There was a lot Jaune was thankful for since his time coming to Beacon. He was thankful for his friends, for the opportunity to prove his parents wrong and become a huntsman, and, most importantly, he was thankful to his partner. Pyrrha was, without a doubt, the best stroke of luck he'd ever had. She'd taken to training him in the evening, even though she already had so much to focus on. So when she called him up while Ren and Nora were away on a date (but not a "date-date" of course) he didn't think twice.

"Hey Pyrrha!" he waved as he entered back into their dorm room. "Just got back from the training rooms. I've been working on my chest like you said!"

His redheaded partner smiled, dressed in a fitting pair of leggings and small tanktop. "Perfect, I see you've been obeying me."

The choice of words seemed slightly off, but he wasn't about to complain about free advice. He tossed his towel and duffel bag to the side and went to go take a shower. After a long time pumping iron, it felt good to relax and let the hot water work the kinks out. By the time he was done, he felt much too tired to even stand let alone do anymore training. Imagine his surprise when his partner, the girl who always seemed the picture of perfect, stood there shirtless with her leggings dragged halfway down her thighs.

Jaune's face turned beet red. "I-I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't realize you were- I'll just head back and wait."

"Jaune," there was a sultry aire to her voice. "Look at me."

"I-I really think you should finish changing before-"

"Now," something in her voice compelled him to do so. Pyrrha's hair had been pulled down, falling around her shoulders like a halo of crimson. "You've been doing so well in training, doing everything I say, day in and day out. For the longest time, I waited to see if you'd pick up on my advances, but you're a lot like my father is in that regard. Dense to an adorable fault."

The blonde team leader clutched the towel around his waist, suddenly feeling like it didn't cover nearly enough. His partner finished peeling her pants off before tossing them aside. Her skin was an almost glowing bronze, and her body had been honed to perfection. Powerful yet supple tracts of muscle flexed and bulged as she stretched languidly, calling attention to her chiseled abs and sizable assets. Pyrrha sauntered forward with a hungry smirk on her face, and giggled happily.

"In Mistral, we say: 'a favor for a favor'. I like you Jaune. I really like you. Enough that I've been making sure to work you in all the right places," she was close enough to smell now. The scent of strawberries and cinnamon was almost overpowering in his mind. "My ideal man. I figured it was about time you paid your dues for all my generous help."

Jaune swallowed and found his mouth completely dry. "I... I-I'm not sure if I can afford-"

"I'm not talking about money, cutie. I don't need. For the longest time, all the tabloids and marketing executives thought I would so much better with a man. But I'm not going to settle for some boytoy or actor, I want someone I can make a life with. I've chosen you."

Pyrrha's voice left no room for argument, and, surprisingly, Jaune couldn't find a reason to disagree. He was suddenly very aware of his lower member, hardened to diamond-like rigidity. The swordsman's face was as bright as the girl's hair as he felt the cool stiffness of the wall against his back. He hadn't even realized he'd been backtracking.

"Maybe you need some convincing," she leaned in to his ear, and every word was like a searing brand on his mind. "Let me show you a little 'Mistral hospitality'."

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"P-Pyrrha! Ah!" Jaune gripped his bedsheets even tighter as Pyrrha brought herself down on his cock once more.

She had him in some bizarre reverse mating press, pounding him into the mattress with reckless abandon. Every thrust was complimented by the clap of flesh on flesh, waves of jolting pleasure shooting through the man's lower region. Pyrrha was relentless in proving herself his superior in bed, letting out only the smallest of pleasurable grunts as she rode her soon-to-be lover. Her cunt juices provided the perfect lube as she came down again and again, squeezing his dick between her velvety walls.

"Fuck! You like that, little boy? You like it when put you in your place?" the words were instinctual for the champion, said in the throes of pleasure.

"Y-Yes, fuck! Don't stop!" he cried back. "Ah!"

Her pace didn't slow, instead the powerful thrusts only increased. Jaune held on for dear life as he threw his arms around his new mistress, resigning himself to be the bottom in this particular affair. Her pussy clenched tightly around his cock, providing the perfect sheathe for the young huntsman's "sword" as she pounded him harder. After a few more powerful thrusts, Pyrrha changed position and began to ride him in a reverse cowgirl style. Jaune was treated to a perfect view of her well-chiseled back and firm yet supple ass as she gripped his ankles for leverage. Unbidden, he grabbed her by the waist and began to thrust up as she thrust down. A gasp of sheer ecstasy escaped the champion's lips as a wave of rolling pleasure shot through her core. Invigorated, she redoubled her efforts and picked up the pace again.

"Give it to mommy! Fuck me harder!" she ordered as he rushed to obey.

Teeth gritted so that he wouldn't succumb to the pleasure, Jaune tried to keep up with his partner as best he could. Her stamina would've put Nora's to shame! Pyrrha's ass slammed down and Jaune swore he saw white as a lightning bolt shot through his cock and into his brain. It was too much to keep up with, he wouldn't be able to last much longer at this rate.

"P-Pyrrha, I'm gonna cum!" he moaned between breathy pants.

"Do it! Dump your load inside me," she commanded with a wild grin. "Fill me up, Jaune!"

A few strokes later and the dam broke. A torrent of cum filled Pyrrha's snatch as Jaune gripped her tightly. His eyes rolled back into his head as a mind-shattering orgasm shot rattled his thoughts. There wasn't enough room, and soon enough ropes of jizz began to ooze out of the champion's cunt as she stood triumphantly overhead. It was a Mistral custom for the wife to take matters into her own hands when she consummated their marriage. This was close enough, and as good as round one was after a showing like that there was no way she'd be satisfied.

"Pyrrha, that was amazing," he breathed pleasurably. "Thank you..."

"Thank you? Jaune that was just round one?" her smile was borderline vicious.

His eyes fluttered open. "W-What?"

"Hang on tight, lover boy..."

Hours later, Pyrrha grabbed her nearby scroll as it rang loudly in their dorm room. Checking the caller ID, she smiled happily and picked it up. "Hello Nora!"

"Pyrrha!" a jubilant voice called over the other end. "How did it go? Did you ask him to be your boyfriend?"

"I did!"

The ginger girl squealed in delight. Nora had been a long time proponent of those two shacking up, and now that her "OTP" - her words - had finally happened all was right in the world.

"Please tell me he accepted!?"

"Well..." she looked over at Jaune.

The boy likely was even paying attention. His nether regions were coated in a sticky mess of love juice and cum, as were the sheets and bed spread. They would need to be washed ASAP before the others got back. Pyrrha smiled lovingly as she looked at the drooling, almost broken grin on her partner's face, his eyes rolled back up into his head. He'd stopped even responding to her after the fifth round, and past the ninth she wasn't even sure if he was still awake. They would probably need a new bed as well. Maybe she could ask Headmaster Ozpin for one.

"Let's just say he said yes with his actions, not his words..."

So yes, I am kinda sorta back. Don't expect a lot of updates from me, I write this shit when my dick is hard. Enjoy it, jerk it, whatever. This is gonna be my new series of oneshot instant loss lemons. Go figure.