Eeeeyyy. I bet you thought I'd forgotten this fic. Nay nay, my friends! Life and writer's block just got in the way of this chapter for a bit. Hopefully, the fact that it's super long and is mostly filled with smutty goodness will make up for the wait. As I said, this takes place after the Lilith has had a sufficient amount of time to influence our lovely little Arkos bunnies.

Disclaimer: My fanfictions are meant to service people's fantasies, and should not be used as a guide for real sex. Always research safe sexual practices.

Pyrrha was nestled close to his chest, softly kissing along his collarbone. Her warm hands were caressing his chest and abdomen, fingertips stroking the skin just over his racing heart. Every touch, every kiss made his heartbeat stutter and his mouth go dry.

He held her close, arms wrapped snugly around her naked form. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, his lips brushing skin with each word.

Eventually, she drew back, giving him a perfect view of the beautiful blush decorating her cheeks. She lay back on the bed, silently beckoning for him to follow. He didn't need to be told twice.

He leaned over her, propping himself up a little so that he could look at her face. Her eyes were warm and pleading, and her smile alluring with just a hint of shyness. Feeling a surge of protectiveness, Jaune closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to hers.

….

Jaune nuzzled his cheek against his pillow, smiling as his eyes opened, still not quite out of the dream realm he had been in. Of course, as reality set in and he realized that he was alone in his bed, his smile turned to a regretful sigh.

He should have been used to this by now. This was basically a nightly occurrence, after all. For weeks, he had been unable to go a single night without having a dream about him and Pyrrha.

Sometimes, they were the usual dreams of Pyrrha dominating him and confidently riding him. Other times, they were newer dreams that reversed the roles Jaune often imagined. In these dreams, he felt like a protector while Pyrrha was a vulnerable young woman rather than a confident goddess.

Admittedly, he liked these new scenarios every bit as much as the old ones. Pyrrha had always been his defender, his rock, his mentor. She deserved to be held and loved without having to worry about anything else. And sweet Dust, did Jaune want to be the one to give that to her!

He sat up and looked toward Pyrrha's bed, where she was still sleeping soundly. The urge to go over and kiss her awake was strong, and he quickly made a beeline for the bathroom before his tired mind could find too many reasons to give in to the impulse. He started to tell himself to stop being creepy, but shook his head.

Let's be real. I crossed the creepy threshold ages ago… He was just glad that there was no one at Beacon with a mind-reading Semblance. Or was there…? He shuddered at the thought and decided that some things were better left unknown.

….

A silk tie was knotted around Jaune's wrists, binding them together over his head. There was no fear in his eyes, though. Only anticipation and complete trust.

It was the trust that warmed Pyrrha's heart the most. The man beneath her was utterly at her mercy, and was completely okay with that. She ran her nails down his front, watching him shudder and groan. The growing hardness against her thigh made her smirk. "Would you like me to take care of that?" she purred, moving her hand downward.

"Ah," Jaune yelped as she touched his hardening cock. "Y-Yes, please."

Pyrrha started gently stroking, keeping her touches agonizingly-light, watching as Jaune's face turned redder and his expression became more and more pleading.

…..

Pyrrha glared at the ceiling as her eyes opened. Okay, she thought. This is getting old!

She had read enough romance novels to know that the typical female protagonist often agonized over her beloved man twenty five hours a day, eight days a week. She dreamed about him at night and thought about him during her waking hours.

Why didn't these stories ever emphasize just how ridiculously annoying that state of mind was?!

Love was a wonderful thing, but Pyrrha also enjoyed functioning in society. She liked being able to actually focus on things like homework, training, and spending time with her friends. That was becoming increasingly difficult as her desire for Jaune, both physical and emotional, continued to increase exponentially.

Because of this, she found herself going to the Emerald Forest and visiting the Lilith often. The creature pleasured her, allowing her to close her eyes and live out her fantasies for a few blissful hours. By the time she returned to Beacon, however, her lust would increase tenfold and she would have trouble even looking directly at her partner.

Honestly, she was beginning to wonder if the weird tentacle deity was doing more harm than good. Part of her wanted to ask Jaune what he thought (omitting certain details, of course), but neither of them had openly talked about the Lilith after that day when Pyrrha had followed him into the forest. Though they both visited the creature and both knew about the other visiting it, they never directly acknowledged it.

It was as if a weird, confused sense of shame had descended over them, and Pyrrha didn't like it at all. At this point, she almost wished that her feelings could vanish entirely, just so she could return to the easy friendship she and Jaune had enjoyed before.

She sat up, looking toward her partner's bed. He was already gone. Good. If she was lucky, she'd be able to get her bearings before seeing him today.

The day passed as it usually did with classes, lunch, a few breaks, and finally her training session with Jaune. The latter had always been her favorite part of the day. She loved training with him, watching his confidence and skills improve with each spar, and talking with him afterward as the shattered moon rose in the sky.

Now, the rooftop sessions had a new, secret purpose: They helped alleviate some of the tension that seemed to be a permanent fixture in Pyrrha's body. It wasn't the ideal release, but it was definitely a release. That was more than her classes could say.

She could definitely feel her latent frustration pouring into her attacks, making them a bit fiercer than was probably necessary. Thankfully, Jaune was every bit as aggressive with blocking, parrying, and even managing a few return jabs in her direction. When they stopped to take a break, they were both sweating and panting.

"You're definitely improving," Pyrrha gasped. "You might not need these sessions after a little while."

"I mean, we can keep doing them, right?" Jaune asked, a hint of nervousness entering his voice. He certainly didn't want these hours of quality time with Pyrrha to end.

"Of course!" Pyrrha quickly replied. "I'm just saying you're at a point where they'll serve more to keep your skills sharp. You've definitely caught up with everyone else when it comes to ability, I can promise you that."

The two walked over to the wall to sit down. Usually, they would sit with some space between them. However, now that they weren't actively sparring, the chill in the air was becoming more apparent. Jaune sat down close to Pyrrha, smiling when she leaned into him.

In that moment, he felt his ever-present lust for her dimming. He was purely content and comfortable. Breathing a sigh, he rested his head on top of hers, allowing himself to relax a little.

Pyrrha smiled, snuggling against Jaune's side. Mentally, she was jumping for joy. The intense, burning heat in her body had finally dulled to a more manageable warmth, as if her needs were temporarily satisfied by this small amount of contact. Would this annoying lust become easier to deal with if she simply hugged her partner more often? She could deal with that.

A breeze hit them, causing them to shiver. "It'll be winter soon," Jaune remarked.

"Mm hm." Pyrrha leaned into Jaune's familiar warmth, though she frowned when she realized what winter would mean. Not only would she and Jaune have to halt their rooftop sessions once the snow came, but they would have no real excuse to go into the Emerald Forest to visit the Lilith. That could definitely lead to a few problems. Not wanting to think too deeply about that, she said: "The holidays will be here before we know it."

"Yeah. I'll have to start shopping soon." Jaune chuckled softly. "Between my seven sisters and all you guys, I probably should have started earlier."

"Oh, you don't have to get me anything."

"I know." Jaune shrugged. "But you won't talk me out of it." He realized as he sat there that her hand was right next to his, their pinkies just barely brushing. This knowledge sent a small but firm jolt through his body as he was overcome with the urge to take her hand in his. And pepper soft kisses over her wrists, and draw her closer, and-

"We should probably head in," Jaune said, standing up abruptly while firmly clamping down on his train of thought. "Wouldn't want to catch a cold, right?"

"Y-Yes, of course." Pyrrha was quick to follow, spending the walk back to the dorm room trying to swallow down the deep sense of longing and disappointment welling up within her. This is seriously getting annoying! If this kept up, she'd need to see the Lilith again very, very soon.

….

Pyrrha mentally berated herself as she walked into the Emerald Forest during a Saturday morning. You're becoming addicted, Pyrrha. Addicted and obsessed. When we get back from this, you are seeking professional help! Get some medication, or something! There has to be medication for ridiculous amounts of lust, right?

Only a fierce dedication to her craft made Pyrrha remember to actually hunt some Grimm before making a beeline for the temple. When she arrived, she strode right down the incline, dropped her bag and weapons at the bottom, and stepped forward.

The giant green eye glowed softly in the darkness, blinking once in greeting. As always, it acted as if it had been waiting for her. The tentacles stretched out, slipping under her armor with practiced ease and rubbing against her already-hard nipples through her bra. One pulled away her panties and proceeded to suck at the moisture that had already gathered beneath them.

Pyrrha moaned without restraint. Now that she was here, she wanted to completely bury her feelings of guilt and shame. She wanted to hand herself over to these sensations until they overwhelmed her.

The Lilith, seeming to read her thoughts, obliged. More tentacles surged forward once Pyrrha was undressed, lifting her up and holding her suspended in the air. Then, countless feelers probed at her, the ends opening up just slightly so that it felt like she was being kissed from her shoulders to her feet by dozens of tiny mouths.

Pyrrha gasped and writhed, grateful that the Lilith had thought to leave her head free so she could breathe. Then, the tentacles started to secrete that wonderful, tingly ooze, causing her to tremble as each kiss felt like an electric shock that went straight downward, adding more and more to the burning heat between her legs.

Sensing her increased arousal, more tendrils surged toward her opening, sucking eagerly at her labia and clit, probing just enough to drink in her juices, but respecting her wish to not be fully penetrated. Meanwhile, the other tentacles began suckling on her skin. One latched onto the end of each of her nipples and sucked fiercely, causing her to cry out.

The other feelers roamed around, sucking on every spot of pale flesh they could find. They nuzzled into her neck, left marks all across her collarbone, pulsated against her shaking thighs, and drank greedily from her leaking pussy.

Her abdomen twisted in the most wonderful way and her entire body shuddered as she came. The tentacles became more frantic, swarming across her body and kissing desperately at her skin, covering her utterly. The ones between her legs rubbed eagerly along her labia as she cried out, greedily coating themselves in her slick release.

As she finally came down from her orgasm, panting loudly, Pyrrha was gently lowered to the ground. The tentacles carefully positioned her so that she was on her knees, and remained lightly wrapped around her for support. She leaned gladly into their comforting, rubbery weight and closed her eyes.

After a few minutes, she felt a light touch to her lips, which she instinctively parted. A feeler slipped in and began to twitch.

Knowing what the Lilith wanted, Pyrrha straightened up and closed her lips around the tentacle's end, sucking deeply while bringing up one hand to run up and down along as much of its length as she could reach. She smiled when she heard a rumbling purr echo through the cavern.

She bobbed her head in a rhythm that was becoming very familiar, and closed her eyes as another tendril began stroking her hair. As soon as her eyes were closed, she was with Jaune, pleasuring him with her mouth, making him moan and purr with delight. Smiling, she twirled her tongue around the end, licked underneath, then took it into her mouth fully, sucking deeply.

The member shuddered, grew larger, then released its sweet secretion into Pyrrha's mouth. She swallowed eagerly, feeling that lusty warmth being rejuvenated as she drank down each tingly mouthful.

Another tentacle began to rub rapidly against her folds, quickly bringing on her second orgasm. She trembled weakly as she finished, collapsing against the tentacles. The one she had sucked on withdrew while the ones that had been holding her moved until they had made a soft, rubbery bed for her to lie on. She closed her eyes, kissing one of the tentacles before allowing herself to fall into a deep slumber.

When she awoke, a few hours had passed and the Lilith was nowhere to be seen. Thankfully, it had unrolled Pyrrha's sleeping bag and draped it over her naked form to keep the chill away.

Quickly, Pyrrha collected her clothes and went off to bathe in the stream. With the weather becoming so chilly, she had to clean herself quickly. By this time, she was too cold to think about going back to sleep, despite the fact that it wasn't midnight yet. So, she started the trek back to Beacon.

Winter was definitely approaching. Now that the sun was gone, the air was absolutely frigid. Pyrrha shivered, wishing she had thought to bring warmer clothes. It was no good. All she could do was walk quickly and try to get the blood flowing.

After a few hours of walking, she could hear footsteps in front of her. They didn't sound like Grimm. "Who's there?" she called.

The footsteps stopped. "Pyrrha?" a familiar voice replied. A second later, Jaune stepped through the trees. "Hey. I figured you'd be here. Wasn't sure if I'd run into you, though." He noticed her shaking immediately. "The temperature dropped a lot, didn't it?"

"It certainly did," Pyrrha replied, trying to keep her teeth from chattering too much. "I hoped that walking quickly would help."

Jaune made a sympathetic noise in his throat. "Too bad I didn't pack an extra hoodie. Here, why don't we set up camp in that clearing over there?" I could keep her warm… No! Bad Jaune! He really needed to see the Lilith…

Pyrrha nodded gratefully. Though she had wanted to get back to Beacon as quickly as possible, it made more sense to stop and try to get warm now that she actually had more of a means to do so.

As they patrolled the area around the clearing, however, Pyrrha abruptly realized that warming up would mean sleeping next to Jaune. While this was a normal enough action that had been performed on many patrols, she wasn't sure if it was a good idea when considering her current mental state. At the moment, the cold temperature was keeping most of her lust at bay. She wasn't sure what would happen if that changed. Despite only just visiting the Lilith, she could feel her longing for Jaune like a physical rope pulling him ever toward her.

I will never read a romance novel again, she thought with a quiet groan.

When she returned to the clearing after finding no Grimm nearby, she saw that Jaune had already started a small fire. She sat down in front of it immediately, drawing trace amounts of comfort from the fleeting, flickering warmth. "It's a bit late to be patrolling, isn't it?" she asked. Judging by where they were, Jaune would have had to have left Beacon in the late afternoon or early evening.

Jaune shrugged. "I just…suddenly felt the need to come out here. You?"

"I…yes. I needed to kill some Grimm as well." Neither one of them mentioned the Lilith.

When Pyrrha shivered again, Jaune unzipped his sleeping bag. "You can go in first." His voice cracked briefly as he spoke, causing him to wince.

Pyrrha noticed the hesitance in his tone, which only made her more nervous. Had he noticed her change in behavior? Was he no longer comfortable around her? She didn't think she could bear that!

She slid into the sleeping bag, her heart thumping wildly as Jaune followed and zipped it up. It was very tight with the two of them, but Pyrrha was easily able to get comfortable, her hands finding their usual spot at Jaune's chest while one of Jaune's arms remained out of the sleeping bag and draped over her. She sighed happily, despite her worries, and snuggled against his front.

"Better?" Jaune murmured, though his heart was pounding like crazy. Pyrrha just felt so small in that moment. He wanted to hold her and keep her safe and warm like this forever. She nuzzled sleepily against his chest, filling him with the desire to kiss her.

"Mm hm. Thank you, Jaune," Pyrrha replied, closing her eyes. His armor was off and she could feel his quickening breaths against her hands. Her heart sank. He was never this nervous before… Oh, I hope he hasn't noticed anything. Her head still reeling with self-conscious thoughts, she forced herself to try and sleep.

…

Both Jaune and Pyrrha awoke maybe an hour later to an unbearable heat between them. It wasn't the harsh, oppressive heat that came from a fever, however. Rather, it was a wonderful, burning sensation that made them hyper-aware of the coldness surrounding them and making them want to press further and further into the blessed warmth.

Pyrrha, still half-asleep, nuzzled Jaune's neck, smiling at the feel of his pulse and brushing her lips against it. Something hard pressed against the material of her partner's jeans, pushing against her leg. A sharp thrill went through her.

Jaune only had a moment to enjoy the likely-accidental touch of Pyrrha's lips to his neck before his mind was overcome with panic as he realized how aroused he was. Crap! Crap, crap, crap! Abort, Jaune! Abort! Get out of the sleeping bag immediately! He tried to reach around to where the zipper was, fumbling desperately with it for a moment before it suddenly came loose, causing him to fall out and into the grass.

Pyrrha whimpered at the sudden coldness. In that moment, the space between them felt like a void. A void that absolutely shouldn't exist. Still, when she saw Jaune's panicked, guilty expression and the way he was trying to turn away to hide his erection, she reined herself in.

Easy, Pyrrha! He's already scared enough. Don't force yourself on him! Her mind was strangely calm. Maybe it was because she now knew that, at least on some level, Jaune was having the same issues she was having. Maybe it was because she was used to calming her partner down. Either way, she kept her voice level when she called out to him. "Jaune."

Jaune winced. This is it. The best friendship you've ever had is ruined forever. Is there any way to make this less awkward?! "U-Um, sorry, Pyrrha. It's, uh, the Lilith. Yeah, I was, uh…"

The want building up in Pyrrha was too powerful to ignore, forcing her to be bold when she would otherwise have nodded in agreement and pretended to forget the whole thing. Moving out of the sleeping bag, she slipped her arms around Jaune and rested her head on his shoulder. She felt him stiffen. "Was it really the Lilith?" she whispered, her breath brushing his ear as she spoke.

A shiver went down Jaune's spine and he let out a shuddering breath. She was too close. She was too warm. She was too wonderful. There was no way he could hide anything if she kept putting this spell on him. "N-No," he found himself sighing.

Pyrrha's arms tightened and she rubbed her cheek against his neck. "Who was it, then?"

Jaune gasped at the light touch and he turned so he could look at Pyrrha's face. His heart felt like it was on fire when he saw her expression. It was the exact face he had seen in so many dreams: half-lidded, loving eyes, a smile that pierced him to the core, and a gorgeous blush that he wanted to make redder and redder.

It was impossible to tell who leaned in first. All they knew was that the moment their lips touched was one of utter perfection. Despite the manic lust they both felt, the kiss was warm, chaste, and gentle.

Jaune turned around so he could face her fully, not breaking the kiss as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush against him. He felt and heard the small noise she let out, and quickly moved back. "Sorry, I-" He stopped when she placed a hand over his mouth.

"Don't," Pyrrha said, her voice wavering slightly with lingering shock and happiness. Her lips tingled with the echo of her partner's lips. They had been so, so soft. "Don't apologize." Her heart warmed as she looked at his adorable, stunned expression. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time."

"Really?" Jaune blinked slowly as a small, hopeful smile spread across his face. "M-Me too." He brought up a hand to shakily caress her cheek. "Am I dreaming?" he wondered with a breathless laugh.

Pyrrha softly kissed his lips again. "I don't think you'd be asking that if you were dreaming," she noted.

"Heh. True." Jaune bit his lip. "Can I kiss you again?"

He's so sweet… Without bothering to answer, Pyrrha gently claimed his lips, her heart soaring when he eagerly responded. He ran his tongue hesitantly across her bottom lip, and she readily parted them and stroked Jaune's curious tongue with her own. He tasted of mint toothpaste, Ren's pancakes, and some flavor that just seemed to be purely Jaune. Pyrrha swirled her tongue around his mouth, making a contented noise in her throat.

Jaune's head was spinning as all of his senses became focused entirely on Pyrrha. Her hot, calloused hands framed his face while her sweet tongue, which still carried a hint of the Lilith's ooze, twined with his. The tiny moans and sighs she let out were the most wonderful sounds he had ever heard. He moved one of his hands downward, touching her exposed midriff. When she didn't protest, he began stroking her toned abdomen.

"Mm…" Pyrrha smiled into the kiss as she felt Jaune's warm hand on her skin, contrasting beautifully with the surrounding chill. It didn't seem fair for her to be the only one getting this treatment, so she slipped a hand under Jaune's hoodie to run over his abs and slide up his back, causing the cloth to hike up, exposing his skin to the cold air.

A shiver went through Jaune and he gasped as Pyrrha's touch abruptly reminded him of the hard, insistent arousal that had not gone away. Before he could even think about trying to hide it, he felt her hand over it, massaging it through his jeans, causing an almost-painful shock to go through his body.

"Ah!" He broke the kiss with a surprised cry, which quickly turned into a pleased groan as Pyrrha continued to rub.

Pyrrha's cheeks were burning. A part of her brain was telling her that she needed to move slower, but the rest urged her to keep going. She wanted Jaune so much, and he obviously wanted her. If he said yes, then what was the point of waiting? As she thought this, she felt a slight ghost of the Lilith's sweetness in the back of her throat.

"Jaune?" she breathed. Even through her lust, one clear, important question came through. "Do you want me to keep going?"

"Yes! Keep going!" Jaune gasped. He didn't even need to think about his answer. "Please!"

Pyrrha smiled at his enthusiasm, though she knew that hers was probably just as intense. She unzipped his pants and pulled them down, freeing his erection. She paused, licking her lips subconsciously when she saw its size. It wasn't a monster by any means, but it certainly wasn't small either. It was hard, stiff, and already leaking precum. She wanted it inside her.

Still, she was willing to wait. The lust that had filled her for so long had mellowed out now that she was acting on it, allowing her to go at her own pace. She was glad of that. She wanted this to last as long as possible.

Remembering what she had done with the Lilith, she took the head of Jaune's cock in her lips and swirled her tongue around, tasting the salty precum that was so different from the Lilith's sweet ooze, yet somehow aroused her twice as much. She ran her hand slowly up and down the shaft as she continued to lick.

Jaune threw his head back, panting without restraint. This was better than anything he could have dreamed of. Feeling Pyrrha's hand and mouth, hearing the wet noises her tongue made on his cock, and knowing that it was all real… It was too much! Already, he could feel the pressure building within him.

"Ah! Pyrrha, I'm about to-" He stopped speaking as his hips started to rock, pushing his cock further into Pyrrha's mouth.

Instead of drawing back, Pyrrha tried to move forward, taking as much of Jaune into her mouth as she could. She nearly gagged when his seed coated her throat, but was quick to swallow as best she could. Some dribbled from her lips and down her chin just the same. She licked her lips as she drew back, trying to catch her breath.

"S-Sorry," Jaune muttered, glancing to the side. "I should've warned you sooner."

Pyrrha wiped her mouth on her hand, smiling despite her breathlessness. "You're apologizing more than I do!"

Jaune blinked, then burst out laughing, his nervousness fading away in an instant. Pyrrha always had that effect on him. He felt more comfortable with her than with anyone. That comfort was what gave him the courage to say: "You know, it seems a bit unfair that I'm the only one getting attention right now."

Pyrrha blushed, suddenly feeling incredibly shy. "Th-That's true," she murmured.

A strange sense of déjà vu overcame Jaune as he looked at Pyrrha's smiling, vulnerable face and hopeful eyes. All of a sudden, he was in one of his newer dreams again, taking the active role while gently loving his partner with everything he had.

Moving close again, he reached around to undo Pyrrha's top. "If you want me to stop or slow down, just let me know."

Pyrrha nodded. "You won't need to worry about that, Jaune. But thank you."

Jaune pulled her into another long, open-mouthed kiss. He could taste himself on Pyrrha's tongue, and this alone was enough to cause his cock to spring to life again. He ignored it, though. Right now, he wanted to focus on making Pyrrha feel as good as possible.

Removing her top, he moved his head down to kiss and nip at her collarbone, loving every adorable squeak and gasp she let out. He fumbled a bit with her bra, but was quick to latch his teeth over one of her nipples once it finally came off.

"Ah!" Pyrrha shouted, trembling as a jolt of pain and pleasure shot down her spine from where Jaune's teeth were playing with her.

Jaune paused. "Did that hurt?"

Pyrrha shook her head. "Do it again. Please!"

She sounded so undone already. And Jaune was making her like this! Unable to keep from grinning victoriously, he fastened his teeth over her nipple once again, running it carefully between them, not biting down too much. Occasionally, he would wrap his tongue around it or suck sharply. His hand played with Pyrrha's other breast, squeezing and running her less-abused nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

By this point, Pyrrha was on her back, writhing with pleasure as Jaune leaned over her, listening with relish to her unrestrained moans.

He eventually released her nipples, evoking a whimper of protest. This quickly turned into a gasp as he began to kiss down her stomach, stopping at her skirt, where he slipped his tongue just under the hem, then drew back.

Pyrrha's body was tense with anticipation. She whined every time Jaune ran his teasing tongue over her skin. Finally, she lifted her head. "Jaune…" Her tone clearly told him to hurry up.

Jaune felt his cock twitch just by hearing the pleading tone in Pyrrha's voice. He quickly pulled her skirt and sash down, tossing them to the side. Next were her soaked panties.

In that moment, Pyrrha Nikos was entirely exposed. Jaune would have taken a moment just to bask in this fact, if it weren't for the urgent noises his partner was uttering.

Still hardly daring to believe it, he ran his tongue over her entrance, filling his mouth with an erotic, musky taste.

Pyrrha's body jerked when Jaune's tongue ran across her sex for the first time. It was all she could do to keep from shaking as the warm wetness started to swipe repeatedly across her folds. When it delved in a little deeper, she hummed appreciatively. Then, the tip of his tongue found her clitoris and began subjecting it to the same treatment her nipple had received.

She practically screamed with pleasure as Jaune sucked on her clit. All thought vanished when he removed his gloves and slid a finger inside her.

A familiar coil of heat was building in her abdomen. Her lower body started to tremble. "J-Jaune," she warned. "I'm close!"'

Jaune's heart flipped when Pyrrha uttered those words and began to lick and suck faster while slipping another finger in and pumping quickly.

A spasm of pleasure overtook Pyrrha. Her hips shuddered as the sweetest orgasm she had ever had rocked through her body. She threw back her head and cried out. She could feel Jaune greedily lapping up her release, which nearly caused her to come a second time.

Jaune continued licking at Pyrrha after her orgasm ended, wanting to drink up every drop. He didn't think he had ever tasted something so perfect. When he was done, he moved back enough to appreciate the beautiful sight before him.

Pyrrha was on her back, cheeks flushed, bearing the bite marks Jaune had left. Her chest heaved as she panted and her face was the purest expression of pleasure imaginable.

After a moment, Pyrrha sat up and moved close to Jaune, tugging at his hoodie. Taking the hint, he pulled it off. Pyrrha smiled, snuggling against his side while softly caressing his torso. She noticed his new erection and smiled. "Excited again, are we?" she asked playfully.

Jaune drew her into his lap, nuzzling her neck and groaning when she gripped his cock. "Ah… It can wait," he managed to say. "We should probably take a breather."

Pyrrha reluctantly drew her hand back. "You're right." So, she tilted her head back, gladly allowing Jaune to continue his gentle explorations of her neck. When he nipped playfully at her ear, she giggled.

Jaune couldn't resist kissing her lips again after that adorable laugh. When she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her bare chest against his, he was almost convinced that he had died and gone to heaven. Only the frantic pounding of both of their hearts told him that he was still in the land of the living.

They drew back, gazing half-lidded into each other's eyes, resting their foreheads against each other. If it weren't for their returning arousals, they could have easily curled up in that position and fallen asleep holding each other.

Instead, Pyrrha spoke. "Jaune?" Her voice was hushed.

"Yeah?" Jaune breathed, trying not to completely lose his mind at how much he loved hearing his name on her tongue like this.

"I…" Pyrrha's cheeks flushed shyly. "What does this mean for us? Overall, I mean?"

Jaune's mouth went dry and he swallowed loudly as a thousand negative scenarios flooded his mind. Was Pyrrha regretting this? Had this really just been an act of lust? Was their relationship completely and utterly ruined? "What do you want it to mean?" he asked, his voice cracking a little.

Pyrrha managed to look Jaune in the eyes. She saw a combination of nervousness and longing there. She hoped she was interpreting his look correctly. "I want this to continue, and I'm not just talking about the sex," she said, her voice not wavering at all as she spoke the words she had kept pent up for so long. She placed a hand over his heart. "I love you, Jaune. I have practically since we first met. And…I want this to mean something to both of us."

Jaune gaped, temporarily dumbstruck. All of her other words were a jumble for a moment as those three all-important words shined at the front of his mind.

Pyrrha's heart sank when she looked at Jaune's stricken expression. And now you ruined it, she thought mournfully. Things will be awkward between you forever. Well done. She started to move back.

When he saw her doubtful look and felt her starting to move away, he quickly hugged her close again. "It does!" he insisted, trying to remember how to speak as he reassured her. "Mean something, I mean. It means everything!" He brought her face to his and brushed their lips chastely together before gazing into her emerald eyes. "I love you, Pyrrha. That's why I want this so much. I don't want anyone else like this."

Relief flooded Pyrrha's mind as she smiled and lightly rubbed their noses together. She both felt and heard Jaune's quiet laugh. Finding his hand, she laced their fingers together.

Jaune squeezed her hand as he murmured in her ear: "If you want to know a secret, I was imagining I was with you whenever I went to visit the Lilith."

Pyrrha's face burned, but her smile could have easily outshone the moon overhead. "I did the same," she whispered. "Don't tell anyone." She winked teasingly.

Jaune laughed as he hugged her again, wondering if it was really possible to feel this overwhelmingly happy. He peppered her face and chest with quick, light kisses, pausing to nuzzle into her shoulder when she started combing her fingers through his hair.

For a few minutes, the two just explored each other with their hands and lips, taking their time, savoring each touch and kiss. Eventually, however, the growing heat between them became impossible to ignore.

"Jaune, I want you," Pyrrha sighed into his ear. "Please."

Jaune kissed her cheek, then drew back to remove his pants completely. He shivered a little when the cold air hit him, and he was quickly reminded how close to winter it was. When I was holding Pyrrha, I didn't even notice, he thought, almost laughing at how cheesy that thought was.

He unzipped his sleeping bag and spread it out while Pyrrha retrieved hers. Once hers was unzipped, she pulled it over both of them, shielding them from the cold.

Pyrrha was immediately warmed by the cloth beneath her and the heat of her partner on top of her. They were mere inches apart. Her entire body was tense with anticipation.

Jaune positioned himself over her, propping himself up with his arms. He kissed her softly, then drew back. "Ready?"

Pyrrha nodded, though a small amount of nervousness entered her expression. "Go slowly, please. This is my first time."

Jaune tilted his head, confused. "Haven't you been seeing the Lilith?"

"Yes, but…" Pyrrha's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I…I didn't' let it go in me. I wanted you to be the first."

For a moment, Jaune was completely thunderstruck. A lump rose in his throat and he had to quickly wipe his eyes. She saved herself…for me? Even after hearing her say that she loved him, even after what they had done until that moment, he never would have expected something like this.

His entire body felt warmer, and he was distinctly aware that he was falling still deeper in love with Pyrrha. He hadn't even thought that was possible! He closed the distance between them, kissing her deeply.

He drew back just enough to speak. "You didn't have to do that."

"I know." Pyrrha spoke against his lips. "I wanted to."

"Dust, I love you so much," Jaune sighed, kissing her once more as he got into position. "I won't hurt you," he promised. "Just relax."

Carefully, he slid the head in, immediately gasping at how tight she was. Thankfully, she was also incredibly wet. He pressed forward slowly, bit by bit, watching Pyrrha's face for any sign of pain. It was hard to keep from thrusting in all at once. It felt as if her pussy was sucking him in, craving him.

Pyrrha moaned as her walls were stretched for the first time and struggled to relax. There was a small amount of pain, mostly from the stretching, but that was completely overridden by the strangled pleasure that was already building within her. The lewd, squelching sound of his cock going deeper only increased these sensations. When she felt his balls against her and realized he was buried to the hilt, she almost came right then.

Jaune panted, forcing himself to remain still as Pyrrha's wet, tight pussy pressed all around him, squeezing him in a way that was almost possessive. He touched her cheek, stroking her skin while whispering into her ear to try and distract her from any pain she might be feeling. "I love you," he murmured. "My beautiful warrior." He felt her heart thumping a little faster and smiled. "You make me feel so strong, like I can do anything." He ran his tongue down her neck, making her shiver. "I'm the luckiest man in the world right now."

"Jaune…" Pyrrha moaned and trembled. Jaune's words were affecting her even more than his pulsing cock was. She felt like she was going to just melt. It was hard to speak at first. "Since I met you, I'm the happiest I've ever been." She rotated her hips, causing both of them to cry out. "You're my hero. My best friend. Ah!" She gasped when Jaune shifted in response to her words. "I love you so much!"

Jaune kissed her, though very sloppily. He couldn't hold back anymore. "I'm going to move, okay?"

Pyrrha nodded. "I'm ready."

Jaune withdrew slowly, then slid back in. His eyes closed as he found a rhythm, and his expression became one of pure bliss. Leaning down, he captured Pyrrha's lips, prompting her to tangle her hands in his hair. He felt her starting to clench around him every time he re-entered her, which encouraged him to move just a bit faster.

Pyrrha moaned and gasped against Jaune's mouth, wrapping her legs around his back as he made love to her. His swelling cock hit a spot in her that caused her vision to go white and she cried out in pleasure. "Keep hitting me there!" she pleaded.

Jaune obediently began aiming for that one spot within her, thrusting harder and harder as it became clear that she wasn't in any pain. He gripped at the material of the sleeping bag. His lips left hers and began to kiss messily across her face.

Warm, clumsy kisses covered Pyrrha's skin, and she responded as best she could while simultaneously making sure to tighten around her partner's wonderful cock every time it reentered her, loving how he trembled and moaned in response. She could feel the pressure building inside her again. "Jaune," she gasped. "I love you!"

"I love you too," Jaune gasped. "Ah. I'm close." He could feel her movements quickening. She tightened herself deliciously around his length as it started to swell. "Can I-?"

"Yes!" Pyrrha whimpered. "Inside. It's okay. You can- AH!" A violent spasm overtook her as she came. She kissed Jaune fiercely, moaning without restraint.

Jaune let out a muffled cry against Pyrrha's lips as his hips shook and his cock swelled against her slick walls. He came within seconds, filling Pyrrha with his release.

Pyrrha deepened the kiss as she felt Jaune's seed flooding into her. She kept her legs wrapped tightly around him, not wanting them to part. She felt so warm. So complete. So ridiculously happy.

Jaune panted as his orgasm ended, lowering himself down onto Pyrrha, propping himself up on his elbows to keep from hurting her. He touched a few more lazy kisses to her chest as he savored the sensation of being joined to her in the blissful aftermath. Then, reluctantly, he pulled out of her.

Pyrrha whimpered at the loss of Jaune's cock, and was quick to snuggle against his side as he curled up next to her. She yawned, basking in the afterglow as she gently rubbed Jaune's sweaty chest and abdomen.

Jaune sighed happily at the gentle caresses, running his own hands up and down Pyrrha's back, feeling her breathing return to normal. "You okay?" he whispered.

Pyrrha nodded, smiling at his concern. "I've never been better," she assured him. She noticed him starting to nod off, and shifted closer. "Here." She guided him until his head was nestled in the crook of her neck, inches away from her beating heart. She felt him shift lower to listen, and started softly stroking his hair.

Jaune closed his eyes, a wave of tiredness overcoming him as he heard the sweet, soothing sound of his partner's heart beating. He touched a soft kiss to her chest before drifting off. His last thought that night was that the heartbeat against his ear sounded even sweeter than every moan and gasp Pyrrha had uttered throughout the night.

Pyrrha remained awake, holding Jaune against her, listening to his breaths and kissing the top of his head whenever he moved or made a noise. In that moment, everything was right with the world. On some deep level, she knew that the annoying, obsessive dreams would bother her no longer. In their place was a warm, ongoing sensation that could sometimes manifest as a burning lust, but would most often exist as a warm, constant love.

In the back of her mind, she wondered what it would be like if she and Jaune ever visited the Lilith at the same time. It was a stirring thought, but free of any urgency. For now, they could sleep. For now, they could take things slowly and figure out what would come next.

With this in mind, Pyrrha fell into a dreamless, deeply-satisfied sleep.

….

The Lilith's eye blinked. A low gurgle rose in its throat. It was a sound of combined frustration and happiness.

It could sense the change: Its two newest worshippers had finally come together. It had certainly taken long enough for its influence to get them to actually do something. Worse still, with winter coming and the two mates newly invested in each other, they likely wouldn't need to visit their god for a long time.

Breathing a long sigh, the Lilith withdrew its tentacles and closed its eye, anticipating a long hibernation.

Still, it didn't matter. They would come back eventually, and they would very likely come back together. When they did, the Lilith would make sure to give them an experience that they would never, ever forget.

This would be a good feeding. A very good feeding.

I have so many headcanons concerning the dynamics that could exist between these two. I see Jaune as a complete sub, but I also see Pyrrha as a switch who occasionally loves being totally submissive, but only if it's someone she completely trusts. Jaune would be ridiculously gentle and considerate whenever in control, because he's just such a sweetie. Sad about the comparative lack of tentacles in this chapter? Worry not! There will be a whole lot of tentacle/Arkos action coming in the final chapter, along with some dominant Pyrrha action.

Literally coming. Get it? Get it? …I'll just go now.