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Serving the Schnees Part 1 (Jaune X The Schnees)
Summary: To help his family pay the bills, Jaune works as a butler for the Schnee family. While hardly an easy job, it's certainly got perks no other employer offers.
Jaune hummed quietly as he set the table, carefully laying out the plates and cutlery as neatly as he could. The cooks would be finished with breakfast prep soon and the smell alone would draw in the horde. Hungry Schnees were never in a pleasant mood and he had no intention on giving them any reason to be pissed off at him this early in the morning.
"Okay, all done. Floor's mopped, table's set, just food now… which isn't my problem." Jaune dusted his hands off and gave the dining room one last inspection. When he found nothing out of place, he huffed in satisfaction before leaving.
His early morning duties were nearly complete, all that was left was to wake Weiss and make sure the sleepyhead was awake enough for her concert later. Fortunately or unfortunately, it was being held in Atlas proper, that meant Weiss wouldn't be spending the night in a hotel somewhere and returning in the morning.
Oh no, she'd be returning home for a good night's rest… and that meant he had to stay awake until she returned. Tomorrow was going to suck. Jaune sighed, hoping fervently that they'd have a slow morning tomorrow so he could steal a quick nap before things got hectic again.
Rapping lightly on Weiss's door, Jaune waited a few seconds for a response. None was forthcoming as expected, there was no way in hell Weiss would be awake this early after all. Shrugging, he quietly slipped in before shutting the door and locking it behind him.
Heavy curtains kept the first rays of dawn at bay, the only illumination in the room coming from a small green lava lamp on her dresser. He remembered that one, Ruby and Yang had gotten it for Weiss's eighteenth birthday, thanks to a series of unfortunate coincidences, it was the only one of her gifts to survive that 'party'. On the bright side, everyone knew not to allow Nora to chug coffee and whiskey at the same time now.
Turning his attention to Weiss herself, Jaune couldn't help but snicker. The usually prim and proper heiress was sprawled all over her bed, snoring away without a care in the world. Ah, if her fans ever saw her like this, her image would shatter instantly.
"Hmmph, good thing no one else can see this." Jaune reached down and ran a hand through her messy bed hair before caressing her cheek softly. Weiss grunted softly and shifted slightly, leaning further into his touch.
"There's my snow angel." Jaune leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her lips.
Stepping back, he started undoing the buttons on his clothes, quickly stripping off the stuffy butler uniform with practiced ease. Once the shirt was off, he undid his belt and dropped his pants in one motion, freeing his hardon to spring to attention in the chilly morning air.
As his dad used to say, it was best to start every day with a bang. Jaune chuckled and crawled onto the bed, sliding right up to Weiss. "Somehow I don't think this is what he meant though… then again I do have seven sisters. Eh."
Giving her another chaste peck on the lips, Jaune started trailing kisses down her neck and bare shoulders. Oh, how he yearned to nip at the sensitive skin, but with Weiss's concert later, leaving any love bites behind was a strict no-no.
Jaune sighed and pulled away before temptation could get the better of him, he was a butler of the Schnee family, their wellbeing came before his own desires. Well, at least the restriction didn't apply to any part of her that wasn't visible to the public, it left him plenty to play with.
Jaune ran a finger down her side, feeling the contours of her body before slipping under her silk nightgown. "Oh? What's this?"
Jaune's eyes widened when he found nothing but bare flesh under the thin fabric. His sweet little snow angel had forgone panties for the night, how deliciously naughty of her. Her shoulders and lips had been soft and cool to the touch, but down here though, ah… what a wonderous warmth.
Jaune chuckled under his breath and shifted downwards to claim his prize. Weiss's nightgown had hitched upwards in her sleep, exposing her thighs and a hint of her ass, it only just barely hid her most private bits from view. But given how thin the material was, it might as well not have been there.
Prying her legs apart with his hands, Jaune dipped his head under her nightgown, all but shoving his face in her pussy. Pretty, pink and perfect, that's how he'd describe it, unable to help himself, Jaune stuck out his tongue and dragged it along her slit before flicking it over the little bean at the end.
"Mrhg…" Weiss shuddered and tensed up for a brief moment, then relaxed. Jaune shook his head and tutted in faux disappointment, so something like this wasn't enough to wake her, in that case, he couldn't be blamed for resorting to more intensive methods to wake her, now could he?
Nuzzling against Weiss's inner thighs, Jaune started kissing them, starting out with quick little pecks before ramping up to sloppy wet kisses with the occasional nibble. While Weiss managed to weather the assault without waking, she was starting to stir, trying to toss and turn to escape but Jaune stymied all of her efforts.
When he finally pulled back to breathe, Weiss's thighs were soaked with a mix of his drool and her own juices. The Schnee heiress remained asleep, although not for very much longer he wagered, Weiss was moaning gibberish and her legs were kicking weakly in the air, desperate for a pleasure he wasn't granting her.
Reaching out with two fingers, Jaune ran them over the tufts of white hair above her pussy. It'd been neatly trimmed into the two crescents of the Arc symbol and Jaune couldn't help but feel weirdly touched by the gesture.
Not lingering on it for too long, his fingers slid downwards, rubbing over her pussy lips. Up and down, up and down, up and down, nice, slow rhythmic motions that had Weiss unconsciously thrusting upwards, trying to get him to push his digits in deeper.
Jaune obliged, flipping his hand over, he stabbed his fingers into Weiss's well used cunt, sinking them up to the knuckles. Weiss gasped and tensed up, muttering something incomprehensible, her fingers curled and gripping onto the sheets tightly.
"Sweet dreams Weiss?" Jaune wondered aloud, then curled his fingers into a hook and began rigorously massaging her inner walls, searching for her g-spot. The effect was immediate, Weiss cried out and whipped her head from side to side, her entire body shuddered under Jaune's relentless fingering.
But just before she could cum, Jaune withdrew, receiving a mewl of dissatisfaction in return. Holding his fingers up to the light for inspection, Jaune smiled and nodded. "Alright, you're wet enough now."
Spreading her legs open wider, Jaune crawled until his body lay over hers. Weiss's face was now flushed and her breathing came in ragged gasps, just the way he liked it. Grabbing his cock, Jaune rubbed it up and down her slit, getting it nice and wet with her juices.
Instead of spearing in instantly, he sucked in a deep breath and slowly lowered himself, entering inch by painful inch. Only once he was fully enveloped by Weiss's hot and wet cunt did he allow himself to exhale. Her walls sealed around him, squeezing and massaging his dick without him even needing to move. A perfect fit, but that was to be expected considering how many times he'd pounded her into the mattress, her pussy had been moulded to be the perfect receptacle for his cock long ago.
"Ugh… fuck yes. God I love this," Jaune groaned. His strength was already starting to desert him, just being inside Weiss was enough to make his knees go weak. The urge to just lie there and enjoy the sensation of being enveloped was a siren song that only got stronger over time, it felt almost too good to resist.
Slowly pulling out of her until only the tip remained inside, Jaune bit his lip to keep from crying out, the loss of the tight warmth was almost painful. Inhaling deeply, Jaune held the position there for a few seconds, then slammed back down as fast as he could, going balls deep instantly. Then he was pumping away like a jackhammer, fucking Weiss with everything he had.
"Achrgh!?" Weiss snapped awake with an incoherent cry. Her confusion and shock were quickly washed away when Jaune started fucking her in earnest. "Jaune! Y-you agh! You bastard! Fuck!"
"Good morning Weiss. Did you sleep well?" Jaune asked, his shit-eating grin proudly on display. Weiss cussing him out was music to his ears, every time the proud 'ice queen' broke down into a gibbering slutty mess was a moment to be savoured.
"I was… I was ahf h-having a good dream, then you interrupted it!" Weiss sputtered out, trying and failing to maintain her composure. It wasn't fair, they'd played this game so many times that he knew all her weak spots already and she just couldn't win anymore. Where the heck had the easily flustered goofball she snagged gone? Only the goofball part was left, that oh so important easily flustered bit had vanished completely to her chagrin.
"Oh? And who were you dreaming about hmm?" Jaune raised an eyebrow in question. Before she could answer, he'd already started fondling her breasts through her nightie, pinching and pulling on the erect nipples that protruded through the thin fabric.
"Y-you dick, d-don't get so full of yourself damnit! You're still just a…a butleeerrr aahhh!" Weiss moaned as her orgasm washed over her before she could react. It was cheating! Getting her all hot and bothered while she was still asleep, then using that head start to steamroll her once she was awake.
"Heh, you're the one full of… me… right… now…" Jaune grunted, Weiss had clamped down hard when she came. Her pussy gripped his cock with a vice like grip, making it hard to continue pistonning into her.
"Gah! Shut up Jaune, your jokes suck," Weiss said, struggling to rein in her breathing as numerous aftershocks had her seeing stars. Her legs were jelly and her hips nothing but dead weight, all she could do was lie there and let Jaune pound away.
"Don't care, made you cum." Jaune rolled his eyes before crushing his lips against hers and shoving his tongue into her mouth. Whatever argument Weiss wanted to throw back was reduced to muffled gibberish as their tongues duelled.
When Jaune felt his release near, he didn't bother fighting it. It was almost time for breakfast and the time for fun was nearly at an end. Tensing up, he felt the pressure build and build until it hit a peak and then he came with a groan.
Weiss arched her back the moment she felt Jaune cum inside. Rope after rope after rope of burning semen spurted into her cunt, filling her with warmth and bringing her to her second orgasm of the morning.
Both spent for the moment, they simply lay there, basking in one another's warmth as the afterglow faded. Weiss muttered something too softly for Jaune to hear and snuggled in closer, her eyes drooping shut again.
"Oh no you don't, wakey wakey sleephead." Jaune sighed and shook his head, he didn't quite catch what she was saying but her intention was obvious. If he left it alone, she'd go right back to sleep again, then they'd never get breakfast on time.
Reluctantly extricating himself from her embrace, Jaune ignored her needy whines and rose from the bed. "Come on Weiss, you have a concert later. Breakfast is in… fifteen minutes, then you're off to the Atlas Concert Hall. No time to dilly dally."
"Muu… forget the concert and come back to bed," Weiss protested.
"Nope. Can't do that, one of us has to be responsible." Jaune shrugged.
"You're my butler, I order you to forget the concert and come back to sleep," Weiss tried again.
"Ah, no. You're not head of the Schnee family yet so your mother is still my boss. And she's not going to be happy if you miss breakfast… you don't want her to start lecturing, do you?" Jaune challenged.
"Rghhg… fine…" Weiss grumbled like a petulant child before kicking off the covers and getting to her feet. She wanted to be mad at everything, but just couldn't muster up the anger for it. Being well and thoroughly fucked made it real difficult to be negative immediately afterwards. Exactly as Jaune planned it no doubt, the crafty bastard.
"I've already prepared your dress, it's in the bathroom so feel free to enjoy your shower. Now." Jaune quipped helpfully.
"Fine, fine, I'm going, I'm going! No need to rush me." Weiss stifled a yawn and stretched, feeling several joints pop. "Care to join me?"
"Nah, no time for another quickie Weiss. I still have to clean up here," Jaune said and gestured to the messy sheets.
"Haah… another time then," Weiss grumbled before stripping off her nightgown and tossing to Jaune. Stretching again and giving Jaune a nice show, she dutifully marched off to shower and dress for the day.
Jaune watched her go, his eyes trailing her shapely rear as it swayed from side to side. A tiny bit of cum was dribbling down her leg, the trail glistening in the light from the lava lamp. Jaune swallowed and hastily averted his eyes, his dick was already starting to harden again, if he continued watching, his resolve might just break and then they'd never make it to breakfast.
"Forget it, I'll just take a nice cold shower after this," Jaune sighed and started tidying up Weiss's bedroom.
Her lingering scent did not make things any easier for him.
By the time Jaune was finished tidying up Weiss's room and taking a quick shower, the Schnees had nearly finished polishing off their meal. Slipping into the dining room quietly, Jaune stood unobtrusively by the wall, blending into the background.
Oddly enough, he only counted three at the table, Weiss, Winter and Willow. Whitley himself was missing and his plate remained untouched, so no chance he'd finished early and left. Given that no one was making a fuss, he shrugged and let it slide. It wasn't his place to intrude on the Schnee family dynamics anyways, as the help his one job was to do whatever was asked of him and be invisible until he was called again.
Personally though, he was relieved that their ties weren't so strained anymore. Ever since Jacques Schnee suffered an untimely stroke that left him conscious but almost totally paralysed, things had been improving for the Schnees. Willow had been dragged out of her alcoholism to deal with the fallout in the SDC, with her children stepping in as needed to provide assistance. It'd gone a long way towards mending the bonds between them. Things weren't perfect, but they were getting better.
"Weiss, have you finished preparing for your concert later?" Willow asked.
"I have mother," Weiss said with a nod. "There will no doubt be some last-minute adjustments to be done on site, may I have Jaune accompany me?"
"No." Willow denied the request instantly.
"But-"
"Must I remind you of the need to uphold your image in public? If you arrive with Jaune, the reporters will definitely spin it in the most unflattering way possible." Willow sniffed disdainfully, making her low, low opinion of them known. "Klein will accompany you, he's more experienced at dealing with those vultures."
"Rgh, bullshit! This isn't about the damned paparazzi and you know it," Weiss swore.
"Language." Willow sighed in disappointment. "Some time away will do you good, you've been forgetting your manners ever since you went to Beacon. It's unbefitting a Schnee."
"Yeah well, I had enough time to get that stick outta my ass, as Yang would put it," Weiss growled and folded her arms.
"Winter, help me convince your sister, will you?" Willow turned to her other daughter for support, only for Winter to shake her head.
"I want no part of this." Winter stated firmly.
"Fine, either way, Jaune is not going with you Weiss. You might not appreciate the importance of image now, but you will in the future. I'm just looking out for you." Willow massaged her temples to ward off the building migraine.
"Bullshit, like hell you are mother. You just want to sleep with him while I'm gone." Weiss pointed an accusatory finger at Willow.
"Excuse me!? Why I'd never-"
"Yeesh, we didn't even make it till the end of breakfast. And there I thought we were making progress." Whitley's sarcastic drawl intruded and stymied the argument before it could develop any further. Whitley hung his head theatrically and shrugged, taking his seat at the table.
"You're late for breakfast again Whitley." Willow pursed her lips in disapproval.
"My apologies mother dearest, I had to matters to attend to in the morning." Whitley shrugged and didn't elaborate further, more interested in chowing down.
"Yes, I can see that." Willow's eyes flickered to the door where one of their newer maids stood. Ciel's uniform was more than a little crumpled, her hair still a mess despite clear efforts to get it under control, her breathing was laboured and a flush was visible even on her dark skin. That she'd been walking slightly bowlegged was just more evidence on the damning pile.
"You know, it's considered improper to sleep with the help." Willow chided.
"Of course mother, I'll stop as soon as you lead by example," Whitley retorted without looking up from his food.
"Please don't ask the impossible," Winter said.
"No, please do. Mother, stop trying to sink your claws in Jaune! He's mine and you can't have him!" Weiss all but yelled.
"Wha!? Excuse me!?" Willow glared at her children in betrayal. "I would neve-"
"Lies." They replied as one.
Yep, things were definitely getting better with the Schnees, everything was just peachy. Jaune plastered a vacant smile on his face and tuned everything out as breakfast devolved into a shouting match.
Again.
"I'm here Ms Schnee." Jaune knocked on the door to Winter's 'office' and stood patiently outside. Though truth be told, it wasn't that much of an office, more a random unused study room she'd commandeered and practically moved into.
"Come in." Winter's tired voice beckoned him in and Jaune complied, shutting the door securely behind him. "And stop calling me Ms Schnee. It just sounds wrong."
"Of course Ma'am." Jaune bowed politely, missing the irate look Winter gave him.
"For the last time, Winter will do. Ah forget it, do you have the documents I asked for?" Winter asked.
"Yes, right here." Jaune held out a thick stack of files and set them down on Winter's desk. That was when he noticed Winter's rather odd choice of attire. She wore the top half of her specialist uniform, but went with a more comfortable skirt meant for home wear. "Uh… I thought you were on leave?"
"I am, but duty calls anyways." Winter sighed and massaged her brow. The Vytal festival was almost upon them again and that meant being swamped with unholy amounts of paperwork. It being held in Mistral this year was something of a double edged sword. On one hand, Mistral would handle most of the actual security, with only some minor support from Atlas. On the other, that support would be coming from Argus, which meant dealing with a certain pain in the neck that kept missing the memo to retire already.
"You have a meeting then?" Jaune asked.
"Yes, good thing it's virtual and I don't have to return to base." Winter reached for her coffee mug and frowned when she found it empty. Fortunately, Jaune was on the ball and already had the pot on hand for a quick refill.
"If that is all, I'll be leaving now," Jaune said. "Have a good meeting."
"No, stay. I need more than coffee for this." Winter shook her head and waved off Jaune's questioning glance. Given who she had to deal with in a bit, just caffeine alone wouldn't be able to keep her from zoning out.
"Is this wise?" Jaune asked unsurely. "What about the meeting?"
"No, it probably isn't." Winter shook her head. "But I'll deal with it. Never mind the meeting, just get on your knees Jaune."
"Hah, if you say so." Jaune shrugged and did as commanded. Making his way in front of Winter and kneeling, Jaune sighed and pushed his head under her skirt. Plain white cotton panties as expected, functional and nothing more.
Slipping it to the side with one finger and exposing her slit, Jaune gave it an experimental poke. It was still dry and resisted being penetrated by his probing finger, but that was to be expected, hard to be aroused by going through paperwork after all.
Sighing sharply, Jaune adjusted his kneeling posture into a more comfortable one and then dived in, licking furiously at Winter's pussy lips. He felt a tremor go through her thighs as he continued to work on them and heard a pleased hum.
Taking that as encouragement, Jaune continued to lick away. Nothing fancy, just stroking up and down to stimulate Winter, occasionally he'd drill his tongue into her, stopping when he met heavy resistance. Initially, her cunt was too tightly closed, too dry to make much headway, but the more he licked, the wetter she got and the easier it was to slip his tongue in.
"Yesss… that's the spot." Winter sighed and relaxed in her chair. Jaune's was working wonders down below and she could already feel some of the stress bleed off. Having him service her while she had her meeting was the perfect idea.
"Five to three… it's time." Winter exhaled slowly and slapped her cheeks with both hands. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, deep breaths to steady herself. She called upon years of military training to school her expression, she was feeling amazing at the moment and absolutely none of that could show on her face.
Winter coughed and put on her best poker face as her screen came to life. Ironwood was present, two council members from Mistral, several other important looking officials… oh, and Cordovin had managed to avoid dying of a heart attack before the meeting. Shame.
Still, aside from Cordovin, there were a lot of VIPs on this call and Winter couldn't help but feel a little worried. Not about being found out, but about Cordovin royally screwing everything up with her… zealotry. Without meaning to, her hand found its way onto Jaune's head, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling him in closer.
Jaune grunted from the sudden action but made no further sound. The meeting was on, any instruction Winter gave would have to be non-verbal from here on out. Not that it was hard to interpret having his face shoved into her dripping cunt.
'This is a terrible idea,' Jaune thought privately. But outwardly, he merely increased his pace. Digging his tongue into her and writhing it about, raking his teeth over her sensitive clit, pumping a finger in and out while licking, he gave pleasing her his best shot. Jaune quashed his own doubts and focused on the present, he was a butler of the Schnee family, and that meant doing as commanded, if Winter wanted him to stop, she'd make her intentions known, until then, pleasuring her was his number one priority.
As soon as the meeting got underway, Winter felt her eyes start to glaze over, perhaps having Jaune service her now might not have been the best of ideas. The meeting was just too dull, and despite her best efforts to focus, all she wanted to do was focus on the pleasure between her legs. She'd already had to reach for her mug of coffee several times to cover up near misses.
"Nonsense, a military parade would do great things for public morale. It's hardly a waste of resources if it'll allow the citizenry to sleep better in their beds at night knowing Atlas is keeping them safe," Cordovin's stubborn insistence dragged Winter back to reality and the specialist found herself reaching for her coffee with shaky hands again. She was close to cumming, just a bit more and sweet release, and it was imperative she allow none of it to show.
Being on the razor's edge did nothing to make the meeting any more interesting however. Winter resisted the urge to roll her eyes once her mind caught back up. There the bulldozer went again, steamrolling forwards without any care to what others actually thought about it. Argus base was going to hold a military parade during the Vytal festival's opening and the Mistralians were upset? Gee she wondered why.
"Hrrgh…" Winter grunted softly as Jaune bit down on her clit. The sudden sting was enough to tip her over the edge and bring her to her first orgasm of the morning. Her legs locked up, squeezing around Jaune and holding him in place, not that he could escape anyways with her iron grip on his hair.
"Ah Specialist Schnee, you agree, don't you?" Cordovin called out, having noticed her sudden slip and taken it for agreement.
Winter groaned silently, of course the old hag would notice and call attention to her. Virtual meeting or not, she could feel all eyes on her now and that just sent another thrill through her. She just came in front of all of them and Jaune was still eating her out, right under all their oblivious noses.
Still, thanks to Cordovin, everyone was waiting for a response. Fortunately, she'd calmed down enough to string together some bullshit that should toss the ball back into Cordovin's court. "Ahem, I believe a full military parade would clash with the Vytal festival's message of fostering peace without the use of arms. Perhaps the parade could be scaled down or rescheduled."
Winter called upon years of military training to keep her face straight. It was all she could do to not crack a smile at Cordovin's expression. Was it proper to delight in screwing over a 'colleague'? Of course not, but she'd blame it on a temporary lapse of judgement brought on by cumming.
"Hmm, we can go over this another time. For now, what about security of the waterways? There've been reports of increased piracy along…" General Ironwood picked up where Winter left off, steering the conversation away and leaving Cordovin to stew alone.
And with that, the spotlight left Winter, allowing the specialist room to slump in her seat as a second orgasm bowled her over. Jaune's ministrations plus her own twisted glee at the sheer unprofessionalism she was feeling was too much of a combination.
"Hmm…" The edges of her lips curled into a sly smile as an idea popped into her mind. Without any hesitation, her right leg shifted, foot coming to rest right on Jaune's hardened bulge. And he definitely felt it given the sudden lapse in licking and muffled gasp.
Winter fought down a chuckle as she began stroking her foot up and down, just being eaten out wasn't enough anymore, she needed Arc dick inside her. The meeting ought to be coming to an end soon, and she might as well keep him hard and ready to go whenever that was.
Being the dutiful butler he was, Jaune made no protest, only resuming his work on her pussy and that made Winter pause momentarily. 'Why didn't I mute myself earlier?' Pursing her lips in frustration, Winter quickly moved to rectify that oversight, feeling incredibly foolish for not having done so earlier.
"I should have done that from the beginning… ah whatever, how are you feeling Jaune?" Winter muttered, surreptitiously holding her mug up to hid from the camera, her foot still rubbing over the bulge in Jaune's pants and occasionally stepping down slightly harder.
"I'm fine Ms schne-ah! Winter!" Jaune groaned as his near slip made Winter dig her foot in a little more. Truth be told, he was anything but fine. His knees hurt from kneeling for so long, his tongue was getting tired from non-stop work and his hardon was being relentlessly teased. Being stepped on both hurt and felt good, and Jaune had to wonder if he had some masochistic tendencies, it sure would explain why he'd fallen so damn hard for Weiss when she was much, much crabbier.
"Excellent, the meeting should be over soon," Winter said and deftly unzipped Jaune's pants with her toes, she barely had to tug on his boxers before his dick sprung free on its own. Sadly, she couldn't see it with her own eyes since Jaune's hunched over form hid it from view, but she could clearly map it out with her feet.
Jaune was enjoying himself, she could tell from how much he was shaking. Winter sandwiched his cock between her feet and started stroking it, giving him a lazy footjob. Nice slow motions that coated her feet in his precum and most importantly of all, lacked enough oomph to let him cum.
Still no protest or cry for release from Jaune, and Winter had to give him credit for that. No doubt he wanted nothing more than to cum, but he was choosing to focus on satisfying her instead. Such a dutiful butler… Weiss was truly a lucky Schnee to snag him.
It was… vexing. She could have Jaune pleasure her, but it'd only ever be a physical thing, her sister had sunk her claws in too deeply for anyone else to dislodge. Disappointing, but first movers had the advantage she supposed.
'Oh well, I'd be too busy with work for any kind of proper relationship anyways… am I being a sour grape I wonder?' Winter mused quietly, saying nothing more. She continued to work Jaune over while trying her best to stay attentive to the meeting.
When it finally came to a close, Winter sighed explosively and sunk into her chair, the fifth orgasm of the morning ripping through her. "You can stop now, meeting is over."
"O-of course Winter, t-then I'll be going now," Jaune stuttered and rose to his feet shakily. His feet were numb from all the kneeling, his back hurt from hunching, his mouth was sore and his dick was throbbing painfully. At least he'd only need a few minutes in the bathroom before he could finish himself off with his hands given how overstimulated he already was.
"No, stay. I didn't say you were done." Winter shook her head and rose from her seat. Her pussy had been given a thorough workout, but her ass had been left out and it was time to even the scales. "Sit down, I want your dick inside me."
"O-of course Winter, I'll just get a condom an-" Jaune began.
"That's not necessary." Winter shook her head.
"Not necessary? But why woul-oh. Oh!"
"If you understand, then have a seat." Winter gestured to her empty chair expectantly. Jaune quickly took the hint and plopped himself down on it. Winter huffed in appreciation and inspected his dick, rock hard and covered in his own precum from earlier, perfect.
Dropping her skirt and panties to the floor, Winter lined herself up and sat down on Jaune's lap. She hissed in satisfaction when his dick speared all the way into her ass. "Good, you make a nice chair."
"Gahk, th-thank you Winter," Jaune grunted. Winter's ass was heavenly, he didn't know if it was genetics or a product of her training, and he didn't care. The only thing that mattered was that it was hot and impossibly tight inside her, even if she didn't move, she'd milk out all his cum just by having him inside her.
Before he could take a deep breath and steel himself, Winter started bouncing on his lap of her own volition. It was impossible to resist, already teased to the limit earlier, Jaune couldn't hold it in any further and came hard, spilling his seed right into Winter's butt.
"Cumming! Aaahhh!" Jaune all but screamed as Winter milked him for all he was worth, her ass wringing out every last drop of cum from his dick. He'd never admit it out loud, and especially not to Weiss, but Winter truly did have the most fuckable ass in the Schnee family.
"I hope you don't think you're done, now what are your hands doing Jaune?" Winter asked.
"S-sorry, just catching my breath." Jaune apologised and sucked in a much-needed breath of fresh air. Wrapping his arms around her, Jaune hugged her close. His right hand moved downwards to play with her drenched cunt while his left started unbuttoning her uniform.
Wet schlicks filled the office as Jaune pumped two fingers in and out of her snatch, plundering her depths in search of her weak spots. Whenever he found them, the impact was immediate, Winter would tense up and her ass would clench around his dick hard enough to take his breath away.
Aside from her pussy, he had to give her breasts sufficient attention as well. After successfully undoing all the buttons on Winter's uniform, Jaune snuck his hand in to caress her boobs. And again, he was reminded which of the two sisters took after their mother more. Winter's sizeable rack was easily visible even through her uniform and feeling those puppies up never got old.
Brushing his hand over her sports bra, Jaune felt a hard little nub beneath the cloth. Grinning at having found what he was looking for, Jaune teased her nipple with a finger for a bit before giving it a light pinch through the bra.
Resting his chin on her shoulder, Jaune continued to play with Winter, content to listen to her breathing get heavier and heavier. Then without warning, her breath hitched and she came hard. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers, locking them there, and her ass clenched tightly, squeezing his dick enough to actually hurt a little.
"V-very good Jaune…" Winter sighed breezily, her orgasm leaving her a little light headed again. "I think you're hard enough now."
"Huh?" Jaune frowned before paling a little. "W-wait a minute, I'm still sensitiaahh!"
If his protest registered in Winter's mind, she made no show of it. As soon as her butt unclenched enough to move, she began bouncing up and down on Jaune's lap with reckless abandon, forcefully fucking herself on him.
Jaune's face slackened and he choked back a groan. It was a sweet, pleasurable and painful hell Winter was subjecting him to. His dick might have been 'hard enough' to fuck again, but he was still more than a little sensitive from just cumming. With Winter slamming away like no tomorrow, he was stuck between wanting more and needing a break to catch his breath.
'Can't let her control the pace.' Jaune thought. Dredging up what little willpower Winter's ass hadn't stripped from him, he began assaulting her tits in earnest. Pulling up her bra to expose her bountiful chest, he started kneading them and playing with her nipples, pinching, pulling every which way.
Unfortunately, all that did was encourage Winter to start ramp up the pace and start fucking him even harder. Jaune groaned at the failure before redoubling his efforts, not satisfied with just her tits anymore, his hands slid downwards to finger her pussy.
"Ah! Yes… right there, thank you Jaune." Winter gasped out. Jaune was busy pumping three fingers in and out of her pussy now, while his other hand busied itself with teasing her clit relentlessly. Her nectar was flowing freely and she could another earth-shaking orgasm approaching fast.
Just as she was beginning to relax and allow the ecstasy to wash over her, her scroll started ringing, rudely disrupting her fun time. Glaring at the scroll, she snatched it off the table and held it to her ear. "Winter here."
"Sister, it's Weiss… is this a bad time?"
"No, it's fine. Is there something you need?" Winter replied placidly, letting none of her frustration bleed into her tone. She was close, so very close to cumming, Jaune's rock hard dick impaling her ass and his fingers were unwinding all the knots, and no one, not even Weiss would deny Winter her release.
"Ah, I just needed to pass along a message. There's been a slight change of plans here, after the concert, there'll be a meet and greet session, and it's definitely going to drag on. I will be back late, so please let Jaune and mother know not to wait," Weiss said.
"Of course, I'll let them know. Have a good concert Weiss," Winter said, smiling when Jaune suddenly went rigid under her. A split second later, white hot cum was shooting into her butt, filling her with joyous warmth.
"Thank you sister," Weiss replied.
"Not a problem," Winter arched her back and came with a soundless scream. Her juices sprayed all over Jaune and drenched the chair beneath them. Exhaling softly, she slumped backwards against Jaune's chest and spoke into her scroll again. "I'll see you tomorrow then, good bye."
"Good bye Winter," Weiss said and hung up with a click.
"Weiss just called," Winter said nonchalantly, already returning the scroll to the table and reaching for some documents instead. Time for pleasure was over, now it was business and pleasure.
"I-is everything alright?" Jaune asked, struggling to get the question out while bringing his breathing back under control.
"Mm, she'll be back late. Told you not to wait up," Winter replied with a shrug.
"O-okay, um W-Winter, is it fine if I return to-"
"No. we're not done yet. Hurry up and get hard again, will you? I don't have all day."
Jaune could only whimper out an agreement. Why were all the Schnee women insatiable? They had to be part succubus or something. Jaune whimpered again when Winter started fondling his balls, trying to get him nice and erect for another round of fucking.
One of these days, his heart was going to give out from being wrung dry repeatedly, that or his dick would just fall off from chronic overuse.