This is a transcribed Tumblr RP between snuckintobeacon and pyrrha-of-the-grimm so excuse the odd syntax. Sorry again for the long wait, transcribing takes a while when we both are pretty busy bees! Anyways, enjoy!

Also as a forewarning... things get raunchy so if you're not into that then skip this chapter. Also, also, we RP'd this part a LONG WHILE AGO... we really sucked at raunchy scenes...

Jaune went to the hanger with his armor and weapons, setting them off to the side. He figured that using an Atlas dropship was a better idea than using their stolen one. His mind kept flashing back to Pyrrha as he prepped, not able to ignore the warm tingles he'd always get thinking of her.

"Far from the dream we wanted," he sighed to himself. "Dust, don't let me lose her again…" he said to whatever higher being was listening.

Pyrrha decided she needed to change, seeing as her school uniform wasn't the most comfortable now. There were plenty of Atlesian armored uniform sets in 'her room' and the rooms adjacent. After trying on several sets, she found one that fit quite well. The sleeves would certainly go when they had to fight, but that shouldn't be an issue. She made her way back over to the wreck's hanger, helmet under her arms.

Jaune was finishing up prep when he saw the Atlesian uniform walking in. Out of pure instinct, he grabbed his sword but saw Pyrrha's face and relaxed.

"Don't scare me like that! You know how often I have to run away from Atlas soldiers?" he wailed, putting his sword away.

"I actually don't Jaune," she stated plainly. Had she known, she would have figured out something else to do with regards to clothing, but it was a bit late for that now.

"Ah… right, sorry. And actually, it'll help out a lot. The guards and androids might get confused by the uniform, just like this Atlas dropship that we'll be using. So milady," he grinned, acting like a butler, "if you'll step inside your chariot awaits!"

Pyrrha nodded. "It is quite nice, much better than I'm used to."

She smiled at Jaune, stepping aboard. This really was happening, they were going to rob a Schnee cargo train. Dust why had it come to this? She didn't know. The inner turmoil just started to show on her face.

Jaune took her hand before she stepped on board, noticing her duress. Giving her a kiss, he hugged her tight, whispering, "Don't do anything dangerous. Don't do anything you don't want to. I'll take care of everything."

This may be less than optimal circumstance, but she could handle herself just fine. She was a warrior for Dust sake, not a glass doll.

"We're partners Jaune, I'm going where you're going," she said sternly.

Nodding silently, Jaune entered the cockpit and took off. He flew for two hours at a high altitude, straight for the train hub where he could make their faint outlines in the distance. Gliding closer in, he began matching serial numbers until he found the three that matched their research.

"Alright, you're the lucky one! Which train?!" he shouted over the noise of the engines.

"Right's usually right, let's give it a go and hope for the best. How're we boarding this thing though?" she shouted back.

Getting on was going to be easy. If the fight on board wasn't the hardest part, it would be the getting away.

"I was thinking of landing on it!" he said as he swooped the dropship down, the train already leaving the station at full speed.

The landing was rough but he had the legs claw into the train car to hold the dropship in place.

"Well that was fun," he wobbled out from the cockpit.

Pyrrha stepped out and seeing Jaune wobble a bit, placed a steady hand on his shoulder.

"Let's go," she stated and placed the helment on her head.

Now if anyone looked at her, they wouldn't know she was Grimm, they'd just think she was a bit unhealthy with her skin tone.

Jaune wished he had the foresight to think of concealing his face but all he could do was pull his hood over his head. He jumped out, climbing down between the cars and placed a small explosive charge on one of the doors, blowing it just as he got to cover. The blast pried open the door and destroyed the droids immediately inside.

"Alright, car by car and we take out the droids along the way!"

"You'd think they'd make these a bit studier than that," Pyrrha commented as she curb stomped one that was still twitching. "Or maybe the cargo isn't that precious."

"Take a look on that side, I"ll take this one," he said, tearing open a box. "Food. And more food… Nothing on my side!" he kicked a dead droid out of the way.

"More food over here as well. Where is this train going?" Pyrrha called over to Jaune.

Why so many knights to protect a train full of food? Then again, this is only one car.

"Must be one of the front cars. No idea where this train is going. Manifest had it blacked out," he made his way to the next car, meeting a handful of droids inside.

Picking up the crumpled door of the previous car, Pyrrha charged straight at the phalanx of Knights. Their shots deflected of her impromptu shield. Once she reached them, she began crushing their bodies between the floor and the door.

"I hope you're right," she shouted as she decapitated a knight.

Jaune followed right behind her, using his rifle to shoot the ones she didn't crush.

"Just like old times!" he shouted over the thrum of battle.

He actually started laughing, enjoying the thrill of fighting alongside Pyrrha again.

"This car looks better," he said, seeing hardened cases.

"Don't remember you having a gun," she chuckled.

"Pyrrha, hellooooo, armory in my house you opened," he teased her.

Looking through the crates, she had to agree. There were a bunch of dust crystals and vials, but still a bunch of food.

"Seems you've got the right idea, better stuff's up front," she commented.

"Perfect. Grab the crystals, if we have time we can make another trip," he looked out the window and saw approaching airships in the distance, "on second thought… ONE LAST CAR AND WE LEAVE!"

Pyrrha looked up as she was grabbing the goods, seeing Jaune freaking out and shouting. She peaked out the window to see the airships approaching on the horizon.

"What's so important that they sent airships to stop us?!" she shouted.

Jaune wasn't listening as he charged into the next car, running into a hellfire of bullets. He raised his shield at the last moment to stop the rounds. He slid the barrel of his rifle out from his shield and fired until it was out of ammo. Taking a step forward, Jaune tried to charge his aggressor, but on his second step his bad leg gave away.

Rolling forward, Jaune made the best of his stumble, taking his sword and cutting robotic kneecaps. When he looked up again, he found him staring straight into the eyes of a Nevermore chained to the floor.

"THAT!" he shouted back at Pyrrha.

Pyrrha came to a sudden stop, grabbing Jaune and pulling him away from the Grimm.

"What the hell?!" she exclaimed, shocked and confused why this was here.

Looking into the car, she saw many other creatures of Grimm chained, or locked up in cages.

"Jaune, please tell me you know what this is about."

"No freaking idea! Uhm… Can you talk to them? I mean, talk to them while I go download the files from the train computer," he sidestepped quickly around the Grimm to the nearest console. "Nice… Grimmm… Pets…" he mumbled.

She shook her head.

"There are base commands I can give them, but they aren't sentient, they don't have thoughts like you or me," she explained, standing guard at Jaune's back.

It would be a lie to say that Jaune didn't love the idea of a pet Nevermore, but if Pyrrha said they couldn't control them, he believe her. He focused on the console and a moment later, a small data disk popped out.

"Got it, it's encrypted but I can look at it back home. See anything else valuable in here?"

"Grimm, Grimm, and more Grimm. You're going to have to tell me more about what's happened in the last decade Jaune, because this doesn't make any sense," she said.

It wasn't like the SDC was working with Cinder and Salem. If anything it was the Grimm faction's biggest target next to the kingdoms themselves. No dust meant no fuel which meant no tech. So why did they have a train full of Grimm?

"Look, I don't know either Pyrrha. The short version is that the world has gone to shit. Alright, let's head back, grab as many crates of crystals as we can and get out of here," he said, giving the Grimm a wide berth as he headed back.

He feared what rational conclusion his mind was taking him to from seeing the Grimm.

"Give me the long version when we get home."

She grabbed a couple of the larger dust crystals and tried stuffing a few vials in the pouches of her uniform, even then there was still so much being left behind. Jaune wasn't as strong as Pyrrha, so could only take one big crate in his arms.

"How'd they know we were here so quickly?"

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!" Jaune shouted, throwing the loot into the dropship.

As the two of them tried to board the dropship, guns from the distant airships began peppering their position.

"Get us out of here Jaune!" Pyrrha shouted, diving behind the bulkhead of the Bullhead. "Toss me something to shoot back at them with!"

Jaune threw his shield over her head and body, handing her his rifle at the same time.

"What did I say about not doing anything dangerous?!" he shouted, pushing her into the safety of the cabin.

"Won't matter if we get shot out of the sky!"
Jaune felt his arm buckling under the gunshots to his shield.

"Hurry up! I'm going to take off!" he shouted, creeping into the pilot's seat.

This wasn't nearly the same as Milo, but a gun was a gun. Using what little cover the frame of the rear hatch provided, Pyrrha fired at the hovering Bullheads. The pair seemed unwilling to fire their chin guns, probably not to set off the dust, but the soldiers leaning out the sides seemed to have fewer qualms about that.

Jaune retracted the dropship's gear and it leapt into the sky as fast as it could. He could feel the impacts of rounds from the control stick as he fought it for control.

"We're going to have to lose them or destroy them before I can head back! Can't let them find my lair!"

"Why do you think I asked for the gun?" she shouted over the whipping sound of moving air.

The turbulence was messing with her aim but it was also messing with the enemy shooters. Unfortunately, now that they were away from the train, they had no issue using their chin guns.

"Shit, Jaune move!"

Hearing her shout, he yanked the control yolk hard to the left, diving the ship down. He heard the whizz of the rounds fly past.

"Okay! Fine!" he shouted as he came around, firing the chin gun at the first ship.

That ship stood for a few moment before falling to the ground in a smoking wreck.

"One left!"

Pyrrha stared down the barrel of her rifle, one hand on the bulkhead as she steadied her aim. Squeezing the trigger, she saw the glass of the other Bulkhead's glass shatter as she shot out the pilot.

But before they fell, one shot escaped.

Pyrrha felt the air escape her lungs as she was tossed backwards to the floor.

"Nice shot Pyrrha!" he shouted, pulling away and heading for home. "Pyrrha? Pyrrha?!" he yelled, looking over his shoulder.

"I'm… I'm okay Jaune, just got grazed a bit," she wheezed.

Looking down, she saw that it was a bit more than that. The armor was built to stand up against teeth, claws, and small caliber bullets. The chin gun rounds tore right through it into her midsection. Black blood seeped from the wounds into her hands as she tried to stem the flow.

"Just keep us going home, I'll be fine," she moaned.

Jaune saw the blood seep into the deck and start to run towards him. He at first felt the onset of rage but then became assaulted by unbearable guilt. The issue was that he couldn't stop flying to help Pyrrha.

"Don't lie Pyrrha… I'm going to find a place to land and… And I can fix you…" he said, worriedly.

"I'm fine Jaune, really," she said, pooling some of the energy she had.

The wounds began to knit themselves closed until not 30 seconds later, she was good as new.

"See, I'm fine," she moved her hands to show the sealed skin.

Jaune stole his eyes away from searching for a landing spot and studied her abdomen. As much as he hated to admit it, she looked perfectly fine.

"Okay, but I'm still stopping after we gain some distance," he said, cursing himself.

It was all his fault, it was always his fault.

"Just get us home Jaune, we're fine now," she stood, looking out the back to make sure there weren't any other pursuers.

All she saw was smoke in the distance. Satisfied, she pressed the button to close the back hatch, sliding into one of the side benches.

Jaune just grumbled as he turned the dropship yet again. He was silent the whole ride back, looking again and again back at Pyrrha. When they finally landed in the hanger of their home, he ran back to check on her wounds.

"Really Jaune, I'm fine. I had a good meal beforehand, so everything is okay," she smiled up at him, trying to assuage his worries.

She got hurt, but if this was their life now, it was going to happen eventually.

"What were you thinking?!" he shouted, overcome with a tumult of emotions ranging from worry to anger. "I said to stay out of danger! I don't want to lose you aga-," he cut himself off.

Pyrrha's frustration from earlier only built itself back up at Jaune's words.

"What would you have me do Jaune, sit back while we're shot out of the sky?" she tore off her helmet so she could look him dead on. "If this is what the life you brought me into is like, you can't blame me for taking risks. This whole situation is a giant risk, and for dust's sake. WE. ARE. PARTNERS!"

She hit his arm with her helmet to emphasize those last few words before tossing it aside.

He cringed in pain, Pyrrha hitting the one spot where he had gotten slashed. Looking away, he still held onto his childish anger.

"I… I just can't lose you again…" he said, barely above a whisper.

"So you'd prefer us going down in a fiery wreckage together? Is that it? Either we both live or we both die without any in betweens?"

She didn't think he wanted that, but she needed him to think about what he was doing.

"I…" he wanted to say that as long as Pyrrha lived, but he knew it would only incite her anger.

Yet that's what he truly felt.

"Okay Pyrrha. I understand," he murmured defeated.

Pyrrha's face softened, her anger abated. Whether Jaune really understood was yet to be seen but hopefully he'd try. Stepping closer, she pulled him into a hug.

"Thank you Jaune."

Jaune was always weak to her hugs, but he didn't smile.

"Ow! Pyrrha really? I'm still wounded here," he joked, hugging her with his uninjured arm.

Pyrrha jumped back, cupping her face.

"I'm sorry Jaune. Come on, let's get you treated," she said, taking his hand and leading him to medical.

"It's just a scratch, but okay," he laughed, stripping his clothes when he got into sickbay.

Naked beside his underwear, he had the one gash on his shoulder but also many bruises. After getting scanned by the medical machine, the result said that his arm was broken as well, most likely from holding the shield up against the chin gun rounds.

"Just a scratch, eh?" she repeated, looking at the X-ray image. "It could be worse though. Looks like we're out of commission for a bit then."

"I've had worse," he said, rubbing his bad leg out of habit. "Not time to slow down now, got to fence those crystals and buy parts," he sighed, getting up from the table after it set his arm and sutured his wound.

"Your turn to get scanned Pyrrha, and no buts!" he said.

"No, no, I understand," she replied, removing the armor and stepping up to be examined. "Everything should be fine, but it never hurt to double check."

Stepping behind the monitor, Jaune watched as the scan went over her body. It showed newly grown flesh over what was once a gaping hole. Jaune sighed with relief and annoyance.

"Well, you were right, you're perfectly fine," he stepped up to where she laid on the scanning table, resting a hand on her bare stomach as he smiled.

He simply wanted to feel the new skin over Pyrrha's wound, but touching her skin made Jaune's body tingle. Pyrrha sat up at his touch, eyes shifting down to his hand and then back up to Jaune's eyes. She sat there, a questioning look in her eyes before she understood and smirked.

"I may not have an aura now Jaune, but I have ways to make up for it," she said, pulling Jaune down into a light kiss. She pulled away quickly to gauge his reaction.

He scowled, Pyrrha beating him to the punch. Her interlaced his fingers with hers, bending down to kiss her neck. His heart raced as fast as it did when he was fighting.

"Like what?" he asked nervously.

"Mmm, are you sure you don't want me to show you… other things?" she nuzzled her face against his, giving him kisses along his cheek as she sat up to press her body closer to his.

Jaune felt his confidence leave him, losing the initiative. He began to backpedal in his mind as he trailed his other hand from Pyrrha's neck, down to her waist.

"O-other things?" he muttered, gently pressing his frame back into hers.

What she had just said, what she had implied, caught up to her mind, and Pyrrha felt her face heat up from embarrassment.

'Come on Pyrrha, don't chicken out now,' she thought, trying to motivate herself.

Pulling her head back again, she dove for Jaune's lips, taking them in for another heated kiss.

Jaune's hands went lower, to light caress the soft curve of her rear, pushing harder into the kiss. He was even so bold as to bite her lip. Outside he may have seemed lustful but inside he was like the bullheads they just blew up; shaking and a near wreck.

'Just remember the comics, remember the comics Jaune,' he thought to himself.

"Where did… you learn how to kiss so good?" he said, stealing a line from a comic and trying to keep a hold on reality.

"A woman doesn't kiss and tell Jaune," she giggled light.

In reality, she had no idea she was that good a kisser, she just did what felt natural. And right now what felt natural was kissing him again, so she did.

The quickness of her kiss stunned him and dropped his mental defenses. He kissed her back, pushing her into the side of the exam table. Dragging his unbroken arm up her back, he threaded his fingers through her soft hair. He trailed his kisses from her lips down her neck to her collar, nipping the soft skin.

"O-oh… Sorry," he mumbled, realizing what he was doing.

Her breath hitched as Jaune worked his way down.

"It's-It's okay Jaune, you can keep going."

Oh dust she felt like she was going to burn up right now. Was this seriously happening?

"Okay…" Jaune whispered, but thought 'go where? Why didn't I pay more attention to girls growing up?'

So he decided to be blunt.

"I really… don't' know what to do though," he blushed madly, out of breath.

Yet he tried, beginning to suck on the soft skin exposed from Pyrrha's shirt.

"Just," Pyrrha gasped as he hit the sensitive flesh, "just trust your instincts, I'll guide you if you need it."

She was glad she wasn't the only inexperienced one here, but dust she was having a hard time biting back a moan. Jaune was playing her body like a violin, making her suspicious about his proclaimed inexperience.

He mumbled an acknowledgement but was too preoccupied with Pyrrha's skin. It wasn't as warm as a human's and he liked to kiss a spot until it was warm. He leaned his body more into hers, pressing her up against the table. Pyrrha sighed pleasantly as Jaune worked his way down her body, threading a hand in his hair while the other braced herself against the table. She placed a light kiss on his head as he worked his way lower down her chest.

Jaune felt like he was going to faint, his skin was on fire. He wanted to go further, but lifting his head, he just stared at Pyrrha's body hesitantly.

'What did they do next in the comics?!' he thought, losing his mind.

Stalling, he brought his hand over her neck and down to her shoulder, wanting to feel her every curve.

"So beautiful," he accidentally murmured aloud.

No matter how many times Jaune said that, Pyrrha couldn't help but blush and look off to the side.

"You're quite handsome yourself Jaune," she muttered back.

Pausing, he held her by the hips and looked down at his own body that was covered only by his boxers. There were the two freshly healing cuts, a multitude of bruises, innumerable scars, and the horrid mesh of flesh that was one of his legs.

"Hardly," he said. Leaning over, he kissed her neck.

"But you," he kissed her collarbone.

"Are," his lips found the top of her bust.

"Amazing."

Pyrrha took her hand from Jaune's head and began tracing a finger down his body, along all the bruises and scars he had.

"Don't sell yourself short, Jaune. You look every bit the handsome huntsman I dreamed you'd be," she said with a soft smile, looking down at him with his face in her chest.

Were it not for the moment they were having, she might've had a meltdown at the fact that Jaune was almost between her bosoms. Jaune wanted to have a meltdown because his eyes were full of Pyrrha's voluptuous bosoms. It was driving him mad.

"Some huntsman," he scoffed, squatting down so he could lay more kisses upon her firm stomach.

"In a world gone to hell, you've made it long enough to bring us back together. That's quite the huntsman if you asked me."

Dust, he was driving her crazy with the way he was working his way down her body. She felt like she might faint and explode any second now.

"I've killed, put you in danger, almost died," he kissed the tops of her thighs. "Quite the huntsman," he stood up again and bit her neck. "I'm just some lovesick, hopeless, romantic rogue," he picked her up by the behind and sat her onto the table.

Pyrrha didn't mind Jaune picking her up like that. It felt nice not having the table bite into her back.

"Sounds pretty catchy to me."

She took Jaune's head gently in her hands, guiding him to look into her eyes.

"Call yourself what you need to Jaune, but I'm back, I'm here, and I'm yorus as long as you're mine," she pulled him in for a soft kiss.

"Well technically," he chuckled, "I bought you, so you belong to me." He said that jokingly after they kissed.

She playfully swatted at Jaune's chest, "Oh hush you, that's my joke Mister 'stop calling me master.'"

He buried his face in her chest, "Like I said, there are handcuffs down in the brig that I can easily get to."

Stepping into her, he spread her legs around his waist.

"Maybe next time 'Master'~" Pyrrha said, starting to feel really weak as he got that close. "I-I think one of us is a b-bit overdressed," she said, looking down at his boxers.

"Oh," he bit her again, "what are you gonna do about it?"

He took one of her hands, but his other was still imprisoned by the cast. Instead, he rested that hand on her thigh, squeezing it gently.

"Well if my 'Master' is unwilling to undress himself, I guess his loyal slave girl will have to do it instead," she said, dropping her hands to Jaune's waist and shifting the clothes down, inch by inch.

Jaune froze as he was biting her lip. He stared at her eyes and then at her hands. It was so silent he could hear the thumping of his heart in his ears. Everything seemed to slow. They had seen each other naked but it was so different having someone else undress him. Not to mention he was pretty sure this was the first time for both of them. Pyrrha's willingness and his own frankly terrified him.

"Pyrrha…" he hissed, an ounce of apprehension in his voice.

Hearing Jaune hiss, she hoped she hadn't crossed a boundary. They'd already gone so far so fast, she wouldn't be surprised if they stopped here.

"Yes Jaune?"

Jaune was at a loss for words. He didn't want her to stop, but he didn't have the confidence to tell her to keep going. Instead he kissed her again, pressing his body into hers and biting her lip.

Pyrrha took the kiss as him wanting this to continue, so with a final deft movement, she brought his boxers to his knees where it fell to the floor. She returned her hands to the back of his head to pull him into the kiss. Jaune felt his manhood spring out from his boxers. Being naked liks this with Pyrrha wasn't the first time but with the tense atmosphere it made his body shiver. He kissed her back, hands around her thighs.

A hot rush of blood made Pyrrha go lightheaded as Jaune's member pressed against her thighs.

'Dust this was really happening,' she thought as she melted into another kiss.

Jaune's mind and heart were overloading by the sensation, him rubbing against her cool skin. He felt awkward, exposed, but ravenous. Placing a hand on her hip, he positioned himself but made a horrible job of it.

"L-like this?"

Adjusting herself a bit on the table, Pyrrha guiding his member between her legs, and helped him correct his positioning.

"L-like this, Jaune. Th-this is where you need to go," she whispered.

'No second thoughts Pyrrha, no second thoughts. This is what you wanted, and not it's happening,' she mentally chanted to herself, hoping they were doing this right.

He nearly jumped out of his skin, having her hand wrap around him like that.

"P-Pyrrha… I…" he stumbled, stalling.

Was this really happening? Was he going to wake from a dream like he usually did?!
"Are you…" he was already panting, slipping a fraction of himself into her, "ready?"

Pyrrha had to try hard not to moan as he slid into her, even if it was only a bit.

"Dust Jaune… I-you're asking now while you're almost inside me?" she half chuckled.

Dust she loved him, even if he could be a bit dense. She just shook her head and looked at him with the sweetest smile.

"I want no regrets Jaune."

Her smile melted everything inside of him, making him forget the pain, the past, throwing him back to their younger days when all they had was school.

"Okay," he murmured, enraptured by the grey beauty that he was connected to. Hesitantly, he moved forward, bit by bit as he leaned in to kiss her again, groaning as he felt so much warmth from such a small part of his body.

"O-Oh… Oh Grimm," he muttered, holding onto her for support.

Pyrrha winced as Jaune entered her, getting used to having something like this penetrate her. Despite her discomfort, it felt so good that she couldn't ignore it. She wrapped her legs around Jaune's waist, holding him close once he was all the way in.

"Dust Jaune, I feel… this feels amazing," she said with a moan.

She was holding tightly onto Jaune's shoulders, getting ready for what was to happen next.

Everywhere Pyrrha's skin met Jaune's, he felt the warmth sapped from him. It made him shiver, but he was so hot that it didn't matter. With Pyrrha's legs around him, there was no escape.

"I… Ohhh," he groaned, feeling her every motion. "You feel… Amazing Pyrrha," he mumbled, at a loss for words.

He slowly got the idea and began to rock his hips, dragging himself out and in gently. Even this slow made him feel insane, made him felt like he was going to burst.

"Does it feel… Okay? I don't think… I can last," he said in strained ecstasy, biting her neck to try and quench his moans.

It felt amazing. Pyrrha was so happy, feeling Jaune move inside her. Weirdly enough, he biting her made her feel even more turned on. Unconsciously, she began moving her hips as well, although she was awkwardly out of sync with Jaune's rhythm.

"Dust Jaune, I love it, I love this! Please keep going," she begged.

Jaune heard her and felt like a wild Grimm as he moved his hips faster. He bent his head as low as it could go, biting the top of her bosom hungrily. Sadly, he didn't last long. Being alone for years he had plenty of… 'alone time' but this was his first time with someone else. His body grew rigid a few more pumps later, as he howled like a Beowulf, his bottom half exploding as he felt the sticky wetness seep between them.

"Oh… Grimm… Dust… I… I'm sorry… I couldn't," he sighed, leaning heavily into her body.

Pyrrha was feeling on top of the world as Jaune thrusted into her. Never had she imagined she could feel this good, and yet she knew it would get even better with her building orgasm. Just as it was starting to grow, she felt Jaune cum inside her, and despite how good it felt at first, Pyrrha couldn't help but feel disappointed as he came to a stop.

"It's… it's okay Jaune. Can you continue?" she breathed. She rolled her hips, mewing slight as she did so, not wanting to be left behind.

Feeling her restless movements against his hyper sensitive skin made Jaune moan.

"I think… I think so…" he breathed, suddenly feeling exhausted. "I'm sorry. I can… I can keep going."

He felt guilty that he came so fast. He climbed onto the table with Pyrrha, rolling her on top of him.

"Like… this?"

Pyrrha suddenly found herself straddling Jaune. She rested her hand on his chest to hold herself up. She felt Jaune touched her insides differently than before, though just as heavenly, if not more so.

"Yes Jaune, like that," she hummed pleasantly as she rocked her hips forward and back a bit.

Jaune felt her weight and the power in her hips. He felt deeper than he was before, the cum dripping out onto both their legs. Watching Pyrrha was mesmerizing, the way her chest swayed with every movement. All the lines were broken now as he reached up with his good hand and took one of her breasts, kneading it gently.

Pyrrha was moaning wantonly as she started to bounce on Jaune, his cum and her juices making it a lot easier and pleasurable to be penetrated.

"Oh dust, oh dust, oh dust Jaune!" she moaned, lost in pleasure.

Jaune couldn't believe how good it felt. He tried to add his own hips to help Pyrrha. His pleasure was amplified by the post-coming sensitivity so much so that it was almost painful. His hand clenched Pyrrha's breast hard as he watched her face.

"Keep going!" he urged her.

Pyrrha could feel that pressure building in her core, similar to what she had felt before. The pressure on her breast in his grasp hurt a bit, but in a weird way it was turning her on.

"Jaune, I can feel it, I'm gonna cum!" she shouted.

He let go of her chest and placed both his hands on her hips. He pulled her down as he thrusted up with his hips, trying to help her reach her plateau. The songs of joy form her mouth made him mad with desire as he grunted with every pump. Her insides clamped tight around him and he couldn't believe what he felt.

"Oh Grimm me too!"

The hands on her hips pushed her over the edge, pulling her down deeper onto his cock again and again until she felt a warm explosion of ecstasy seep through her entire body. She felt her arms go weak as she fell forward onto Jaune's chest, trembling with pleasure.

Jaune came shortly after, breathing hard as Pyrrha collapsed onto him. Wearily, he wrapped a hand around her waist, stroking her sweating head. He felt dead with pleasure.

"Woah… that was intense."

Pyrrha could only nod her head against his chest, still coming down from her orgasmic high. She hummed in satisfaction as Jaune played with her hair.

Jaune's eyes danced on the edge of sleep, his hand becoming more limp as he stroked Pyrrha's body. He felt their session and all the day's work start to weigh him down. Yet he began to shiver, Pyrrha's body sucking the warmth from him.

"Why…" he began, squirming slightly under her massive chest, reorienting themselves so they laid side by side, "why is your body always so cold?"

Pyrrha frowned as she was pushed away from the warm body. Did they have to go back to reality so quickly? She let off a sad sigh as fate refused to hear her please.

"I'm still not human, Jaune," she said with a sorrowful smile.