Author's Note: Mallobaude here. I hear you people wanted more of this story. Well, my friend Lightningstrxu decided he did too! And seeing how he was the one who came up with the concept for the story in the first place, it only made sense for him to write the continuation of the tale. So, for all of your reading pleasure, please enjoy chapter 2.

Truth or Mate

By Lightningstrxu

Beta Archivist of Nyx/Paulternative

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Weiss' heart pounded as she walked across the threshold to the empty dorm, with Jaune in tow. The door had barely shut before her arms wrapped around the boys neck.

"Dare!" She commanded getting up on her tiptoes while pulling him down, her lips mashing against his. It was still so surreal. If one had asked her what she had planned to do with her evening, making out with Jaune Arc would have been far and away the last thing on the list of possibilities. It probably wouldn't have even been on the list.

But one game of truth or dare had changed all that, sparking something inside her. Something she wasn't sure she fully understood.

But she understood one thing.

The feeling of Jaune's arms wrapped around her, their tongues engaged in mortal combat, their bodies pressed together. Weiss could feel the effect she had on him. It filled her with a sense of pride. She yelped when his large hand squeezed down on her posterior.

"Hey!" She pulled back from the kiss. "I never said you could do that. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Impressive." He smirked, giving her bottom another squeeze.

Weiss bit back a moan. "Hmmph, well, I'll allow it this once. Truth or Dare?"

"It's my turn. You've already gone twice."

Curse him and his technical correctness. "Very well, dare!" She moved to kiss him again.

"Not this time." He stopped her. "Let me take off your pants."

Weiss could feel the heat in her cheeks as she was sure she was now bright red. "Why!?"

"I thought there was no why in 'Truth or Dare', unless you feel like losing?" He teased.

Blast him, once again using her own sound reasoning against her. Well, there was no way she could lose. She was a Schnee, she would ensure that she would come out on top. Perhaps more than one way depending on how this night continued.

"Very well. Undress me." She dared. Not in the traditional sense that the game required. This was a personal challenge. If he wanted to take off her clothes, then so be it. If he had the nerve to go through with it.

Jaune gulped nervously as he got down onto his knees. His hands found the waistband of her pajamas. She could feel the way his hands were trembling. His fingers clenched, hesitating for what like an eternity. "Just like a bandaid, Jaune." She heard him mutter as he sucked in a breath. How were her pants like a bandage?

She got her answer when the garment was yanked down, pooling around her ankles. Atlas had been Weiss' home all her life, she was used to the cold. Yet now she could feel the chill as her legs were now exposed not only to the elements, but Jaune's lustful gaze.

"Wow." He whispered, his eyes glued to her now revealed lower half. More specifically, the garment that was now visible.

"I thought white was boring?" She asked smugly.

"I just wasn't expecting this." He replied mesmerized.

"It's just my underwear…" She could feel heat building in her core. The way he was looking at her, it was intoxicating. She leaned forward, trying to see what he was seeing. White lace with embroidered snowflake patterns. Perhaps her choice of undergarments was a tad fancier than average. At least going by what she'd seen her teammates wearing.

"It's sexy." His fingers traced their way up her legs, resting on her hips again.

"Say it again." She whispered.

"It's sexy, Weiss. You're sexy." His eyes met hers. She could see the honesty and desire in them. By the Gods was it flattering. She had been complimented many times in her life; beautiful, graceful, those were the common ones. But this was the first time she'd ever been called sexy. It did something to her, something primal.

"Jaune, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare!" He replied confidently.

She walked over to one of the bottom bunks and sat down. "Kiss me again, but this time while using your semblance."

With the eagerness of a dog begging for treats, he was at her side in an instant. His large frame engulfed hers. Their lips joined together again with renewed vigor. That was when Jaune began to glow, his white hot essence pouring into her.

Bliss, it was pure indescribable bliss.

Weiss let out a moan, her body feeling invigorated by his aura, but at the same her feeling weak from pleasure. She found herself pushed down onto the mattress, Jaune's weight pressing down on her. It was strange. She would have thought that having such a large man on top of her would have been uncomfortable. But it was pleasant. With the added presence of his semblance, she had never felt so safe, so secure. Like nothing on the face of Remnant could harm her, not even Salem herself.

After several minutes, the glow subsided as the two of them parted, panting for breath.

"Truth or Dare?" Jaune gasped out.

"Truth."

"Really?" He looked surprised at her response. Honestly, she was surprised she had chosen it herself, she would have loved nothing more than to dare the night away. But truth gave her a chance to catch her breath. She nodded. Jaune's eyes shut concentrating. Weiss smirked, it must be hard to think of a question when nearly all of his blood had vacated his brain to other places. His eyes opened, those thoughtful blue orbs boring into her own. "How far do you want this to go?"

Weiss blinked. That was certainly not a question she expected nor one she had a solid answer to. "Honestly, I don't know. This has already gone much farther than I expected." Her hand came up to cup his face, her lips brushing his cheek in a tender kiss. "It goes as far as either of us are comfortable with."

"Okay." He let out a sigh of relief before smiling at her. That stupid, lovable reassuring grin, that despite everything they had been doing, somehow made her heart flutter. "Truth or Dare?"

"Hey, it's my turn!" she protested.

"You've had plenty of double turns, you owe me one." he countered.

He was right, oh how it irked her but he was right. "Very well, dare."

"While we kiss, I want you to touch me."

"Where?"

"Wherever you'd like to." The grin he gave her threatened to split his face.

That was certainly an interesting request. While it had been his dare to her, it gave her all the power and control. What followed was her choice. Her eyes roamed his body, and what tantalizing choices she had. His chest was a rather large target, it would be nice to know if it was as toned as the backside and legs he had bared to her earlier. Of course, she could always retaliate and grab his backside. Then there was of course the obvious arousal that was currently poking into her.

"You certainly know to entice a girl." Her right hand pulled him down for another kiss, while her left roamed to her heart's content. The wayward hand traveled down his back to her prize. Time to find out if Jaune's posterior felt as impressive as it looked. Her hand gripped him, it was hard and firm, well toned. Jaune obviously kept in fantastic shape; perhaps she should inquire about his work out regimen. Her grip tightened, squeezing his backside.

A guttural moan rumbled from his throat. By the gods was it intoxicating. The noises she was eliciting from him, it awoke something in her. A glyph formed beneath her, using it she flipped her and Jaune over. Now she was on top.

Now she was in control.

"Truth or Truth?" She purred, her hands rubbing his chest feeling the taut and toned muscles that his shirt still unfortunately hid.

"Isn't that against the rules?"

"Do you really care at this point?"

"Not really." He shrugged. They had broken so many rules already, what was one more?

Her hand came up to run through his hair. "Good boy." She smiled. "You said my eyes were my most attractive feature, but what would you say is my sexiest feature?"

"Isn't that the same thing?"

"Not exactly, unless my eyes turn you on." She giggled, leering at him.

"Considering you look like you want to eat me, they kinda do." He smirked. Well, he was not wrong on that account. Weiss wanted to devour the boy if he would let her.

"Ah!" She yelped as two large hands clamped firmly on her butt.

"Well, your posterior is certainly impressive." His hands squeezed, sending lightning shooting up her spine. "But if I had to choose." His hands left her backside to caress her thighs. "Your legs."

"My legs?" She looked down at the aforementioned limbs. She supposed they were rather appealing, smooth pale skin, and well toned from years of rigorous training. "Very well, thank you Jaune."

"Your wel…" but Jaune's was cut off as her lips locked with his once more. She maneuvered so that one of her legs were between his. She could feel how hard he was, her bare leg rubbing against his eager manhood. Only a thin layer of cloth kept them from direct contact.

His body shuddered beneath her, his hands finding her bottom again. Moaning into the kiss, her leg continued to grind into him. His stiff shaft poking into her, She was the cause of this. She had made him excited…aroused. It was perhaps the most powerful she had ever felt.

Weiss' hands snaked down under his shirt, fingers caressing the toned stomach she found underneath. She smirked into the kiss. She had once called Jaune scraggly, obviously that descriptor no longer applied.

She broke away from his lips, kissing a path down his neck. Like a predator, she struck, her claws digging into him, fang's clamping down on the neck of her prey.

"Weiss!" He hissed, the grip he had on her tightened wonderfully but moments later his hands fell away. She moved back gazing down at him. He was panting, he looked away from her his face flush...with embarrassment?

"Jaune, what's…" she started to ask concerned, but as she moved her leg rubbed against him, she could feel it even through the cloth of his underwear. A warm stickiness on her. "Did you just...?" His face turned away from her. Weiss removed her hands from his stomach and placed them on his cheeks making him look her in the eye. "Truth or Truth." It was yet another flagrant violation of the rules, but she didn't care. He wouldn't dodge any questions.

"Truth…" he mumbled.

"Did you just climax?"

He sucked in a breath before nodding. "I'm sorry."

Her eyes narrowed. "Now why on Remnant would you be sorry?"

"For getting off? It's kinda bad for a guy to go off in his shorts."

"Well, that's the silliest thing I've ever heard," She protested. "We're trying to make each other feel good." She kissed his forehead, and pulled back giggling. "And looks like I succeeded." Weiss was definitely feeling quite proud. With just her legs, lips and nails, she had brought Jaune to orgasm.

"Now what?" He looked up at her expectantly. Now what indeed, Jaune was obviously enjoying their activities, perhaps she should enjoy them as well. She couldn't deny the heat she felt building in her core or the slickness between her legs.

"Dare or Dare?"

"Come on that's like your fourth turn!"

"I think getting you off is a fair trade for another turn." She smiled slyly.

"Fine, dare." He griped.

"Kiss me." He started to rise to meet her, but she put a finger on his lips stopping him.

"Weiss?" He looked up at her confused.

She bit her lip, was she sure she wanted this? Yes, yes she was. "Kiss me Menagerian Style."

"Excuse me?"

"It's like a Valean kiss, but down und…"

"I know what it means." He interrupted. "I just didn't think you did."

Weiss crossed her arms over her chest. "Just because I'm proper does not mean I don't understand vulgar vernacular." she boasted, adding some bigger words for emphasis. "Contrary to what you may believe, Weiss Schnee does indeed understand slang."

"Okay. Can we switch positions? It will be easier if you're sitting."

"Very well." She rolled off of him and he stood up. Now having more space, she sat up, moving to sit her legs hanging over the edge of the bed. She lamented for a moment that her toes only just barely reached the floor.

From this perspective, Jaune towered over her.

"Weiss, lift up your arms."

She felt like informing him that it wasn't his turn, but she relented raising her arms. In an instant Jaune stooped down grabbing her around the waist. Reflexively her arms wrapped around him and she found herself lifted and placed back down in the same position on the top bunk.

"It will be a little easier this way." The smirk he gave her made her heart flutter.

"Okay." She said breathlessly. The way he had just picked her up, lifting her so effortlessly, it was...it was hot. Any hesitation she felt was washed away by a wave of desire crashing over her. Her legs parted, no doubt presenting Jaune some very soaked panties. "Well, Jaune, I'm waiting."

"Yeah." His hands rested on her thighs, she could feel them tremble. He was obviously nervous. Truth be told, so was she, but her own anticipation trumped any trepidation she felt. "I guess we start by taking those off," he nodded, motioning to the scant bit of lace that preserved her modesty. Well, technically, she still had her shirt, but Jaune was about to see a far more intimate part of her than her chest.

"Yes, that would make it easier," she spoke reassuringly, hoping to help him feel more comfortable. "If you'd like, I can take them off for you."

"No, I can do it. It's just…" He let out a sigh. "Weiss, are you really sure about this? I'll be seeing your...you know?"

"My vagina." She rather enjoyed his shocked expression, not expecting her to be so blunt. "Yes, you will. Do you not want to?"

"Of course I do!" His face flushed red.

"Then continue."

"Okay." His fingers curled under the waistband, Weiss lifting her hips slightly. "Last chance."

"Do it." She commanded. For all the build up and hesitation, it only took a second for Jaune to pull the bit of lace down, gravity doing the rest of the work, the undergarment slipping off her legs and fluttering to the floor.

Jaune stood there slack-jawed, rendered speechless at the sight of her nude lower half. Weiss smirked, feeling quite smug at his reaction. But as the seconds ticked by and he still stood frozen, her smugness faded into embarrassment.

"Stop staring at it!" She snapped. "It's getting weird."

Jaune flinched at her protest, but at least it woke him from his daze. "Sorry, it's just the first time I've ever seen one. In person, at least."

"And?" She asked expectedly, curious to hear his opinion on her most sacred of places.

"I'm still processing that the carpet matches the drapes." He chuckled.

Weiss bristled at the implication. "Of course it does. Do you have any idea how difficult it would be to dye this much hair?"

"I mean, you could use dust or something."

"Yes, Jaune, I can go out and buy a magic dust comb that turns my hair green. Would you prefer that?"

"Uh…"

"Don't answer that!" Her hand planted itself on the top of his head. "You have a dare to complete." Nothing like impending cunnilingus to provide a much needed distraction.

"Right." Jaune sucked in a breath, his hands settled on her thighs. "Here goes." He lowered himself down slowly. Weiss' teeth clenched at the sensation of his breath against her most sensitive of places. She stared down at the top of his head, the wait for him to start was agonizing.

That was when the tip of his tongue dragged along her slit.

Her whole body froze. The sensation she was feeling was so alien and so overwhelming, her brain couldn't quite process how to react to his actions. But as her shock faded, her eyes shut, focusing on the movements of his tongue.

His licks were light and shallow, the mark of his inexperience and hesitance. "More…harder." She commanded. Jaune made a sound of agreement, his tongue delving deeper inside her, ascending slowly, the tip grazing her clit.

"Ah!" She gasped.

He pulled back slightly. "Are you okay?" Under normal circumstances, it would have been rather touching to see him so concerned, worried about her well being.

But now?

Her hands pushed down on the top of his head. "Get back in there!" Taking the hint, his tongue went back to work. Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right; his tongue swirling all around. It once again hit her sensitive little button, causing her to moan. He paused momentarily. She was about to chastise him for stopping, but apparently Jaune had finally put two and two together and his lips wrapped around her clit.

Her fingers laced themselves in his hair as her hips attempted to buck, only to be firmly held in place by his hands. He continued his marvelous work, alternating between licking, kissing and sucking. Then, without warning, he hummed, his lips vibrating around her clit.

"FUCK!" The profanity lept unbidden from her lips. Such language was unbecoming of a lady such as herself, but she didn't care. The intensity of Jaune's actions increased, the grip on her thighs tightened. He went at her with renewed vigor. "Jaune... Jaune!" Her legs wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him tighter. It was bliss, pure bliss.

Or so Weiss thought.

A bright light erupted from Jaune as his semblance activated, white hot aura flowing into her. Her whole body was on fire. It wouldn't be long now, the mountaintop was in sight.

One lick…

Two…

Three…

Weiss had reached the mountain's peak and flung herself over the edge. Her vision blurred, the world spinning as she spiraled into oblivion.

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Jaune's arms snapped up, catching the collapsing girl above him. Weiss, who had moments before had been having the world's most on pitch orgasm, was now a tangled mess of limbs in his arms.

"Weiss, are you okay?!" he panicked. He was met only with babbling nonsense. Shifting, he laid her down on the bottom bunk, his hand patting her cheek. "Weiss?"

She roused slightly, eyes half opening. "What a lovely tea party," she mumbled deliriously.

"Hey, come on, snap out of it."

Weiss blinked a few times, shaking her head. "Hey, Jaune," she whispered, a heart melting smile plastered to her face. "Come closer."

"What is…" he was cut off as her lips pressed against his, pulling him into a sloppy kiss.

She pulled back a moment later, her lips smacked together. "So that's what I taste like." She giggled. Of course, she'd be able to taste herself. It was only moments ago that he had found himself in the splash zone.

"Yeah, it is." He unconsciously brought his arm up to wipe his face. "Soooo I guess it was good?"

"Wonderful!" She sighed wistfully. "It has been far too long since I've indulged my baser desires. No privacy and all that."

"Oh!" Jaune couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was Weiss really lamenting that it had been awhile since she last masturbated? It seemed like something she'd never talk about. But then again, before today, only in his wildest dreams would he have thought she would ask him to eat her out. "Well, glad to be of service."

"Please don't say that, you're my friend, not my butler."

"Yeah... Hey, Truth or Truth."

She tapped her chin "So many options...truth."

"Weiss, what is all this? You said I'm your friend, but this is all a bit much for just friends."

"Jaune, are you uncomfortable? Do you want this to stop?"

Did he want this? Of course he did. This night was everything he had ever fantasized about since he was thirteen. "I definitely want this."

"Then why bother worrying? Jaune, we're friends, and tomorrow, we'll be friends. But now I would like to continue." Weiss sat up on the bed, one of her knees bending up. Giving him a clear view of her wet pussy. "The question is, do you?"

"Yes," he said without hesitation. In an instant, he was on her, their lips locked together, arms intertwined.

"Do you have protection?" She asked as she broke the kiss.

"No." He lamented. "Didn't Yang say they had a dispenser in the bathrooms."

"She did, didn't she? Hey, Jaune?" Her voice was melodic almost taunting. "Truth or Dare?"

"I'll go get the condoms." He sighed standing up.

"Good boy." Weiss giggled. "Be a dear and get me a glass of water as well. I'm quite thirsty."

He rolled his eyes while pulling on his pants. "I'm sure you are."

Properly dressed and with a goal in mind Jaune sprinted down the hall to the bathroom. Bursting inside the door hit the wall with a slam. He froze, however, when he saw he wasn't alone. He hadn't expected anyone to be here this late at night, much less…

"Hey, Ren." Jaune waved, there his teammate stood, in front of the very machine he was here for. A small package dispensing from it. Ren only nodded in acknowledgement of him, retrieving his purchase "So, how much are they?"

"Ten lien for three pack." Ren replied evenly. To an outside observer, he was just as taciturn as ever. But Jaune knew from experience that Ren was just as embarrassed as he was.

"Thanks." Jaune took out his scroll and swiped it across the machine. "Soooo...You and Nora?"

A nod of confirmation. "You and…?"

Weiss!

That was what Jaune wanted to scream, to boast and proclaim to the world. But he knew that she would want to keep this as quiet as possible. "I'm not sure I can say."

"Then don't." Ren stated plainly, like it was the most obvious fact in the world. "Good luck."

"You too, man." The two teammates parted ways, Jaune stopping at the sink to fill a paper cup with water. Heading back to the room and opening the door, there Weiss lay, still half naked, still beautiful. "I half expected you to be gone, and this was all just one big dream."

"I'd never do that to you." Weiss sat up. "You know that right?"

"Yeah, I know." He walked over sitting down on the bed, and held out the cup.

"Thank you." She took the cup and downed it in a single gulp. The cup was then crushed in her hand and tossed aside. "Get naked." she ordered.

It was technically his turn, and a part of him wanted to argue. But that part wasn't about to have sex with Weiss Schnee. Pulling the shirt over his head, it was cast aside, forgotten. Hooking his fingers under his waistband, his shorts and underwear followed suit.

Well, he was naked in front of a girl, cursing the nervousness he felt at the moment which left his dick at half mast. Not exactly the best first impression.

"Well, what do you think?" he asked nervously.

Blue eyes, cold as ice, scrutinized every inch of him. "I think I made a horrible mistake back at Beacon." A glyph formed underneath him, knocking him on his back. Like a predator, she pounced on top of him, her nails trailing lightly down his chest. "A mistake I plan to correct."

She stole another kiss from him, his arms wrapping around her. He could feel the soft cloth of her shirt against his chest. "I think someone is still overdressed." he whispered playfully. She pulled back from him sitting up, her fingers going to the hem of her shirt, where they twitched hesitantly. Her arms were frozen. "You don't have to if you don't want to." he said reassuringly.

"No, it's only fair." She let out a breath, the shirt came up and was discarded. His eyes drank in the sight. Perfect pale flesh a prominent collarbone, modest breasts tipped with pale pink nipples. His gaze lowered down to a toned, but not overly muscular, stomach. She was beautiful, breathtaking even. What could she be self consci...That was when he saw it. Just below her right breast was an angry red scar. Darker in the middle and fading as the wound spread. "It's ugly, isn't it?"

Crap, he must have been staring. "That was...that was when Cinder hurt you?" Weiss nodded solemnly. A wave of guilt washed over him. That day, back in Haven, when Cinder had attacked Weiss to spite him. "It was my fault."

"No, it wasn't." she protested. "It was my fault. Even if you hadn't provoked Cinder, she would have done it to hurt Ruby. She chose to target me because I was weak. I failed to stop Vernal."

"Weiss…?"

"I was overconfident, Jaune. I had finally mastered summoning. With the Arma Gigas by my side, I thought I was unstoppable. I've replayed that fight in my head countless times. A dozen different options I could have done. Yet I chose the one option that didn't work. I was a fool."

Without a thought, Jaune's hand came up to caress the scar. Aura flowed from his hand into her as his semblance activated. It was a pointless gesture, he knew it wouldn't work. If he could heal that completely, she would have never received a scar in the first place. "Weiss, maybe you're right. You were a fool. But I know that you are not weak. You're the one of the strongest, bravest, most beautiful and amazing girls I've ever known."

She looked down at him, the glow of his aura making her look radiant, a true snow angel. He could see tears at the corner of her eyes. Oh no...now he had made her cry. However, his fear subsided when she smiled warmly. Her hand came cupped his cheek. "Thank you." she whispered before locking lips with him again.

His arms wrapped around her, his fingers trailing up her spine as passions reignited. Limbs intertwined as they lost all sense of inhibition. Hands touching anywhere they could reach, passionate kisses turning to nips and bites. The soon to be lovers broke apart panting.

"I think I'm ready," she said as she caught her breath. "I think you are too."

Oh, he definitely was. His nervousness had faded, his sword now fully deployed, eagerly waiting to find its sheath. "Yeah…" His hand flopped around feeling for the package of condoms. Where were they?

"Looking for these?" Weiss reached up by his head and picked up the package, and retrieved one of the condoms, tearing the foil package with her teeth. It was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen. Then an idea came to him a devilish little idea.

"I dare you to put it on me without your hands."

Weiss raised an eyebrow. "Very well." Jaune heart raced. He had once seen a video of a girl putting a condom on a guy with her mouth. Now Weiss was about to do the same to him. One more appetizer before the main course. There was a glow down between his legs, his eyes widening as a tiny armored figure was summoned from a glyph. Weiss handed the condom to it. He wanted to tell it to stop, but he was too shocked by the absurdity of the situation. The summon, having completed its task, vanished with a salute to its summoner. "Dare complete. Satisfied?"

"That was not what I was expecting."

"Well, someone should have been more specific," she teased. Her hands came down, clamping onto his shoulders."You ready?"

"I am. Are you?"

"Yes." She let out a breath, her hips coming down, the tip of his cock rubbing at the entrance to her pussy. It took a few attempts to find the proper angle, but finally they got it to work.

And Jaune's shaft was driven into her.

Her breath hitched, her body going rigid.

"Are you okay?" He asked concerned.

"I'm fine." She reassured him, despite the traces of pain in her voice. "I just... need a moment." She sucked in a few more deep breaths, preparing herself. "Okay." She nodded, guiding his hands to her hips. "Let's continue." Weiss raised herself up until he was nearly halfway out of her before she brought herself back down.

A shudder coursed through both of them as she raised herself up again. Instinctually, his hips came up to meet hers, a melodic moan echoed throughout the room.

Their hips rocked together experimentally, finding that perfect rhythm as the joined together in Remnant's most ancient of dances. It was amazing, he could have never imagined that Weiss would feel this good. A young woman that to many was the personification of ice and cold, his radiant Snow Angel, could feel so warm.

Her fingers clawed at his chest causing him to buck harder into her. "Fuck!" It was so strange hearing her swear, it was so unlike her. It was hot, he wanted more.

His hands moved from her hips, finding a grip on her wonderful ass. "Truth or Dare?"

"Da...dare!" She gasped out.

"I want you to talk dirty to me, lose control and say things that would make an Atlesian woman blush." His fingers squeezed her cheeks.

"Fuck me Jaune," she whispered huskily. "Fuck me until I can't walk." His pace quickened in response to her words, earning him more heavenly moans. She gazed down at him, her eyes glazed over with lust. "Pound my little cunt with your cock until I forget my name!" It seemed to be that she had made the connection. The dirtier she talked, the harder he would fuck her.

Well, if that's what she wanted. Gripping onto her hips again, he flipped them over, his hands pinning her wrists above her to the bed. Now with her underneath him, he used his greater weight to drive himself into her.

Weiss' legs wrapped around him like a vise. "Yes, yes, take me, you animal. Impale me, make me yours!" Her hips bucked, inner walls clamping down on his manhood. It wouldn't be long now. He was close, and guessed she was too.

If he was going to finish, then he would finish with a bang. His semblance activated, white hot aura pumping into her. His lips locked with hers, as his pace increased their dance reaching its crescendo.

With bodies, hearts and souls intertwined, Weiss body began to thrash, her pussy clamping down impossibly tight and wet. He couldn't stand it any longer. "Weiss!" He hissed as he emptied himself into the condom. He looked down at her, his lover once again dead to the world, having passed out post orgasm. He smiled, amused, and he doubted that she would wake up this time. Feeling the rush of his own climax fading, he knew it wouldn't be long before he joined her in blissful slumber.

Rolling off of her, he removed the condom, tossing it into the trash. He pulled her closer, resting her head on his chest. His hand stroked her hair as he fell into blissful slumber.

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Weiss' eyes slowly opened, yawning. She attempted to stretch but found herself restricted by the strong arms embracing her. Right, she had spent the night with Jaune. A wide grin formed on her face, as she remembered everything they had done. The feeling of him inside her, body and soul.

The night before had been quite unexpected. Weiss had never thought of herself as the kind of girl who could 'hook up' with a guy for the night. The kind that would have sex just for the pleasure of it. She had always envisioned her first time as a very romantic moment. Something special with a devoted lover.

Instead, she had shacked up with Jaune. It was nothing like she had ever imagined. But that didn't make it any less special. What they shared together, it was her choice...their choice. What it meant for their future together as friends, she didn't know. But she knew she'd always remember what they had shared. There would be no regrets.

She snuggled against him with a content sigh. "Oh, someone's excited this morning." She whispered feeling his manhood poking into her. Her hand snaking down, fingers wrapping around his shaft.

Jaune woke with a start. "Weiss?!"

"Morning." She said playfully giving him another stroke. A glance at the clock on the wall told her she had about two hours before they needed to be up officially. Plenty of time to share some more feelings. Pinning him to the bed she summoned two glyphs to restrain his arms. She retrieved one of the unused condoms tearing it open with her teeth. She leaned down to his ear to whisper.

"Truth or Dare."

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Hey all, Lightningstrxu here. A special guest of sorts. It's been a long time since I've written anything White Knight related. This was an absolute blast to write. I love getting into Weiss' mindset.

If this smut appealed to you and are looking for more I have several stories. Drawn Together if you're looking for more WK goodness. But there is also Last Resort for Dragonslayer, and Ruby Get Your Gun for Lancaster.

As Always Read and Review.