Jaune stared into the bathroom mirror intently, not realizing hos tightly his hands gripped the false marble edge of the counter-top until Ren tapped him on the shoulder and sent a shock of fright up his spine. Jaune snapped his neck to the side and took in a quick, shallow breath that seemed to paralyze his entire body. Ren smirked, and shrugged.
"You're worrying about nothing," Ren said, making an honest attempt to soothe Jaune's nerves, but the young man was far beyond the help of words now. He had seen and done things he'd only ever dreamed about, and now that the afterglow had completely faded from his heart, the world became all too real once more.
"I'm worried about a million things!" Jaune exclaimed. He turned away from Ren and began pacing about the small bathroom, from the towel rack on the far wall back to the sink where a small, pink bottle of handsoap stood sentinel over the white basin.
"She likes you, and you like her, right? So just be yourself and everything-" Ren began, but Jaune cut him off with a thrust of his forefinger which stopped just short of Ren's nose. Jaune put his whole body into the gesture, making it look like he might have just uppercut his teammate if he had the mind.
"Don't say everything will be fine! What if she realizes I'm just a poser trying to keep up with all you whackos!? And what if she decides I'm too much of a loser, or that I'm not that attractive? Have you seen her big, brown eyes? And those ears! She's like some kind of cartoon princess or something!"
Ren calmly raised his own hand, and rested it atop Jaune's before slowly pushing it down, and letting Jaune catch his breath. Once he seemed to be a bit calmer, he spoke again.
"If she was willing to spend a whole night with you, and then asked you out again a week later, she must have had plenty of time to consider her options. I'm telling you, it'll be okay. You can do this." Ren smiled, and about-faced to make his way out of the bathroom, but Jaune lashed out and snatched the sleeve of Ren's shirt to stop him.
"I have an idea, you can follow me on the date and we'll-"
"No, Jaune," said Ren, sternly. He did not turn to face his leader, only spook clearly and firmly. "You're going to do this on your own and you're going to do great. I'm going to take Nora to the laundry room to separate her colors before she dies everything she owns pink again. Good luck." And with that, Ren was gone, and Jaune was alone in the bathroom.
He turned his head to see the mirror, then his body. He was in his best casual clothes, which seemed to look worse and worse every second he spent staring at them. He worried his shoulders were narrow, and that his legs looked short. He worried that his hair was messy, or that he should put some fancy product in it. He worried that his breath might still smell like pancakes, even though he had brushed four times since breakfast. But most of all, he worried about what he would even say when he met Velvet today. He settled on 'Hi'.
Meanwhile, not far away but in an equally tense restroom, Velvet stood as tall as she could while Coco intimately brushed tiny particles of dust off of a soft, shimmering dress that she had purchased for the occasion. Velvet's cheeks were a bit flush not only with anticipation, but also from the heat of the vanity lighting and the hot iron Coco had used to straighten out some cow licks in Velvet's long, chestnut hair. In her head, Velvet ran through possible scenarios for the day. What she might say or do when she met with Jaune. Whether to comment on his clothes, or his hair, or even his eyes. The last one made her tense up, as she remembered watching his big, blue eyes searching in the near dark of her dorm room a few nights ago, trying to find her in the gloom. He had looked so innocent, and it had made her feel so predacious, but now in the light she was meek again.
"Honey, if you don't stop fidgeting I'm going to sear your ear off," said Coco as she ran the straight iron down the length of Velvet's hair.
"I'm sorry, I'm just trying to decide what to say when we meet up."
"Hi always works for me. Try that," Coco said, smirking.
"You don't get it! I'm no good at this stuff like you, I don't even know what came over me when we-"
"Fucked?" interrupted Coco.
"Made love!" shouted Velvet, startling Coco and sending her recoiling a bit. Velvet noticed her other two teammates, pretending not to have overheard, slouching even lower over the game-board they were attempting to play on while clearly eavesdropping on the conversation.
"You barely know him, girl. Relax a little," Coco responded as she set down the iron and reached for a bottle of perfume among the small standing army set on the bathroom counter.
Velvet knew this was more or less true, but she also knew she felt something very real that night, and it wasn't just his various... intimate body motions. It was silly, she knew, but she felt like the two of them connected. Like there was something they both had in them that matched up. She wanted to see him again, and although she felt a little bad for thinking about it, she wanted to feel him again too. Since that night she had thought about him whenever she was alone and it was quiet. She imagined hugging him, which often lead to imagining his lips on hers again, which almost always lead to imagining the two of them intertwined in the dark, beneath a set of warm covers. As she processed this, she felt her toes begin to curl in her shoes, and raised her hand up to rub the bridge of her nose and try to relax.
When Coco finally declared her work done, she took a step back and kissed her fingertips, flicking them from her mouth in the gesture a chef might make as he finished a world class dish. Indeed now that it was done Velvet saw herself in her reflection, and felt confident. She had never seen her own hair looking so soft, and it was plenty soft even on her worst days. She had also never noticed her eyes popping so much, or her cheeks looking so full of life, or her lips looking so kissable. She happily twirled before the mirror, stopping to face Coco with a wide, toothy grin.
"Thanks, Coco. I feel really good about this date thanks to you." She reached out both hands and took one of Coco's, holding it gently as Coco turned her face away and adjusted her glasses.
"Yeah, yeah. Just remember to take your phone, and call me if he tries anything funny. I'll be down there in a flash to turn him inside out." Coco was frank with her words, but Velvet saw the beginnings of a blush in her cheeks, and not the kind that came in a can. The two girls cleaned up the bathroom a bit before Velvet made her way out the door and toward the campus.
Jaune waited nervously beside the park bench where they had decided to meet. It was a heavy, stone affair dedicated to some rich someone-or-other, who had probably only donated to the school to earn a little good will from the city and the school's directors. Jaune fidgeted with the lint in his pockets, desperately needing something to do with his hands while he endured the agonizing seconds between his awkward arrival and his inevitably awkward meeting. As he ran through his rehearsed lines once more, the sound of heels on stone grabbed his attention, and his neck swiveled to the left, and a walkway that ran through a small sea of emerald grass on which a few other students sat and either talked or strummed trite tunes out on poorly maintained guitars.
Velvet trotted up the path toward him, a smile on her cheeks and the breeze gently playing with her long, chestnut hair. Jaune felt something caught in his throat, seemingly absorbing all the moisture therein. His stomach entangled with his intestines, and his brain seemed to be in the midst of a drastic rewrite of every line of dialogue he had imagined. When Velvet's short but quick strides brought her up to him finally, she smiled up at him. Jaune swallowed his own saliva as he watched her thoughtlessly wipe a bit of hair from her face.
'Oh god, I had hair in my face! He's gonna think I just rolled out of bed!' thought Velvet, trying her hardest not to show the anxiety that was slowly filling her.
Jaune flipped through every possible line he could say, millions upon millions of greeting, salutations, and affirmations that might be even the least bit charming.
"Hi," he said, noticing his voice crack just slightly. His right hand clenched into a fist unconsciously as he swallowed the shame of his decision.
"Hi," responded Velvet, immediately regretting it. Of all the things she might have said, whether they be cute, sexy, funny, or insightful, that was all she had. She'd have plenty to scream into her pillow about tonight. But at that moment, Jaune smiled a big, friendly smile, and she felt a warmth bloom in her stomach which calmed her. He was so cute without trying, while she was a nervous wreck.
Jaune's smile, however, was merely his attempt to stop staring blankly at her without words. She'd been looking him right in the eye, and he was halfway ready to turn and run back to his bed to hide under the sheets until he died. And yet the smile she returned was so calm, so reassuring, he couldn't help but relax a bit too.
The two of them stared at one another for a few moments longer before finally breaking eye contact to peer around at the grass, the noon sky, the dorms, or whatever seemed like it might hold their attention for even a fraction of a second. It was Velvet who spoke first, breaking the tension.
"So, what do you wanna do today?" she asked, hoping beyond hope that he would have a plan. With all the time she spent trying to gussy herself up for him, in the hopes he would remain interested in her after she'd given into her animal lust, she hadn't thought of a single thing to do once they'd met up again.
Jaune of course had pinned all his hopes on her having an idea. He'd never been on a date in his life, and aside from movies and television romcoms he had no idea where a girl might like to go. He ran through a few choices in his head including a bowling alley or a movie theater, until he remembered he didn't have a single cent to his name besides what his family sent to cover his expenses. If he'd had even a pinch of foresight, he might have taken a part time job to save up. But he had been so worried about just meeting, he hadn't thought of what they'd do. In the end, he suggested a walk, which was of course free and possibly romantic.
Velvet swooned silently. She had never thought of a walk as being exciting, but when she imagined him taking her hand and leading her through the grounds, possibly somewhere secluded where he might push her against the wall and-
"A walk sounds lovely!" she said, smiling and trying to suppress her stoking libido. Jaune nodded, and began walking along the path toward a park where he spent a good deal of time doing stamina exercises at night. Velvet took a few big steps to catch up, before they were moving in step. She was a bit ashamed of assuming he'd hold her hand, but felt less so when she suddenly realized her palms were slick with nervous sweat. Also, she kept hearing the word 'lovely' reverberating in her skull. As if she had actually picked the single lamest thing to say.
Jaune did his best to walk proudly, but Velvet's voice echoed in his ears. The way her lips moved, and that breathy tone when she said 'lovely'. He felt his heart pounding like a drum, and tried to recite his multiplication tables mentally to calm himself. But the thought of multiplication seemed to lead his train of thought down a dark, lusty track. He cleared his throat to attempt clearing his mind as well, catching Velvet's attention as they moved.
"Er, so," he began "what do you do for fun?"
Velvet considered her answer carefully. She didn't have many interesting hobbies, but she needed to keep him engaged in the conversation, so she picked the one she was most passionate about.
"Well I'm really into photography. Most people don't think I'm very good at it, but it's actually really fun trying to capture a subject perfectly, yknow?" she explained, gauging his reaction. He seemed to stare ahead, not really paying attention, and Velvet felt a spike through her guts. Of course he didn't care, any bimbo with a camera and a network connection can claim to be a photographer. She should have said something cool, like fashion, or movies, and now she'd bombed so hard so fast he was liable to think she was just another silly teenager who thought her selfies were art.
Jaune was struck speechless. He tried to figure out something to say, but her answer threw him for a loop. Photography? He didn't know the first damned thing about photography, and now he was gonna look like an idiot. Of course she was artistic, and of course she had something so cool as talent, when all he could do was burp his prime numbers. He struggled for an answer, but could only come up with a single word.
"Cool," he said, forcing a grin. He felt shame wash over him as he avoided eye contact.
Velvet felt a warm feeling run up her back. Was he being sincere? Did he really think it was cool? She decided to double down and pray for the best.
"Yeah I've been doing it for a long time. At first it was just an extension of my semblance, but after a while I got more into it. I actually..." she continued, trying her best to sound educated and cultured. Her words began to feel like spaghetti noodles pouring awkwardly out of her mouth as she went on and on, too afraid to stop for fear that he might shrug her off. She eventually wound up dumping her entire expanded knowledge of the subject in a few minutes, too which he merely laughed and looked down at her warmly.
"Wow, you really know your stuff, I'm jealous," he said. His soul was shattered by now. Velvet wasn't just artistic, she was passionate and clever, and made him feel like a moron by comparison. He needed to save face, but how?
"So what are you into? Any hobbies?" she asked.
Jaune needed to summon every drop of common sense in his body and condense them together to not say 'video games', because he just knew if he let those words slip out she'd turn tail and sprint full speed back home and lock her door. Instead, he told her about his self-improvement routine.
"I've been really pushing myself since the semester started. I've upped my stamina training by almost three times I was at when we went through orientation, and my fine aura control is getting better too. I can focus it well enough to protect specific body parts now, but I've still got a long way to go before I'm at your level, I'm sure." He hoped this would suffice, but as he looked over at her he noticed she seemed to be staring right through him, as if completely bored. He realized how stupid it must have sounded for someone like her to hear about whatever basic baby training he was struggling with, and clammed his mouth shut before he embarrassed himself further.
Meanwhile Velvet was entranced with his shoulder and bicep. She knew they were broad, but hearing him talk about his regiment only made her notice them more. Sure he was no Yatsuhashi, but something about that slender frame and those delicate features along with that lean muscle made her knees feel a little weak. And he just had to have blonde hair too. She swallowed, and changed the subject.
The two of them continued walking and talking until they reached a large wall on which had been painted a mural by some students of a graduating class long gone. It was a bit rain-washed, but the image of hunters standing triumphantly over a rough silhouette of the city could still be made out. Velvet, feeling her legs growing ever more unreliable, moved to sit beneath the mural just out of the sun. Jaune joined her, hunkering down on his haunches beside her. He was afraid of looking like a dork, so he elected not to drop onto his bottom and sit cross legged like a kindergartner, as was his usual pose. Velvet took notice of his calves, then turned away.
"So..." he said, rubbing his hands together.
"So..." she replied, brushing off her skirt and adjusting her hair.
The two of them sat in silence, each terrified to start a new topic that might run the risk of boring or driving away the other. Eventually, a small bird landed before them, and began pecking at the ground in search of grit to support it's heavy diet. They watched it together, tapping it's small beak against the stone path and hopping toward the well manicured, emerald grass of the campus. There wasn't a soul besides the three of them in the area, and old bulding and trees blocked them from view of other students for the time being. Upon realizing this, Velvet began to feel nervous.
'What if he does it now? What if he just reaches over and grabs me? What if he kisses me? Am I supposed to resist a little, or just give in? If I fight back, will he think I'm not into it? If I don't, will he think I'm easy? Am I supposed to put up a little fight to thrill him? What if he skips past kissing and straight to...' Velvet blushed and his her cheeks in her hands, pretending to focus intently on the bird.
'Oh man, I wanna grab her. But that's so messed up! But what if she's into it? No, no, that's sexist. But I have heard people say that girls want to be pursued. And we've already gone all the way. But does that make it okay? No, if she wanted to do something she'd make the first move. She's definitely not interested in anything kinky right now, it's just a walk. I just have to stop looking at her neck, and I'll be fine. Her soft, tasty looking neck. She doesn't want me to bite it. At all.'
As Velvet fantasized about Jaune biting on her neck, which sent shivers down her back, the bird was startled by something and took wing, fluttering and chirping as it ascended into the air. The two students watched it as it become a distant speck and eventually vanished. They turned to look at each other, locking eyes as their cheeks filled with color. Jaune was ensnared by her big, sparkling irides. And Velvet was swimming in Jaune's calming sea of blue. Without realizing it, both of them began to drift closer, until Jaune had to put his hand on Velvet's shoulder to steady himself. Velvet peered down at his hand, which seemed so big and rough, and placed hers on top. When she met his eyes again, her heart skipped a beat. He was only inches away, and without thinking she closed her eyelids and pouted out her lips only slightly, but enough to entice Jaune the rest of the way.
The two of them connected, and Jaune could taste the artificial strawberry of her lip gloss as he fell to one knee and reached his free arm around under her arm and to the small of her back. Velvet tasted pancake syrup, and loved it. They remained in contact, holding their breath and basking in the warmth of the sun, and one another. When Jaune finally pulled away, nearly taking Velvet with him as she tried to extend the kiss even longer, the exhaled and smiled softly.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to-" he began.
"Don't be," she interrupted, "I've been waiting for you to do that all day." Even as she said it, she felt embarrassed by her own saccharine sense of romance. But it was true. Even if she hadn't been thinking about it the entire time, from the moment she woke up that day she had been silently counting the moments before she tasted his lips again. And now that she had, she wanted even more. She moved to her knees and crawled just a few inches until their thighs touched, and kept looking into Jaune's eyes as she did.
Jaune felt his heart pounding out a song of war, and noticed his primal urges bubbling like a great cauldron of soup. He wanted to grab her, to push her down, to taste and feel every part of her body, but while he was looking into those big, brown, enthralling eyes, he couldn't summon the will to violate the creature that they belonged to. Instead, he simply returned his hand to the small of her back and pulled her close for another kiss. This time, he managed to secret his tongue between her lips, which received it willingly and even seemed to coax it a bit deeper in when it found hers and began negotiating her mouth.
Velvet felt hot and tingly. As Jaune parted her lips with his soft, wet tongue, she took it in and shyly greeted it with her own and attempted to entertain her very welcome guest with whatever tricks she could think of. Jaune seemed to enjoy it, as his arms tightened around her and pulled her closer very subtly. In response, she moved closer and found herself nearly in his lap as her arms wrapped around him and her hands settled on his broad back. Her fingers dug into his muscle just beneath his cotton shirt. She tried to steady her breathing, but Jaune's enthusiastic spelunking of her mouth made it impossible.
Jaune explored every inch of her, savoring the sweet taste of her lips gloss while also feeling his body tense up when her fingers dug into him. He raised a hand and used it to gently stroke the side of her head, hoping it would please her. His reassurance came in the form of a soft shudder, accompanied by a light but involuntary exhalation that filled his lungs a bit with her breath. It took every bit of his will to finally exit and pull away, and once he did he found his body felt very light. Her face was now dreamy, and flush with blood. It made him feel hot, and his member began to pulse with vigor between his thighs. His shock when Velvet's hand reached down to gently stroke his crotch was suppressed only by his determination to see this through. But still, he had reservations.
"Velvet, I think I want you," he managed, his eyes wondering down to her body. He remember vaguely what it looked like beneath that dress, but he longed to be reminded.
"I know I want you," she responded, feeling her loins shudder and her lower lips moisten with hope.
"Should we find somewhere where nobody can see us?" asked Jaune, looking around hopefully. But all that was around was grass. Velvet shook her head.
"There's nobody here. If you push me down, I won't fight back. If you try to take me, I'll let you have whatever you want. If you lift up my skirt, I'll open my legs." Each word made Velvet shiver, but they were all true, she knew. She wanted him, and the thought of being out here in the open air and sunlight made it seem even sweeter. "And if you don't," she began, getting on all fours and pushing him gently onto his back. She crawled up his body and settled herself on top of him, her damp panties resting along the fly of his pants, tempting her into slight but deliberate hip motions which stimulated her. "If you don't, I'll hold you down and take what I want instead." She could see Jaune's face turn cherry red, and felt his hands settle on her hips, guiding her hip thrusts and pushing down as he pushed his pelvis up into her.
"Sounds like this is happening," he said slyly. Velvet only nodded before leaning down and pressing her lips to his again. Their tongues exchanged more enthusiastic greetings this time, before Jaune surprised Velvet by lifting her skirt and sliding his hand into her silk underwear to grab a handful of her bottom. Velvet liked it, but the rest of her body quickly grew jealous of the attention.
"I want your hands all over me," she said. "Is that okay?"
"I really wish I had more hands," he joked, before squeezing her butt and moving his other hand up her back, moving her dress out of the way until it found her upper back, where a bra strap secured her breasts. That was, until Jaune managed to unhook it and allow them free movement. They weren't huge, perhaps even a bit small, but still the way she blushed and smiled when he set them free drove him wild. He flipped her over, careful to cradle her head in his hand before positioning himself between her spread legs, and pressing his crotch against her. He began grinding against her, and watching her face as she closed her eyes and accepted her fate.
Jaune toyed with her a while, running his hands along her body, pinching the soft spots and squeezing gently on her breasts. Even though her skin was quite soft and supple, he could feel real muscle underneath, and that made his craving for her flesh even worse. He kissed her over and over again, and even bit down on her exposed neck a few times, leaving bite marks and small shimmering traces of his saliva on her reddening skin. Velvet moaned beneath him, and once attempted to hook a leg around his waist before he reached down and firmly smacked her thigh, causing her to gasp in surprise and pleasure. Finally she had endured enough, and opened her eyes to make a firm point.
"Jaune," she said in a voice that was almost entirely breath. "Please, put it in again." Her chest rose and fell as she took quick, shallow breaths. Jaune felt his member rebelling against it's denim prison, and almost took it out immediately before his better judgement arrested him. Despite everything, he was still somehow unsure.
"Are you s-" he started, but Velvet reached up and put a hand over his mouth.
"I want your cock, and I know you want to give it to me, so stop acting like we're innocent kids and do what a man does when a woman is begging with her legs spread around him." Although this was difficult to force out, she knew it would be even worse if she didn't get the heat between her thighs treated soon, and there was only one thing that would cure her fever. Jaune grinned, and reached down between his legs. Velvet heard a ruffling of fabric, then a jingle of metal before she felt her silk panties pulled aside. Her breathing stopped, and time seemed to drag on with seconds turning to minutes as Jaune searched for his mark. Then, all at once, with the purpose and determination that come from millions of years of evolution, Jaune's cock slide home and opened up her wet pussy with it's width, sending waves of heat and pleasure through Velvet's body. She arched her back in ecstasy, which seemed to coax his length even further in, which in turn increased her pleasure.
"Jaune! Ah!" she shouted without meaning to, and reached her hands up to grip his biceps. Her whole body began to shiver as she felt her carnal lust fulfilled with one single, smooth thrust of Jaune's admirable manhood. It found a part of her that she was not normally aware of, and kissed it gently, sending her over the edge of climax. Her body relaxed, and so did her muscles.
Jaune patiently waited for Velvet to come down, watching her reaction and feeling incredibly proud of his talent. Velvet's insides were soft, wet, and warm, and the feeling of being inside her to the base was so primally satisfying he could no longer remember any of his worldly worries. When at last Velvet seemed to recover, she whispered a few words.
"In the grass," she said, swallowing to moisten her throat after the long gasps of pleasure had dried it. "Fuck me in the grass like a defenseless little animal." Not pointing out the obvious comparison, Jaune happily obliged and lifted her up with his hands nestled in the small of her back and on her shoulder blade respectively. In one motion, full of effort and intent, he stood, pants falling around his ankles but cock remaining steadfastly planted, he moved her over to the grass. Velvet had to wrap her legs tightly around his waist to keep from sliding down, but the feeling of his muscular body between her thighs only made it better.
Jaune finally fell to his knees and placed Velvet in the soft grass, kissing her roughly as they settle in. Then, as their tongues danced together in her mouth, he began intently thrusting his hips, pulling his cock back, and then returning it home in a steady pattern. Velvet ran her hands all along his back and arms, searching for something to hold onto, but each firm meeting of their groins sent a jolt up her spine that sapped her strength. Eventually Velvet was little more than a puddle on the floor, accepting Jaune's member into herself as her back and neck arched and made every attempt to somehow find an even deeper place for him to prod with his swollen manhood. She moaned and gasped, unable to find words, until Jaune reached both hands up and rested them on her cheeks, inserting his thumbs into the corners of her mouth. She unconsciously began licking them as he spoke.
"Velvet, if there's anything you want, anything that'll make you feel good, tell me and I'll do it." He made this promise half because the look of pleasure on her face only served to temper the hot iron that his manhood now was, but because he hoped to heaven not to hurt her in his selfish indulgence. Velvet closed her eyes briefly, then opened them and responded, shy once more.
"I, um..." she felt so scared to say it aloud, but just thinking about it made her want to cum, so she couldn't even dream about Jaune actually doing it. She gathered all her strength and forced the words out.
"Could you, um... could you talk dirty to me?" she requested, feeling even hotter now, but relief washed over her when Jaune smiled, still gently prodding her insides with his member.
"Okay. I can do that." He said as much, but in reality he was drawing a bit of a blank. He tried to come up with a scenario that would please her, and settled on something simple.
"Does my cock feel good?" he asked.
"Oh, yesss," she responded, closing her eyes and wrapping her legs around his waist again. Her hands searched for purchase on his back, and her whole body began to feel sensitive.
"Yeah. You like taking my cock, don't you?" he continued.
"Yes, I love it." She couldn't stop her moaning between words, and Jaune grew bolder.
"You've been hoping for sex all day, haven't you?"
"Mhm," she responded, opening her eyes slightly to look up at his gentle but somewhat dominating smile above her. "All week."
Jaune didn't anticipate this answer, but it made him feel a bit proud. The meek way she responded was satisfying, even if he probably enjoyed her dominant side a little more. He sped up his thrusts, noticing Velvet's enjoyment escalate as well.
"Does your little p-pussy feel good wrapped around me?" He hesitated to say it aloud, but Velvet seemed pleased.
"It feels so good. Please don't stop, Jaune." Velvet continued licking at Jaune's thumbs, but her mouth still felt lonely. She turned to sucking just one, running her tongue in circles around it and savoring the taste of his skin.
"You want to cum, don't you? And you want me to cum in you."
At this, Velvet did cum, feeling a hard wave smash into her body and overtake her, but Jaune did not stop his thrusting and Velvet did not want him to. She recovered, and spoke again.
"Yes, please cum inside me. I want you to make me feel dirty inside." She felt Jaune throb a bit, and hoped it meant he was coming closer to his own climax. "Please, Jaune. I only want you, so please fill me with your cum." Although she wouldn't say, she was hoping a more spirited back and forth would coax Jaune further to the edge. It did.
"Ergh! Damn, you really love taking it, don't you? Your legs are clamping on my like a vice. What if something happens? What if I put a baby in you, huh?" Jaune had no such hope, but the thought did tickle him, and Velvet seemed undeterred.
"I want it," she gasped, "I'll take your cum and have your-ah!- baby, Jaune! Ahhhh! If you promise-ugh! - not to stop I'll - Ah!- I'll take it all, even your child!" This thrilled Velvet more than she would have admitted, if only for the taboo if it all. But it also brought Jaune's thrusts to more powerful, but erratic rhythms. She really felt like her legs were going numb, and was afraid he might actually fuck her until she couldn't walk. But even that seemed to excite her.
"Fine, then I'll cum as deep as I can." Jaune said, wrapping his arms around her tight and pulling her into a bear hug that was tight enough to crack her back a bit. The two of them lay in the grass, consumed by each other and drowning in pleasure for some minutes, and although Velvet felt the urge to climax again and again, she suppressed it so that she would be able to feel Jaune's seed gushing into her when he was finally ready to spend it. But before that, she felt her mind wandering. Looking up, she could see Jaune baring his teeth as he struggled to prolong their coitus, and his sharp, white canines seemed so amazing. She asked him to bite her neck again, this time hard enough that it hurt. He hesitated, but complied, pressing his teeth into her skin and sending her into climax yet again.
As she lay, slightly limp but refusing to loosen her leg-lock upon him, Jaune bit down until a tiny trickle of blood began issuing from her skin. Upon telling her this, Velvet moaned louder than ever.
"Oh, god! It hurts, but it's good! Ah!" she exclaimed, before Jaune suddenly stopped. She opened her eyes wide, worried she had somehow insulted or frightened him away. Then, seeing the powerful lust and wild hunger in his eyes, she shrank, but her dripping wetness betrayed her excitement. Jaune pulled away from her leg-lock, grabbed hold of her thigh firmly, and in one grand motion he managed to flip her onto her stomach. She staggered, tried to find her hands and knees, but was robbed of her strength when Jaune thrust his manhood back into her, pressing down on her hips with his hands and continuing his powerful rhythmic pounding of her flesh. Velvet felt his member at a whole new angle, and realized that this position was much less romantic, but much more carnal. She grabbed at the blades of grass around her as Jaune used her pussy to pleasure himself, and hoped he would pop soon.
"Yeah, Jaune! Fuck me like a little bunny!" she said, the irony lost on her totally, but not on Jaune.
"So this is what you like, huh? Getting used?" he felt silly saying it, but it made the sex feel good.
"Oh! Ah! Yes, use me to have your baby! Oh! I'm a little bunny, I'm only good for making babies with you! All I want to do is be humped and filled with your cum! Ahhh! Jaune, hurry!" Velvet felt her climax approaching again as her own words filled her head. But the true push came when Jaune leaned down, pressing the full weight of his body onto her, and set his lips beside her ear to whisper.
"But I'm not a rabbit. You're a cute little bunny who needs a cock in her. But me," he licked her cheek softly, as if to taste her skin, "I'm a big-" he thrust hard, "bad-" he thrust again, feeling Velvet's legs curls up and her feet touch his buttocks, "wolf!"
And although they would both laugh at the line in hindsight, in the moment, in the throws of passion and lust, it sent the both of them over the edge. Jaune felt his body clench as he emptied his seed into Velvet's belly, and Velvet cried and ripped handfuls of grass from the ground as she was filled with Jaune's hot cum, which sent her into orgasm as well. The two of them held still as burst after burst of fluid filled Velvet's shivering womanhood, and once the last drop seemed to finally drain out into her, they went limp together. Velvet and Jaune both struggled to catch their breath, which took minutes. When at last they recovered, Velvet looked over her shoulder and smiled. Jaune smiled back. Then, they laughed. Then Velvet crawled out from beneath Jaune and flipped back over, spreading her legs wide to display her still wet and now cum dripping pussy. She flicked her clitoris with a finger, supported by her free arm. She bit her lip, hoping to seduce Jaune into a second round, which worked like a charm. He crawled over, set his hands on her knees and positioned his cock, now fully recovered, just outside her lower lips, ready to dig into her once again and scoop her out in preparation for a second battery of his seminal salvo.
"Little bunny, little bunny," he japed, rubbing the head of his cock against her opening, "Let me in."
"But Mr. Wolf, if I let you in you'll eat me all up." She felt herself aching with longing for his member once more.
"Then I'll huff," he said, pressing the tip of his member into her just briefly, "and I'll puff," this time he got about halfway in before retreating, and Velvet fell backward into the grass. She reached her hands out for Jaune to come close and hold her, and he did, but not before whispering into her ear once more.
"And I'll force my way in."
With this, he shoved his member all the way to the base, and Velvet climaxed again. It was another hour before Jaune was spent.
Later that evening, as Velvet emerged from the shower in her night clothes, Coco sat calmly by the window, staring out at the deep blue sky that was creeping slowly to the black of night. Velvet sat on her bed, wincing just a bit as her bottom still ached from Jaune's impressive thrashing. Coco, stood, grabbed a towel from the clean pile, and walked past Velvet to take her turn in the bath. She stopped just inside the frame, prompting Velvet to look up at her.
"Hey Velvet, are you feeling okay?" she asked sincerely. Velvet was surprised, but told her she was fine. Coco grinned. "That's good. Not many people can fight off a wolf, you know."
As Coco entered the bathroom and shut the door behind her, Velvet felt a chill run up and down her body, and with sudden horror lashed out to her nightstand to find her scroll.
She had made a call earlier that day, likely when she was lying on her stomach and her scroll had been pressed against her skin. It lasted about thirty minutes, and a minute after it ended, Coco had sent an unprompted smiley face.