The next morning, Blake was on cloud nine. Jaune messaged her bright and early, letting her know that he had arranged for a bullhead to drop them off in Forever Fall and pick them back up on their return flight to the school. They would have to share the cargo hold with crates of equipment bound for northern Sanus but she had stowed away in much worse conditions than those during her stint in the White Fang. It meant that they only had a set amount of time to do their work but Jaune assured her that it would be more than enough. Everything taken care of on that front, she moved around her dorm room making nary a sound as she showered quickly and changed into her combat attire, memories of what she had done in the bathroom the day before fresh in her mind. It wasn't until she exited the bathroom, towel wrapped around her hair that she realized she wasn't the only one awake.
"Morning," Ruby yawned as she stumbled by her into the bathroom, the door closing with a soft click. Blake remained rooted to the spot for several long moments, only moving again when she heard the tell tale sound of the shower starting up.
"Calm down," she chided herself gently, hand over her heart. It was pounding like a drum. "You're just going out to do some research."
It was not a date; she was just being silly yesterday. She wasn't doing anything wrong. It was for school – nothing more, nothing less. She was only giddy because she really wanted to finish this assignment with top marks. There wasn't anything more to it.
She repeated that to herself over and over again, willing it to be true.
She all but floated into the cafeteria after collecting her weapon, ordering something light. While she didn't have Jaune's notorious motion sickness problem, she wasn't exactly a keen flier herself. Ground vehicles were fine; trains, buses, cars. Even ships were mostly good, though it really depended on how rough the seas were. All that rocking and swaying could upset even the most hardy of stomachs with enough of a swell. Hailing from Menagerie meant she had traveled on a lot of boats. Flying, though – it wasn't that she disliked it, but that feeling on take off and landing could be unsettling. Not to mention turbulence.
It was just better if she didn't have anything heavy weighing her down; some toast and jam, maybe a hardboiled egg. Then she could go meet Jaune at the landing pads and be on their way.
She was just finishing applying some strawberry jam to her toast when a bowl thunked down opposite her, causing her to flinch. Ruby slouched into the chair across from her, bleary eyed but a little more awake than earlier, hair still damp from the shower. Blake watched as her team leader poured a more than healthy helping of milk into her bowl of cereal, her movements sluggish as she spooned a generous spoonful into her mouth. Dozens of little Pumpkin Pete's met their end. The crunch was deafening to her ears.
"Ah, morning Ruby," Blake began tentatively. "You're up early."
Whatever her reply, it was lost within her mouthful of cereal, mumbled gibberish that had milk spilling over her lips. Chewing methodically, the younger girl heaped another spoonful into her mouth, then another and another. Unfocused silver eyes stared through her. It was unsettling, like she was seeing something else beyond her.
Blake took a small bite out of her toast.
Neither of them spoke, the silence stretching on beyond awkward. Ruby didn't seem to notice anything amiss, eating her cereal without a care in the world while she continued to stare at something only she could see. Blake tried to ignore her strange behavior the best she could, devouring her toast quickly and all but swallowing her egg whole. Trying to not look so eager, she stood and was about to say her goodbyes when she noticed something.
Ruby had Crescent Rose strapped to her lower back. She hadn't seen it at first because of her red cloak.
"Are you going somewhere?" she blurted before she could stop herself. Ruby blinked, gazing up at her.
"Hm? Oh," she mumbled, rubbing her eyes. "I asked Jaune if I could tag along to Forever Fall. Three huntsmen are better than two, right?"
Blake felt her mood plummet in an instant.
"But don't you have your own assignment to finish?" Blake asked somewhat desperately. Ruby finished her bowl off, raising the rim to her lips to drink the remaining milk. Smacking her lips together, she let out a soft burp.
"We've already finished," she admitted, standing. Stretching her arms above her head, she let out a satisfied groan. "I mean, kinda. We just need to write up our paper but we have all our notes done. We can do that tomorrow."
The benefit of getting the Beowolf.
She knew it was irrational to feel so downtrodden. That she didn't have any right to feel this way. It was just a silly project, a trip to record some Grimm and slay a few as a demonstration. There was nothing special about the occasion. Yet Blake had never felt as low as she did right now and she knew why.
She was lying to herself.
This was a special occasion for her. Maybe it was just a stupid research trip for their stupid project, but Blake had been wishing for something more. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she had a thing for Jaune. You didn't just masturbate to someone you didn't feel anything for. You didn't fantasize about fucking them without any sort of feelings involved. Even if it was a passing crush, she was right in the middle of it. It hadn't passed yet, it might not for a while yet. And as much as it made her sick to think, she had wanted something to happen on this trip. For them to have a connection. Even though she knew he was taken. That he was fucking her team leader.
She just didn't care. Even though she did. Her mind was a mess.
She was a horrible person. Disgusting, vile. What exactly had she been planning? To steal her friend's boyfriend? What the hell was wrong with her? This wasn't the type of behavior she condoned, let alone took part in. Her opinion of cheaters was strong. They were scum. One of the worst types of betrayal and she had been willing to engage in it, to lure Jaune away with what? Her body? God, she really was a slut. Was she really willing to destroy her friendships over getting some cock? What did that say about her? About the type of person she was, deep down inside?
Only minutes ago, she couldn't wait to meet up with Jaune. Now she wanted to do anything but.
When they arrived at the landing strip, Jaune was already waiting for them. He waved them over happily, a backpack slung over his shoulder. Ruby skipped ahead, finally fully awake. If they'd been alone, the girl would have thrown herself into his arms but had to settle for a playful push instead. Blake followed reluctantly. She wanted to cancel their plans but how could she at this point? What could she even tell them? No, she had to bite the bullet. Maybe it was for the best.
Maybe she just needed to be punished.
"Hey Blake," Jaune greeted.
"Jaune," she nodded, doing her best to smile. "When do we leave?"
Various crew were loading a nearby bullhead. Pallet jacks clacked as they hauled several large crates up the ramp, securing them with thick straps. When they were finished, the crew waved them aboard. Jaune flashed his scroll and whatever was on the screen assured the pilots, who gave them a thumbs up.
"I had to get permission from Professor Goodwitch," he told them as they found a place to hunker down near the front. Pulling out the collapsible seating, they strapped themselves in. "Since she is our combat instructor. The more people we had, the better. She was a little reluctant just letting two of us go, so I asked Ruby. That seems to put her mind at ease, though she wants us to check in every hour to let her know everything is okay."
By chance, Jaune ended up between them. They were shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh. Blake did her best to minimize contact but it did little good. He burned beside her, along the entire length of her body. Ruby wiggled on the other side of him, trying to get comfortable. In the end, the smaller girl rested the majority of her weight against him. Without thinking, she leaned in as well.
So much for minimizing contact.
"Comfortable?" he asked the pair of them. Ruby nodded.
"Very."
Blake didn't bother responding beyond nodding her head, not trusting herself to speak. Instead she listened as Jaune and Ruby made small talk, trying not to squirm. They were talking about some new video game set to come out, the pair becoming increasingly excited the more they talked. Video games were something she had little interest in, so most of the terms they threw back and forth went straight over her head. Give her a good book any day.
If she hadn't been so hyper aware of them, she could have missed it. Blake's eyes widened as Ruby's hand shifted onto his leg, giving his thigh a squeeze. She looked away quickly, frightened that they may have noticed her gaze, yet curiosity pulled at her. Eyes darting around the cargo hold, she tried her best but to no avail. Head turned away, she peeked at them from the corner of her eye. Blake felt her breath catch.
Ruby's hand was gripping his crotch, her thumb stroking a very visibly bulge. The two continued to talk as if nothing was happening, completely oblivious to her questing eyes. As if the young girl wasn't stroking his cock in full view of her. Jaune's face was the picture of calm as he explained some lore point that had Ruby nodding along. Blake saw the bulge grow even bigger, his cock straining against his jeans. It can't have been comfortable for his erection to be confined like that, and Blake knew just how big he could get.
She pulled her eyes away.
"Do you play games, Blake?" Jaune asked, turning her way. Luckily she had already shifted her eyes or she would have been caught red handed. They were the two being inappropriate, yet why did she feel like the one in the wrong?
"N-Not really," she cleared her throat. "I don't really understand them."
"I think you'd like them. You like to read, right? There are a lot of games that are more story driven, where the game play isn't as important. Sort of like an interactive story? And then there are games where they have both amazing storytelling and solid game play."
"Like Red Grimm Redemption," Ruby piped up.
"Oh?" she made a questioning sound. "Maybe you could show me sometime."
"Sure," he agreed easily. "Trust me, you'll love it."
Blake could still see Ruby's hand in her peripheral, moving back and forth. When they engaged each other once more in conversation, she noticed the young girl was now toying with his zipper.
Surely she wasn't!
The tips of her fingers played with the metal tab, jostling it up and down. Blake knew he was probably wearing underwear underneath; he had been every other time she had witnessed them being intimate, but even so. If Ruby wasn't careful, his cock would spring free and there would be no explaining that away.
She was shaking, she realized. Pressing her back against the backrest, she dug her feet into the metal flooring to stabilize her body. Rubbing her sweaty palms against her stockings, she almost screamed when the bullhead engines roared to life. The loading ramp began to ascend, the hydraulics locking it into place with a loud clunk. A member of the crew made sure it was completely secure, shifting several locks into place before moving back up to the cockpit.
"I hate this part," Jaune confessed as the entire vessel shuddered. Blake felt her stomach swoop as the bullhead rose off the ground, the ship banking away from the school. As they accelerated, she felt the g-forces settle over her until at last they were high above Vale. She knew Forever Fall spread far to the north of the kingdom and if they had a view, it would be a sea of red and orange leaves as far as the eye could see. It didn't take long for them to arrive, mere minutes until she felt the ship level off and hover. Removing their restraints, they moved to the back of the bullhead as one of the crew members disengaged the locks and lowered the ramp.
Blake flushed as she saw Jaune adjust his pants, horrified that the crew might notice his erection. If they did, they never showed it, giving them the signal to jump as the orange tree tops were revealed to them. Blake went first, unfurling her ribbon and looping it around a branch as she fell, swinging around and bleeding away her momentum. She flipped through the air gracefully, body arched perfectly as she sailed carelessly through the trees. Ruby passed by her in a streak of petals, twisting and twirling as she landed upon the ground with ease, giggling when she landed beside her.
"Beat ya," she teased.
Jaune hit the ground like a meteorite.
His aura flared briefly, his knees bending to buffer the impact. He remained crouched for a moment one fist pressed into the dirt, before rising to his feet, no worse for wear. Turning, he waved at the bullhead, the crew waving back as they pulled away. Within moments, they were alone, only the rumbling sound of the ships engines in the distance the only evidence they were there at all.
"You need a better landing strategy," Ruby said bluntly.
"Yeah, well I can't turn into cute little flower petals like you do," he returned fire, grinning at her outraged face.
"Don't say it like that," Ruby groused, pouting. "You make it sound really lame."
"You said it, not me," Jaune yelped when she used her semblance to hip check him, sending him sprawling. Then he laughed, clutching his stomach. Ruby flushed in embarrassment, helping him stand.
"That is one way to use your semblance," he chuckled as she brushed him down. Blake noticed her hands lingering here and there, getting a nice feel of his backside.
Blake coughed. "Let's go find some Grimm, shall we?"
"Lead on," Jaune saluted, Ruby following suit. Huffing at their silliness, Blake took point, the pair trailing behind.
Forever Fall was unlike any other forest Blake had visited. While it wasn't her first time here, it never ceased to impress her with its beauty. A gentle breeze blew through the treetops, colorful leaves cascading to the ground in a flurry. Even the grass here was different hues of red and orange, a unique landscape not found anywhere else on Remnant. Their surroundings were silent, filled only with gusts of wind and the soft murmur of insects. There appeared to be no Grimm around, nor any other animals. They walked for some time, moving in no particular direction. The Harvester Grimm typically made their webbings near rocky outcrops, though they were also known to spin their silk around larger trees.
Whispers reached her ears, followed by soft giggles. Blake looked back briefly before facing forward, mortified.
What the hell was wrong with them today?
It had only been a moment but Blake had seen more than enough. The pair were walking together, much closer than propriety demanded. With one arm looped around Ruby's waist, his hand was very clearly under her shirt. While he wasn't touching her breasts or something worse, he no doubt had a handful of skin. It left little doubt that they were a couple. Ruby's breathless little laughs only reinforced the idea.
They had never been so bold before. First on the bullhead and now, it was a big change from their usual behavior. In the past, they had done their level best to reduce their intimacy to the absolute minimum around others. The Ruby and Jaune the public saw were different creatures than the ones Blake had witnessed behind closed doors. When they were alone, you could feel the hunger radiate off them, the desire dripping from their eyes. In front of everyone else, they were just best friends. Best opposite gender friends, as Ruby liked to remind Weiss so the girl didn't get jealous. The heiress might pretend Ruby was an annoyance but even Blake could see she considered Ruby her best friend.
This new boldness was concerning. Didn't they realize she could see them? That if she turned around, the secret was out? They clearly weren't thinking straight. Why go to all the effort of hiding their relationship if they were just going to blow it by being handsy? It didn't make sense.
Blake felt her spine stiffen when a hand touched upon her shoulder. It took everything she had not to jump ten feet in the air.
"Jaune's found something," Ruby informed her, gesturing. He was crouched over a patch of dirt, hand sifting through some leaves. Blake nodded, pushing the sudden fright to the back of her mind as they approached.
"Weird tracks," he said, looking up. There were several odd markings, almost like someone had run the tip of a stick through the soil. A scuttling animal may have done it, but only one with very slender legs or feet.
Harvesters had long, thin legs. While they were covered in the bone white armor inherent in Grimm, they were so narrow that sufficient blunt force could easily render them useless. That was, if you could even hit them. They were fast, quicker than a lot of the usual Grimm found near the kingdoms. They were even more agile upon their webs. All the textbooks they had pursued mentioned that it was common to target their large abdomens instead, or even their cephalothorax. They were more heavily armored, covered in jutting spikes and thus more difficult to penetrate, though it gave you a much higher chance of landing a blow.
"That isn't all," he continued, pointing a little farther away. A very familiar foot print greeted their eyes. A deep indentation, caused by considerable weight.
"Ah," Ruby exclaimed. "An Ursa."
An Ursa – or several, going by all the tracks. They often moved in groups, much like the Beowolf. Where there was one Ursa, there were usually more. From that moment on, Ruby and Jaune were all business. Whatever madness that had claimed them earlier was absent, replaced by the trusted leaders their teams had come to respect. Jaune took point, remaining grounded while Ruby and Blake took to the treetops. They moved in one of the most basic formations taught at the academy, forming a wide triangle to cover as much space as possible while keeping each other within a safe distance. Their scrolls synced and ear pieces in, they had direct communication without having to yell and give away their location.
This all happened in an instant. It was a credit to their training, and the effort their teams had put in by working together so often.
"See anything?" Jaune asked after a few minutes, shield already deployed on his arm. His sword remained sheathed, within easy reach.
"Nothing yet," Blake replied, Ruby echoing her. They moved slowly, making sure to scan their surroundings carefully. "Wait."
Blake moved, swinging to a nearby tree. There were deep gouges in the bark, thin slashes that ran the length of the trunk. Loose webbing wavered in the gentle breeze.
"Blake?" Ruby questioned.
"I think we are close. I've found some webbing but it looks old. We should keep moving east."
"Roger," Jaune confirmed.
The terrain changed over time, the clustered trees becoming more widespread, the soil harder, rocky. They were on a small incline, the grass gradually retreating until all that was left were a few sparse weeds. Webbing became more commonplace, hanging from branches, pulled taut across crevices. While Grimm tended not to attack wild animals, it didn't mean that they couldn't be caught accidentally. Bones hung from the spider webs, a grizzly reminder. Even the insects were quiet in this part of the woods. It sounded lifeless, eerie. Blake felt her hair stand on end.
"Stop," Jaune ordered suddenly. Blake froze, as did Ruby across from her. They shared a look.
"I see one. Come to me."
They moved instantly, by his side before he even finished. About fifty yards off, a Harvester scuttled over a rocky outcrop, the red markings brazen across its bone white abdomen. Placing his backpack on the ground, Jaune peeled open the flap and pulled out some cartridges – fire dust cartridges. He handed a few to Ruby, while the rest he handed to Blake.
"You came prepared," Blake stated.
"I thought these might be useful."
Blake quickly loaded them into Gambol Shroud, while Ruby did the same with Crescent Rose. Jaune unsheathed his blade with a rasp. The old sword looked its age yet still retained its razor sharp edge.
"Blake, I want you to run distraction," he began, scanning the area. "Use your semblance and try to gather as many of them as you can. I'm sure there are a lot based on all the webs, we just can't see them. Ruby, I want you to attack from range until we have a good idea on how many we are dealing with then use your speed to engage them directly. I think your weapon will be really good at immobilizing their legs. You have the reach and your weapon is awkward, difficult to dodge completely up close. I'll hold the ground here with some dust. If we can bunch them up, hopefully we can take them out in one strike."
Ruby nodded instantly, rose petals trailing as she sought out a vantage point. Blake took a deep breath to steady herself and then sprung into action. Sprinting forward, she opened fire on the arachnoid Grimm, her bullets pinging off its hardened armor. It spun about aggressively, screeching, red eyes alight with malice. Several other Grimm appeared from deep within the rocky maze, adding their horrible voice until all she could hear was inhuman wailing. The roar of Ruby's weapon drowned it out, the sniper rounds tearing through several of their heads. Blood sprayed as they keeled over, dozens more taking their place.
Many of them were smaller in size, no bigger than a dog, and then some of them were as big as a horse. They scuttled all at once, charging at the nearest target. Blake fired several more shots before shifting her weapon into its bladed form, sparks flying as it skimmed off bone. Looping her ribbon through their legs, she tripped a few of them up as she flipped away, shadow clones taking her place. The added confusion let her create some distance, one of her clones igniting in a ball of fire. The explosion engulfed a handful of them, sending the rest staggering.
She had their attention.
They swarmed after her as she ran, Ruby's cover fire picking off any stragglers. Webbing thudded around her as they fired off streams from their abdomens, an attempt to ensnare her. She was much too agile, spinning and cartwheeling away as she fired fire dust infused rounds into their vulnerable eyes.
A few had broken off from the pack, identifying Jaune as an easier target. A flash of worry briefly overtook her but she need not have worried. Deflecting with his shield, Crocea Mors flashed through their underbellies, spilling their vile entrails across the ground. When one tried to sink its wicked fangs into his arm, it met nothing but steel. Venom sprayed across the twin crescent moons, green and putrid.
"So they are venomous!" Jaune said while bringing his sword around, removing several legs. It shrieked in pain but was silenced quickly, his blade buried in its face.
"Behind you," Ruby said calmly through their ear piece.
"Look out!" Blake screamed.
Her warning was too late, the largest Harvester yet looming behind him. The size of a small truck, it bared its fangs, lunging at his neck. Yet he was already moving, well before she even called out, having heard Ruby's call out. Ruby appeared in a swirl, her scythe lashing up from below. The curved blade buried itself through its lower jaw, erupting out the top of the head in a gush of blood. Pulling the trigger, the recoil tore it free as sniper rounds pulverized its innards. It collapsed with a crash.
"Bring them here, Blake," Jaune ordered without missing a beat. Heart racing, Blake made a beeline for the pair. Ruby engaged them head on, her awkward weapon cleaving at their spindly legs. Limbs flew as they were dissected, the Grimm tumbling off balance.
"Get back, now!"
Jaune flared his aura, activating the dust crystal in hand. Blake moved quickly, only now spotting the upturned dirt beneath them. Throwing the crystal, Ruby crashed into him and carted them away with her semblance, moments before a massive chain explosion rocked the area. Trees shook and recoiled as the shockwaves blasted out, Grimm screeching as they were vaporized. Landing some distance away, they watched as naught but a few survived the firestorm. Those that did were quickly dispatched by Ruby's expert aim.
"You buried dust in the ground," Blake realized. Jaune gave her a grin.
"I thought it would be smarter to lead them into a trap, instead of fighting them all off."
It was. Dozens of Grimm were obliterated in an instant with very little danger on their part. Gathering them all together for one decisive strike, it saved both time and effort. The trap was crude but well thought out. Harvester's were weak from below. Their armor did not extend underneath much like the Boarbatusk.
He really did have the mind for leadership.
"Ahh!" Ruby suddenly yelled in panic.
"What? What is it?" Blake asked.
"We forgot to record it!"
Blake groaned. That was the whole point of their excursion! How could they have forgotten that?
Jaune laughed and tapped his belt, not worried in the slightest. "Don't worry, guys. I got it."
Latched onto his belt was his scroll, the camera lens pointed out. Bending forward to inspect it, she gave a little wave. Ruby did the same.
"You were recording?"
"Yup. Don't you worry, Jaune is on the case," his scroll chose that moment to start vibrating, playing some generic rock song. "Oh, that must be Professor Goodwitch. Ah, crap. It's been over an hour. She is going to be grumpy."
Unfurling his scroll, the stern countenance of Glynda Goodwitch appeared on the screen. "Ah, hey professor."
"Mr. Arc," she began, her tone deadpan. "I believe you missed your assigned call time."
Jaune grimaced. "Aha, yeah, sorry about that."
Her face was the definition of displeased. "We set that rule as a reason, Mr. Arc."
"I know, I know. Look, it wasn't our fault, we were a little busy. We found the Grimm we were looking for," he explained quickly before she could start berating him. "Here, look," he turned the camera, showcasing the battlefield. The ground was still smoldering, various pieces of Grimm in the process of turning to black smoke. "It was a success. We got some good footage, I think. We'll have to go over it but I feel pretty confident. We also confirmed that they are venomous – you think Professor Port will give us extra credit for that?"
While she still retained her stern look, it was a tad softer than before. "I see. It looks like you've done a good job. It seems I was worried for nothing."
"Thanks, teach!" Ruby chimed in.
"Miss Rose," Goodwitch acknowledged. "Very well. I expect you to report in on time, next time, is that clear? The bullhead won't return for another couple of hours yet, so keep safe and stay vigilant."
"Roger," Jaune signed off, closing his scroll. "Phew, I thought she was going to yell. I hate it when she yells."
"You shouldn't give her reason to yell, then," Blake said in amusement. Jaune being called up in Combat Class was all too common, as was Professor Goodwitch grilling him after his bouts. It didn't happen nearly as often as it used to with how much he had improved, yet the blonde teacher seemed to relish imparting her wisdom on Jaune in particular.
"Well now that we're done," Ruby scooped up Jaune's backpack. "It's picnic time!"
Blake gave her teammate an odd look. "Picnic time?"
"I packed us some food," Jaune revealed, taking the pack from Ruby. "I thought maybe we could find a nice, quiet spot without Grimm and have lunch. Like a picnic."
Blake shook her head at the stupid, optimistic faces that peered at her on both sides. "Only you two would think to have a picnic in a Grimm infested forest," she paused. "Well, and Nora. Looks like we are two out of three."
A roar sounded nearby, drawing their attention. Several Ursa lumbered through the tree line, no doubt drawn in by the sounds of their battle. One look at them had the beasts frothing, eyes blazing with hate.
"Looks like we aren't finished yet," Ruby said petulantly, though she flourished her weapon with great eagerness. The sun caught the blade of her scythe in spectacular fashion. "Kill race?"
Blake rolled her eyes but said, "You're on."
This fight wasn't nearly so long, nor as dangerous. Ursa were strong with powerful builds and thick hides, yet their bone plating was sparse. Other than the spikes on their back and the protective helmet across the tops of their skulls, they were vulnerable everywhere else. It wasn't until you faced off against an Ursa Major where significant armor was involved that things became a little more complicated. Ruby's weapon carved them to shreds, Blake following up with well placed strikes. Jaune simply watched as they dismantled their opponents in record time.
"Let's get out of here," Jaune said as the last Grimm vanished in a coil of inky black smoke.
Jaune led them back the way they came. The spot where the bullhead had dropped them off had seemed relatively safe and so that is where they decided to make camp. Pulling out a blanket from his bag, Jaune rolled it across the grass. What followed was a series of containers filled with all manner of food. There was ham and roast pork, roast vegetables and mashed potato, fried noodles and rice. He had even packed fish, battered and lightly fried, and a variety of other finger foods like sushi, sausage rolls and small sandwiches cut into triangles.
"Leftovers from the kitchen," he explained at her astonished look. "I wasn't really sure what to grab so I grabbed a bit of everything."
He had even thought of dessert. Little chocolate cupcakes with frosted icing greeted her eyes. From experience, Blake knew the little cakes were impossibly moist and decedent. Her mouth watered at once.
They dug in and ate their fill, chatting about nothing in particular. At first she didn't notice it, focused on sating her hunger. But when Jaune made a show of popping a small morsel of chicken into Ruby's mouth, there was no looking the other way. She saw them clean as day and they saw her right back.
Ruby gave her a knowing look.
"You've been a naughty girl, haven't you, Blake?"
Blake stilled.
"Ruby?"
Blake had seen that smile before – but never directed at her. It was the little smirk she liked to give Jaune when she begged him to let her suck his cock, or pleaded with him to take her from behind, or any other debaucheries she could think of. Jaune looked between them but stayed silent, unsurprised at the sudden turn.
"Did you think we wouldn't notice eventually?" the younger girl continued. Her voice was low, teasing almost. "I guess it took awhile. How many times have you watched us?"
Blake couldn't speak. She couldn't even breathe.
"Three times?" Ruby held up matching fingers, "or maybe four? Five? Am I getting close?"
Silence stretched between them.
"I wondered why you kept staring at me. Like you wanted to ask me something but you couldn't work up the courage," Ruby shrugged. "I thought maybe it was something sensitive. Something to do with the White Fang, maybe – but it was sensitive in another way," she giggled. "You really should ask first, you know? Those times were private."
Blake sucked in a shuddering breath. "R-Ruby, please, let me explain-"
"You don't have to explain anything," Ruby cut across her. "You liked it, right? You liked watching Jaune fuck me?"
There it was. She had said it so baldly, so daring. It still shocked her, hearing Ruby use such filthy words, how they clashed with her innocent image. Blake didn't think she would ever get used to it. Not that, and not knowing how she sounded when she cum, or how she sounded begging for it harder.
"You can tell us the truth. We want to know."
"H-How did you find out?" she asked instead.
"You weren't so silent, one time," Jaune revealed, taking over. "We didn't see you but – well, your scent was everywhere."
Blake felt her cheeks explode with color.
"Your shampoo," he elaborated at her horrified look, having misunderstood what he meant. "You use a special brand, right? I'd only ever smelt it around you and it was all over the hall. Ruby confirmed it when she got back to the dorms and checked your bottle. Of course, it was only a hunch – even with your odd behavior. So next time, we sort of set up a little security."
Jaune pat his scroll.
"What?" she croaked.
He showed her the footage, her hands trembling. She watched as she crept down the empty hall, how she knelt outside that oh so familiar door. She watched as she slipped a hand under her shirt, tweaking at her nipples. She watched as her other hand disappeared under her skirt. She watched as she fingered herself to orgasm.
She couldn't look away. Every twitch, every shuddering suppressed moan was caught in detail. The way her cheeks flared crimson red in desire, her hand moving vigorously beneath her skirt, leaving no doubt as to what she was doing. Her quivering thighs, her well bitten lips, it was all seared across her mind as it replayed on the small screen. The sight of her essence drooling down her legs was too much and she looked away.
"You're so naughty, Blake," Ruby grinned impishly. "Did we turn you on that much?"
What could she say to get out of this? There really was nothing that could fix it, nothing that could put it all back in a box, never to be seen again. They knew that she knew, they knew that she had fingered herself to them fucking, and it really was that simple.
She was done for.
"Ruby, I didn't mean – I shouldn't have, I know it was wrong but-" she rambled, pleaded. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"
"Oh?" Ruby tilted her head. "How sorry?"
Blake opened and closed her mouth uselessly, not sure how to respond. Finally, she said, "I'll do anything to make it up to you."
Ruby perked up. "Anything?"
"Anything. Please, let me make it right."
Ruby looked to Jaune. "She said she'll do anything."
Jaune hummed. "Well, are you sure?"
Ruby nodded. "I'm sure."
What were they talking about? Blake's eyes shifted between them, trying to figure out what they were saying. The words were plain but the meaning was unclear. Then Ruby's hand palmed his crotch, just like on the airship. Blake froze. She watched as her thumb rubbed against him, her fingers squeezing lightly. It wasn't long until that familiar bulge returned, his dick straining against his jeans.
"What are you doing?" Blake said in panic. Ruby glanced at her with hooded eyes.
"You like to watch, right?"
Her fingers worked down the zipper. Blake swallowed thickly as she sighted his tented briefs, and then with a little work, his cock peaked out through the flap. She had seen his cock plenty of times now. In Ruby's hand, in her mouth, buried in her cunt, spitting his fat, heavy load on her tongue, on her belly, in her womb. But she had never been this close – close enough to touch, if she wanted. Her eyes widened as Ruby stroked it slowly, wetting her palm with her tongue. Jaune propped himself up with his arms, leaning back as Ruby played with his cock. When his eyes met hers, Blake felt her insides squirm and tighten. His blue eyes were blown wide with desire, almost entirely black.
"You're really pretty, Blake," he said and she felt her body jolt, her heart thud loudly in her ears. Ruby giggled and swooped down, tongue flicking against the tip of his glans. His cock flexed and became harder, larger. The head was bright red, as was the end of his shaft, flushed and engorged with blood. She wanted to lean forward and taste it, feel it throb against her tongue. She wanted to experience his heavy cum gushing into her mouth in vigorous spurts.
They remained like this for several minutes, Ruby alternating between licking his cock and then swallowing it between her lips, working the ridge with hard sucks. Jaune maintained eye contact with Blake the entire time, not looking away once. When she wasn't staring at Ruby sucking his dick, she was staring into Jaune's eyes, her body aflame.
She couldn't believe this was happening.
Pulling off with a hearty pop, Ruby began unbuckling his belt. Jaune quickly undressed, kicking off his shoes and socks, shuffling out of his jeans, removing his armor and hoodie. Ruby unclipped her combat skirt and let it fall, showing off her cute little bear panties. Peeling off her top and bra, Blake had a front row seat to her nipples tightening in the cool air. They may have been small in size but Ruby really did have a nice set of breasts, perky and well shaped, her areola puffy and inviting. She gave them a little shake, grinning at Blake.
"Do you like my tits?" she teased. Blake couldn't speak.
She didn't bother removing her boots or stockings. Kneeling down, Jaune remained standing, cock jutting out into the air proudly. It looked handsome and strong, the way it curved up a little menacing up close. It was the kind of cock that could strike deep, that could scratch that itch perfectly. It was the kind of cock that could reduce a girl to a gibbering mess.
Ruby flattened her tongue against the underside with heavy licks. A bead of pre-cum emerged, trickling down to meet her lips. She suckled the shaft in reverence, fingers holding the base steady. Pulsing veins stood out beneath the velvety skin as she lightly brushed her teeth against him in small nips. She worshiped it, rubbing it across her face, over her nose and cheeks, her chin and brow. Slipping the head into her mouth, she bobbed slowly.
"Mm, that feels good, Ruby," he praised, though he still looked at Blake. She felt her core tremble, her pussy wetting quickly. She wanted to touch herself yet refrained, not sure if that is what they wanted. She felt like at any moment this dream would end and reality would smack her in the face, and didn't want to upset the cart. She wanted to ride it as far as she could.
Ruby began to move faster, her cheeks caving in as she sucked. Slurping filled the air, alongside her soft moans as she worked his cock. Jaune groaned as the vibrations passed through him, his ass tensing as his hips rocked. The younger girl took him deeper, as deep as she could go before retreating, coughing lightly as spit broke the seal of her lips. Undeterred, she continued to go deep, a hand rising to play with and roll his balls.
"You can touch yourself, you know," Jaune said. "You want to, right?"
She did. More than anything. No, not more than anything. She wanted Jaune to touch her, to eat her with his mouth, to fuck her with his cock, but her fingers would have to do. She leaned back, pulling her heels, stockings and shorts off and spreading her thighs. His eyes scorched her as she revealed her panty clad pussy, the material drenched with her arousal. Slipping them down, she hissed as the material clung to her, the cool air soothing her flushed skin.
Jaune made a sound of approval. After her shower, she had shaved what hair she usually maintained. Her pussy was completely bald, the skin impossibly smooth beneath her fingers. She rubbed her swollen vulva gently, shifting the flushed skin side to side. Her clit was already throbbing, begging to be touched, but instead she spread her pussy, revealing her depths to his eyes.
Ruby pulled off his cock. "Ooh, he likes that. His cock got even harder."
Blake felt her breath stutter, feeling desire pool hot and heavy in her tummy. Jaune stared at her open pussy like he wanted to leap on her and bury his cock in her. Blake dipped her fingers inside, at first shallowly, teasing the entrance, before reaching deeper. Her hips quivered when she found her g-spot, lightly rubbing it in gentle circles. She moaned as she worked that spot harder, fingers curling up inside her.
The way he watched her, the way his abs tensed whenever Ruby gave a particularly hard suck, it was all burned into her mind. She wanted to let her head fall back, her palm now clapping against her mound as she sped up, yet she didn't want to miss anything. The way Ruby worked his shaft with her hands, pumping him furiously as she sucked and lashed his glans made her whimper with need. His cock looked even bigger than usual, if that was even possible.
Ruby began touching her pussy. At first above her panties, then she slipped them down and buried her fingers knuckle deep. Her slender body shook as she pumped them in and out, her ass shaking with how hard she was going. Blake hastily removed her top, her breasts feeling caged. When they popped free of her bra, Jaune's eyes devoured them hungrily. Pinching her nipples, she couldn't maintain eye contact any longer. She fell back with a groan, her hips bucking against her hand.
"Wanna fuck me yet?" Ruby asked between slurps. She pulled away completely and rubbed his glans with her palm, her thumb caressing the underside firmly. His balls visibly tightened against his shaft, her hand relentless.
"You bet," Jaune huffed, pulling away. Ruby turned around, slapping her ass. The plump flesh rippled and he dived right in, grabbing her hips and burying his face in her pussy from behind.
Ruby yelped in surprise, her face twisting as his tongue lapped at her clit. Before she could say anything, he pulled away and replaced his tongue with his cock. Blake watched in delirium as he rubbed it against her clit, slapping it against her. Ruby jerked each time, a twisted moan leaving her throat.
"Put it in," she ordered breathlessly.
Blake felt her walls clutch at her fingers as he sunk into Ruby in one swift movement.
The final chapter will be delayed a week or two because of the Christmas holiday. Thank you for all the kind comments and I hope I can continue to deliver in the New Year. Merry Christmas.