'Stejar Albrastru' sat in the back room of his buddy Tukson's book store. He was wearing a rather shoddy disguise. It basically boiled down to sunglasses, a "Ninjas of Love" ball cap, and a surprisingly decent brown wig. Only surprisingly decent, though. Anyone with any sense at all could tell it was fake.
As Tukson manned the front of the store, 'Stejar' mused that maybe his original plan wasn't as good as he thought. It wasn't a bad plan, it was just cooked up before Jaune realized he had a legitimate shot with a (beautiful, holy shit beautiful in fact) girl he had actually met in real life. Jaune Arc had long doubted his odds of landing a girlfriend due to his various issues: social awkwardness that bordered on the apocalyptic, confidence issues when he wasn't writing under an assumed name, and the general facts that he had zero clue about women in general. His quest to understand/meet women had actually been one of the reasons' he had taken over the Ninjas of Love series from his aunt Ampoulé. The gobs of money and the fact he actually kind of enjoyed writing were bonuses.
Anyway, back to Jaune's present dilemma. The publisher had approached Jaune to set up a contest to celebrate the release of The Shogun's Garden. They had left the details of the contest up to him. Naturally, Jaune had rigged the hell out of the contest to ensure that 'Nossis' and 'Bunko431' had the best odds of winning. Jaune had talked to them a good bit through one of his sockpuppet accounts. They were intelligent and both had the dry sassy humor Jaune liked. Abusing his admin powers, Jaune had discovered that they were both in Vale.
So, he had hatched a plan to meet them.
'I've come this far,' Jaune decided. 'Might as well see how things go. If anything, I can see how this whole dating thing goes, even if it is only a one and done...'
Feeling slightly more confident, he decided to be productive. The Beacon student couldn't work on the footwork drills Pyrrha had shown him in the relatively tiny, if well lit, back room. So, he decided to continue sketching out a few plot points for the next novel.
Three knocks drew Jaune's attention away from an idea involving Ume, whose resemblance to Ruby was completely coincidental because Jaune had created Ume nearly a year and a half before meeting his pint-sized Weapons-obsessed friend, killing a Nevermore to save that guy.
"Stej, I'm not sure who's about to win more. The two girls in the contest...or you..."
Jaune blinked. "Winners? Plural? Already?"
"Two girls worked together." Tukson said as he opened the door. Jaune was disappointed that he couldn't see who had just won the contest.
"Uh, forum handles?" Jaune asked. "Did they have the code words?"
Tukson smirked and stepped out of the way. The two contest winners stood in the door wearing matching triumphant, smug, and brain-meltingly-sexy smirks. Jaune stood up, looked each of them in the eye, before finally turning to Tukson. "Tukson, please punch me in the left shoulder."
Tukson shrugged and walked over. "You sure?" Jaune returned the shrug and was hit in the shoulder, hard.
"Ow! Definitely not having some sort of way-too-good-to-be-true dream. Um...what are your...forum handles?"
It was incredibly surreal as Jaune Arc's best friend, burgeoning crush, mentor, and all around idol stepped forward to answer with, "Nossis."
The surreality of seeing her standing in the doorway was too much. Jaune thought he knew his partner, but Pyrrha Nikos had decided to stun him completely. "The Temple Bell..."
So, the hits kept coming. Jaune knew Blake Belladonna was a reader, but he hadn't expected her to be a reader. "Bunko431 and... "is an ideal."
"Holy shit," 'Stejar' breathed. "Well, congrats on winning the contest."
"You're welcome," Blake said knowingly.
Pyrrha had pulled out a lien-chit from somewhere. Jaune was too busy trying not to hyperventilate due to discovering his incredibly hot best friend was one of his most obsessive readers to register where the chit had come from. The fact that his other close friend was also an incredibly hot nigh-religious reader was doing Jaune's control of his blood flow any favors.
"Tukson, is it?" The store owner nodded in response to Pyrrha's question. "This has eight thousand lien on it. Take the rest of the day off."
Tukuson grinned. "I'll make sure everyone knows you ladies won. Oh, and Blake...when you're done there will be a message under the register."
Blake kept her cool remarkably well as Tukson directed an odd salute at the Faunus. He disappeared shortly after. Blake and Pyrrha resumed grinning hungrily as the small room's door clicked shut.
"We know who you really are, Jaune..." Pyrrha admitted.
"Y-You do?" Jaune stammered. "How?"
Blake stalked over to the small table and sat on it, facing Jaune. "Your message when you ran interference on Sun...you practically quoted the 'Cafe Shootdown' scene."
"The timing was too coincidental. I...may have checked your browser history last night to confirm," Pyrrha admitted.
Jaune started to ask how Pyrrha knew his password. It took him a second to remember in his stunned state that Pyrrha had help him reset his password. "So...since we're admitting secrets..."
"Yes?" Pyrrha's question was timed to coincide with the exact moment she sat in Jaune's lap.
"I...may have completely rigged the contest to give you both the best chance at winning," Jaune admitted with difficulty. His confession wasn't difficult because of the content. The difficulty was born from the fact that Pyrrha was sitting in his lap, playing with his natural hair after removing the wig with a sinful grin on her face. If Jaune was a betting man, Pyrrha...and Blake now that Jaune caught a glimpse of her equally predatory posture...were both moments away from taking full advantage of Jaune.
Not that Jaune would call it 'taking advantage of'. There really wasn't any words in the languages of man and Faunus kind to describe just how much he was going to consent to this.
"And why, Jaune, would you rig a contest?" Blake asked, her voice dancing with a combination of lust, curiosity, and dry amusement.
"To, ah," Jaune found words rather hard...phrasing...Jaune chastised himself...at the moment as Pyrrha shifted in his lap. "Meet...you two. Or least...figure out who was behind the forum handles..."
"Devious," Pyrrha hummed. "What was your plan after that?"
"Uh...not 100% sure, but this is definitely a few steps ahead of whatever it was going to be..." Jaune revealed.
For once, Jaune's density was actually rewarded. The last thing Jaune had been expecting was Pyrrha to kiss him. Sure, he had seen it coming. The whole situation was building towards it. Jaune/Stejar had just anticipated he would have to take the lead.
Not that he was complaining.
He was, after all, making out with Pyrrha Nikos. There were hundreds of thousands of men...and women...who would gladly charge a thousand Creeps armed with a wire hanger and a cardboard paper towel tube to be in Jaune's position right now. The author decided to follow some advice from his books and stopped over-thinking the kiss. Passion overrode every instinct, every conscious thought, and every other impulse. This was quickly surpassing his acceptance to Beacon, the first time one of his books had hit number one, and his eight birthday's X-ray and Vav themed party as the best day ever.
Alas, all good things must reach half-time.
"That," Jaune stated verbosely and eloquently.
"That," Pyrrha agreed with a smile as she pressed her forehead against his. "I'm going to get ready for what's next. Besides, Blake is probably feeling left out."
Jaune was usually fairly quick with a snarky comment. However, the day of awesome impossibilities continued to repeatedly tell Jaune to shut-up and go with it. As Blake hopped down from the table, she gave a quick peck on the lips to Pyrrha.
'Two of the hottest girls ever just kissed each other,' Jaune acknowledged silently. 'I guess the universe has forgiven me for being a jackass during the whole 'I faked my transcripts' emo period.'
"You know it," Blake said while finding a comfortable spot in Jaune's lap. The author groaned pleasurably as the gorgeous Faunus began to grind against the tight spot in his pants. Blake's kiss was not Pyrrha's kiss. Pyrrha's kiss had been questing, curious even. It had been an exploration and a moment of self-discovery as much as a moment of passion.
Not that Jaune had complained. He had thought it singularly awesome.
This kiss was not a partnership. Blake was clearly in charge. She guided Jaune towards the results that would grant her the most pleasure. 'And holy shit, that's her tongue...' Jaune threw even more enthusiasm into the kiss, even as the small rational part of his mind tried to warn him that his penis could only get so erect. The rest of his conscious and unconscious mind quickly beat rational thought into a coma.
Blake broke the kiss with a smile. Jaune caught sight of a Pyrrha half-tossing a blanket across a clear section of room. While wearing nothing. Holy shit, Pyrrha was naked within his line of sight.
"Pyrrha, I'm going to jump the gun a bit," Blake announced. Pyrrha had bent over and was fishing for something in the small bag by the door. Jaune gave a half-gulp at the sight of Pyrrha's exposed, toned, and glistening ass. There was no mistaking how aroused she was. It was probably one of the top three hottest images in the history of mankind. Definitely number one in Jaune's limited experience.
"Go ahead, I'll join you in a moment," Pyrrha responded in her usual warm and chipper tone.
The Faunus knelt in front of Jaune and hastily, and almost violently, pulled Jaune's pants down. Blake gasped at Jaune's cock. "I don't think that dream did this justice."
"Wait...dream?" Jaune asked. The ability to speak was quickly replaced with incoherent moans of bliss as Blake started stroking his rod. He managed a grunt before Blake sent a tsunami of shocking bliss through his body. She had engulfed his rod in her mouth. "F-Fuck," was the first somewhat coherent word he had managed to say in Oum knew how long. Blake was unpredictable. One moment, she almost lazily traced the Jaune's tip with her tongue. The next, she raced up and down the shaft. No matter how she progressed, she purred happily. Jaune was about to explode.
Then Pyrrha returned...
"Don't get greedy," Pyrrha teased. Blake slowly freed Jaune from her attentions. The author moaned contentedly as Pyrrha boldly traced her tongue along Jaune's shaft. Faunus and Champion 'dueled' for a few moments. They realized Jaune was on the verge of exploding under the sheer ecstasy he was being subjected to. Blake took Jaune's full length one last time before kissing Pyrrha and slipping away to disrobe.
"H-Holy shit," Jaune miraculously articulated. Mistral's Arena Legend looked up at Jaune with a small smile that balanced between hesitation and confident. The smile was a paradox, but Jaune's mind was already drowning in a sea of pleasure. There were simply no more resources available for his brain to even acknowledge how confidence and hesitation could exist at the same time.
Pyrrha wasn't sure her heart had ever beaten this fast. She had fought in dozens of tournaments, battled Grimm, and once played Two Step Turnover for seven straight hours. Pyrrha's drumbeat of desire and nervousness made those times seem as strenuous as sitting through Professor Port's class.
'I need this,' Pyrrha thought breathlessly. She resumed her sensual assault on Jaune's erection. Jaune knew he was approaching his limit. Blake's confident, very naked, strut over to where Pyrrha was rendering Jaune drunk on pleasure. The Faunus kissed Jaune as she guided his free hand towards her pussy. Blake had pointed Jaune's fingers in the correct directions.
There was only so much a man could take.
"W-Woah." Jaune shuddered.
Blake hummed. "You're a quick study. That was really good."
Pyrrha shakily rose to her feet. The champion almost looked drunk on the pleasure of the moment. She grabbed a glass of water from the table and drank quickly. Somehow, Jaune found himself even more entranced than usual by Pyrrha's breasts.
"You've been left out, Pyrrha," Jaune said with a smirk. His partner barely had time to squawk a "What?" before Jaune had pulled her into his lap. Jaune's fingers began exploring the Champion's clit. Pyrrha was a symphony of erotic bliss. Mewls, gasps, and moans escaped Pyrrha's lips. Jaune laid a powerful kiss at the crook of Pyrrha's neck.
"Pyrrha, you're making good sounds," Blake whispered. She leaned in and kissed Pyrrha. The two women's tongues intertwined and dueled. Pyrrha was overcome by the waves of pleasure and began bucking against Jaune's fingers. The dream had been intense. It had utterly failed to prepare the Mistralan Hoplite for heat of sex.
"J-Jaune! Blake!" Pyrrha cried out. "J-Jaune...I need you...I..."
So, Jaune thought in a bit of a panic, this was actually happening. There was no mistaken the consent. Jaune gave Pyrrha another kiss before slipping away. Jaune had never been so proud of a bout of nigh-overconfident foresight in his entire life. He had purchased a pack of condoms in hopes that things would fall in his favor.
He just hadn't expected them to fall this fucking much in his favor.
Jaune couldn't help but grin like a complete maniac as his belt, shirt, and other assorted articles of clothing disappeared throughout the small backroom after a short flight. He still couldn't believe everything thing that was happening. 'Ponder your improbably good luck later. Pyrrha wants to fuck you. Don't screw this up'
To accentuate the universe's favor, Jaune arrived as Pyrrha and Blake continued to make out. The Invincible Girl caught sight of Jaune and broke the kiss. Jaune couldn't help but be amazed that two women were after him.
"How do you two handle being so much hotter than every other person in the universe?"
Blake and Pyrrha smiled at the compliment. Blake showed her appreciation by removing her bow and dropping it at her feet. Jaune looked at the two girls with a grin. Pyrrha was on her back and had propped herself up with her elbows.
"Jaune," Pyrrha begged. Jaune was all to eager to comply as he knelt in front of the gorgeous redhead. As Jaune entered her, Pyrrha moaned happily. She had wanted this practically since she had first seen Jaune. There was no pain as Jaune began his deliberate thrusts. Pyrrha knew exactly why he wasn't going 'full speed'. Most women experienced pain and discomfort during their first time. The Four-time Champion had no such concerns. Her hymen had been broken during her tournament career. "F-Faster."
Pyrrha's message was received crystal clear. The author picked up the pace. Blake slipped off to Jaune's right side. She began to tease Pyrrha's breasts with her tongue. Jaune lifted Pyrrha's left leg and repositioned himself so he could reach deeper within her. His plan appeared to work wonders as one of his renewed pumps hit one of Pyrrha's sensitive locales. The Hoplite's cry of pleasure was the sweetest music Jaune had probably ever heard. He was not going to neglect Blake either. Reaching out with his right hand, Jaune slipped two fingers in between her folds. The Faunus' gasp transitioned from surprise to a pleased moan. Blake bucked against Jaune's fingers.
Time seemed to become lost in the haze of the trio's lovemaking. Eventually, the Huntsman and Huntresses reached their limit. Pyrrha gave in first with a scream that was soon muffled by an eager, hungry, and fierce kiss from Blake. Jaune followed shortly there after.
"I...I.." Pyrrha struggled to speak through the white noise of her climax rattling her mind. "I've never felt that good..."
Jaune leaned forward and kissed his partner. "You were amazing." Pyrrha kissed the object of her lust, love, and affection the picosecond Jaune finished speaking. She leaned back as she willed the world to stop spinning so that she could resume this inexplicably glorious experience.
"Blake," Jaune turned his attention to the gorgeous Faunus to his right. Blake Belladonna seemed to shimmer due to the sheen of sweat encasing her perfectly toned and proportioned body. "Are you ready?"
"Jaune...you have no idea," she replied. Blake's voice carried her usual snarky confidence. No one could miss the undertone of hunger swimming beneath the surface of her voice.
The lone male in the room was all too happy to meet his new lover's needs. He quickly slipped off the used condom and replaced it. "Any, uh, position preferences?"
"Sit in the chair," Blake suggested. Jaune obliged, a bit shocked honestly that he hadn't been completely drained from the wonders of fucking Pyrrha Nikos while in a threesome with Blake Belladonna. Blake stalked over to Jaune and ran a hand down his chest. "Good boy."
She straddled him and quickly became amazed at how well he filled her. The dream was beginning to appear exceptionally prophetic. Jaune probably wasn't the biggest, but his fit inside was magnificent.
"Oum above!" Blake yelled as Jaune began his offensive. The Arc was using the floor to provide better leverage. He began kissing the back and sides of her neck along with her shoulders. Jaune was nearly unpredictable and the little flares of pleasure felt like star bursts across her skin. Each thrust and caress nearly drowned her in a rolling sea of pleasure.
Then a new stimulus threatened to send her over the edge already. It was a struggle to look down as her eyes had nearly drunkenly roll back in her head. Her left arm was kneading her breast, while her right was gripping tightly on Jaune's hair. As she cast a quick glance down, Blake's suspicions were confirmed. Pyrrha Nikos was currently lapping greedily at Blake's entryway in time with Jaune's piston-like attentions.
"F-Fuck," Blake gasped. Jaune's skillful hands somehow knew exactly how to toy with the Faunus' breasts. The Mistral Champion's tongue was clearly wasted on such mundane exercises such as verbally destroying racists and radio commercials if this is what the redhead was capable of. All these thoughts were quickly lost behind a white-hot explosion that submerged Blake completely in bliss. She was blinded, every nerve in her body screamed, and her muscles spasmed gloriously.
It was the most amazing physical experience of her life.
There were no words spoken for several minutes. The trio simply basked in their mutual glow. Blake eventually slid off of Jaune's lap. Pyrrha leaned into her friend and lover. Blake actually purred, which earned a bit of a squee from the Champion and an amused chuckle from the author, when Pyrrha decided to play with Blake's ears. Jaune filled out the official blog post announcing that 'Bunko431' and 'Nossis' had won the contest. 'Stejar' spun a tale about how neither winner wanted their pictures posted at this time. There was an e-mail from the publishing companies agents in the other Kingdoms. Jaune wrote out a somewhat standard congrats and thank-you to those winners.
Honestly, he didn't really care about his other fans at this moment. Jaune's entire world barely extended past the door to Tukson's office. He flopped down next to the girls with a smile. "I have to say that today went so far beyond good, that we're going to have to make up a new word for it. Like..a combination of good and not bad. Gonabad? How do you ladies feel about Gonabad?"
Blake laughed. "It reminds me why you are the only competition with Ruby for Biggest Dork Ever. Have to say, after this, I'll give you edge on the lovable side of the dork scale."
"Definitely lovable," Pyrrha agreed.
"So..." Jaune drew out the word. "I was wondering...would you both be interested in...actual dates? I mean if this is a one time thing I g..."
Pyrrha silenced Jaune's panicked babbling with a peck on the lips. "Jaune, I promise you that this wasn't a one time thing. I would love to go on dates."
"I am very interested," Blake answered with a smile.
Jaune whooped, before adding jokingly, "Now, how can I be sure the two of you are not just going to use your goddess-like beauty to sneak previews of the next books and get me to write what you want?"
"Well, shoot Nossis. I think he's on to us," Blake joked.
Pyrrha faux-pouted. "And here I thought we were smarter than Jaune."
"Hey, I resemble that remark!" Jaune joked. "Maybe I'll just flip the script so I can focus on the coming War Arc instead of the resolution for Bunko and Kiro's wedding arc in the next few books."
'Stejar Alblastru' quickly found himself pinned to the ground by two very zealous fans. He wasn't complaining about the view of their glorious naked forms, but they carried a dangerous edge to their body language.
"Jaune Arc!" Pyrrha snapped authoritatively. "You. Wouldn't. Dare."
Blake leaned in close and practically bristled with menace. "We know where you sleep."
"Uh...kidding? You are both beautiful and talented women. I also thank you for being the best fans ever and I already regret making that joke. I promise it will never happen again and I will even let you have a bit of say in the next book," Jaune hastily apologized.
"Good answer, Jaune," Blake commended the author with a nod. Pyrrha smiled and snuggled against his chest.
After a while, Blake's Scroll started 'exploding'. She reluctantly walked over to its location, inadvertently allowing the J and P of Team JNPR to savor the view.
"Um..." Blake said uncertainly. "Did either of you realize it's seven thirty at night?"
Jaune and Pyrrha gawked at each other in surprise. "W-We've...did it that long?!"
"Well," Jaune said gently to his partner/lover/trainer/best friend. "We have spent like the last two hours talking about the books and stuff in general..."
"Still...Nora and Yang have...questions about where we have all been..." Blake reminded her lovers delicately.
"Well..." Pyrrha gulped.
"Shit?" Jaune suggested helpfully.
The two women nodded in agreement. Jaune quickly walked over to his Scroll and dialed the only sane person any of them knew. After the second ring, Jaune's savior replied.
"Ren!" Jaune cried out in relief. "Brother-from-another-mother! I need you to...somewhat...rescue Pyrrha, Blake and I."
"Somewhat?"
Jaune sighed at Ren's question. "The three of us will explain everything, but we need clothes. Ours are kinda...somewhere...I'm not really sure. I think I see my pants on top of a shelf full of fantasy novels, which given the current situation is so insanely fitting I can't even put it into words..."
"Jaune, focus. Nora and Yang know I am talking to you," Ren redirected his best guy friend.
"Right," Jaune sighed. "I need you to get us a change of clothes. Load them into my rocket locker and I promise to pay you back. Like, legit four-digit, pay back."
The Zen-master sighed. "On it. For you and Pyrrha?"
"And Blake..." Jaune added. That was followed with a muttered, "Not that she doesn't look amazing naked..."
Jaune turned around as the call ended. The women had an amused gleam in their eyes. "My hearing is twice as strong as a human's. I heard that last comment," Blake finished with a laugh.
"Oh, I know," Jaune replied casually. "You deserve to hear compliments like that; same for you Pyrrha. Not that you both don't look freaking amazing all the time, but damn."
'Yeah,' Jaune thought as he took in the impact of his comment. 'I'm the man.'
'I probably spoke too soon,' Jaune finished with a gulp as Nora slammed her palm down on Team RWBY's kitchen table.
"She's my partner!" Yang snapped.
Nora huffed. "Two of the three people involved are on my team! Numbers are on my side! I get to be the bad cop!"
"Well, Miss Valkyrie, I'll have you know that I am a certified unlicensed bad-cop! Have you ever taken down a criminal gang in their own club? twice?" The Brawler snapped.
Jaune exchanged nervous glances with an equally disheveled Blake and Pyrrha. Weiss, Ruby, and Ren had varied reactions. Weiss was masking her scandalized reaction to the obvious source of the situation at hand masterfully. Ren...well...Ren was taking it all in stride perfectly.
Ruby seemed to the weighing some pretty heavy thoughts.
"Wait!" Nora roared. "We can both be bad cops! Ren is the best good cop ever!"
"I like the way you think!" Yang roared back with an offered high-five.
Ren rolled his eyes as Nora and Yang created an overly elaborate high-five routine. "Well...Jaune, you said you'd explain. Want to start?"
"Should I take the lead or would you ladies like to start?" Jaune asked. The girls raised an eyebrow each at Jaune. "Alright. So...everyone knows that Pyrrha and Blake went out to go meet the author of the 'Ninjas of Love' series..."
"They left very early...but if I recall...you left even earlier, Fearless Leader!" Nora pointed a finger accusingly at her second favorite man on Remnant.
Yang crossed her arms. "Why were you leaving so early?"
"I promise I will tell you, but I need whatever I say next to stay in this room. If I have to get NDAs, I will," Jaune's words weren't quite a threat, but they definitely weren't to be taken lightly.
"This'll be good! Spill it!" Yang snickered.
Jaune groaned. Time for things to get awkward. "The contest was for two fans to meet the author. Pyrrha and Blake won the contest...the author had to be there so..."
The silence was palpable. Surprisingly, Ruby was the first to make the connection. "Jaune...you...you write smut?"
"I write artistic erotic fiction, thank you very much," Jaune retorted humorously.
Weiss cleared her throat. "Jaune, if you are an accomplished author, why are your essay grades so average?"
"Because...uh...keeping up appearances?" Jaune countered. "I'm also focused on getting up to speed when it comes to combat."
"Smut that doesn't answer the question," Yang continued to snicker. "We are going to need you to say it."
"At least sex times," Nora added.
RWBY and JNPR stared at Nora for several minutes. Blake, Pyrrha, and Jaune made an attempt to slip away. Ruby intercepted the three lovers' 'prison break' with her Semblance. "First, you three stay here. Second, as Leader of RWBY, I hereby ban all puns!"
"I second that motion," Blake concurred quickly.
Ren shook his head at his bro, teammate, and ally respectively. "A valiant effort, but I don't think Nora and Yang will let you all off the hook that easy."
"I'm sorry," Pyrrha reflexively apologized.
"So, you three met up and..." Weiss interjected.
Pyrrha's blush matched her hair. Blake seemed to shrink into her seat. Jaune alternated between super proud of himself and sheepish.
"Stuff," Pyrrha managed to squeak out.
"Stuff?" Nora asked. "Together-together stuff?"
"Stuff," Blake confirmed.
Ruby's silver eyes went as wide as saucers. "Stuff?!"
"Stuff," Jaune gently added.
"The three of you? How would that even work?" Ruby continued to take the lead.
Blake had a far-away look on her face. "Very, very well."
"Grandly," Pyrrha concurred.
"I am pretty sure I'm going to have the best limp ever for a few days," Jaune added.
Weiss cleared her throat. "Can we please avoid detail explanations about your sexual escapades?"
Everyone nodded in agreement, except Ruby because Yang was covering the Young Reaper's ears with both hands.
"Yaaaaang, they aren't even talking! I can read lips, too. Don'tcha remember?"
The elder Xiao-Long sister gasped in panic as she awkwardly positioned herself between the Ménage à trois and her baby sister. "You are staying sweet and innocent or I will freaking end everyone else in this room!"
"Maybe we should have stayed in the office..." Jaune whispered to the girls.
Pyrrha grinned. "I would not have said no to another encounter."
"There's always the laundry room..." Blake whispered.
'This,' Jaune realized, 'must be what winning feels like...'
Author's note: Well, this story has certainly hit its climax. There are two chapters left after this one. Next chapter will be an excuse for separate Arkos and Knightshade lemons with some legitimate character moments for Ruby. Chapter five will probably be another Darkos smutacular framing the proud modern Hollywood tradition of franchise foundation building...
But holy crap, I might actually finish a multi-chapter story! Not sure the universe can handle that level of madness, but if this starts the End Times at least they were brought about by Darkos smut instead of the Dark Gods of Chaos and the Skaven!
Reviews are always welcome and appreciated. Especially Constructive reviews, positive and negative! Flames just pad my stats and give me a chance to use the poor wounded author card to drum up more reviews.