Drake let out a groan as near scalding hot water hit his bare skin. The sparring matches had concluded shortly after his match against Yang. There was one other match after his. Team CRDL in either a move of sheer bravery, or foolishness decided to all take on Pyrrha. Apparently, they thought that if they ganged up on her, she would be slim pickings. Those idiots never knew what hit them. Pyrrha had, in less than a minute dismantled every last member of Cardin's team. Not only living up to her nickname of The Invincible Girl, but giving them such a thrashing, that they would be staying in Beacon's infirmary for a few days. Meaning they would be missing out on getting weekend passes off campus … yet again.
As for Drake, he was just standing under the stream of hot water. Wondering if he should go to the infirmary to get something for the headache given to him courtesy of Yang knocking his head with Ember Celica. Though the stars that popped up in front of his eyes had very pretty colors, the trade-off was this intense throbbing in his brain.
He was so wrapped up in that thought, that he hadn't even heard the telltale signs of someone approaching. That was however, until they spoke up right behind him. "I knew I would find you here."
Drake nearly jumped out of his skin. An act that made whoever had snuck up giggle nearly uncontrollably, a particular and beautiful sounding laugh, that the dragon Faunus recognised. Pyrrha Nikos was standing, or leaning rather against the shower stall occupied by her boyfriend. Still dressed in her bronze combat armor, with an amused smile on her face. "I see someone is as jumpy as ever. Not a very good trait for someone who's attempting to become a professional Huntsman."
"I am going to put a bell on you…" Drake let out a sigh, followed by a groan. His elevated heartbeat thanks to Pyrrha startling him, had made his headache worse. The fingers of his left hand had begun to rub his forehead, in an attempt to ease his suffering.
Noting this, Pyrrha stepped into the stall with him. "Your aura still hasn't recovered. Yang hit you harder than you realized." Her gloved right hand pushed his own aside, and not that he cared that she had joined him in his shower stall, however…"
"Your armor…" His concern made Pyrrha smile up at him. She came up to his chest, as he was nine inches taller than her, her kind green eyes staring into his deep blue ones.
Pyrrha simply shook her head, uncaring that the water was soaking into the black already form fitting fabric underneath her armor. "That's what laundry is for. Besides, it's only water." the Mistrali girl's bronze colored aura flared, surrounding the both of them for several moments.
Drake's eyes closed, as Pyrrha performed her aura transfer. He felt her other hand on the base of his spine, where his back met his tail. That hand ran up the dark red scales on his back, causing a pleasurable shiver ran up his spine. Moment's later, his own aura, the same red color of his scales. The throbbing in his head ceased, thanks to Pyrrha helping his aura recover.
Drake wrapped a hand about Pyrrha's waist. Pressing her against him, which made her giggle once again. "Now, how do I thank you?"
Pyrrha's expression turned very playful. Her armor came off, and the dragon Faunus noted that she was doing that with her polarity semblance. Her earrings, headdress, breastplate, pauldrons, and greves unclasped, and fell to the floor. She kicked her heeled boots off, and they were all rather unceremoniously thrown out of the shower stall. Leaving her only in her black form fitting outfit. "I think I know the perfect way." As she nuzzled his chest, her left hand began stroking his ever stiffening shaft. Pyrrha's playful smile only grew due to the happy sounding groans she elicited from her boyfriend.
Having caught on, Drake's right hand found the small zipper on the back of Pyrrha's leotard. He rather quickly unzipped it, and pulled it off to reveal her wondrous naked body, toned and muscled from years of training and tournaments prior to her enrollment at Beacon. Her D-cup breasts were only rivaled by Yang's, but Drake was not going to think about her. Not after she knocked him in the head so hard, it felt like a Beringal was banging a pair of cymbals against his skull. And especially not, because his brain had shifted gears, and was urging the dragon Faunus to: 'perform reproductive activities with this girl!'
"Lien for your thoughts?" Pyrrha tilted her head quizzically to the side, only to gasp then giggle once more, when Drake lifted her into his arms, and pressed her back against the wall of his shower stall that was just under the steaming hot water.
"Oh I think you know what's going through my mind right now." There was a lustful growl in Drake's voice. He teased her only for a moment, by rubbing his now very hard cock against Pyrrha's pussy, which made the redhead's cheeks flush the same color as her hair. Despite how playful she was up until this point, it always amazed Drake that she could be so demure right before he was inside of her.
His hips came forward, pushing the head of his cock into her. Slowly, very slowly, he pushed in. Pyrrha's moans were very soft, her eyes had shut, and her arms wrapped tightly about his neck and shoulders. Finally, when Pyrrha's legs had wrapped about his waist, was he fully inside of her. Just over a foot in length, his cock had actually made a small bulge in Pyrrha's stomach. Something that always amazed the Mistrali, though Drake never understood why that was.
Pyrrha let out a gasping moan when Drake's hips began to thrust. His pace was slow, but at Pyrrha's request when they first began their sexual escapades, he was rough. His pace would quicken however the longer this went on. Her nails ran along his back and shoulder blades, leaving long red lines in the dragon Faunus' skin. He had hit a particular sweet spot, though granted he was aiming for it, which made her utter a louder sounding moan.
Several more slow but hard thrusts against Pyrrha's sweet spot, and her legs had begun shaking. Though they were still wrapped tightly about his waist. She found herself slipping off the wall, to be pressed to the floor. Pyrrha's lips were against his seconds later, her tongue swirling about his, but Drake soon dominated the kiss, as the sound of his hips slapping against hers began to echo around the changing room, mingling with her moaning.
When Drake pulled away from the kiss, a small smirk had crossed his face. There were little pink hearts in Pyrrha's eyes. He hadn't realized that was a thing until he and Pyrrha began seeing quite a lot of one another. Believing that was just an artist's way of showing how much someone was enjoying themselves during the act, whenever he read Ninja's of Love. Happy to be proven wrong, his thrusts became faster, yet still maintained their roughness, much to Pyrrha's delight. She definitely wasn't going to be able to walk by the time he was finished.
With the way that she was clenched about his cock, Pyrrha wasn't going to last much longer, and only a few seconds later, the Mistrali let out a moan akin to a scream. It rang about the room, and also made two feline Faunus cat ears twitch despite being on the other side of the school. However, just because Pyrrha had reached climax, did not mean they were finished. She soon found her legs were parallel with her head when she was transitioned into a mating press. Drake's favorite position to take her in, which was very quickly becoming hers as well. He was somehow able to reach deeper into her with his cock, whenever the two were in this particular position.
Having just reached climax however, Pyrrha was extremely sensitive, but was in no position to tell her partner to stop. And even if she could, she wouldn't. Having actively encouraged Drake to overstimulate her. It was incredible stress relief, even if she couldn't walk straight for the next few hours. Her eyes were rolling back in her head, and her lips were turning up in an overstimulated smile, but still Drake didn't stop. Even as he felt his own climax building, he didn't stop, until with what sounded like a roar, he hilted his cock inside of Pyrrha. His hot seed filled her. Flooding her womb, filling her with his seed, yet preventing any from spilling out.
Drake's forehead gently pressed against Pyrrha's, the two were now catching their breath after Drake's way of thanking her for ridding him of his splitting headache. "Maybe, we should head back to the dorms now…?"
Pyrrha shook her head. Still able to process rational thought, she pulled him into another deep kiss, though it lasted but a moment before pulling away. "Round two…?"