wasn't one that could do anything against her.
"I know who you are. My name is Winter Schnee. Atlas Specialist. Now, let's go." she informed him before turning to leave as Jaune blinked twice, Schnee? The white hair, the formal dialect, the bitchiness... the whole trifecta! There was no doubt about it!
"Beautiful older sister type, cool. H-Hey wait up!" Jaune yelled as he realized he'd been left behind by Weiss's newfound relative, chasing her down a ruined pathway that would mark the beginning of a long, stock full of awkward silences, Saturday afternoon.
"So Weiss is your sister, then? You know, that's pretty neat, you two have a lot in common haha!~" Jaune remarked following a long half hour of circling round a city block to avoid Grimm activity, Winter believing the boy she was accompanying with would be eaten up as soon as a mere beowolf looked their way for more than a second.
"Yes, and what we also have in common is that you will not lay a hand upon either of us, ever. Is that understood?" Winter shot back harshly, the fierce protectiveness of her sister shining through to inform him he was exactly right in his suspicions that the bold, older sister was in fact the true relative of Weiss Schnee.
What Jaune failed to follow up on was the fact that Jaune had already had a few choice encounters with the young Schnee heiress back at Beacon, but for the sake of respecting Weiss's privacy, as well as keeping his bowels exactly where he was comfortable with them being, Jaune decided remaining silent on the matter was the best course of action.
Interrupting their admittedly terrible bout of awkward conversations, a sudden, extremely loud collection of snarls alerted both Jaune and Winter as from around the corner it sounded like a pack of beowolves were grouping up in order to conduct a large scale area hunt. Even with the skills Winter possessed, she knew she was tired and having Jaune as dead weight wouldn't exactly help her situation.
"Hide, now." she commanded simply, half dragging Jaune by the his black hood as she looked around the area for an escape off of the exposed main streets. The only option that her scan managed to locate was a dark alleyway heading off into the side streets away from the central part of the city. Honestly, it looked a little bit cramped but for the moment, it would have to do.
Pulling the teen with her, Winter sped into the dark alleyway as a terrifying orchestra of demonic howls could be heard coming from around the corner. Winter took a look to the side once she was confident the two of them had gotten far enough in the cramped alley to be blocked from the lines of sight of the hundred or so beowolves that were now speeding past where they had just been standing.
Releasing a sigh of relief that she hadn't decided to face them all, Winter only then relaxed and felt the sensation she'd been ignoring due to the adrenaline until that point. Returning eyes front, she realized that she was pressed up entirely against the bashful looking Jaune Arc whose chest was currently being smothered by her own as they stood in the cramped alleyway.
Not realizing just how cramped it would be, Winter now found herself pressed entirely up against the boy she had branded a criminal and promised would never lay a hand upon her. She could only imagine the lewd things circling round the lecherous teenager's head as her heaving chest moved up and down on his as she breathed.
Wondering if it be best to risk stopping breathing altogether, Winter was shocked to feel the boy's warm breath upon her face as he exhaled, then considering if it be best to make him stop breathing altogether instead. Jaune on the other hand was simply panicking, he couldn't deny he was enjoying the sudden closeness with Winter, though if he let that be known he was a dead man.
Not knowing what to do with his hands at all, Jaune kept them at his sides, just back out of rapier cutting range as Jaune didn't dare to look the elder sister in the eye. They remained like this for a good while as the beowolf pack conglomerated on the main street just beside them both. Neither said a word as the warmth of Winter's body spread to his, an experience that he found incredibly more enjoyable than he would ever let Winter know of in this situation.
They remained still for a good while, chests pressed up against one another yet neither saying a word. A development only occurred when a sudden beowolf howl from near the entrance to the alleyway spooked Jaune and he instinctive rose his hands to grasp onto something. It was only a few seconds later that he realized he had just grabbed on to Winter's waist.
Jaune froze, which had two implications. The positive being he couldn't remove his hands, allowing him to simultaneously feel the older sister's luxurious chest against his as well as keep two hands firmly upon her perfectly shapely thighs. at the same time. The negative being the dark, all hating expression he was currently receiving from Winter.
"I-uh, well, you see, this is..." Jaune spluttered out quietly but his brain wasn't quite fast enough to muster a reasonable response before Winter averted her eyes from his own with a frown. Taking a brief look onto the main street, Winter saw no sign of the beowolf pack and assumed they were all gone by now. Any reason to leave this current predicament was gladly accepted.
"W-wait, Winter! There could still be some out there!" Jaune called out quietly, Winter ignoring his warning. After all, even if there were a few stragglers behind the main force, they were nothing but paper in front of a trained huntress like her. She felt confident striding out onto the street that she would be absolutely fine.
What she didn't account for was the sudden change in brightness in stepping out onto the main street from the dark alleyway and her reflex to cover her eyes with her arm, partially blocking her view. It was for this reason that she was unable to see the massive, looming beowolf that had separated from the pack to hunt for itself, standing directly behind her.
"Winter!" she heard from behind her as she turned immediately, her eyes adjusting to the light just in time to see a massive, black wolf launch itself in her direction. A second later, a black hooded form emerging from the alleyway she had just exited from, taking a defensive stance in front of her before the monster's claws swiped down at him.
The boy was sent hurdling for less than a second before Winter had drawn her rapier and split it in two. She plunged it into the chest of the beowolf, silencing it with one final whimper before it fell to the ground, its thud as it hit the ground accompanied by the scraping sound of Jaune scraping to a halt a few steps away.
"Jaune! Jaune Arc, can you hear me!?" Winter yelled as she regained her regular senses, rushing over to check on the teen. His aura wasn't broken through but the blunt force trauma had done a number on his rib-cage and he was having trouble breathing. Feeling something take hold of her heart and squeeze tight, Winter laid her hands down onto Jaune.
With expert care, Winter lifted him up off of the ground, allowing him to place on arm around her shoulder as she held him up securely. They began to walk slowly together, Jaune supported by Winter by his side as he let out raspy breaths. Winter kept an eye on him constantly, eventually letting out a long sigh.
"Super luck, we can now confirm that's a lie, correct?" she remarked, seeing the sorry state he was in currently. He let out a small laugh.
"I don't know, maybe it's one of those reach around kind of lucks, I managed to protect you, after all." he said with a cheesy grin between hard breaths that made Winter feel a small pang in her heart. So, there was this kind of guy out there, as well? The type so clearly pathetic and shameless, but full of enough airs and infectious positivity that they come off charming. Interesting.
An hour had passed, an evening glow settling down upon the city but not being much of a comfort for the two walking the deserted streets alone. Jaune had recovered enough to walk on his own, thankfully speeding up their pace a little. Eventually Winter had navigated them to an exit point where an air support team could effectively set down without fear of nevermores and pick her up.
There was only a small issue, across the stretch of road that led to the open area. A collection of goliaths, bigger and older than the baby she had sent into a pillow factory earlier, stood between the two of them and their final goal. The two were in no state to fight the beasts fairly and win, meaning there was only one acceptable way and Winter knew it.
"Here's the final objective, Arc, I am going to draw those monsters away and you are going to head to the exit point and call in for a pick up. I'll return as soon as I've lost them, is that understood?" Winter ordered, expecting the teen to breathe a sigh of relief at the thought out method but instead intense concern came over his expression as he protested.
"That's insane! I know you have the whole no nonsense badass thing going on but that's too much. There's gotta be another way!" Jaune told her, Winter was momentarily taken aback by the notion that Jaune would not accept her endangering herself to save him first, though she ignored his plea and approached a wall facing away from the goliaths, counting them up again.
"Winter!" Jaune called out, not intending to let her go through with this. Winter was shocked when he placed his hand on the wall beside her head and stood himself in front of her. "You could get seriously hurt doing this, I'm not gonna just lay back and be fine with it. And neither would Weiss! If... if you're up for something risky then..." Jaune trailed off, contemplating whether or not to risk it.
"Focus on yourself, Jaune Arc. Don't let your kindness make you a fool. I will be fine, just... keep yourself safe." she told him, averting her eyes at the final notion. Jaune looked up with renowned determination, now fully confident that he would get her out of here himself, the only problem was to avoid her killing him afterwards for what he was about to do.
"Jaune, I'm serious, leave me and-" she was cut off, her words lost eternally as a warm sensation overcome her. She struggled to understand what exactly was happening at the current moment. Taking it step by step, she saw Jaune's eyes close as his face was suddenly a lot closer, her heart had begun to beat rapidly and... she felt something soft touching her lips.
Jaune had engaged her in a chaste kiss, capturing her pale yet warm and supple lips that resembled Weiss's but carried more experience and form to them, gracing them with his own in a simple but passion filled liplock that Jaune put all his effort into to make sure she knew what his intentions truly were.
Jaune re applied his lips, a high pitched murmur sounding from Winter's mouth as her lips were currently being captured by Jaune. He marveled at the electrifying sensation he was feeling whilst tasting her luscious lips and Winter too, despite internally being completely taken off guard by this development had begun to enjoy the feeling of his lips capturing hers.
Taking advantage of the wall behind her, Jaune slowly moved his body into Winter's in that moment. Re connecting the kiss with Winter once more as she let out another murmur, Jaune reaching his hands forward and with his left placing it down on the waist he had felt earlier and the right up upon the soft, cool skin on her right cheek, allowing him to also deepen the kiss slightly.
Daring to do whatever he could to give her luck. Jaune prodded her lips with his tongue, Winter herself was entirely unsure how to respond, torn between kissing him back and killing him right then and there. As such Jaune was left to lick up and down her lips, moving on to her cheeks, planting kisses upon either cheek with equal love before moving down.
Running his tongue along her neck, she let out a quiet moan, moving her head up slightly and allowing him access to bury his lips in her beautiful neck, him being unable to resist biting down a little bit upon her skin. This caused a minor gasp from Winter at this point which Jaune took full advantage of as he rose his head back up.
Jaune entered her mouth with his tongue, he met her hesitant tongue gently. Less motivated hormonally like he was earlier, he was doing this for her and wanted to convey that. He prodded her tongue with his own, allowing the two of them to slide past and over each other without being too invasive, allowing Winter to get used to his tongue circling within her mouth.
Eventually, after courting with his tongue for a considerable amount of time, Winter began to retaliate, sliding past his tongue with her own and initiating many of the numerous liplocks that followed that moment. Their tongues finally entwining together in a saliva filled and pleasurable dance of sorts, Jaune and Winter began to kiss each other passionately.
Following one kiss involving Winter noisily sucking on Jaune's tongue, the two separated, both breathing intensely as they maintained eye contact.
"Please... let me give you as much luck as possible." Jaune asked her, his warm eyes melting the ice in hers as she replied with the first smile he'd seen.
"A little late for asking permission... but you are doing this for my sake... I'll allow you a little more." she promised, reaching down.
Jaune's jaw very nearly dropped as Winter began to unbutton the blue shirt beneath her pure white waistcoat, revealing slowly a deep navy bra accentuated by laces and a mesh material, holding behind them a pair of breasts that's form and size were that of a true adult, mouth watering to witness and perfectly alluring for the teen boy.
Reaching his hands forward, Jaune took hold of the breasts covered by the navy lace and began to knead them sensually, Jaune almost losing himself in the firmness of them contrasting with the soft suppleness that allowed his fingers to sink in with every touch that similarly sent waves of pleasure throughout Jaune as he felt up the breasts.
Her mouth feeling a little dry, Winter threw her arms around Jaune's neck drawing him in for another deep, wet kiss that she began with by thrusting her tongue into Jaune's mouth and entangling his with her own, exchanging hot saliva with him as his hands begun to reach below the navy lace, laying themselves directly onto Winter's bare breasts.
Feeling the sizable breasts between his fingers, the nipples flicking his palm as he methodically massaged the both of them prompted deep moans from Winter that were only possibly silenced by Jaune who captured her mouth with his own and kissed her with all he could, the texture of her lips simply drawing him in more and more every time their lips met.
Drawing back for a second, a string of saliva persisting between both pairs of lips. Jaune took in the sight before him. The panting figure of refined and gorgeous beauty that was Winter standing before him in all her glory, her two large and succulent breasts fully on show away from the navy lace, her wet lips glistening in the summer sunset glow. Jaune would remember this sight as long as he lived.
Unable to restrain his passion, Jaune threw his head forward, treating himself to Winter's lips with a series of quick kisses to the lips in fast succession, separating and connecting with wet pops as he fell head over heels for the sensation of connecting his lips with hers.
Smothering her breasts between their chests and feeling her nipples harden against his chest, Jaune went all in, latching his mouth onto Winter's and engaging in perhaps the most passionate and heated tongue wrestle he'd ever had the pleasure of taking part in. Lapping up her sweet saliva for all it was worth, engorging himself on the silky, wet texture of her tongue. These were unimaginable pleasures.
Raising one hand to her neck and one to the back of her hair, brushing past her beautiful white hair, Jaune poured every ounce of effort into continuing this pleasurable liplock. Taking a break momentarily to take a suck of each of Winter's breasts, taking them in his mouth individually then separating off with a loud pop before zoning in and licking around her areola.
It was when he bit down softly on her left nipple that she let out a moan that he felt the need to silence by lifting up and taking her tongue into his mouth once more. This routine of adoring and ravishing Winter's body lasted a full ten or more minutes before they both had run out of energy and breath, holding each other close, they tickled one another with their breaths, Winter's bare breasts heaving up and down hypnotically as she fixed him with a passionate gaze so different from the glare of hatred he'd received when they first met.
"You-you, don't think we alerted them right?" Jaune asked Winter, who suddenly became aware of the numerous moans she may have let out during that experience. Winter took a moment to briefly re do the buttons to her shirt before peering around the corner. She almost couldn't believe her eyes, this god damn kid had done it again.
Wondering why she had frozen with a hard to read expression, Jaune took the liberty of taking a look for himself, eyes widening when he looked out onto the route... and saw nothing. Without either of them noticing a single thing, the goliaths had moved on all by themselves. They... may have been kissing for longer than he assumed.
"Well, I mean, that's pretty lucky, am I right?" Jaune asked with a nervous smile as Winter shook her head with a sigh, forced to consider the possibility there might be something behind this 'luck power', after all.
"Ironwood, I do not recall giving you the go ahead on using Jaune for the Winter request you sent me. Kidnapping a student while I was occupied is also not something I take lightly." Glynda spoke, careful not to express her aggression but to let some of it leak into the implications of what she was saying to the man who'd dropped Jaune into a warzone.
"He was a questionable asset at best, through this he has proved his worth to us, and now we can think about how best to use him. He can accomplish an uncountable number of great things if we give him the proper support!" Ironwood urged, earning little more than a dangerous look from Glynda as she sympathized with nothing he was saying.
"You mean give him a proper ball and chain. Let me warn you once, take him again and I swear Ozpin will put down his coffee mug for once and come smack you upside the head like he would have done today. You don't want to lose his trust, James." Glynda warned before turning around and beginning to head out of the office.
On her way out, she remarked that the ever present second hand to Ironwood had not been present during that talk. Odd, she was often never seen far from his side when off duty. However she had enough to worry about with Jaune and placed in the back of her mind as she awaited an airship back to Beacon.
"He won't become a tool." She promised him, and herself.
"Jaune Arc." she had called suddenly, Jaune had almost thought his ears were playing a trick on him before he turned around and confirmed that it was Winter Schnee. Having escaped the city with understandable ease after that and Winter had only joined him for a short airship trip before she was dropped off to report in to Ironwood.
"I decided to stop by the Beacon airship dock... because I had something to ask of you." she stated, looking him straight in the eye as he was almost once again intimidated by the elder sister. He didn't say anything in response but allowed her to continue on her own as he nodded affirmatively at her.
"I don't exactly trust this 'luck' ability of yours, even the notion of luck existing is a bit unrealistic for someone like me, let along the manipulation of such a concept. This is why I'm remaining skeptical of you and your use of the power..." she told him, taking a pause as she mulled over her next words, looking over at the rest of Beacon before she carried on.
"However, what I think I can trust in, is that you're a kind person. And as such, I'd like to selfishly request of you, that you look after my younger sister, Weiss, whilst you attend Beacon Academy alongside her." Winter asked, remaining formal but Jaune could detect the heart behind this request, he knew she trusted him if she was asking something such as this.
"Thanks Winter... for trusting me." he stated with a smile, surprising Winter with his gratitude for a simple thing such as that, then she smiled. "I will gladly accept the responsibility of keeping Weiss safe!" he finished with a grin that stretched ear to ear, his eyes shut temporarily.
It was then he heard the flutter of movement and the warm sensation on his cheek and opened his eyes to see Winter plant a kiss upon his left cheek before pulling her lips away and standing formally once again, but with a smile this time.
"You had better. That was a seal to the promise. Break it and I'm afraid I'd have to tell the nearest authority all about how you forced a kiss on me and we'll see what happens then." Winter joked before fixing him with a warm look that he felt privileged even to be in the presence of, he couldn't help but give in to the urge to smile back.
"I really am a bit overpowered."
Hey, a tid bit more plot this time around. Hope you enjoyed it following the wait! I'd also be glad to remind you that the choices for the girls who appear in each chapter are up to you guys! REVIEW or PM me with your ideas if you want to see them written here. As always, thanks for reading!