I Thee Wed

by SandStormHero

When Pyrrha unlocked Jaune's aura during initiation, his semblance manifested without explanation. Gifted with five rings made of light, he quickly learns the consequences of his power and the responsibility it insists. Watch as Jaune Arc navigates Beacon with the ability to tie the women around him to his future until death do they part.

2. Chapter 2

A/N: I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday. I took two weeks off from updating to enjoy the time off. Thank you for your patience.

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Chapter 2

Tag(s): Oral, Fingering, Missionary, Cream-Pie.

Girl(s): Pyrrha.

Words: 14,351

Leaving his naked wife on the other side of the blanket wall was painful. But that just motivated Jaune to hurry toward the other half of the room, because of course the light switch had to be with Nora and Ren.

Peering through the blankets, he could see both already in bed. Separate beds, obviously. A freshly showered Nora with a pair of headphones audibly blasted yet another of the Achivemen's hits while Ren seemed to have made himself comfortable with a good book. A few gestures for their attention eventually drew their curious gaze.

"Hey," Jaune greeted their blank stares as cheerfully as he could manage, "So, ah, me and Pyrrha were thinking about turning in? Um, you guys wouldn't mind if we…turn off the lights a little early tonight, right?" He laughed, doing his damndest not to give anything away. But even Nora's stare turned a little dry.

"Yep!" Jaune insisted when they didn't answer, "big day tomorrow! First day of classes, learning room numbers, and I think that it's important, as team leader, that team JNPR gets some good rest, you know? Let's put our best foot forward and really show this school what we're made of!" He tried to sound inspirational and like a real leader would. But once again, neither of his roommates looked very impressed, letting the silence stretch into uncomfortable territory.

"Okay, then," he whispered to himself, letting the bright and cheery facade slip away, "let's try something else." After half a beat, his smile was back. Not quite as large and a fraction more imploring.

"And," he stressed, "I was thinking it would be nice if all of us woke up early and headed into Vale for brunch." Silence. "You know, for team bonding?" Nothing. Until, finally, "my treat?" And just like that, they were smiling back.

It was as much of a confession as they were going to get, but it wasn't like they needed one. It was pretty obvious both knew what was going on beyond the wall of fabric.

Besides, it was the least Jaune could do, considering he was technically the leader. Taking your team out for a meal every now and then seemed like the bare minimum he could offer. And considering how lacking he was in nearly every other aspect of both leading and huntsman-ing, yeah, hopefully they liked pancakes?

Also, he felt a little shitty pulling this right after they'd been nice enough to build a wall so their weird married teammates could get it on. And forcing them to make all the concessions felt like a pretty not great way to end the first day of getting along.

Thankfully, the mention of brunch actually seemed to earn some excitement from the pair, Nora most of all. Her irritation all but vanished, replaced by wide-eyed excitement. And Ren, strangely enough, looked at him with a pity that Jaune couldn't quite understand. The blonde didn't stop to think why that could be, far too eager to hurry up and get back on the other side of those blankets.

"Good night, Jaune!" Nora cheered, unapologetically willing to take him up on his generous offer. She immediately made herself comfortable, retrieving a sleep mask she deftly fit over her face. But, the cloth over her eyes did nothing to hide the smile that still threatened to burst at the seams. "You two be sure to rest up." Jaune wasn't forced to reply, watching her replace her headphones as she settled back into bed.

Ren knew he should step forward and warn his teammate, but he figured the faster the couple learned about his childhood friend, the better. Besides, with any luck, this little outing would earn him at least one weekend of sleeping in without Nora's insistent prodding. And that was more than worth turning in an hour or two before curfew.

Sparing his leader one last wince, Ren decided to follow Nora's lead for once and nodded his permission. The quiet boy placed a marker for his page before setting it aside.

"Yes, please enjoy your night." he nodded, a much smaller, but no less mocking, smile gracing his lips. Before Jaune could attempt to deny such claims, Ren replaced his earplugs, shutting out Jaune and any other noises that might have tried to reach him.

"Oh, and Leader?" Nora called out, despite her ears and eyes being fully covered. "You got a little something on your pants there, buddy." And the snickering lasted long after Jaune glanced down to see he'd forgotten about Pyrrha's little stain, a dark wet patch that anyone could see pressed against the middle of his thigh.

Jaune allowed himself seven seconds to lament his embarrassment before reaching for the light and casting their small dorm into darkness.

Not total darkness, thankfully. Tripping over a bag or a book and snapping your neck sounded like a great way to kill any mood. But moonlight peered through the few far windows, providing enough silvery glimmer for Jaune to navigate his way back to his side of the room. Upon which he found his new wife already snuggled beneath the covers, patiently waiting for his return.

"I was worried I'd have to come and rescue you," she laughed, modestly covering her breasts behind a blanket. It should have been disappointing, but then Jaune remembered he was also about to be underneath that blanket, and his mood improved right-quick.

"Yeah," he laughed weakly, "we're pretty lucky to have such…understanding teammates. By the way, it's totally unrelated, but you should know everyone's going to brunch tomorrow before classes."

Pyrrha's smile widened in a way that showed she'd likely heard most, if not all, of his negotiations. The blankets were more for blocking sight than sound, after all. But she didn't fault him for it. If anything, she was glad he'd found a reasonable way to make concessions with their new friends. Because that is truly what she hoped they could all be. Lucky for her, Jaune appeared to have a knack for diplomacy.

'He really was going to be a wonderful leader.' Part of her wanted to tell him that. But the bigger part of her was ready to steer their conversation into a more intimate location. Doing her best to strike what she considered to be an attractive pose, the young woman allowed her eyes to droop as she beckoned, "are you…ready for bed?"

Jaune froze, his throat drying while his pulse began to race. It was amazing how someone could be so confident yet shy at the same time. Pyrrha was amazing. And also, all his. For tonight, at least. And maybe even forever?

Striding toward his wife, Jaune's excitement was the answer Pyrrha needed as he all but bounded towards her, eager for more of the naked excitement she'd teased earlier. But she surprised him before he could close the distance, her eyes becoming wide and amused as she held a hand up to stop him. The smile on her face was the only thing keeping him from thinking the worst.

"Pyrrhaaa!" he groaned, a bit more petulantly than he probably intended. But seeing his impatience only served to increase his wife's delight, who pressed a hand against her lips to stifle her giggle.

"Jaaaune," she teased back. But she hadn't stopped him to be cruel. Or, well, just to be cruel. Sliding her full lip between her teeth, something naughty infected her usually innocent green eyes as they took a second to admire his form from the bed.

"Hmm," she hummed, shifting her hand until a finger thumped curiously against her chin. "I was just thinking that you're wearing far too many clothes to be in this bed," she mused, cheeks dimpling beneath her smile. Her lips pinched, trying to fight her amusement, but it was a losing battle.

"Too many…" Jaune parroted until he realized what she was after. Especially since she was already completely exposed beneath those sheets. Suddenly, more of that nervous excitement surged in his chest, making his blood race and his stomach flutter. "When, ah, since when has that been a rule?"

"Why?" Pyrrha allowed her coy smile to blossom, showing off a flash of white teeth, "Don't you like it?" Feeling warmth beneath her cheeks, she allowed the blanket pressed against her collar to slip ever so slowly, stopping above her nipples and teasing the valley of her cleavage.

'Hmm, let's see,' Jaune considered, openly admiring the shapes of her breasts, 'do I like the idea of going to bed every night next to a beautiful and naked woman?' Talk about a tough decision.

Part of him considered pretending to think about the question, but the amount of blood flowing into his brain was dwindling. He managed an eager nod, struggling to meet her eyes.

"Then I think it's only fair you return the favor," Pyrrha delighted. "You've gotten your chance to look at your wife, after all. I think it's my turn to see my husband."

If this were an hour ago, Jaune already knew there was no way he would have been able to strip, no matter how much naked fun time was on the line. Compared to his wife, the discrepancy between their appearances was challenging to ignore—at least from his perspective.

That said, Pyrrha had already made her attraction to him quite clear. Clear enough to soak through a pair of sweatpants. And riding that wave of confidence, Jaune chose to believe that her feelings were honest, and she wasn't lying about wanting to see more of him.

He'd known her for a day, and yet he could see Pyrrha wasn't the type to trick him or feign interest when she didn't mean it. So he would trust her the same way that she'd trusted him.

Starting with his shirt, he reached for the loose top, lifting it over his arms with a tiny blush for his trouble. And his reward was utter fascination from his wife, who eyed the newly bared flesh with bolstering awe.

"Oh, my," she tittered, a delighted grin pulling at her face. Suddenly she was ducking beneath the blanket to watch him without exposing the embarrassed delight spreading across her cheeks. It gave her an adorably naughty disposition that was equal parts amusing and arousing.

Jaune didn't bother hiding his own reaction, wearing his red cheeks with pride as he did his best to keep from covering up. Going for the humor route, he went as far as to try a soft pose, offering a dramatically raised eyebrow as he brought his arms up in an obviously lackluster attempt at flexing.

Pyrrha still didn't laugh despite his invitation, admiring the minimal definition with more excitement. The only difference was that when her eyes traced the faint impression of abs along his midsection, they didn't stop at his waistband.

Jaune's sisters had always used to tell him that girls could be just as horny or perverted as guys, but he hadn't really believed them. Well, Pyrrha was making her need especially apparent as she waited to see the grand unveiling of Jaune Jr.

She must not have realized her blatant staring. When her attention finally broke from the outline against Jaune's thigh, she appeared startled when their gaze eventually met. The shoe was on the other foot as she blustered, offering an apologetic tilt of her thin brows.

But Jaune wasn't offended. Heck, it was kind of nice being the one who was ogled for once. And if she really wanted to peek at him as much as he had her, well, he was happy to oblige.

When Jaune reached for his sweatpants, he found it somehow easier than his shirt as he was swept up in the thrill of the night. A simple gesture pushed them over his hips, along with his boxers. Until the straining girth that he'd been juggling all night finally popped free to say hello. And despite her previous reservations, as soon as Pyrrha was allowed her first look at her husband's cock, she made no effort to hide her fascination.

In her defense, it was pretty nice, as far as penises went. It stood from Jaune's hips long. erect, and with a natural curve that pointed the exposed and swollen shape of his tip upwards at a slight angle.

Not to mention it was quite…big. Certainly bigger than Pyrrha's educational books had diagramed. And though she knew she would have loved it no matter its shape, she couldn't deny the thrill the new information about her husband caused.

Jaune was mostly happy to give her a moment to stare, tracing her eyes up and down his nude figure, lingering along his crotch most of all. Thankfully, the embarrassment that did exist didn't cause any shrinkage. He'd hate to give his wife any misconceptions. In fact, Jaune was thrilled to see the opposite occur.

Seeing her and being seen by her increased the thrill of their inexperienced exploration. Jaune felt a deep throbbing along his length, forcing the veins to swell and adding a fraction of an inch across his girth.

It didn't hurt that this was one part of his body Jaune had always been able to be confident in. No matter how many weights those other guys could lift, they'd never be able to make that part of them any bigger. And seeing that pride reflected back in Pyrrha's eyes was a treat like none other.

"Is this naked enough for you?" Jaune teased, shuffling from the cold.

Pyrrha's time for talking had come to an end. Instead, she nodded, making a point not to bother meeting his eyes so she could watch the thick pillar of warm flesh bob against the nest of curled blond hair at its base as he made his way over. All the while biting her lip in that damned adorable way that she did.

Seeing the pearly white of her teeth cut into the plump, pink shape, Jaune was determined to pick up exactly where they'd left off. With his tongue wrapped around hers and enjoying that mouth until his jaw was sore.

There was some awkwardness as he tried to settle in. For all of Beacon's luxuries, their beds were not made for two people. He and his partner were forced to squeeze together if they didn't want to push the other off the edge. A prospect that started as uncomfortable with his cock swinging around without much control.

However, as they grew more comfortable with the sensation of naked flesh against naked flesh, they eventually huddled close enough for their necks to crane together. Meeting in a soft but firmer press to convey the emotions they both felt at that moment.

Side by side, shoulder to shoulder, thigh by thigh, the two young adults found strength in each other, leaning into the other's frame more and more as the sweet and loving kisses became tainted by desire. And for the first time in her life, Pyrrha found herself submitting to someone else as Jaune's larger weight naturally found itself atop her while her back settled against the smooth cotton bedsheets.

It was a natural reaction to her arousal. Despite her inexperience, her body knew what to do in preparation, and she was helpless but to follow her instincts. Which is how she found her legs spread wide open, despite the color in her cheeks as she felt the warm air breathe beneath their blanket against her crease.

Jaune made his home between her hips, balancing to keep from crushing the girl beneath him. The smooth softness of her thighs brushed against his sides, drawing attention to that area of his body. And if he thought he was hard before, it was nothing compared to what happened as soon as he'd smothered himself in Pyrrha's natural scents—a sweet spiciness that now saturated his bed.

And it got worse from there. The sensation of her hand on his chest, the warmth of her body underneath his, and the fuzzy humidity against the underside of his cock all worked in tandem to see his end before he could ever begin.

It was a very real danger that many a groom faced on their wedding night. And one Jaune had been anxiously aware of even before Pyrrha first invited him beneath her covers. But he had come prepared, ensuring he wasn't the only one who got to enjoy their wedding night.

"Jaune!" Pyrrha whined. This time, she was the petulant one as his lips left her own. He agreed with her, already missing the sensation of her tongue in his mouth. But it did give him a chance to look at his wife, admiring the way her face flushed a bright red and her lips beautifully swollen from their activity. And although it should have been impossible, he could almost swear her green eyes were glowing in the darkness of their dorm.

Jaune blinked the illusion away. And when his eyes opened, the glittering emeralds were back to normal, albeit cast in the same silvery light as the rest of their bed, framing their passion on a stage of light in the otherwise pitch darkness.

"Jaune?" Pyrrha repeated, catching her breath. There was a notable nervousness in her tone. That didn't stop her from continuing, "are you…is it time?" Jaune had no trouble understanding what she was asking.

"Not yet," he answered with a grin, offering another slower kiss before pulling away. Pyrrha followed after him for a few moments, pouting when she could no longer reach her husband. But Jaune's smile remained, basking in her want for him with no small amount of joy.

Unfortunately, if he gave her what she craved, there was little doubt it would end in disappointment. Which is why he intended to cheat just a bit.

"Then, what are you…" she huffed impatiently, reaching for another kiss. But Jaune stopped her, pressing his grin into her jaw instead. He then moved to her neck, along her collar, and so on until her discontent turned to curiosity. Only for that curiosity to shift to approval. Verbal approval.

Jaune's good mood remained as he was allowed to taste the slightly salty flavor of his partner's skin, closing his lips around sensitive patches with reverent slowness. With that same patience, he continued his path down her body, pausing for a moment when he reached her breasts to kiss each of her puckered nipples and listen to the heated sigh that immediately followed his tender caress.

Surely, Pyrrha expected him to stop there and make his way back up to her mouth, where she was determined to return his passionate teasing. But Jaune wasn't finished with her yet. And continuing down, down, down; eventually, the shock of blonde hair that adorned Jaune's head disappeared beneath the blankets at her hips

The young woman's heart startled at the intimate sensation of hot breath crashing against her core. "Jaune!" she whispered, even though the words seemed to explode against her throat in the darkness. Unfortunately, the broad shape of his shoulders made it impossible to close her legs, despite knowing her sex was mere inches from her husband's face.

Pyrrha's features immediately warmed at the thought, embarrassment and shame surging. Her only solace was the dark shadows of night, a darkness that was even more profound beneath the dorm room's thick blankets. But of the five senses, sight was hardly the most problematic in Jaune's position.

"W-Wait," she insisted, patting the blanket over her lap for his head. But she had to be careful unless she pushed him into what she was trying to protect. "Please, you don't have to do that for me. Really!"

Jaune didn't listen, which would probably have been bad in any other situation. But he was confident that Pyrrha would forgive him afterward. Hopefully.

Pyrrha was just embarrassed…or shy. So it was up to Jaune to show her that he didn't merely like her body, but he loved it. Every single inch of her. That's what his mother had suggested, anyway,

It felt a little weird taking the unsolicited advice his mother so generously gave to a much younger Jaune Arc. Advice, such as what to do on his wedding night. Which would be the first time he so much as kissed a woman if she had her way. It wasn't an uncommon fantasy among parents, but one that had ironically come true in his instance.

Considering his circumstances, he could agree that the words of wisdom were going to come in handy. Pyrrha certainly seemed to agree as soon as his lips pressed against the inside of his wife's thigh. Suddenly, any and all complaints were cut off by the sound of a trembling gasp.

Her squirming also stopped, letting Jaune feel the tense muscle of her thigh against his lips as he pressed another kiss closer to her core. Pyrrha's reaction was a jolt of surprise, jerking the offended limb away. But with the caution of a small and curious animal, Jaune felt that same leg slowly return to its place as if in hesitant agreement.

Pyrrha slowly adjusted to the idea of her husband's mouth on her sex. And as much as she worried about offending him, despite his clear insistence on the gesture, she also couldn't deny the arousal that shot through her hips each time his mouth pressed close to her waiting sex. The tingles and soft impressions created an anticipation along her belly that tightened without real stimulation.

It was maddening by design so that by the time the edge of his lips teased the thin layer of curls against her pillowy outer lips, Pyrrha's entire body shook with the desire to experience what she'd initially feared. Only then, being the loving husband he was, did Jaune allow his lips to close over the swollen folds in a kind of kiss entirely separate from everything either of them had known.

Pyrrha's lower back arched enough that her tight bottom bounced off the bed. Likewise, Jaune found his nose nearly broken against the hard bone of her pelvis crashing against his poor face in demand for more.

Passive aura saved him from any damage, allowing the mood to progress with another slow kiss. And when Pyrrha's breath began to pant, and he felt her thighs twitching on each side of his head, he allowed the first tentative lick along her slit to taste the rich flavor of her core from the source.

It was…an interesting flavor. Tart and a little salty, he'd gotten small samples as he'd worked his way up her leg, so it wasn't a total shock. But there was a strength and musk that he hadn't been expecting.

She was fresh from the shower, which probably took away the worst of what she might have been afraid of. Her juices weren't wholly unpleasant, to be sure. But nothing Jaune would want to snack on for the taste. Fortunately, he wasn't doing this for his satisfaction. He was doing this for Pyrrha, his wife. And considering the sharp bark of a moan she'd exclaimed at the gesture, her pleasure was more than worth the effort.

It was all the motivation Jaune needed and more to go for a second lick—and then a third. He eventually allowed his lips to remain against Pyrrha's sex while his tongue did all kinds of things along her sensitive flesh. Testing and teasing to draw out more of her glorious voice.

And Pyrrha didn't disappoint. It was hard to tell if she was a natural screamer or if he was somehow that damn good. As his tongue flicked along the rim of her center, he was left wincing at the sharp whimpers and mewls that he could tell she was struggling to keep back.

As much as he knew she was embarrassed by her pleasure, she did nothing to stop his attention as he began to work his tongue deeper, past the tight muscle that shifted into the softness of her femininity.

There was an explosion of the flavor he'd already experienced, somehow thicker as he drank the proof of his success. Pyrrha was actively rocking her hips against his face by this point. Albeit far less abruptly than the first time, allowing him to follow her motions and continue his work, forcing pleasure on a young woman who'd never managed such startling electric shocks on her own.

That was another bonus that came with the wedded bliss of a considerate husband. And as the tightness in her belly quivered, her hands shot beneath the blanket to tangle themselves in the feathery blond locks of her partner. The greatest pleasure of all shook through her as she reached her peak in a flash of light and a scream that no earplugs or headset in the world could have blocked out.

Jaune could immediately tell what was happening. If the sudden gush of that tartness against his open mouth wasn't enough of a sign, the near-crushing strength of his wife's thighs around his head made it hard to think about anything else.

But that didn't stop her hips from continuing their desperate attempt at friction, once again jerking into his face in a way that made him grasp her hips to try and hold her still. But only so that his explorative licking could continue through the experience, as well as past the end of her first orgasm.

He wasn't so cruel as to maintain the pace that pushed her over the edge. As she came down, so did he. Until the pointed attacks and curls against her fluttering innards transitioned into leisurely licks along the sensitive lips to give more emphasis to the quivering aftershocks that tingled along her spine.

Pyrrha's awareness returned with a blissful groan in applause for his efforts. Floaty and tingly, she fully expected to feel him make his way back up her body and nurture the pleasant hum singing against her muscles.

But her husband made no such motions. In fact, Jaune was quite content to stay where he was as his tongue began a more focused assault now that he had a better understanding of his wife's preferences. The young redhead only realized Jaune's intentions after she was well on her way to a second experience.

The tips of her fingers and toes were still tingling when she felt the pulsing muscles along her abdomen responding to his affection. His slower pace hit in just the right way, allowing her to enjoy the soft sensation of his tongue without overloading her hypersensitive organs.

It did mean that she was forced to suffer every lick that drew across her center. Painfully aware of every bump and tastebud as they scrapped across the dewy lips swollen with her arousal. And if she'd been worried about her voice before, these new sounds became so much worse once she all but lost the strength to reign them in.

It was a lack of stamina that went beyond her realm of experience. To think that in tournaments filled with Remnant's best and strongest fighters, she could practically dance her way to finals with nary a shortness of breath. Yet, underneath her husband's talented lips, she'd been reduced to a panting, sweaty mess.

Her face flushed, and her body strained to hold itself together, which was easier said than done as the champion felt her muscles flex and stretch in response to the tingling delight that burned through her hips.

She could feel the sheets beneath her become heavy with her sweat. She could taste it with every sweep of her tongue across her lips. That ever-stifling heat that baked beneath her skin, crawling higher and higher until it eventually reached her brain.

It threatened to drown everything else away. A chemical reaction that was waiting to ignite. And this time, that trigger was delivered by Jaune via the small nub stubbornly throbbing out from beneath its hood at the apex of his meal.

And just like Pyrrha could feel all of these sensations in her body, so could Jaune. Not in so much detail, thankfully. But there seemed to be a strange connection between them. Growing stronger and stronger the closer they became.

What had started out as a gentle nudge in the right direction quickly rolled itself out as a road map, giving him intimate insight into what his wife wanted from him and what she needed to reach her satisfaction.

Part of him wanted to pull away with shock at the unexpected sixth sense. But then Pyrrha's voice called out to him, and he felt her crotch throbbing against his lips with every heady pulse of her racing heartbeat desperate to fuel the tight coil of pleasure he'd managed to work up not once, but twice.

It was that sense of pride that allowed him to throw the caution away. If his stupid Semblance wanted to help him make his wife happy, it was the least it owed him. Nothing could surprise him anymore. Better that he used the advantage as best as he could. And unfortunately for poor Pyrrha, that was exactly what he did, following the mental suggestions until the tip of his tongue found that special pleasure button and traced its swollen shape in tight circles.

That was the end of her, and the red-haired amazon found her second release for the night to be just as verbose as the first. She released a harsh bark of choked air that gave way to a longer, louder moan that resounded in the room's silence. And all the while, Jaune watched, content and fascinated by the glorious expression on his wife's face while she shook with the pleasure he'd gifted her.

It seemed to last longer than the first time, much to Pyrrha's torment. The pleasure was wonderful, but it was also taxing. A drawback Jaune hadn't taken into account in his quest to assuage his wife's needs before considering his own.

It made for dangerous reasoning. After all, he'd already gone for two orgasms. Might as well round up to three, right? Just to cover his bases and make sure that he was being as considerate as possible…

The lights stopped flashing behind her eyelids as sensation crept back into her awareness. Pyrrha only suffered a single gasp of shock at the feeling of his tongue continuing his torture before she was forced to draw the line.

Exhausted or not, she was still Pyrrha Nikos. And with little other option, Jaune quickly found one of the legs he'd thrown over his shoulders cocked back with the heel of her foot braced against his shoulder. That was all the warning he got before he found himself suddenly and painfully relocated to the floor.

It was his turn to stare up at the ceiling in a daze, his brain spinning for more than one reason. "Pyrrha…?" he eventually asked, picking himself up.

Lifting his head over the edge of his bed, Jaune found his partner as he'd left her. Panting, face up in the middle of their bed, and too tired to so much as reach for the blanket and cover herself.

Her legs were still spread around the space that used to belong to Jaune. The young man found himself gifted with a particularly intimate view of the silken folds he'd been tasting for the last half hour.

What questions he'd had were immediately derailed as he took a moment to admire his wife in her entirety. Of course, it was no surprise that this part of her was just as beautiful.

The area between her legs was a swollen red that managed to leak up into the thin hairs that crawled up her front. And there, resting between a slim pair of outer lips, the inner set were splayed open in their arousal. Puffy, red, and glistening in the small amount of light that allowed him to see so much of the girl he'd accidentally married.

He was frozen by the picture. A little too frozen, in fact. And the time he took in his admiration was enough for Pyrrha to finally recover a semblance of her energy.

Green eyes blinked away the sting of sweat clinging to the edge of her vision, only to spot the man she'd found herself in love with openly taking advantage of her momentary weakness. If her cheeks had any time too cool during her reprieve, the blood they had lost quickly shot back up as her quivering fingers jumped for cover.

Unfortunately, in her haste to get Jaune and his lips away from her crotch, she'd sent her only hope for modesty with him, well out of reach. And finding not a scrap of cloth to protect herself, the young woman was helpless but to moan pitifully, feebly struggling to so much as bring her legs together and hide the vulnerable space between.

"Don't look…" she whimpered without too much objection. Crawling back onto the bed, Jaune found it painfully easy to urge her knees back open. Baring herself, the cheeky grin on his face did nothing to soothe the young Huntress' embarrassment as she watched his attention dip back to her center.

"What happened to you being my wife?" Jaune teased, surprised to find his partner could be so adorable when she wanted. "I thought that meant I was allowed?"

"Not there!" she whined. And yet continued doing nothing to stop her husband, green eyes shyly peeking at the blond teenager through the gaps between her fingers. "Jaune, it's so embarrassing!" And even more quietly, Jaune could just make out the mumbled words, "I can't believe you actually…with your mouth."

And to answer, Jaune boldly pressed a kiss into the nest of deep red curls above the object of discussion.

His reward was another of her sharp gasps, and her hands flew away so she could openly stare at him in shock. The wide-eyed surprise on her face was more than enjoyable. For this next part, he wanted to make sure that he had her attention. And when he allowed his hand to crawl over her hip and slip between her parted thighs, he succeeded.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about," he spoke honestly, hoping to soothe any lingering worries. Letting their gazes intermingle, he watched the tenseness of Pyrrha's shoulders slowly fade while his fingers crept ever closer toward their goal. Jaune could practically see the blacks of Pyrrha's eyes dilate as her lips parted for a single quick breath, pushing her breasts skyward.

"But…" she tried to argue. But the effort was even weaker than her already passive attempts. And as Jaune started to massage the wet warmth gliding along his hand, that one breath turned into several, and he watched the long eyelashes flutter in approval.

"I mean it," he pressed. Jaune waited as her expression fell back into its mask of want before he allowed his eyes to turn back to the focus of his attention, where he admired the plump flesh bending beneath his manipulation.

Splitting her lips between two fingers, he regarded the secret pink color between. For all his efforts, Pyrrha managed a single note of unease.

"You're beautiful, Pyrrha. All of you. That's all I was trying to show you." He ventured another kiss, this one closer to the tight nub of frustration he could practically feel through their connection.

Thankfully, Pyrrha hadn't lost herself enough to be completely lost to the sentiment. And the emotional swelling of the moment, mixed with the continued pleasure of Jaune's ministrations, threatened to be more than she could take. For a number of reasons.

"Jaune…" she sighed again. But this time, there was warmth in her tone. Any lingering doubts were overwhelmed as she willingly surrendered, spreading her legs until the dewy lips parted beneath her husband's gaze. And when Jaune's eyes turned, there was no mistaking the shy smile that had blossomed beneath the warm flushed still so clear beneath her pale complexion.

"Please," her breath was hot against her lips as the word tumbled, "I'm ready for you, Jaune. Don't make me wait any longer." And as she laid there utterly bare before him, legs open and her expression full of tender love, he could see that she was.

And yet…still he hesitated.

The confident swagger he'd so quickly adopted in light of his Semblance's benefits evaporated at the provocation. It wasn't that he didn't want to. Brothers, no. Touching her, tasting her, hearing her, it had all done nothing but turn his cock from iron to steel. And that was the issue.

If he'd been worried about underperforming before, he was about a breath's caress away from spending himself before he ever made his way inside of her. And he wanted to impress Pyrrha a little bit more before she realized the truth about the man she'd married.

"Are you sure?" he asked, doing everything in his power to keep the calm, soothing smile on his face from fading. Although, if the hitch in her thin brow was any indication, he'd already failed at that too. Undaunted, he forced his fingers to continue what he'd been doing, hoping that it might be enough to distract her from the truth of the matter.

"What's the rush? Did I mention you taste beautiful, too? I'd be more than happy to take care of you a little bit longer." But what he'd thought would be an offer too tempting to pass up quickly came around to bite him in the ass.

"No!" Pyrrha gasped, all traces of her building arousal vanishing beneath the threat. "Oh no, please. T-That was wonderful, really. But I don't know if my heart can take any more tonight." The poor muscle had already kicked back into overdrive at the mere thought of it all.

"O-Oh," Jaune faltered, not expecting that reaction at all. Hmm, it looks like he'd need to be more careful in the future. Just because he could give his partner earth-shattering orgasms didn't mean that's what she wanted every time.

Quick as a whip, he recovered and redoubled his finger's efforts, allowing them to dip deeper into the young woman's soft opening. The slick muscle yielded instantly, only to flutter in welcome as they embraced the welcomed friction he provided.

"Well, there are still other things we could try," he hedged. And while he watched Pyrrha's chin tilt upward beneath his touch, the light catching her eyes seemed to shine with concern more than any type of lasting pleasure. And before he realized what she was doing, the spent huntress had picked herself off the mattress, sitting up to place a hand on his wrist and stop any further penetration.

"Jaune?" she approached with caution. "Is there…is there something wrong? Do you, perhaps not want to…?" The disappointment in her stare was worse than any embarrassment Jaune might have suffered. He realized the jig was up.

His suffering sigh did nothing to ease the worry from Pyrrha's expression. "Can I be honest with you?" he admitted.

The redhead's response was immediate and gentle. "Always." And just when he thought he couldn't feel any worse about the situation, the pure genuineness in her tone threatened to drive him clear through, removing any alternative but the truth.

"Look, I just want to make sure you…get your money's worth, so to speak. It's your wedding night too, and once we get started for real, I'm pretty sure it's not gonna last long enough for you to enjoy much of anything. I don't want you to be disappointed."

'With me,' went unsaid. And underneath even that, the words, 'with getting stuck with me,' rang in the recesses of Jaune's mind. The blonde couldn't help pitying the poor huntress who'd been forced to love a useless fuck up like him.

The emerald green of her eyes softened as if she heard everything regardless. Her hand reached out to take his, holding it between them with enough force to convey that she wasn't ever letting go.

"Oh, Jaune," she breathed, pulling herself closer until they were both kneeling, headless of their nudity and absorbed in the other person. Her other hand moved to cup his cheek, forcing his face to meet hers to see the gentle smile that replaced her worry. Without another word, her lips moved to press against his. They met in a soft, lingering kiss with the simple purpose of feeling each other.

"Jaune," she breathed, breaking their connection long enough for her to speak against his lips. "Everything you've done tonight has been wonderful. I mean that. Thank you. I've said it before, but I feel truly lucky to have a husband who's so worried about my feelings."

Jaune opened his eyes to see hers already open. A fraction of an inch away from his own, the all-consuming beauty of the green orbs dwarfed his vision until it was all he could see. Every freckle and line of color created a uniquely beautiful window into the soul of the woman who called herself his wife.

"However," her breath washed across his face, "I never needed any of that. It's not what tonight is about. This is going to be our first night together. The first night of many, I hope and pray. And I know the more time we spend together, the better we'll learn about each other. Including how to please each other.

"But tonight, all I care about is connecting with you as a wife should. I want to feel you inside of me—to feel my husband inside of me. And I promise that is enough to satisfy me more than any amount of pleasure you're worried about. So let me ask you one more time,"

Jaune was mesmerized by the beautiful young woman as he watched her pull away. Pyrrha moved with grace and purpose until she had returned to the prone position, legs open and inviting as she teased a nipple with the tip of one finger, tracing small circles around the tightening nub of flesh. A lidded gaze full of promise and yet no expectations stared back at him, all but begging him to join her.

"Will you join me in bed now, husband? Will you take me as your wife?" And this time, there was no more room in his heart for doubt. Only love.

It was almost funny, Jaune mused as he allowed his larger frame to drape itself on top of his partner. He'd been so intent on soothing her worries and making her comfortable. And yet she'd turned around and done the exact same thing for him.

His lips found Pyrrha's for another kiss. Not for pleasure or passion, but to feel her and as much of her as he could as he laid the rest of his body against her soft curves and inviting figure.

Her full breasts pressed into his chest, the stubborn knots of flesh at their peaks dragging across the smooth expanse of skin. Her legs, soft and strong, captured his hips, pulling him down until the full heat and weight of his erection burned against her stomach and encouraging the slight rolls of his hips as he prepared a rhythm. Her arms, always so eager to embrace him, slid from under his own until her palms cupped the broad expanse of his back, letting her feel every thundering breath that ached through his lungs.

That was how Jaune entered his wife for the first time. Surrounded by her. Smother by her. Accepted by her. With all the love, trust, and affection any man could dream of.

Their lingering kisses slowed as he reached between their bodies. Grasping himself at the base to aim his swollen red tip towards the nest of folds that awaited him. Pyrrha reciprocated as best as she could, uncaring for the compromising and exposed position as she opened her thighs wide, angling herself up to accept him into her body.

Working together, Jaune eventually found that special spot made of heat and wetness that beckoned him and demanded that he slide his hips forward and take what was so freely offered.

Jaune listened to his body, pushing aside any more advice that might have been instilled in his younger years to let nature take its course. From this moment on, his mother and sisters ceased to exist until there was only him and Pyrrha.

Pyrrha braced herself at the first hint of pressure and the stretching ache that immediately followed, feeling Jaune's tip press itself inside. Any remnants of her physical virginity had been torn long ago in training, but her depths were still untouched by all but the tiny shape of her fingers. And compared to what her husband had tucked in his pants, she knew it was going to take some effort for him to sheath himself fully inside of her.

Thankfully, a huntress was used to something as banal as pain. And as the ache spread deeper between her hips and the sensations turned sharp enough to clench her teeth, she bore it all with a smile. Too happy experiencing the man who was her husband to care.

Rather than let him worry about her pain, she chose to encourage him, locking her ankles around the small of his back and drawing him against her. And as he rocked against her core, she was free to appreciate the broad contours of his back, taking comfort in its shape as her hands painted comforting lines back and forth.

Drowned in Pyrrha's embrace, Jaune reached his limit as the whole of his girth disappeared into his partner's depths. Then and only then did he allow himself to relax, feeling his taut muscles turn to jelly and the great well of air he'd braced in his stomach flowing out until there was nothing left.

"Whoa," was all he could manage. His eyes opened for the first time, flinching at the grimace that had made its way onto Pyrrha's features.

"Pyrrha!" His own flashed with fear, and his hips reflexively flinched backward as if in regret. But Pyrrha hadn't released her hold of him, and her legs ensured that he didn't move an inch. She was far too satisfied with her victory to let it be spoiled so soon.

"I'm fine," she bit through gritted teeth, doing her best to offer a reassuring smile. But where she felt him inside of her, and Jaune seemed to have reached every nook and cranny, her husband carried the same burning stinging of a muscle stretched past what it wanted.

And it was so worth it.

"I mean it," she repeated when all Jaune offered was concerned silence. "It just appears that my husband is a little bigger than I was expecting." She gave a strained laugh. "Give me a minute, and I'll be ready to continue. I…this is already so wonderful, Jaune."

She was telling the truth. Because as much as there was pain, underneath it all, she could still feel him inside of her. She could feel his hardness spreading her open, feel his comforting warmth against her walls, and feel his heart beating through his length and directly into her core.

It was completely alien, unlike anything else she'd experienced, which made it all the sweeter that she was allowed to share it with the one man who she would share the rest of her life with.

The idea alone was enough to carry her through the worst of the pain. And what she found on the other side was just between the sensation of her muscles straining themselves at the peak of their limit and the accompanying pain of a particularly hard workout that followed. Neither of which were particularly pleasant, but it was enough progress that Pyrrha felt comfortable letting Jaune continue without crying in pain.

"Okay," she exhaled through her nostrils, "you can keep going." And although the crease in Jaune's brow remained, there was no denying that part of him jumped at the news, eager to take Pyrrha at her word.

It wasn't his fault. He was worried. But like Pyrrha had to look past her pain to feel him, he had to look past his pleasure to remember there was a reason Pyrrha had trusted him enough to accept him into her as she had. And with that trust came a responsibility that grounded him, no matter how much his hips ached to give in to the promise of release.

Temptation surrounded him. At least, all around where it mattered. Where he was hard, Pyrrha was soft. And he could feel that softness clenching around him, squeezing back against his length with the shy and tenuous curiosity of a woman experiencing her first sexual experience.

Meeting Pyrrha's reassuring gaze, Jaune threw himself into the sensations. Guilt soured the silken friction of her walls as he allowed the weight of his hips to pull back an inch. That small experiment was all he could manage before he thrust himself back in.

Pyrrha suffered the pain in silence, relieved that the experience wasn't nearly as bad as Jaune's initial entry. In fact, testing her internal muscles, she was delighted to find that the friction rewarded her perseverance with a spark of her previous pleasure. But deeper than his tongue had reached and spread throughout the whole of her womanhood.

That small taste was enough that, the next time she felt Jaune cock his hips in preparation, the following burst of sensation was better than the last.

The two teenagers began their rhythm as that theme continued. Jaune's tempo remained passive, easing Pyrrha into the experience as best as he could while also losing himself in the sensation of a woman's body.

Through those clumsy thrusts, Pyrrha continued to be delighted by the shocks and tingles that accompanied them, gasping all the while whenever such a treat interrupted the slowly fading pain that refused to completely subside. But that part of the experience was shrinking with every thrust.

After a handful of minutes of feeling Jaune hold himself back, Pyrrha surprised herself when her hips met his thrust with a roll of her round backside, meeting him halfway. The added strength born from their union shot up Pyrrha's spine like a bolt of lightning.

Truth be told, the huntress' pleasure wasn't entirely by accident. Just as he'd used his Semblance to pleasure her before, Jaune found himself falling back on the connection, using the shared sensation echoing in the back of his mind to guide his thrusts and to allow Pyrrha to avoid the worst of her pain.

It was mildly distracting, which still turned out to be something of a benefit. It wasn't as effective as Grandma Arc or baseball games, but anything to direct his attention from the warm, soft body beneath his could only help prolong the inevitable. And no matter what Pyrrha said, he found himself compelled to try his best to make this night as positive as possible.

Not out of any misguided lack of self-esteem or guilt this time. But because Jaune wanted that for Pyrrha. He wanted that happiness for his wife and to know that he was responsible.

Unfortunately, no amount of good intentions or distractions could detract from the sensitivity of a young man's first time. And whatever time his prayers had garnered quickly ticked away as he felt the swelling along the base of his cock reach its peak.

He felt his end coming upon him quickly enough to suck in a sharp breath, but not nearly fast enough to do anything about it. Trying to slow down, Pyrrha soiled any hope of holding himself back once he felt her heels dig into his ass and shove him forward, forcing the taut muscles of her pillowy walls to swallow him to his base and sending shock waves directly into his brain.

Which was her intention, naturally. Inexperienced as she was, Pyrrha could still see what was coming as her eyes opened to see the urgency in Jaune's expression. And rather than disappointment, she felt a wellspring of joy in her breast, knowing the pleasure she could see on his face was her doing.

A warm smile split her face, terribly calm compared to Jaune's clenched and sweating features. The pleasure he'd been able to provide hadn't been quite enough to work her towards another release, but it had been pleasant all the same.

Besides, she'd had her fun already. Jaune had been kind enough to see to that. And now it was her husband's turn.

"It's okay," Pyrrha soothed, forced to ask him to continue. Jaune was helpless to react to her words, speeding up his pace and strength as he thrust himself between her hips.

His eyes opened, desperate to look at her beautiful smile as he lost himself. However, his pleasure hitched for a moment as he recognized that strange glow from before had returned. Glimmering emerald light poured from the lidded and loving eyes staring back at him.

Confusion threatened the mounting pleasure as he tried to understand what was happening. But his body had other ideas, and the mental link connecting him to his wife sharpened to a physical degree, forcing him to buckle beneath the shared pleasure thrust upon him. Suddenly he found himself enraptured by the emerald light that grew brighter with every step toward his mounting release.

Pyrrha's grin grew as her hand cupped the side of his face, ready to deliver the final blow. "Let it out. Don't hold back. I want to feel it, all of it, inside me. Please, Jaune."

The teenage boy didn't stand a chance, finding himself thrown over the edge like they were back in initiation. And like initiation, Pyrrha was there to catch him, holding him safely as he felt his balls draw up and hugging close against his body. Jaune's awareness lingered just long enough to notice the green light flash a brilliant white before that was all he knew.

Although quieter than his wife, Jaune's orgasm was no less powerful as he felt pleasure only the true union between a man and a woman could provide. The shock of it tingled in the sack dangling between his legs right before a burst of cum exploded deep inside the huntress' body.

The first pulse smacked against the already abused wall of her sex with enough force that the young woman felt it pop inside her. The following slow and seeping warmth was made all the more comforting, seeded deep in the core of her belly. But Jaune wasn't finished with that. And he wouldn't be until it felt like he'd emptied the entire contents of himself into his partner, ending in five buckshot-like bursts of warm seed to paint her pink innards a pearly white.

The last of Jaune's strength gave, leaving the blond to gasp and pant on top of his wife. Pyrrha happily accepted his weight while her hands combed comfortingly through his hair, letting her savor the sensation of what remained of their union.

As his daunting thickness dwindled against her walls, so did any remaining pain. The lingering warmth inside of her helped soothe whatever other aches should have threatened their afterglow. And while she was sure that morning would bring everything back in full force, she was momentarily content to enjoy the squishy, gooeyness that her husband had left inside of her.

It felt...funny. And it probably should have been a little gross, but she couldn't find it in herself to mind too terribly.

After all, Jaune had certainly handled her…ahem, excess fluids gracefully. And now that the moment had simmered, the embarrassment Pyrrha had pushed to the back of her mind reasserted itself thinking of Jaune tasting her down there. However, if she asked herself if she would be willing to let him do that again, the memory of the orgasmic tingling sensation made a compelling argument.

In the end, she couldn't decide how she felt about what he'd done, stuck somewhere between curiosity and shame. These emotions multiplied once she considered possibly returning the favor at some point. It was only fair, after all. And if he was willing to go so far for her pleasure, shouldn't she share his generosity? Was that something she was interested in?

The idle thought warranted pause, if only in passing. It wasn't anything worth thinking too hard on, not now. But Pyrrha's current peace helped her broach the subject far less abashedly than she might have otherwise.

And to her surprise, she found herself…not entirely against the idea. Perhaps she wouldn't enjoy letting him finish in her mouth, but they could work up to that. After all, they had time. They had the rest of their lives, in fact. And tonight was only the beginning.

If Pyrrha's smile had been small and peaceful before, the newly stoked warmth in her heart was enough to split her face in half. Her cheeks dimpled and her eyes closed in quiet joy.

That was how Jaune found her when he opened his eyes a few moments later, shockingly slow to recover from the admittedly mind-blowing release. But as his eyes fluttered, and he registered the soft sensation of his lover's breasts cradling half his face, the blond huntsman found himself too comfortable to complain about the unexpected position. Nor was he in any hurry to move from it. Stealing a lungful of the sweaty, slightly musky scent created from their union, he turned to nuzzle the redhead's chest.

Forcing his arms to press between her back and the bed, Pyrrha couldn't stop the delighted giggle that drifted free, feeling the young man hug her closely against him.

"Jaune~," she cooed at him, using the tips of her trimmed nails to scratch lightly along his scalp. He leaned into her touch like a house cat, so affectionate that Pyrrha had no choice but to indulge him. "That was…so wonderful, Jaune." she sighed in contentment. Even as she felt another drop of him slide down the crease of her backside. "I mean it. Tonight was everything I could have hoped for."

Pyrrha's joy was impossible to ignore. However, post-nut clarity was a hell of a thing, and many a man had found himself regretting many of his decisions in the wake of clearing away the hormonal fog that beguiled them.

Jaune waited for that moment. Loins sated and his head clear, the young man counted each of his slowing heartbeats, waiting until the shoe finally fell and he recognized how large a mistake he'd made. Earlier that day, this night, and everything in between.

And yet, it didn't come. Basking in Pyrrha's warm body, Jaune couldn't bring himself to let go. He felt peace, contentment, and love. And if not his own, then surely his wife's. She'd rained it upon him so fervently this entire night that he was all but forced to recognize the purity.

He'd never felt this happy with anyone before. He'd never felt this connection with anyone before. And as he opened his eyes to peer over the nipple tickling his cheek, the warmth in his heart sparked to life. It was still small and still young, but with a foundation strong enough to grow and be fed for years to come.

'But it's not real,' the words called from the back of his mind. The very same words that had repeated themselves Ad-Infinium from the moment he'd understood what his Semblance had done to this girl. Yet somehow, the words sounded so much farther away once he'd basked in Pyrrha's pleasure—both emotional and physical.

Yes, it wasn't real. But it felt real. So real that Jaune could confidently say he wouldn't be able to tell the difference if he were to try and fall in love in the traditional sense.

Pyrrha loved him. Whether by Semblance or his imagination, it didn't matter. And he'd utterly lost any interest in trying to fight her love any longer.

"Noooo," Pyrrha whined when she felt her husband's arms release her, abandoning her to fall back onto a bed much colder than his firm grasp. But her complaints ended when she found their positions reversed so that it was her head on his chest as her knee curled up along his hip. She pressed a smile into his chest as soon as his hand found her head, running through the damp, tangled locks of red hair one lingering pass at a time.

"We…get to do that every night?" He dared to ask, hope painfully obvious in his hesitation. Being married was awesome! Pyrrha giggled, rubbing the crown of her head against his palm before it passed down her neck and back.

"Hmmm, well," she tittered, "I might be a little too sore tomorrow night, but I'd certainly be willing to try again after that. I'm sure I'll adjust eventually. It's just a matter of getting enough practice." Her eyes twinkled in mirth, staring up at Jaune, half expecting to see some excitement at her promise. If nothing else, she could certainly feel his enthusiasm draped along her thigh.

Instead, he surprised her. Meeting her gaze and sighing in relief. "Good," he breathed, "I hated hurting you like that." He was rewarded with a prolonged squeeze after a moment of Pyrrha's eyes staring up at him.

"I did enjoy it," she promised, "so I can only imagine how wonderful it will become with enough time." Thinking back on her earlier musings, Pyrrha's lips puckered in a chaste kiss against Jaune's tanned skin. "This is just the first night of the rest of our lives, Jaune. And we have more to look forward to. I can't tell you how happy I am to know I'll experience it all with you by my side."

That kind of talk should have been enough to scare Jaune. Talk of any kind of commitment usually did that to young men around his age. But keeping this feeling for the rest of his life? Yeah, he could handle that.

"Sounds like a lot to look forward to," Jaune mused. He even sounded genuine, if a bit surprised by that fact. But as he looked at Pyrrha and tried to imagine weeks, months, and maybe years ahead…he could have been a lot less lucky in who he'd gotten to help him.

Pyrrha stared right back, placing a hand over his chest to feel the calm heartbeat underneath. Her lips curled into a smile as she nodded against him.

"Like graduating together?" she offered dreamily, pursing her lips as they brushed an inch from Jaune's nipple.

He smiled at both the sensation and the image that came to mind, humming in agreement.

"Our first house together?" She laid another kiss higher than the first while her hands began tracing small circles against his ribs.

Jaune felt himself pause for a moment, but he eventually nodded his head. It felt a little fast to think about that, but they were already technically living together, weren't they? So buying and living in the same house wouldn't be too big a leap…

"Meeting each other's families…." Pyrrha continued, seemingly oblivious to Jaune's slowly increasing heartbeat, even as she felt the irregular thumping beneath her fingertips.

He couldn't answer this time, because he was too busy suddenly thinking of his mother's and sister's expressions once they realized he'd gotten married without telling them. Which was, of course, in addition to running away from home in the first place.

It was almost enough to make him forget he also had in-laws to worry about now. In-laws that might not be as happy as their brainwashed daughter once they found out said daughter had married a total stranger without any hesitation.

Feeling a cold sweat break across his shoulders and stomach, Jaune barely noticed the sensation of Pyrrha's next kiss against the pulse point of his neck as she made her way up his body, smiling all the while. But as her lips approached his ear, nothing could have blocked out the sound of her following words, hushed in unbridled joy.

"Oh, and I can't wait to see our baby for the first time!" And if Jaune had managed to accept his role as a husband with grace and dignity, he took the news of his role as a father about as well as most men do.

Which is to say, not very well.

Color vanished from his features, drawing so much blood outwards that his tanned complexion turned grey in the moonlight streaming from their window. In a flash, his eyes jumped from their space on the ceiling to his wife's smiling face. Dare he say, her glowing face?

Jaune's gaze lingered for about two heartbeats before his attention shot down to her stomach. Not that there was anything to see. Unfortunately, he didn't need to look at the smooth plane of pale flesh to remember how much of himself he'd spent inside her minutes ago. And if he was anything like his dad…

Jaune's eyes bounced a third time, except now he stared at his window, very seriously considering its efficacy as an escape path. It wasn't too late. He could still apply to Shade. No one would think to look for him at Vacuo. No one willingly went to Vacuo if they could help it!

Thankfully, somewhere in the middle of planning his bulkhead schedule and imagining all the different ways he could sneak out of his room by the end of the night, the sound of muffled laughter pulled him back into reality. Glancing down, he found Pyrrha's joyful features tainted by visible amusement.

Her eyes met his, and the cracks in her mask dissolved completely as her smile spread to reveal the pearly teeth beneath. The laughter she'd been holding back came rolling after as her shoulders visibly shook with delight at his expense.

Ah. It would appear his wife was also funny. He had a funny wife. A funny wife who told funny jokes. Wonderful.

"You're the worst," Jaune finally answered. Falling back into the bed, his breath eventually came back as he pulled his heart out of his stomach. And if Pyrrha felt any remorse for her "joke," the ensuing storm of giggles was a hilarious way of showing it.

"I'm sorry," she apologized. Although, she didn't look very sorry. A quick peppering of kisses along Jaune's jawline was as much of a gesture as she could manage. "I didn't think you would take it so seriously." Jaune's answer was a scoff, pinning his bubbly wife beneath an incredulous stare.

"Kind of a serious thing to joke about, Pyr. And I would recommend not doing it again if you really want us to grow any older together than thirty." As if to prove his point, he placed his hand over Pyrrha's and held it against the thumping organ.

"I know, I know. I just thought…" Pyrrha stopped there, and much of her mirth drained away. In its place, a considering depth entered her gaze, studying Jaune ever so slightly. "I mean, you know huntresses have implants for birth control, don't you? It should have been taught sometime around your second year. At least, that's how Mistral works."

And suddenly, Jaune found his relief cut short.

"Right, yeah. Of course." Jaune swallowed against the back of his throat, so much drier than it had been seconds ago. "Vale's totally the same. Um, I think-. I must have…slept through that lesson." He did his best to laugh the tense atmosphere away.

Unfortunately, Pyrrha didn't join him. And when he dared to glance in her direction, he found her confusion slowly bleeding away. Only to be replaced by concern.

"Just like you must have slept through the lesson on aura?" she dared, eyes solemn.

Jaune's brain raced to come up with any other excuse. But as his mouth opened, no sound came out, all but confirming the redhead's fears. "You seem to forget a lot of…rather important knowledge when it comes to being a huntsman, Jaune." And those words, mixed with her expression, told Jaune that she'd already figured out more than he'd ever feared.

'She knows…'

"Haha, yep! You got me. I guess now is a good time as any to let you know your husband is a bit of a narcoleptic. In fact, I'm feeling very sleepy suddenly. How about we pick this back up in the morning? Or never? Never also works! Great, glad we could agree. Good night!"

Yep, that would be the easy thing to say. He certainly could keep making excuses, play dumb, and push this conversation off until Pyrrha hopefully forgot about it. Unfortunately for him, his partner was smart. Certainly too smart to fall for any of his bullshit. Which really only left the awkward silence he'd let stretch between them. Minutes where she patiently waited for a response.

"Jaune?" Pyrrha's voice finally prompted. But he didn't move a muscle, unable to answer. "Jaune, talk to me, please?" Jaune begrudgingly turned his gaze from the darkness in the room back to his partner, where worry and fear had stolen away every scrap of the previous comfort and joy that had existed between them.

Or…maybe…he could tell her the truth? Jaune wasn't sure where the idea came from. It sounded like something from an utter madman. And yet, waiting for the rush of terror that should have followed, it never came. And as the pair continued staring into each other's eyes, it wasn't so impossible to understand why.

He wanted to tell her. A part of him, at the very least. For all his fears of rejection, anger, and punishment, something told him he could expect none of that from the woman who called herself his wife. Enough that, when he considered trusting her, it didn't feel like such a crazy idea at all.

So…he told her. Starting from when he ran away from home to how he'd purchased forged transcripts from Vale's more notorious ne'er do wells, Jaune concluded with how he'd snuck into Beacon utterly untrained and unprepared for anything that was expected of him. And through it all, Jaune told his story calmly and thoroughly so that she could understand everything he'd gone through to see his dream come true.

And the longer he went, the more fearful he became once he realized that her anger wasn't the only thing to fear. If anything, there was every chance in the world that she might expose him out of love. If the situation were reversed, he'd hate to think about Pyrrha putting herself in danger. And what he felt could only be a fraction of the young woman's love.

Thankfully, Pyrrha wasn't him. Through it all, she didn't say a word to stop or judge him. Nor did she demand that he turn himself in before he could get himself killed. Instead, she watched him with the same patient expression that she'd started with, waiting for the whole story before offering her opinion.

And in the end, he was right. Pyrrha was afraid for him. But rather than turn him in, she made a different decision. One that left the young man staring at the naked young woman in disbelief.

"You're going to start training with me," she told him. She wasn't asking, and it wasn't a suggestion. Hearing his explanation, she'd already decided how they would continue forward, somehow using the same tone that he'd often heard his mother use on his father when she'd decided something for him. "Starting tomorrow, you and I will take some time every morning so that I can get you caught up with the rest of our team."

She was so resolute in her decision that Jaune struggled to get over his shock. As if part of him was still expecting some kind of backlash. And when that passed, he was left to consider what his wife was thinking.

Not that he seriously thought he had a choice. Pyrrha's tone made it clear that this wasn't a matter up for debate. And yet, for the smallest of instances, a part of him still found himself somewhat insulted. Like somehow, Pyrrha's help would be cheating, and he needed to do this himself to prove he had what it took. As if he wasn't already at a massive disadvantage to other students.

One look at his wife's glare was all it took to smash that line of thinking into the mud. No matter his personal feelings, he couldn't deny her. Not when he could so clearly see the fear in her eyes. The fear of losing him. Because that's how much she loved him.

It put a different spin on his situation that he hadn't realized until that point. It was his first time feeling responsible for another person's emotions in that way, if only because his stupidity didn't affect just himself anymore.

If he got hurt or died trying to be some stupid hero, Pyrrha would be the one left grieving. And it killed him to imagine this beautiful and happy girl broken due to his actions. Whether he liked it or not, part of being married was recognizing that your life was no longer solely yours. And all of a sudden, he looked at all of his recent choices in a new light.

"Do…" he paused, feeling how much this would kill him. But thoughts of his wife compelled him to continue all the same. Squeezing Pyrrha's fingers over his chest, he forced himself to say the words, "don't you want me to turn myself in?" The question burned across the surface of his skin, itchy and anxious.

He wanted to regret the question as soon as he asked. What would he do if she said yes? Would he actually agree? Would he let this kind, beautiful, but strange girl ruin his dreams?

He…didn't know. And it was that unease that terrified him more than anything else. His parents had told him he couldn't be a huntsman. His sisters had told him he couldn't be a huntsman. He'd even told himself that he likely wouldn't be able to be a huntsman at his lowest points of doubt. But he'd never listened—not to them and not to himself. He'd turned his back on his family and well-being to make his dream come true. And yet, for this one girl, he found that adamant determination waning. Enough to make him consider a different path. Not for his own piece of mind, but hers.

When her serious stare widened with surprise, he continued, "you need to come first now. If I'm being honest with you, I'm still a little nervous about being married at seventeen. But, the only thing worse would be making you a widow at seventeen."

His explanation did nothing to lessen her expression. However, Pyrrha's shock smoothly transitioned back into a smile just as radiant. At the very least, it managed to take the sting from his offer.

Jaune liked her smile. He wanted to see more of it for as long as he could. Even if that meant his future looked slightly different from what he'd imagined.

Taking responsibility for his Semblance wasn't limited to seeing to Pyrrha's sexual needs. This was just as important, and he meant every word. If she asked it of him, he would walk away.

Thankfully, turning her hand to intertwine her fingers with his, Pyrrha shook her head before pulling his hand to her lips to give the back a kiss.

"I would never ask you to give up your dream, Jaune," she promised him. "People who care about you will always be worried, no matter how strong you get. But a wife supports her husband's dream. Just like I know you'll support mine one day."

Oh, thank The Brothers! His relief must have been palpable, considering the amused smile she shot him. He'd been willing to do it, seriously. However, that didn't mean he wasn't happy she wasn't going to make him. He answered her kiss with his own, running the tip of his nose along the crown of her fiery red locks.

"Until then," Pyrrha continued, causing Jaune to pause after hearing a startling amount of steel in her tone. And when he pulled back, he found an expression to match, staring at him with a confidence that refused to be shaken. "I'll protect you. I'll be strong enough for both of us. And then, when you're ready, we'll protect each other."

Jaune was immediately touched by her words, seeing the proof in her eyes that she honestly believed that he could one day stand by her side as her equal. He couldn't do anything but stare at her for the longest moment, his eyes stretching at the unexpected faith from his partner. That small bubble of…something in his chest that had forced him to make the offer swelled unexpectedly.

"What is your dream?" he asked, determined to provide for her the same conviction she had offered him. Without turning her head, Pyrrha answered with a dreamy smile that he could still feel against the back of his hand.

"To have a family." There was a sigh in her tone. Wistful and full of a want so deep that Jaune could practically feel the longing on her breath. Nevertheless, he still felt a slight shock of fear at her words.

"Someday," she quickly corrected, rolling her eyes at the dramatic shift. "Not right now, Honey." And just as quickly as it came, the muscle beneath her ear eased back into the comfortable firmness from before, earning a somewhat exacerbated chuckle.

Men…

"Oh," Jaune breathed, "someday." And that little caveat served to soothe his anxiety more than he'd expected. Because, kids right now? Yeah, no. He was nowhere near ready to be a father to anyone. But, someday…?

"Mhmm," Pyrrha nodded. "I think I'd like to continue as a huntress for at least a few years before retiring. But yes. Eventually, I'd love nothing more than to put fighting behind me so I can start a family. A big family in a big house where we can all love each other. Where our children can be happy and loved and where they're free to be anyone they want to be without pressure."

Jaune listened, surprised to find his heart remained at a slow pace throughout. For some reason, the way she was explaining it, the idea wasn't so bad.

He could picture it. A house not unlike his growing up, where seven blond and red-haired children could be seen smiling and laughing with a beautiful older Pyrrha watching on in pride. And, hopefully, an older Jaune. One that would be ready for the responsibility and who would be worth looking up to in the light that he'd seen his own father.

"Then that's what I'll give you," Jaune promised. The confidence in his tone took Pyrrha by surprise. She'd expected him to skirt the issue until much, much later in their lives. However, she'd promised to support his dream when it scared her. He'd just have to trust himself to do the same when it was his turn. "I'll do everything I can to make that dream come true. Together."

Her surprise didn't last very long. And in its place was a need to kiss the man in her arms too strong to resist. Jaune met her affection with his own, smiling at the happiness such simple words had inspired.

"I love you so much, Jaune," Pyrrha breathed against his lips, letting their foreheads press together. Their embrace ended far too quickly for either party. And yet, setting back onto his shoulder, Pyrrha could no longer deny the weight on her eyelids struggling to fall against her cheeks.

Watching her begin to slip away, Jaune was content to remain silent. Admiring the beautiful woman falling asleep on top of him, the young man held her against him with an odd urge to protect her. And after she finally fell under, her breath evened out and the grip of her fingers relaxed around his.

Once Pyrrha was gone, it didn't take the blond long to recognize his own exhaustion. Jaune willfully allowed himself to follow after his wife, putting a perfect end to what had become a perfect day.

XxX

After everything that had happened, it was easy to expect Jaune to sleep like a log, groaning and groggy when he finally pulled himself into the land of the living. The truth couldn't be more different as he found his consciousness rising to a room still bathed in shadows. He could only hear the soft sound of Pyrrha's snores rumbling into his neck as she clutched at him like an oversized stuffed animal. Turning his head, a groan rolled free after seeing that there was still a good three hours before it was time to get up and fulfill his promise to Ren and Nora.

Not that he minded. After the night he'd had, the pair were welcome to all the pancakes, waffles, and crepes they could eat. Along with whatever else they were craving. They'd more than earned it. Best teammates a guy could ask for. Or, well, second best. And inching towards the edge of the mattress, Jaune turned towards what had woken him up in the first place.

Another snore growled in his ear, louder than before and followed by sleepy mutterings. It took a conscious effort not to extract himself from under the soft young woman. Not that he didn't enjoy waking up in her arms. Cuddling after sex was almost as enjoyable as the sex itself, However, left too long, the heat between them had grown a little too toasty for his taste.

Thirst clawed at his throat, and he could feel new sweat along his body mingling with the old. But given a choice to escape toward the empty bed or remain where he was, there was no competition. Instead, he decided he'd enjoy the moment of peace for what it was and admire the unexpected beauty of his wife after a night's rest.

Despite knowing better, Jaune snickered at the picture of his Pyrrha lying on top of him. Her red hair had become mussed into a cloud of scarlet, with a small puddle of drool soaking into his skin.

'Aw, there's my wife,' Jaune grinned, somehow endeared by the less-than-perfect picture he was allowed to see. 'My pretty, pretty wife.' A moment of consideration passed before he deflated, nose wrinkling.

Yep, that still definitely felt weird to say. However, not nearly as strange as it probably should have sounded. And something told him that he'd grow more used to the idea with time.

Smiling despite himself, Jaune took that moment to consider everything that had happened over the last twenty-four hours. The most uneventful of which included his newfound status as a huntsman.

Who could have guessed getting into Beacon could ever be the least exciting part of his day? He'd spent so long struggling to get to this point. Yet, as soon as it was in his hand, he'd hardly given it a passing thought, consumed by the emotions and turmoil that Pyrrha had introduced as soon as she slipped that damn ring on her finger.

Of course, he said "damned," but he couldn't find it in himself to mean it. Maybe his own brain was being affected by his Semblance, or maybe he was just that lonely back home. Either way, there was no denying that the red-haired amazon had wormed her way into his heart.

For better or for worse, in sickness or in health, for richer or poorer, this beautiful creature was all his. And although he didn't deserve her or her love, he'd cherish both as much as he could and see the consequences of his actions to the very end. Now, if only the idea would stop making him feel so damn warm inside…

Smiling at his helplessness, Jaune surrendered to the emotion and reached out to let the tip of his finger run along the pale expanse of Pyrrha's forehead. The young woman failed to stir, allowing him to tuck an errant strand of hair behind her ear. With her face clear, Jaune stared at her naked features to his heart's content.

He could have spent the rest of the night like that if not for the glint of something metal in the darkness. A sudden flash drew his attention toward the hand still cupped against her pillowy cheek. Only then he noticed the unfamiliar weight around his left ring finger.

Rather than shock, a numbness spread through him as he brought his hand closer to his face. Seeing a thick gold band wrapped around the digit, he wasn't surprised in the least. Nor did he feel particularly unsettled as soon as he recognized the pebble-sized emerald set in its center. Too familiar not to compare to Pyrrha's eyes.

Jaune said nothing as he let his hand fall back against his wife's shoulders, steeling himself with a slow breath to shake away the lingering unease.

It seemed like his Semblance hadn't run out of surprises quite yet.

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A/N: Whoo! Long chapters are fun, but they can be a bitch to edit. Would any of you believe that this was originally written to be part of chapter one? But 24k words ended up being a little more than I could chew. I like it better this way anyway, and hopefully you all did too.

For anyone wondering, this is going to be roughly the tone of this story. The mind control aspect is a little dubious, but Pyrrha is obviously happy with the outcome, as will each of the other women when they fall under Jaune's control. As for Jaune himself, he's come to see his new ability as something to take responsibility for, rather than exploit. Uncle Ben would be so proud!

Finally, I see that a lot of you have tried guessing the line up for the rest of the rings, and some of you have gotten pretty close! I don't want to ruin the surprise, so I'll just confirm this. Only one of team RWBY will be offered a ring. You are free to guess which.