KingVessel: I don't remember the Fanfic's name but part of Ruby's genuflection was inspired by what I read.
Chapter 28: Preparations II
Ruby Rose was a simple girl.
Give her some cookies with milk and a gun magazine and the smiles would never end.
A Grimm or two to cut up and she'd sing a happy little tune for days.
Add in some strawberries and you'd die of sheer cuteness overdose as she giddily ate the Blessed Fruit of Oum.
Yup, Ruby was a cute simple girl with normal knees no matter what dumb old Yang said. And like any normal girl, Ruby had a teeny tiny crush. On whom you might ask, well on her bestie… No, not Weiss! Jaune, her BMF (Best Male Friend) Jaune Arc a.k.a. Vomit Boy Aka Tall, Blonde and Scraggly.
Which honestly made no sense. Shirtless Jaune had muscles after all, his arms were huge… And sexy… No, bad Ruby!
'I thought he was now going out with Pyrrha!' Ruby scrunched her brows in frustration. After the Breach, it had been surprising and a bit saddening to see Jaune boldly holding hands with Pyrrha at random spots in the school.
However, the surprise grew whenever she would sight the couple often exit a random empty room or closet, with Jaune looking refreshed and Pyrrha limping a bit with a wider than usual smile on her flushed face.
Yang had instantly caught on and put out a lot of pervy comments and jokes, even offering to join in if invited.
(Ruby really hoped that one was a joke. She had no delusions of ever getting Jaune's attention if both she and her well endowed sister pursued the same guy.)
It was astounding how much Yang thought she could get away with, believing her sister to still be the oblivious little kid from Patch.
However, sharing a room with Blake Belladonna meant having access to filth. And Ruby Rose very much accessed said filth with Blake's conspirational assistance, who started her off with types that drew at her interests.
Last year, she had overheard a guy tell his girlfriend to "get down and blow me."
At the time, she just thought that he had a weird injury on his leg or rash or something which needed some cool air blown directly on it.
Now, she really knew. And can she just ask why a fellatio or blowjob was called the latter when there was clearly a lot of sucking done instead?!
Even Blake had shrugged at that question!
As for the act itself...
-squatting before him, Ruby gagged with her hands on Jaune's hips, feebly sucking as Jaune repeatedly shoved his shaft down her tight throat-
Ruby's face promptly matched her name as she rapidly shook her head to clear the fantasy away.
She might have already known about reproduction (The science-y stuff taught back in her old school) but now she knew what the birds and the bees did. And could she just say it was really freaking weird that a bee managed to do the nasty with a bird! Like, that bug deserved a medal or something… He had to be a legend in his hive for getting it on with something that'd usually eat him.
-Ruby gasped as his large body easily covered her small form and pressed her down to the bed, denying even the slightest chance of escape as his hips repeatedly pistoned against her ass-
"Snap out of it, me!" Ruby shuddered as she continued to make her way back to Beacon. When she had come looking for Jaune, she hadn't expected to run into... that.
The sight of Blake being simultaneously ploughed by both Jaune and Sun had sent a strong surge of heat rushing through her nether regions. For some moments, she had briefly imagined herself being in Blake's position, with all of Jaune's attention on her while furiously driving her fingers into her needy core.
-a hand around Ruby's throat, held against the wall in some Beacon hallway, groaning and moaning his name as he relentlessly drove his hips between hers-
Ruby slapped her cheeks. "Control yourself, me!"
'Maybe some cookies from those new kiosks in the city fairground will help.' Ruby thought desperately, hoping to push her fantasies to safer routes. 'Or I could make some again in the school's kitchen! I haven't a while...'
-he took her in the kitchen, her bent over the table, breasts rubbing against the flour-covered kitchen table, shivering and shaking as she was pounded harder than dough was kneaded-
"WHYYYYYYYYYY?!"
"Shut up!" A sudden voice of a woman roared out of nowhere, stopping Ruby from almost ripping her hair off.
A mysterious masked woman clothed in black and red smashed down onto a nearby boulder from the sky, leaving a reddish shadow covering the air she descended from.
'Huh?' Ruby tilted her head as she observed the mystery woman, her hand idly trailing to {Crescent Rose}. 'What's with this huge presence I'm feeling? Who's this masked chick? Is that a White Fang member?'
Upon closer inspection, the masked woman had long, black, bushy hair and was wearing a shallow cut black and red dress, had long black hair and a sword that was in some kind of sheath that appeared to have some complex Dust loading mechanic, which Ruby really wanted to take apart and adore. Most notably though, was the mask she wore. The mask was white with red markings on it, but unlike those she had seen from the White Fang, this one covered her entire face, so not were any expression or notable features of hers seen, but it was also far more intimidating and Grimm-like than any other mask a White Fang member could own.
"Neither a Huntress or a Silver-Eyed Warrior shouldn't have such an indecisive expression on her face." The Masked Woman spoke clearly. "It's unseemly."
'Silver-Eyed Warrior?' Ruby mentally questioned as she brought up her weapon. 'Come to think of it, Headmaster Ozpin said something similar when we first met. Wait, it was literally the first sentence he ever spoke to me...'
"You have... Silver Eyes..."
The Masked Woman slowly drew her sword - long and crimson red. Upon it exiting the sheath, it extended to become roughly twice the length it was before. "If you call yourself a Silver-Eyed Warrior... don't be so pathetic!"
She lightly jumped off the boulder, briefly giving the illusion of flight as she stayed in the air a bit too long, and then swiftly flipped forward and slammed her sword against Ruby's hastily raised {Crescent Rose}'s shaft, before kicking the girl in the jaw and sending her flying back a bit.
"Slow. Weak. Immature." The Masked Woman ticked off with a mocking tone. "It's only the last trait that I see that you share with Summer Rose beyond her appearance. The other traits were the opposite for her."
"Who are you?" Ruby asked as she rubbed her aching jaw. "What are you doing?"
"I'd like to ask the same question." The Masked Woman replied. "How long do you intend to seat on the ground before your attacker?"
Ruby realized what she said and quickly entered into a combat ready stance.
"You're quick to respond, at least." The Masked Woman challenged. "Come on. Come at me."
"W-What?!"
"Indecisive!" The Masked Woman roared, suddenly slamming her sword against {Crescent Rose}.
'She's fast.' Ruby thought as she strained against her blade, panicking as she felt the rock beneath her boots crack. 'And strong too! She's Hunter-level like Goodwitch and Torchwick! If so, I can't hold anything back!'
As she Hardened {Crescent Rose}, Ruby growled and forced the Masked Woman back.
"Go away!"
BACK DOWN
An invisible force crashed down on the area as the world was bitten into by the jaws of a massive world devouring wolf.
The Masked Woman merely tilted her head in what might have been amusement-
KNEEL
The world darkened as an enormous Raven composed of crimson darkness slammed down, crushing, suffocating, dominating the Wolf, until-
Ruby yelped as she stumbled, still standing. Not unshaken, but certainly unbowed and unbroken.
"...your Will is strong at least." The Masked Woman sheathed her blade, her tone now radiating approval. "If you're to deal with Mesrum, a Conqueror's Will will be necessary after all."
"Who... Who are you?" Ruby questioned again.
"...I was Summer Rose's Partner when she still lived among us." The Masked Woman took off her mask revealing a face that looked very similar to Yang Xiao Long's except with paler skin, permanent red eyes, black hair and a cold mature expression. "My name is Raven Branwen."
Silver eyes turned blank as Ruby's jaw dropped at the name, lots of unasked questions rushing to be asked.
"I know that you have a lot of questions. Normally, I would've kept to myself, but recent events have caused me to reevaluate my plans. So I plan to answer as much as I can from you. However..." Raven Branwen unsheathed and slashed her sword to the side, creating an eerie red portal. "I cannot do that here. Follow me in the next 15 seconds if you're interested. I will return you back here in an hour."
Without waiting for a reply, Raven donned her mask and walked through the portal without hesitation.
For some precious seconds, Ruby heavily debated with herself. Then with a steely look, rushed into the portal after her stepmother.
She would then learn more about her mother and Silver-Eyed Warriors in the next hour than she had ever in her entire life.
"Look at all the stalls!" Pyrrha Nikos gushed as she rushed ahead. She and Jaune Arc were currently on a date in the city, enjoying the stalls that had started to pop up for the upcoming Vytal Festival. "A nice way to burn off energy from our lunch!"
Of course, Pyrrha was disguised in order not to be mobbed by her civilian fans. Along with her usually ponytailed hair down and a pair of (fake) glasses, she was dressed in a bronze top which exposed some cleavage, a tight black miniskirt and a satchel hooked to the back of her waist.
"Don't get lost in the crowd, Pyr." Jaune caught up to her as she looked at a shooting gallery, using a nickname so as to not render her disguise useless. "This really is your first festival in a while, huh?"
"Yeah..." Pyrrha flushed as her hand became intertwined with Jaune's. "The few times I last went to one, I'd usually be alone or hunted down by my fans. It's just as troublesome as it sounds. I did bring a lot of business for all those vendors that time so I guess it's okay?"
"I'm not so sure about that." Jaune chuckled in amusement at the thought of Pyrrha fans getting exhausted from chasing her only to rest near a vendor who would immediately take advantage. "So you wanna try the shooting game?"
"Is it okay?" Pyrrha nervously asked. "I mean, one of {Miló}'s Mechashift modes is a rifle so it feels like cheating..."
"It's not cheating." Jaune assured. "I'll do it with you if that makes it better."
At Pyrrha's enthusiastic nod, Jaune sighed and went up to the stall.
"Hey there, you lovely couple!" The vendor called them out immediately, already smelling the money. "Pick a rifle and shoot the prize you want!"
To his surprise, Pyrrha stepped forward. With one fluid movement, she loaded the cork into the toy rifle, took aim and fired, hitting the prize which had been carefully placed to avoid being an easy target.
"You've just won a nice set of pre-packaged bacon!" The vendor congratulated as Jaune paid. "You're one heck of a sharpshooter, mis-"
A sudden gunshot silenced the vendor as another freshly arrived customer shot another pretty hard to hit prize off. She wore a red and white hoodie with blue tracksuit pants and a distinctive black beanie that covered her left eye. She also wore a large black scarf, red canvas sneakers and a semi-automatic Sniper Rifle fitted with a telescopic sight on her back.
"Heh. Easy money." The girl cheered before catching Pyrrha's eye.
Jaune blinked as some hidden conversation happened without either girl speaking a word. Then suddenly, Pyrrha smacked down some lien, loaded her toy rifle and shot again, this time making sure to not break eye contact with the beanie girl.
Jaune whistled as she hit another top prize. Pyrrha smiled as her boyfriend collected the prize for her before facing the beanie girl. "My name is Pyr. And you are?"
"May." The beanie girl replied before turning to face the vendor just as Pyrrha did.
""Mister! One more time!""
The two shooting girls proceeded to lose themselves into the contest, piling up prizes until the vendor had to beg them to stop before they ran him out of business.
"I'm sorry." Pyrrha sheepishly smiled at the sight of Jaune struggling to not drop any of the numerous prizes. "I guess I was a bit too into it, Jaune."
"It's fine. I just got a good idea." Jaune fished out his Scroll and typed in some numbers. Four minutes later, the girls and several civilians gawked as Jaune's weapon locker slammed down. With a shameless grin, Jaune dumped the prizes in it and sent it back to Beacon. "There. Easy delivery. We can get them back at a later time."
"Ah..." May chuckled as her own prizes were loaded into a large bag provided by the vendor. "That sure is convenient for you Beacon guys. Still, you seem pretty cool, Pyr."
As May carried her bag, her spare arm swiftly brought up her Sniper Rifle to aim it right at Pyrrha's nose. "I hope we meet in the tournament. It'll be great to see you in my crosshair."
With a lackadaisical wave after lowering her weapon, May walked off, staggering a bit under the weight of her prizes.
Pyrrha waved back peacefully, before hooking her arm into Jaune's. "So, where next?"
Next?
One thing to note about Pyrrha was that the romance starved girl... had no idea of how a realistic date was supposed to go.
It wasn't that Pyrrha wasn't interested in the date. It's just that she kept leaving Jaune's side to attend to nearby matters that either needed some intervention or caught her interests.
Right now, Pyrrha (and Jaune by proxy) had just finished a die-cutting game. Due to her inexperience, Pyrrha had failed far more than she had succeeded but Jaune, who had been winning a lot more compared to her, easily saw how much she enjoyed the experience.
*SMASH!*
The couple turned to see two armed combatants fighting against each other while surrounded by a crowd. Jaune almost mistook them for real Hunters if not for the very obvious telegraphing of their attacks.
Their 'fight' seemed to be done in a way that while it was slow and clumsy by Hunter standards, it was quite fast-paced for the spectating civilians, especially as they were fighting with real weapons, one bearing a large shield and lance combo while the other wielded a chained studded mace.
From the entrance to a nearby alley, Big Bear Ted snickered maliciously as he eyed the blond shit that had ruined his fucking life. He was shocked to see him again but that had soon turned to cruel delight as soon as he noticed the chick accompanying him.
And what a chick she was! The redhead's hips were so curvaceous and shapely that he could squeeze and grope them for hours. With a hourglass figure that made him want to run his hands over them so many fucking times. And her boobs! Oum, her boobs looked so large and squeezable like Vale's greatest stress balls implanted right into a bitch's chest.
'I'm so fucking hard right now.' Ted darkly chuckled as he watched from afar, thinking of just how much he'd enjoy the redhead after he was done with the blond shit.
A moment of chance came when the blond separated from the redhead to go and take a Scroll call.
It happened without warning.
The mace wielder's weapon suddenly snapped off as the other struck at the chain with his lance, sending the dense ball of iron right at Jaune!
For a moment, Ted actually thought that the Brothers were working in his favor by causing the admittedly strong blond some damage before he reached him.
*WHACK!*
The redhead chick gaped in amazement.
The performers' halted as their jaws dropped.
The surrounding civilians gaped as several of their own jaws dropped.
Big Bear Ted? His face could've matched a self proclaimed god of a certain sky island. His eyes were so wide that it looked like his eyeballs were popping out, his mouth dropped to the floor with his tongue was hanging out like a dog and snot could be seen coming out of his nose.
The cause for all these reactions? Without even looking up from his Scroll, the blond shit had backhanded the approaching mace right into the ground, hitting it hard enough to nearly bury the dense metal ball and cause a large crater.
Ted staggered back in shock. How was this fair? How was he supposed to get the fucker if he could fucking backhand steel balls out of the air like he was hitting a bitch?! Clearly, he needed some reinforcements.
Ted turned around and promptly balked in terror again as the ice cream midget appeared before him.
He could've run away the other direction. He could've charged forward in a berserk rampage. He could've even screamed.
But he couldn't due to the sudden pain in his stomach and throat.
In the one second he had blinked, the ice cream midget landed a powerful kick in his stomach and slashed his throat out with the sharp blade in her umbrella.
Ted collapsed against the alley wall and slowly slid down as he clutched his bleeding throat. As he tried and failed to breathe properly, the last sight he saw was that of the ice cream midget smiling down on him .
Even as darkness took over his sight, her utterly sadistic smile stood out in his mind as his hand fell away from his throat to weakly splash the bloody puddle beneath him.
After waving away the performers who kept apologizing profusely and the civilians who cheered and wanted autographs, Jaune finally regarded Pyrrha, who looked amused to not be the one at the receiving end of that treatment for the first time.
"I think we should start heading back to Beacon." At Pyrrha's confused and despaired look, Jaune hastily clarified. "The tournament's tomorrow and it's getting late, Pyrrha. We've got to wake up early to properly prepare."
"Oh." Pyrrha sighed depressingly, causing Jaune to tilt her chin up so that he could kiss her.
"We'll have many more dates afterwards, okay?" Jaune reassured with a smile, causing Pyrrha to blush and petulantly agree.
She was still pouting adorably as they rode the Bullhead back to the school, a somewhat unsatisfied expression on her face as Jaune used breathing exercises to push down his nausea. Thankfully, they were alone with nobody to be disgusted incase he failed.
Jaune then gasped sharply as Pyrrha's fingers rubbed over his crotch. "Pyrrha! Not here!"
Hoping that his harsh whispers weren't heard by the pilot, Jaune turned to face a bashful Pyrrha... who kept stroking his cock through his pants.
"Sorry..." Pyrrha, who for the first time ever was completely unapologetic while saying that word, quickly fished out his cock, causing Jaune to hiss when cool air touched it and then gasp as Pyrrha pulled her skirt upwards and slid over to sit on Jaune's laps, doing so in a way that left his cock jutting right against her crotch. "Just a quick one, please."
After Pyrrha shifted her panties aside to let her pussy rub directly against the hot shaft, it was enough to prompt Jaune to lift her up high enough to align himself and then shove her down, bottoming into her swiftly.
Pyrrha shook and gasped as she came instantly from being impaled, leaving her weak as Jaune started thrusting with their sounds muffled by the aircraft's engines. Pyrrha could only hug Jaune while muffling her cries into his shoulder as he easily took over the pace, hammering into her in an effort to make it as fast as possible.
Along with that, he activated his Semblance, pulsing waves of his Aura into her body - directly into her core.
The difference was immediate.
"Ahhh~!" Pyrrha arched backwards and fell forward in the span of a second, bouncing on his laps. Her eyes snapped open along with her mouth, her teeth gritting. "Your Semblance feels like a cheat whenever we're doing this~"
"Do you want me to stop?" Jaune muttered as he freed her heaving breasts.
"No!" she gasped. "Keep going."
Jaune nodded and focused his eyes on her breasts, still trapped in her stylish bra. As he pushed it upwards and clutched it directly, his aura slowly pushed into her, making her breasts glow red as her own Aura was augmented.
"Hahhh~!" If her reaction had been intense before, it was more so now. Pyrrha's hips ground up into his crotch and her inner walls practically strangled his cock. One of her hands fisted his jacket while the other clutched the metal seat and crushed it in her grip.
"You kids okay back there?"
Unlike Pyrrha, Jaune didn't flinch or slow down as the pilot's voice came through the speakers. "We're fine! I just got a bit nauseous and crushed the seat in my grip."
"You better not puke in here again, Arc!" The pilot snapped as Jaune pushed Pyrrha's face into his shoulders to muffle her moans, one hand squeezing her chest after leaving her head and the other reaching around to hold her back and keep her pinned against him. He kept his Semblance going, kept his Aura flowing, her chin on his shoulder, her cheek against his, her ragged breaths and the choking sounds of her climax musically whispered into his ear. "I'll slow down if I have to! I can't have passengers complaining about the smell again!"
"I've got Pyrrha with me." Jaune gave another sharp thrust into the aforementioned girl, enjoying the mix of fear and arousal on her face. "She'll make sure I feel better. Sorry to bother you, Slagathor."
"For Oum's sake, my name's Jeff!"
After the speakers went silent, Jaune slammed his aura into her – sent it screaming down into his balls and up the length of his cock. His dick lit up like a glowstick, buried deep within Pyrrha's tight cunt, sending all those impossible and overpowering sensations right into her core just as he leaned in to bite her collar.
Pyrrha's head slammed back, and she would have screamed if he hadn't sealed his fingers over her mouth. As it was, he felt her try anyway – eyes rolling back as he crashed into her and came, sending her spiraling into the greatest orgasm she'd ever had.
His cock erupted inside her at the same time. Long ropes of cum shot deep into her womb, splashing deep inside her as she sat, molded against Jaune's body, supported solely by his arms still holding her. Even her legs were no longer supporting her, her toes touching the floor limply as her tongue idly licked his fingers.
Jaune thrust a little deeper and held, savoring the last drops of cum being wrung from him and also the muffled sounds of Pyrrha's cries. They were softening, becoming quieter, and he dared to take his hand away.
"Mmm~!" Her lips crashed into his instantly, her hand fisting in his hair and pulling him close. Her other hand reached around to squeeze his ass, pulling him into her as she rolled her hips.
"Maybe..." Pyrrha muttered after they'd separated and safely reached their dorms. "Maybe we should include Yang in... With your Semblance used like that, you're starting to leave me a bit too exhausted."
Pyrrha halted as she mulled over the words she just spoke. "So this is what it means when too much of a good thing can become bad..."
Jaune sheepishly rubbed his head. "Sorry. My sex drive's a bit... strong. I probably got it from Dad, considering that I've got 7 blood-related sisters."
Pyrrha gained a bemused face. "Even with Nora confirming it, I still can't believe that your family's grown that large. From how painful my mother described childbirth as, Mrs. Arc must either want a large family... or might be the real cause of your sex drive."
'It... might be from the both of them actually.' Jaune thought as Pyrrha entered their room after him, waving at Nora and Ren as she went straight for the bathroom while the knight lethargically flopped into his bed. 'Anyways, time to res-?'
A chime from his Scroll drew his attention, causing him to frown at the files sent to him from an unknown number. A quick glance through them killed all traces of drowsiness in him. "I gotta go check on something!"
With that excuse, Jaune rushed out of the dorms and left his startled teammates behind.
He left his dorm completely, heading for where he knew the Haven students where staying. Luckily, the one he wanted was just outside the door of their room.
"Hey, Merc!" Jaune briefly greeted, confusing the guy as Jaune swiftly grabbed the hand of the black haired girl next to him, already knowing her identity. "I need to borrow Mint Blackberry for a bit!"
Without waiting for a reply, Jaune slung her over his shoulder and ran off screaming. "She owes me ice cream money and she's gonna compensate meeeeeee!"
Cinder Fall, who had just come out of the room with Emerald Sustrai, sighed in disappointment. "Even with her disguise, she can't just control herself."
"You think Arc's gonna get himself stabbed?" Mercury Black whistled as Jaune and 'Mint' disappeared around the corner.
"Who cares?" Emerald snarked.
"What the hell were you thinking with that stuff you sent me?!" Jaune fought to keep his voice down.
I was horny. Neo in her 'Mint Blackberry' disguise signed back unrepentantly, well aware of his eyes fixed on the slide of her hips from one side to the other after he had soon dropped her down away from her 'team'.
"Why?!" Jaune snarled in confused annoyance after dragging her to an empty alleyway in the school compound, specifically making sure to avoid the school's cameras. "Do you know how my teammates might react if selfies of a stripping girl started popping into my Scroll?! What were you thinking?"
Neo grinned, looking him up and down hungrily. I'm thinking of a naughty girl who obviously needs to be punished for having too much spare time on her hands.
She licked her lips as she eyed his crotch. And there you are, the big, bad Huntsman, clearly angry, horny and needing an outlet.
Neo stepped towards him slowly while he gaped at her, leaving a short step between them. She held her wrists out together in front of her in surrender, and Jaune nearly groaned.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He spat, feeling a twinge of arousal as Neo brought up a finger to her lips before sucking it in.
Neo simply smirked further at the swelling bulge in Jaune's pants, suckling her index finger before slowly dragging it down her curves.
When she dipped that finger into her skirt, Jaune's control shattered.
Before he knew it, he grabbed her face and practically stole her breath with how furiously he kissed her.
Neo's hands were already inside his clothes, pulling his shirt from his trousers. Jaune slid a hand down and grabbed her ass hard, pulling her into him and making her gasp silently. Her nimble fingers flew to his belt, quickly undoing it and his trousers before she pulled away with a smack of lips.
Her hand reached down to stroke him through his boxers, the heat and pressure making Jaune grit his teeth.
Neo smirked triumphantly, and before he knew it, she was sliding to her knees in the dark alley.
She wasted no time in pulling his already hard cock free from his boxers, leaning forward to save it from the cool night air with her hot mouth without pause. She stared up at him, hollowing her cheeks on his shaft while she bobbed her head, and Jaune was suddenly reminded of the last time he saw her.
"You pimped me out." He reached out and threaded his fingers through the loose hair on top of her head, almost unprepared for the hum of pleasure from her mouth when he tightened his grip for a harsh pull.
Jaune privately marveled at despite the small 'cracks' in the air where he physically held Neo, her 'Mint Blackberry' disguise held strong, as all he saw were black hair instead of pink, white & brown and lidded green eyes rather than rapidly switching multicolored ones.
Neo's hand darted to the juncture of her thighs, and she moaned again at the contact. Jaune watched in awe, groaning at the sight, his hips thrusting of their own accord into her eager mouth.
With every tug on her hair and thrust of his hips, more of his cock disappeared into her mouth. Jaune felt himself slipping away into her intense gaze, her pleasure at his rough treatment made obvious by moans of enjoyment and the hand working between her thighs. His fingers tightened, his arm flexing to pull her towards him, and he felt the impossible tightness of her throat pressing around the head of his cock. He pulled her head back, then down on him again with more force than ever before, lust-fueled mind desperate to have as much of him inside of her as possible.
Jaune's eyes narrowed at the feeling of her throat tightening around him, and he held her there, drunk on the sight. The feel of Neo's soft exhalations through her nose against his body and the watering of her eyes almost more than he could bear. Those same eyes egged him on as he held her there, telling him to take as much as he wanted, to use her however he could, otherwise, she would change their positions in an instant.
Finally, she gagged around him, and still, he held her in place. But there was no fear in Neo's eyes as she stared up at him. If anything, she looked even more excited. And with a final coughing gasp, Jaune allowed her to pull away, sucking a breath as she did.
Her hand was still moving between her legs as she knelt and looked up at him with eyes of want. Her free hand wiped at her mouth and chin, tracing her lips as he watched intently, eventually tracing its way down her neck and following the neckline of her dress where it plunged between her breasts. She grinned wickedly at him, still struggling to catch her breath as she teased her heaving chest. Neo watched him with excitement when her fingertips snuck under the edge of the tight fabric, pushing it out of the way and grasping her nipple firmly with a moan.
The way her back arched and her hips bounced in place left no doubt in Jaune's mind exactly how much she wanted him, and the wave of desire that hit him left him staggered with its intensity.
"Up against the wall." A Conqueror's Haki-charged voice growled, and Jaune was somewhat surprised to discover it was his own. Neo gave her breast one last teasing squeeze, her body shivering in pleasure at his order, and she stood shakily while he watched, impassive. She turned slowly and leaned forward to place both her palms on the stone wall, Jaune taking that moment to drink in her amazing body. There was no shame or reluctance in her movements, her hips still swaying softly and her back arching to present herself to him.
"Pull your skirt up." Another command from Jaune's mouth he had no recollection of consciously making, his tone clearly striking Neo as she shivered from his words. She leaned forward farther without moving her feet, tossing her head to clear her hair and leaning her cheek against the wall. Her hands reached back behind her, grasping the bottom of her skirt that had already ridden up to reveal the swell of her ass. Her hands pulled the garment up over her hips, revealing the most insignificant pair of spats he'd ever seen. The thin black shorts might have as well be painted on.
"Take it off."
Her hands slowly peeled the spats down over her ass, an act that revealed almost nothing more but bare skin due to how tight and thin the spats had been, but still sent a thrill of excitement through him.
Neo's hands toyed with her spats where they hung around her thighs before leaving her legs to return to the wall and she pushed off to give her face a break.
Jaune stepped up behind her, hearing her quick inhalation. He put one hand on her hip, holding himself in the other as he crowded against her. Jaune slid himself against her hot sex, shocked at how wet he found her. Lining himself up, he pressed forward, driving hard once he was sure he wasn't going to hurt himself or her.
Not at the moment at least.
Jaune took a second to revel in the feeling of her surrounding him, his body stealing control away from his brain. He gripped her narrow hips tightly and wasted no time in withdrawing to drive himself in again. She gasped as he bottomed out inside of her and Jaune couldn't get enough of the bounce of her ass as he proceeded to drive himself into her repeatedly.
Neo's moans grew raspier with every collision, and she started pushing off the wall to meet his thrusts with her own.
Jaune reached forward and grasped the hair on the back of her head, twisting her head to the side.
The look on Neo's face, visible through the mess of her twintailed hair not hanging over her face, was terrifying in its intensity. Her mouth hung open, her breath coming in gasps between her moans.
Jaune shifted to catch his balance, the fist that gripped her hair moving to meet the wall and keep him standing, tugging hard on her hair as a matter of course, and forcing her cheek hard against the brick. Neo let out a shudder that he felt right down to his crotch, and he watched in amazement when her hand disappeared from the wall, feeling her fingertips brush against the bottom of his cock while she worked frantic circles on her clit.
Something broke in Jaune with that wanton act, and the hand in her hair gripped tighter, hips hammering into her, uncaring as she was pressed harder into the alley wall.
Even though her clothes were most likely real, her appearance however was a product of her Semblance. Jaune promptly resolved to fuck Neo hard enough to break it.
His free hand dragged up her side until it met bare flesh, then circled around her front and under her top. He felt the hard nub of her nipple, under his fingertips, pausing to pinch it lightly before his whole hand clamped over her breast. Neo bit down on what he had feared would have been the shriek of pleasure that sent a crowd running, had she been able to talk as her head nodded against the tugging of her hair.
And with his two handholds, Jaune started to yank her roughly back to meet his punishing thrusts. Giving her everything he had, Jaune felt her clenching around him as her whole body shook. Even though he had her effectively pinned between him and the wall, her orgasm hit her with such force he worried she was going to collapse.
With a satisfying cracking sound, Neo's illusion fell apart, transforming her twintailed black hair to loose and wavy Neapolitan.
Seeing Neo literally breaking from her orgasm was nearly enough to set Jaune off, but watching her wits return to her face was worth holding off for. Especially when he gave one final pull on her hair, and she smiled languidly with the lift of her chin, meeting his eyes with a look of total lust and abandon.
The full realization of what Jaune was doing, and who he was doing it with crashed into him, and he felt his orgasm tear through him again while he fucked the second sexiest woman he'd ever seen, the first being his girlfriend, up against a wall in the alley. Neo's face lit up with bliss at the feeling of his twitching cock exploding inside of her, her eyes and body coaxing every bit of pleasure she could from him. Jaune's legs shook from the overwhelming pleasure, and he heard himself groaning as he spasmed over and over again.
He finally stilled, almost shocked to discover the grip he had on her hair and breast. Carefully, he released her, sliding his hands down her body causing her to shiver, then stepped back and let himself slide free from her.
Neo straightened up slowly, bending to pull her spats back up and watching him over her shoulder while she did. She turned as she pulled her skirt back down into place, then adjusted the top to cover herself again. Her now silver eyes had been fixed on Jaune as he did the same, tucking himself away and refastening his trousers and belt.
A heavy silence sat between them, and Jaune couldn't believe himself when he felt his body already starting to want more of her. Until his eyes climbed from her incredible body to see red scrapes on her cheek marring her gorgeous face. Reality hammered into him and his stomach dropped.
"Shit!" Jaune grabbed Neo's arms and promptly poured his Aura into her, hoping to accelerate the healing procedure.
Neo's body felt like someone just dumped a bonfire before her shivering body. It was cold and his Aura was warm. She could feel it tingling down her hands and up her arms, drifting through her body as she slowly heated up even higher.
Semblance? Neo questioned.
Jaune nodded silently, his eyes fixed as every one of her scrapes vanished before his eyes. As soon as he was done, he noticed Neo looking aside with a pensive look and launched straight into the questions that had been worrying him before. "Neo, why did Roman let himself get captured? What's gonna happen that he feels safer in Ironwood's personal Airship than outside it?"
Neo crossed her arms as she seriously pondered how valuable Jaune was beyond a good fuck and an amusing pet.
Neo nodded to herself as she came to a conclusion. She whipped out a Scroll and rapidly sent something to him.
Jaune looked at the message his Scroll had just received. It was a file revealing a letter from Roman Torchwick.
Hey, Little Knight. If you're reading this, then it means that Neo trusts you enough to pass this on.
Look, there's gonna be hell in Vale during the tournament. I don't know why but the fiery bitch is looking for something here. And she absolutely doesn't mind cracking the city open like an egg to find it.
I generally don't like you Hunter kids much, but you're a kid who's got not only high potential but also actually has some intelligence compared to Red and her friends. Plus, I'm not sure she's noticed it herself but Neo smiles a bit more whenever you're around. It'd be a shame for you to die.
You've already hinted you've got a large and loving family back home. Fake an injur- no, make a real injury and go home.
You will die if you don't.
The World's Greatest Thief, "Smoker" Roman Torchwick.
P.S. I still hate that moniker and will bludgeon you if you ever call me that to the face.
'So... The situation is bad enough that he had to warn me, huh...' Jaune looked up from the letter to sight Neo's raised eyebrow. While she might have had an idea about what was written, Neo hadn't read it herself and was rather curious at the resolute expression that the Knight donned.
"I don't intend to die in the slightest, Neo." Jaune warmly tapped her shoulder before leaving the mercenary. "The tournament is tomorrow... Well, Dad still owes me that favor..."
As Jaune walked off, Neo turned about and walked her own direction and teleported away with a sound of shattering glass.
Raven idly turned her head as Neo appeared in her, idly dodging the swipe from the Beringel she'd been fighting. With a casual glare, Neo's eyes turned silver and glowed, blasting out twin beams of divine light which cut a glowing line in the Beringel as it was simultaneously bisected and petrified.
Raven sheathed her sword back as the petrified Grimm crumbled into nothingness. "The Vytal Tournament starts tomorrow. I hope that you succeeded in the task you were given."
Neo nodded.
"Good." Raven slashed open a portal. "Return to Salem's false Queen. You've been gone for too long, now. And wipe that horny grin off your face."
Neo rapidly went typed on her Scroll before displaying it.
THIS ISN'T A HORNY GRIN.
THIS IS A 'I JUST GOT WELL FUCKED' GRIN.
Raven rolled her eyes within her mask.
With a crackling of spiritual mirrors and the swoosh of red-tinted darkness, the clearing was empty of its human occupants.
It was nighttime as Daisy August was just minding her business when a shitty raven she found familiar promptly attacked her for the warm bread she was carrying at the time. By the time the corvid left, a chunk of it was gone, but a note was inside the bread's packaging now.
In the darkness of the night, Daisy had no problem reading it thanks to the night vision granted from her Faunus heritage.
Be prepared for the coming week.
Rosy Silver II has been alerted of their visual prowess and their predecessor.
Celestial Knight has been warned of the intruders into the Tower.
When the Witch's Thief makes her move, Spring and Summer shall avenge Fall.
"Huh. Noted." With a twitch of her lion ears, Daisy tossed the note away, letting it flutter slowly in the breezy air. "Too bad Winter's too old to join in."
With a snap of her fingers and a flash of green flames from her eyes, a fiery orange spark went for the note, destroying it to ashes almost immediately.
KingVessel: Hey there, Canon! How would you like me to smash this lovely large frying pan into your frail looking face? Please review! Vytal Tournament arc starts next chapter!