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Blakemail (Jaune X Blake)

Summary: Blake overhears Jaune's confession about his transcripts instead of Cardin. Seeing the golden opportunity for what it is, she makes Jaune an offer he cannot refuse.

Blake hissed in anger as she stormed through the mostly deserted hallways of Beacon. Anyone in the vicinity easily noticed her bad mood and gave her a wide berth while praying for whichever poor soul would push Mt Belladonna to go volcanic.

Blake herself was completely unaware of the aura she was putting out, her ire directed fully at her 'team'. Weiss was being a Schnee again and Yang's infernal puns had worn out their welcome long ago, not that the blonde noticed. Ruby was fine, but she wasn't exactly doing much to help the situation either.

"Stupid Yang, I am not a sexually frustrated grumpy cat nor do I need to get laid!" She growled, annoyance oozing from every word. Some days she wondered what her team were even doing in Beacon.

Ruby wanted to become a hero and save others, which was fine, but Weiss and Yang? What were they doing here? Weiss made no secret that she intended to take over the SDC in the future so what exactly was she doing in a huntsmen academy instead of business school? And Yang seemed to treat everything like a joke sometimes. It was vexing to say the least.

Unbidden, her feet carried her to the roof, she paused at the door when she heard shouting from beyond. The voice was familiar and it took her a moment to pin a name to it. 'Is that Jaune?'

"I mean I didn't go to combat school! I didn't pass any tests! I didn't earn my spot at this academy! I lied! I got my hands on some fake transcripts, and I lied!"

Blake flinched and her hand pulled away from the door knob as though she'd been burnt. That was… unexpected, yet it made so much sense too in regards to his poor performance in class.

As Jaune continued his tirade, Blake continued listening in, eavesdropping wasn't polite, but if he felt the need to shout like that, well not her fault if she could listen in. Even as Jaune ranted, her mind was already churning out ideas and a smile graced her face.

"I can work with this." She whispered to herself.

"Hello Jaune, nice that you could make it on time." Blake greeted once Jaune stepped into the empty classroom.

"Uh, you uh, you wanted to see me?" Jaune scratched the back of his head nervously.

"Yes, I did. You see, while I was walking about near the roof yesterday, I heard something… interesting." Blake's enigmatic smile sent a shiver down Jaune's spine.

"Oh uh, that's… that's great?" Jaune hedged.

"Mmmm… you're a lot more daring than I gave you credit for… sneaking into Beacon with fake transcripts." Blake said nonchalantly and Jaune started coughing immediately.

"W-what!? Hahahha… you joke. I have no idea what you're talking about." Jaune paled and laughed nervously.

"Oh? I'm wrong? Then I suppose I can go check with Professor Goodwitch about it, can't I?" Blake started heading for the door and Jaune panicked, as predicted.

"W-wait! Don't!" He reached out and grabbed Blake's arm to stop her.

"Oh? Surely if they're not fake then you have nothing to worry about… right?" Blake challenged.

"Alright! So I cheated my way into Beacon! B-but you can't tell Goodwitch!" Jaune sputtered.

"I don't know…" Blake began.

"Informing her sounds like the right thing to do. But, I'll let you try and convince me to not do so. First off, why are you here? Civilians don't just sneak into huntsmen academies you know. And don't lie, I'll know if you do." Blake asked, she'd heard quite a bit last night, but she wanted to hear him explain it in person.

"I… I just want to live up to my family legacy. My father, grandfather, great grandfather… they were all heroes. I'm just… me. A-and they… they won't train me so I ran away from home and came here with fake transcripts, Beacon is the one chance I have left to try and be something, to try and follow their example and help others. I-I can't quit now." Jaune said bitterly.

Blake held her tongue while Jaune poured his heart out. To think they shared such a similarity, Ghira and Kali hadn't exactly been enthused with her decision to be a faunus rights activist, and she had no doubt about what their opinion on her running away to join the White Fang was either. And now both Jaune and herself were here in Beacon trying to improve themselves.

But, her issues could be settled in the future, the far, far future. For now, this was about Jaune. "Mmhmm, but I still don't see why I shouldn't tell Professor Goodwitch about it. You say you're here to become a huntsman and follow in your family's footsteps, but you're sleeping in class, not paying attention and I'm not sure if you've improved in combat at all."

Jaune winced as Blake tore into him, unable to truly refute her statements. It wasn't like he wasn't putting in effort, it was just… difficult to get used to life in Beacon after coming from a civilian background.

"But… I did say I'd let you try and convince me. Talk is cheap, action counts." Blake said, Jaune's spine tingled again when she smiled.

"W-what do you want me to do?" Jaune stammered.

"Nothing much. Just ah… a few small favours here and there. In exchange for not informing Goodwitch, I think it's a fair bargain."

"You… you're blackmailing me!?" Jaune's eyes widened.

"Blackmail is such an ugly word. I'm just making you an offer you cannot refuse." Blake chuckled.

"If you want to stay in Beacon… I'm sure you know the correct answer, don't you Jaune?"

"…Alright, I'll do what you want." Jaune bowed his head in defeat.

"Good boy. Now, about the training schedule." Blake piped up.

"…What?"

Crocea Mors flashed through the air as Jaune swung with all his might. The silver blade bit deep into Blake's neck and cleaved through it cleanly, a spike of panic shot through Jaune at the unexpected fatal blow.

"Ah-" Jaune dropped his guard for a split second from the shock, then the clone faded away like a mirage. His eyes widened at the sight and he spun around trying to find the real Blake.

It was too late. Gambol Shroud's ribbon had already wrapped around his right foot and he was swept off his feet by an almost casual tug from the amused girl.

"Too slow Jaune. And how many times are you going to fall for that trick?" Blake placed her hands on her hips and looked down at the groaning figure at her feet.

"Excuse me for worrying I accidentally killed a friend." Jaune groaned, his back was seriously starting to hurt from being knocked off his feet so many times.

"This isn't fair, you have a semblance and I don't." He complained.

"Of course it's not fair. It's not supposed to be fair. Do you think your enemies will play fair? Do you think the Grimm will? I can assure you, they will not." Blake chided.

"Yeah, yeah…" Jaune struck without warning, swiping at her with Crocea Mors from his position.

"Good, good, you're learning." Blake smiled and leaned backwards, allowing the strike to sail past her harmlessly. Training him was actually going a lot smoother than she thought, the boy was a quick study and actually absorbed knowledge like a sponge, his in-class performance… that was probably just because it was Oobleck and Port to be honest.

"But not quite good enough yet." She proceeded to kick the sword out of Jaune's hand and then plant a knee on his chest. This time, Gambol Shroud's blade rested at his throat.

"Alright, alright! I give! I give!" Jaune groaned as Blake's knee drove the wind out of his lungs and signalled his body to remind him of every ache and pain he was suffering from.

"Good boy. Now we only have a few days left before combat class rotations put you against Cardin again. Don't forget our deal Jaune." Blake said, finding herself enjoying their arrangement a lot more than she thought she would.

"Ugh, owowowow… yeah, I remember. Just kick his ass and preferably humiliate him or you'll tell Goodwitch. But can't you beat him yourself?" Jaune muttered.

"I can, but that defeats the purpose. Winchester is many things, a pathetic bully most of all. And that's where you come in, I want to see him squirm when his victims rise up and throw him down, feed him a taste of his own oppression. It's more than just winning, it's about justice!" Blake declared, fire burning in her eyes.

"O-okay! You're taking this very personally." Jaune squeaked. Somehow Blake was more into tearing down Cardin than he was.

"Maybe it is." Blake shrugged. Cardin was exactly the kind of person she joined the White Fang to fight against in the first place, even if she wasn't part of them anymore, old habits died hard. She'd seen him bully Velvet for no reason other than she was a faunus, was openly racist and picked on others just because he felt he had some measure of power. Having Jaune rise up and bring him down was just karmic justice really.

"Just don't forget what's at stake." Blake said, delighting in the small flash of nervousness in Jaune's eyes. Of course, she didn't plan on really ratting him out, but he didn't need to know that. Something about the power she wielded over Jaune was addictive though, that rush in her veins wasn't something she could deny.

'Hmm... am I becoming as bad as those-no of course not, this is for his own good. He lacks self-discipline so he needs… motivation from outside. Carrot and the stick.' Blake thought to herself.

'Although, I haven't given him any carrots yet, have I?'

"I remember, thanks anyways for training me. And uh… can you get off me now?" Jaune asked when Blake continued kneeling on him without making any motion to leave.

Blake tilted her head quizzically and stared at Jaune. Her breathing was beginning to speed up and images from her books started popping into her mind. A forbidden romance between a shinobi student and his more experienced teacher with dark secrets of her own, that had been one of her favourite plots. 'Huh. Maybe Yang was right. I really am sexually frustrated.'

"Blake? You're starting to scare me." Jaune said, noticing the predatory smile on her face and hearing alarm bells go off inside.

Blake chuckled and rose to her feet dusting herself off and allowing Jaune to do the same. "Oh, I was just thinking, maybe you need a little more… motivation to win."

"Urk! I-I'm good!" Jaune squeaked, not looking forwards to anymore blackmail from his self-declared sensei.

"Relax Jaune, you have enough motivation not to lose already. But not losing isn't quite the same as absolutely crushing Cardin. I think you'll enjoy this actually, and again, what part of always be vigilant for an attack did you not get?" Blake asked before knocking Jaune flat on his back again with an unexpected shove and then tying him up with Gambol Shroud.

"Oh come on!" Jaune complained while struggling in his bonds.

"An attack can come from anywhere, anytime, remember that. Still, I will admit you have come a long way since we started, so here's a little… reward for your hard work." Blake licked her lips and knelt down once Jaune had ceased his struggling to look at her in confusion.

"Oof!" Jaune grunted as the air was driven from his lungs when Blake planted her dare he say, amazing, posterior on his chest.

Then he became acutely aware of a stroking sensation down by his groin, and his body was reacting to it, much to his horror. "Blake! You-ahh!"

"Ho hoh, so you've been hiding your real sword down here?" Blake grinned and freed Jaune's erection from its confines, marvelling at the rod of flesh sticking straight up and twitching in the cool air.

"Not bad, not bad at all." She praised and leaned over, grinding her ass into his chest to get a better angle. Her long hair fell around her face and landed on Jaune's dick, tickling it and drawing out an anguished groan from her student.

"Ohgodohgodohgodohgod…" Jaune mumbled as the wholly new sensations threatened to drown him in paradise. His groaning ceased in a strangled gasp when Blake wrapped her lips around his member and then slid all the way down to his base.

Warm, wet and that amazing suction, Blake had granted him a view into heaven and it was pure bliss. Still tied up and pinned under the legendary Bellabooty, Jaune closed his eyes and resolved to just enjoy it all.

Obscene slurping filled the classroom as Blake continued bobbing her head up and down, sucking on her treat with all the force she could muster. Finally pulling off with a 'plop' to draw breath, she glanced towards Jaune's flushed face and grinned. "Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes!" Jaune cried out.

"Shall we stop here for today? It's getting late."

"NO!"

Blake chuckled at the sheer desperation in his voice, reaching down, she began stroking him slowly, keeping him at full mast. "Oh fine, I'm such a generous teacher, aren't I?"

Then she leaned over and planted a soft smooch on Jaune's dick, feeling it throb in response. Grinning, she stuck out her tongue and began lapping at it furiously, occasionally pausing to sandwich the tip between her lips and suck.

Her hands weren't idle during this time either, they wrapped around his balls and shaft, massaging them relentlessly and searching out every weak spot before attacking in force. Under the combined assault of her mouth and hands, Jaune was rapidly reduced to a moaning wreck only capable of uttering gibberish.

"About to cum Jaune? You need to work on your stamina, how else are you going to become a great huntsman?" Blake chided, still adopting the persona of a teacher. She could feel the throbbing in his dick and knew he was just a few licks away from blowing.

Jaune's only response was another inarticulate moan as Blake kept up the assault on his member and removed his capacity for rational thought.

Blake pulled away from Jaune's weeping cock, letting him stew for a moment. Then she sucked it down all the way to the base, inadvertently burying her nose in his pubic hair.

"Cum." That one word from Blake drove Jaune over the edge. Already drowning in the incredible heat and suction of her blowjob, the vibrations from her single word resonated through his entire member, destroying what little self-control he had left.

Jaune's world went white as he came, unloading a deluge of sticky goop right down Blake's throat. A happy moan escaped him as the suction didn't relent, Blake continued to gulp down every bit of his spunk and did her level best to milk him dry.

Once Blake was sure Jaune could cum no more and she had sucked out every bit remaining in his dick, she lifted her head slowly, keeping her lips firmly affixed to his dick and dragging them along his shaft. Another moan of pure bliss graced her ears for her efforts.

Once she reached the tip, she gave one final mighty suck that had Jaune gasping for breath before ending with a small kiss.

"Enjoy yourself down there Jaune?" She asked, eyes glinting with mischief.

"Yessss…" Jaune groaned. He didn't know what brought this on, but he was reasonably sure he'd bow down and kiss the ground she walked on if she offered to do it again in the future.

"Good. You've had your fun, now my turn." Blake rose and stripped off her white shorts and underwear, leaving her bare from waist down save her stockings.

Jaune gulped as he was given a vision of perfection. A small tuft of neatly trimmed black hair sat above perfectly proportioned lips that were the prettiest pink. Pink that sparkled in the light as she was practically leaking from arousal.

"Like what you see Jaune?" Blake puffed out her chest with pride. She might not be as busty as her partner or have Weiss's elegance, but right now, none of that mattered. From the expression of pure worship on his face, she knew she'd sunk her claws in deep, and she wasn't letting go anytime soon.

"Yes. Yes. Gods yes." Jaune whispered in awe, his eyes firmly affixed to the first pussy he'd ever seen in real life.

"Mmhmm, now start licking." Blake knelt over Jaune's face and pushed her pussy right into it.

Jaune obliged wholeheartedly, but not before taking a big whiff of the sweet, sweet fragrance that was Blake Belladonna. It was wonderful, she smelt absolutely wonderful. He spent several seconds just staring at the pink lips hovering right in front of his face, licking his dry lips, then he dived in with reckless abandon.

"Ahhh! Yeessss… that's… ahhh! Don't stoooop!" Blake moaned as Jaune lashed her pussy with his tongue. Her fingers didn't even come close to what he was doing. Unable to help herself, her legs closed around Jaune's head, squeezing him gently between her thighs and she began grinding down into him.

With her thighs covering his ears, Blake's words were largely incomprehensible to Jaune, but there was no missing the meaning behind them. Jaune grinned and double his efforts, stabbing his tongue deeper into Blake's folds, feeling her walls squeeze down around it in an attempt to expel the intruder.

And if Blake smelt good, she tasted even better. Honey was pouring out of her like a leaky faucet, and Jaune lapped up every drop, refusing to let any of it go to waste. Withdrawing his tongue from her depths, he planted a full kiss on her lower lips, then started sucking like his life depended on it. The answering moan and sudden deluge of juices gave Jaune the confidence to continue his work.

Blake hunched over, breathing hard as her student brought her closer and closer to her own orgasm. Her hands reached down and grabbed his messy hair tightly, finding handholds in them and pulling, dragging him as deeply into her as she could.

Jaune grunted from the sudden pain but made no complaint, with Blake pulling on his hair, he had even better access to her delicious pussy now. Nuzzling into Blake, his nose rubbed up against a hard little nub right above her lips. The ragged gasp and low groan from Blake gave him pause.

'Oh? She liked that, did she? This… this must be her clit. Well then, let's see how she likes this!' Jaune thought to himself and began ruthlessly attacking the little nub with his tongue. Mixing long licks with short jabs, he made Blake cry out in ecstasy and the way she moaned in name with so much want…

"Yes! There! Right there!" Blake hissed out as the pleasure mounted.

"You're ahh! Learning faaast uuhg… g-good boy…" Blake praised, it was getting harder and harder to formulate any kind of sentence with the shocks of pleasure running through her system. Her tongue lolled out and she was panting hard, so close, so close! Just a bit more and-

Her eyes widened to the absolute limit and a soundless scream left her when Jaune delivered the coup de grace. Finally done licking and sucking on her diamond hard clit, he applied his teeth and delivered a small nibble to finish her off.

Blake howled as her orgasm hit, a flood of her juices spilled all over Jaune's face, as though attempting to drown him in it. She'd never felt so… alive until this very moment. Her body shuddered as her climax robbed her of her strength and left her powerless to do anything but hunch over and ride out the high.

And Jaune himself? He was still trapped between Blake's legs, face pushed up into her overflowing cunt. Being the diligent boy that he was, he immediately began lapping at her pussy again, cleaning it up and scarfing down every bit of honey available. His licking sent aftershocks through Blake, her still sensitive flesh fully appreciative of his efforts.

It was an enjoyable torment that delayed her recovery, but eventually she regained the strength to pull herself away from Jaune and stagger to her feet. "G-good boy. Very good boy."

"So, how did I do?" Jaune gave her a shit eating grin and Blake snorted in amusement.

"Three out of ten."

"What!? Bullshit!" Jaune denied.

"One for performance, two extra points for effort." She chided, enjoying the disbelieving look on his face.

"You have a long way to go my apprentice. Good thing we have a lot of time left to practice, don't we?" She smiled predatorily at him.

"Oh? Oh. Oh!" Jaune flushed once he realised what she was getting at.

"Consider this a… taste of things to come. If you do well against Cardin the next time you fight him… well, maybe I'll be the one tied up while you have your fun. Would you like that Jaune?" Blake asked. The furious nodding got her grin to widen.

"Then you know what you need to do?"

"Cardin's a dead man." Jaune promised with full seriousness.

Choking noises pierced the silence of the stunned classroom. Jaune grinned as the struggling intensified, there was no escaping this, victory was his. "Shhhh… no talking now, just sleep."

Tightening the garrotte around Cardin's neck, the bully's eyes bulged as Jaune cut off his air supply and left him struggling to breathe. His hands alternated between scrabbling at the thin wire digging into his flesh and flailing helplessly trying to get to Jaune.

"W-What do you think you're doing!? Let him go now!" Goodwitch roared and Jaune glanced at her.

"Do I win if I do?"

"NO! LET HIM GO THIS INSTANT!" Aura flared around the professor as she prepared to intervene.

"Fine." Jaune shrugged and released the wire, allowing Cardin to fall to his knees, choking and gasping for that life-giving air.

"I totally won that by the way."

"What is wrong with you!?" Goodwitch snapped at him.

"I'm trying to win? That's the point of this class, right?" Jaune replied.

"Damn you Jauney-boy! Fight fair!" Cardin staggered back to his feet and readied his mace with one hand, his other reached up to grab at his sore neck.

"I think I am. You have a mace with a dust crystal that can cause explosions, I just have a sword and shield, it's unfair to me to fight you head on. Choking out an opponent is perfectly acceptable in tournaments too. What? Am I supposed to handicap myself because you're weak? All talk and no show Cardin, pathetic." Jaune taunted, utilizing everything Blake taught him to get under his skin. An angry opponent was a stupid opponent, and a stupid opponent was a dead one.

"ARRRCCCC!" Cardin roared and charged at Jaune. That frenzied charge soon became an out of control dance when Jaune spilled a bag of marbles at his feet. It ended with him falling over and hitting the ground hard.

"What's the matter, can't even walk right now? How did I ever lose to you?" Jaune mocked again, looking over to Blake who gave him a small nod of approval. Time for the finishing blow.

"After watching you, I've learnt the best time to kick a man is when he's down, right between the legs, as hard as you can." His words caused alarm bells to sound in everyone's head, Goodwitch's hand was already starting to raise for an intervention.

She was too late.

Jaune's leg snapped up and then came down in a brutal heel drop… right on top of Cardin's balls, Winchester's aura shattered instantly. Cardin's mouth opened wide in a soundless scream of pure agony, he folded in on himself, curling up into foetal position before falling into merciful unconsciousness.

"I win." Jaune gave a mock bow to the class and walked past a stunned Goodwitch.

"You told me to stop rushing in like a fool and use my head professor, so I did. Thank you for the advice."

"It's always the quiet ones." Jaune muttered and shook his head with barely restrained glee. After the one-sided thrashing delivered to Cardin, Blake had immediately sent him a message to find her in an empty unused dorm later at night.

Now that he was here, another piece of heaven greeted him. The four unused beds in the room had been pushed together, and Blake lay in the centre of that, completely naked save her ever-present bow. But best of all, she was all tied up with a red ball gag between her lips to finish the picture.

"How'd you even manage to tie yourself up like that?" Jaune asked once the door was securely locked and began disrobing himself.

"Hmmf, mmpghr mmph mmmrg…" Blake's words were impossible to understand but the annoyance in her eyes got the message to 'shut up and fuck me already' across.

"Alright, alright, no need to get angry." Jaune raised his hands in surrender. A happy laugh escaped him anyways as he joined her on the mega bed and began crawling towards her bound form.

This wasn't the first time they'd be banging, they'd crossed that line on the very next training session after that glorious first. But, this was the first time he wasn't tied down and at Blake's mercy.

"Someone's excited." Jaune commented as he placed his face close to her dripping twat, content to just inhale her wonderful scent. The angry hissing and slight struggling from Blake elicited another laugh from Jaune.

"Then excuse me." Jaune began planting small kisses along her thighs, nibbling on them occasionally and leaving small love bites. Slowly moving upwards, he deliberately skipped over her aching cunt to just lick around it. The low needy moan from her was music to his ears and only inspired him to continue his teasing.

Once Blake had been reduced to a quivering mess, Jaune decided he'd tortured her enough. Bringing both hands up to gently massage her slit, he pried it open with both thumbs to reveal the pretty pink insides. Rubbing his nose against her hardened clit, Jaune gave her pussy a smooch and then began attacking it in earnest with his tongue.

"MMMRGGHPPHH!" Blake yelled into her gag and bucked her hips. Her eyes rolled back and drool began seeping out as Jaune expertly hit all her weak points. After so many sessions of practice, he'd figured out her most sensitive spots and became a master at exploiting them.

Jaune drove his tongue deep into her folds, squirming about inside relentlessly and causing Blake to buck, pushing his tongue even deeper inside. Jaune loved every second of it, but now it was time to end it, his dick was aching and demanded its turn to be sheathed inside her.

Withdrawing his tongue, he grinned and flicked her bean with his fingers several times. Wrapping his lips around it, he sucked on it as hard as he could, drawing Blake up with him. Applying his teeth next, he bit down and then pulled off, scraping all along her abused clit.

"MMMMRRRPGGGHHH!" Blake's eyes snapped open from the mix of pain and pleasure, howling at the top of her lungs as she came explosively. Her body formed a perfect arch as she squirted all over Jaune's face, holding there for several seconds until it gave out and she collapsed back onto the bed, completely spent.

Jaune dutifully lapped up her essence, once he was done, he gave her lower lips several more kisses. Looking up into Blake's glassy eyes, he crawled up and then rested fully on top of the smaller girl.

"I like the gag, but I want to hear you scream my name Blake." He reached up and removed the red ball, allowing her to speak freely again.

"Don't-don't get too full of yourself Jaune." Blake said, gold eyes glaring into his blue ones.

"Sure, you can be full of me instead." Jaune chuckled and then shoved his dick in with one thrust, burying himself deep.

"You ahh! You've been spending t-too much time around Y-Yang." Blake stammered, trying her hardest not to let what Jaune was doing to her show on her face.

"Blondes gotta ugh stick together right?" Jaune grunted and began thrusting away, ploughing her with everything he had. His dick slid in and out of her soaking twat easily, the wet heat surrounding him making it difficult to keep from blowing his load early.

She was tight, so, so very tight. Every thrust felt like pushing aside mountains of hot silk, and when he drew back, her walls would squeeze tight around him, trying to hold him in place and not let him go. And the deeper in he got, the tighter it was, with so much pressure on his tip, it was like she was trying to milk him of all his cum.

"She's a baaaad aaaah influence on aaahhh there! Right there!" Blake lost her train of thoughts when Jaune began sucking on her right breast, occasionally biting down on her nipple. Her left didn't go neglected either, Jaune's hand was busy massaging it, playing around with her other nipple with pinches that had her feeling lightheaded.

"Jaaauuunnneee…" She moaned, struggling in her binds, unable to muster the strength to break free.

"Ack, Blake, St… stop moving so much, it's ahhh! Hard not to bust a nut right now!" Jaune grunted as he felt her pussy walls clamp down on him. Every struggle caused it to squeeze down again reflexively and massage his throbbing cock.

He wouldn't be able to hold off cumming for very much longer. That was the point of course, but he wanted to drag this out, savour this for as long as he could.

"JAAUUNNEE!" Blake screamed his name and in a sudden surge of strength, snapped the ropes holding her arms down. They came up and wrapped around him, nails digging into his back and carving furrows into it.

"Kuh!" Jaune grunted from the sudden pain, eyes blazing and meeting Blake's lidded gaze, he ramped up his efforts, pounding into her with even more speed and force than before.

The bed frame creaked ominously under them as Jaune slammed his lips against Blake's pushing his tongue into her mouth and wrestling with hers.

"Mmmghh mmm mpphhh!" Blake allowed herself to be swept up into the kiss, her blissful moans stirring up something feral inside Jaune.

Hands leaving her breasts to grab her ass instead, Jaune marvelled at the soft yet firm booty he held. Another time, he'd plunder them another time, right now he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold on.

"It's coming. Ah! I… I can't hold it anymore! Here comes your creampie Blake!" Jaune shouted and squeezed her ass tightly, holding it in place as he slammed down one final time, pushing in as deeply as he could.

"Aaaaah…" Blake moaned as she felt Jaune spill his seed inside her. It burned all the way down and she reached her own orgasm, pussy squeezing down tight to milk Jaune of everything he had left. Rope after rope of sticky cum filled insides and a giddy smile plastered itself on her face.

Spent from the orgasm, Jaune collapsed on top of Blake, pinning her beneath him in a reversal of their first time. Tired sapphire eyes gazed into amused amber ones as both of them lay there, basking in each other's warmth.

"So, how did I do?" Jaune broke the silence.

"Five. Five out of ten this time. two for performance but t-three for effort this time." Blake breathed out.

"L-long way to go Jaune. Don't be too proud of yourself yet."

"Yeesh, you're a more demanding teacher than Goodwitch." Jaune chuckled and gave her a kiss on her lips, one she reciprocated instantly.

"Hmmph, one of us has to have standards." Blake said once they broke away to breathe.

"You better keep improving or else Goodwitch gets a little tip off about your transcripts, got that?"

"Are we still doing this blackmail thing?" Jaune scratched his cheek, Blake's threats didn't really hold much water, he figured that out a while back.

"You lack self-discipline Jaune. Without proper motivation you'll just fall back into your old habits, and as your teacher, I won't sit by and let that happen." Blake said, adopting her teacher persona again.

"Hey! I'll have you know I'm plenty motivated." Jaune fired back.

"Let me prove it to you." His dick was already starting to reharden inside her, and he began thrusting again to speed up the process.

"Ahh! Already!? Wait. Wait! Jaune! I'm not- waaaittaaaahhh!"

Their moans and grunts and the slapping of flesh on flesh continued throughout the rest of the night.