Hey, guys. Big Diesel is here. The story is straight from the vaults. I wrote this story in 2016. My girlfriend happened to find it when she was cleaning some files from my old computer. I looked at it and decided, "why not release this?" Side note: my girlfriend has been pestering me about making Astolfo fanfiction. I am not sure. I like the man as he is the king (or queen) of this anime game right now. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story. If the story is favorable, I might continue it. Happy Reading! God bless!

It was in the basement of the library where Jaune Arc could be found. His expression doesn't convey any excitement or sadness, but it was riveting in fear. He was running, the sound of his breath hastening for time to breathe. However, whatever he was running from wasn't giving him the chance. His fearful eyes give away as if he saw something horrifying.

"No, no. Dear Oum, stay away from me." He picked up the pace. He passed through a corridor where old potion notebooks, used flasks and beakers, and an array of cobwebs took residence. He backed away in an attempt to run. However, something obstructed his path. It was cold. His nimble fingers touched it. Panicked struck his mind when he realizes that it was a brick wall in his path. With the narrow hallway ahead of him and the brick wall behind him, there was no escape.

The sound of a crackling laughter filled the hallway. "Jauney! Where are you! I only want to play with you!" Her voice was like a faulty siren. He felt the chill in his bones. He has crossed paths with this woman in the paths. The woman who declared to make him hers the moments their eyes crossed paths with each other. Each time, she laughed, he heard the sounds of thunder making a tremendous noise from the heavens. His dampened clothes gave proof that he was running from his captor in the rain. Even Oum was crying for Jaune as even his angels couldn't save him from this demon.

He pushed his hands against the wall, hoping that Ozpin or anybody had a special compartment like a false brick. He grabbed relentlessly in the search. Suddenly, a dim light appeared. He saw his hand dancing along with the shadows of the wavering light. He cautiously turned around. He knew his fate was sealed. His captor was here.

"Jauney, why are you running away from me? Mommy Raven only wants to make Jauney mine. Nothing more and definitely nothing less." Wearing a shallow cut black and red dress, five necklaces with an assortment of beads, a red girdle-belt, and a pair of matching gauntlets, the captor of the evening revealed her presence. What was damning was that she was carrying her blade. Allowing it to dangle and clink the floor, filling the passageway with her noise.

She was a beautiful creature, admittedly in spite of his fear. This woman was the mother of his friend, Yang. She was a force to be reckoned. A woman that is to be feared. And a woman who knows what she wants. At that very moment, she wanted Jaune.

And only Jaune.

"You run away from me, my darling." She edged closer. "In the pouring rain nonetheless. Leaving your mother worried. As if I have forsaken you, my little one."

"Please, Raven. Stand back, please." He extended his hands in defense. His weapon, dropped in the pursuit, rendering himself useless.

"What Mother desires, little one, Mommy gets." Raven suddenly stepped forward, her left hand grasped the Jaune's neck, the knife in her right hand softly slides down his smooth stomach. "Jaune's body smells so good, Mommy Raven cannot help but want to taste it a little." She placed her nose on his neck, inhaling his scent. She uttered a moan in the midst of it all before licking his neck. "I see a boy, smell a boy, but Mommy Raven tastes a man. Yummy!"

With Raven's strength, she grabbed Jaune and threw him to the floor. He felt the pain as his head made contact with the granite floor. He staggered giving Raven time to get on top of him.

"Raven," he pleaded to his captor. "Please, listen to me."

"Quiet!" She gripped his neck, striking a particular vein that jolted him. His watered eyes stared at the captor. "Watch how you make a tone, boy. You are a good boy. Good boys aren't noisy. So, don't be so noisy, little one." She giggled, running her hand through his hair. "It seems that I have calmed you down a touch."

"Raven. What is it do you want from me?"

She put her finger to her lip. "As if you already didn't have to ask. My goal is to make you mine. I have always wanted a son to call my own. Girls are fussy, mean, and overall naughty. Boys know their place." She flicked his nose. "Like you."

She withdrew her sword from her sheath. "So, in order to show proof of ownership, let's engrave a mark of our love upon each other!"

"No, Raven, no, no, no," begged Jaune.

She put her finger to his lips. "Shh! Shh! Relax. I am not going to kill you. This is just ownership, sweetheart. Like a covenant who marks a brand to mark their pride. I am only going to let others know who you belong to."

He struggled feverishly as he tried to relinquish himself from Raven. He wanted to shout but realized that no sound escaped his lips as it was sealed by her lips. Jaune felt the Raven's tongue charging into his mouth, their tongues intertwining, tasting and touching. Suddenly, he felt something entering his mouth.

The feeling in his body was becoming paralyzed. As his hands were grabbing Raven's hands, they were slowly giving itself away.

"Jauney's mouth is so delicious. So gooey and delectable. I wouldn't expect anything less."

Feeling the numbness, he panickedly asked. "What did you do?"

"Just a little insurance, my love. Just a little insurance. I have to do this." She raised the knife. "Be strong for me." Despite the paralysis, it still didn't do much as he shouted, feeling a sharp pain in the abdomen. The sword within Raven's hand was already covered with blood. One slice after another, she remained calm, expressionless as she was creating art upon his body.

"Finally finished, this mark of the crest isn't bad!" She looked at his stomach as it was covered in blood. Happy and satisfied that she marked him with her crest, she leaked out a smile, as if she had completed a masterpiece.

He couldn't see it but his seeing the blood riveted him in fear. "What did you do?"

"Like I said, sweetheart. Mommy Raven made her claim on you." She looked proud, accomplished by doing such a deed. She raised her shirt, exposing her tender, creamy stomach. "Now, it's my turn to show my love to you." She lifted up the sword that was covered with his blood, forcefully drew on her own body. Blood flowed down her skin. She, however, revealed no sign of pain as if she wasn't fazed by her self-mutilation.

"There," she said in between pants. On her stomach, it was a symbol of his family crest. "Jauney has mine and Mommy Raven has yours. The proof of our love for each other, little one."

The mixed blood from the two formed a large pool of blood. Satisfied, Raven touched his blood and placed it in her mouth as if she was tasting the finest meal in the world.

"Jauney's blood also tastes very good. And now our proof of authenticity is completed. From now on, Jauney is Raven's."

Feeling weak from the blood loss and his numbness, Jaune went into silence.

"Raven finds it funny, but my little boy needs his rest," she said as she gently patted him on the forehead. "Mommy Raven wants to have more fun with my son. Especially if we are planning for him to be a Papa and for me, a mommy."

She kissed him on his lips, taking a gentle bite of it. "Sleep well, Jauney! You will need your strength for later, Papa!"

To be continued?