A/N: More at the end but I have a discord server now, you can join at discord.g g/FjyeEFugrk
Before Jaune could react, it was already too late. The killer, the hunter, was already at his back, ready and willing to strike. If they had been wielding a knife or sword, Jaune would've been surely dead.
Except that the only thing this intruder did was cover his mouth with one hand, raising the other to their lips with a smile that held more intent than most classic books. And it wasn't intent that would be lost on the reader either, it was the sort of intent that even as a fifth grader you'd be able to pick up on quickly, and then wonder how the fuck the main character missed this obvious hint.
Jaune did not miss the obvious hint from Velvet back in the back room, and he wasn't missing the hint now, especially from the way she licked her lips. It hadn't even been more than 10 minutes, and the bunny faunus was somehow still up for more. He had literally emptied his balls into her mouth, womb, and then on her hands, and she wasn't satisfied by just that. Somehow she still yearned for more of Jaune's cum, to have it imbued into her scent and body. One might call this abnormally horny, and they'd be fucking right.
Velvet was still wearing her cop costume, though the top was far tighter on her than Jaune remembered. It was almost bursting at the seams, and her cleavage seemed even deeper. It was a perfect fit for the bunny faunus before, but now it was an even more perfect fit. Well, as long as there's no accounting for decency (which is overrated).
Velvet's eyes flicked to Miltia, still sleeping, as if asking a question. This question, spoken without a mouth and listened to without ears, was answered by Jaune's wide eyes and crotch poking into Velvet.
She had to hold back a giggle as she rubbed her body up against the tent that had been erected within a few seconds (something any soldier would envy), raising the tent and Jaune's libido even higher. The truly remarkable part here was that somehow Jaune still had cum to give. Cum to plaster or blast inside the horny bunny. Which was probably in no small part due to the fact that they were certainly about to fuck in front of his sleeping fiancé. Literally, considering that her softly sleeping face was currently facing them. She could open her eyes at any moment, realize that the man that she'd placed so much trust in was about to use a hired hole, some horny faunus that didn't even really love him (or that's what she'd convince herself of). And she'd break into tears, or maybe a rage that their love had been fake, nothing more than a badly run farce of a fifth grade play (with an +18 rating). There would certainly be some amount of blood and tears, although whether they'd be from herself or from Jaune would be hard to say beforehand.
And it only made Jaune even harder, his dick pressing into Velvet's virgin crotch. Something that she was only too happy to notice and react to. Any time he so much as looked or glanced away from Miltia, he found Velvet's hands pulling his face back to stare at her sleeping form. So peaceful. She was usually a heavy sleeper- though apparently the police siren was somewhat of an exception. The more Jaune thought about it, the more he realized how possible what Velvet was implying could be, and the more he felt his mouth water. He was still hungry, for pleasure, for control, for whatever it was exactly that he felt when he betrayed Miltia's love and trust.
He gripped Velvet's chest, squeezing with all the hunger of a man who hadn't had sex in the last 10 years, feeling up a chest that was far more full than he remembered. He knew Velvet was much larger than she let on- he'd literally just groped her 10 minutes ago- but he didn't remember her being this stacked. He couldn't even get his hands all the way around her chest, meaning that he had plenty of flesh to sink his fingers into and massage. He certainly wasn't going to complain about what felt like a somehow impossible upgrade. Jaune had also thought Velvet was taller than she was, because he remembered being able to easily kiss her neck. But now he had to crane down just to get to the level of her head. It had to have been the heat of the moment. Something that he was definitely feeling now as Velvet massaged his dick through his pants, staining them dark with precum (he had completely forgotten to put on his costume which was nowhere near as thick as the slacks he currently had on).
Velvet's eyes were even more captivating than they had been before, downstairs. They were usually a deep brown, the same color as her ears, but they seemed even deeper somehow, richer. Like he could melt inside them. And he found himself doing exactly that, staring into her eyes, enjoying the heat of her body and her touch against him- even through his clothes.
Her scent was also slightly different than Jaune remembered. Sweat had, of course, been a large portion of the smell that Jaune had enjoyed from Velvet a few minutes before, but now all he could smell was something minty. Had she just recently… put more perfume on? That was an odd thing to do, but maybe it made sense. There were regular faunus customers, so maybe it was a way to hide that she had done the deed. Maybe it would be for the best if he did that as well.
Whatever the case, his thoughts drifted off after her hands snaked down his pants and past his underwear, taking hold of his poor trapped shaft and massaging it to release the pain. Or the cum, could be either really. But the entire time Velvet kept his gaze, biting her lip and shuddering every time Jaune's dick throbbed. Even from the way she was pushing against Jaune, he could feel how much need there was. The raw desire in her body and actions was almost too much for him.
He snapped out of Velvet's eyes to Miltia, causing his dick to throb. He wanted to be fucking, doing something to Velvet and doing it now. It would serve her right for trying to come onto him in his own room. His and Miltia's room, Jaune reminded himself, making the insult even graver. And therefore the punishment even greater.
He tore open the front of the sexy cop costume, revealing Velvet's boobs in all their glory. They really were quite a bit larger than he remembered, and now with full access to them his fingers dived in hungrily, digging, pulling. As if his digits had minds of their own with how they groped her incredibly generous chest for her size, not wanting to be away from them for a moment. Playing with her large, pert nipples, perfect for teasing and rolling between thumb and forefinger.
All while in front of Miltia. Before, with just heavy petting, they might've been able to deny anything going on. They could've claimed some ridiculous excuse, and Miltia would've been forced to either accept it or face the fact that Jaune didn't really love her as much as she thought, or at least love only her. If she woke up even the slightest, she'd come face to ass with Velvet's prodigious butt, and Jaune indulging in the woman with more than reckless abandon, even fervor.
A hand reluctantly released from Velvet's chest but soon found itself on said magnanimous ass, gripping it. A surprised hand, at that. Jaune had, on occasion, admired Velvet's booty, and had squeezed it not more than 20 minutes ago, but it felt even more full than before. Like instead of a nice croissant, it was a hot baguette. Bigger, larger, more filling, and warm as you bit into it.
That only made his fingers more enthusiastic as they gripped and groped. Even an experimental slap, which if from the way that Velvet shivered, bit her lip, and squeezed his dick, she was a fan of. The sound was also just at the range where it made Jaune tense that it might wake Miltia, but after waiting a moment post-smack, there was nothing but the wrinkling of the dark haired girl's nose to indicate she'd even heard anything at all.
So Jaune did it again, sending shivers all throughout Velvet's body. Her eyes encouraged him onward, slapping her again and again, and although he couldn't see it, he knew that there'd be red handprints there, printed onto her ass and signifying exactly who owned her.
"That's for the carrot cake." Jaune whispered seductively.
Velvet looked briefly confused before smirking coquettishly. In such a way that invited him to smack her ass again, just because she wasn't taking it seriously enough.
The smack that resounded through the room only made her smirk deeper, her body trembling every time he touched her. He hadn't realized just how into being punished Velvet really was… but he was kinda into it, too. He gripped her ass, which felt notably hotter than before, and pulled her closer.
Her body felt so pleasant against his, so right. Right in a way that it hadn't felt like before, like this was what was supposed to be, his body pressed against hers. Only that there were a few things in the way of that.
He ripped off the rest of her costume, and she did the same with his work uniform. They were all over each other even before the last pair of underwear even hit the floor, suckling, grabbing, kissing. He had to put her on top of the footboard to even get at remotely the right position for his dick- she was too short to fuck standing up unless Jaune lost several inches. But that wasn't something Jaune was thinking about at that moment. The only thing Jaune was thinking about at that moment was how sexy and inviting Velvet was. How full and lush her body was, overflowing with curves in such a small package.
And not at all like the woman resting in the bed. Miltia was hot, but she had practically no 'meat' on her body. Her face was feminine and pretty, but the rest of her body was not. Jaune loved who she was- flaws and all. But he couldn't say the same for her body. In stark contrast Velvet was perfect. Even just looking at her made his dick hard.
And then she decided to spread her legs, and then her pussy with her index and middle finger forming a V. Her insides were wet and dripping, waiting to gobble up his dick and milk his balls dry. Jaune salivated as he lined his dick up with Velvet's hole, his head close enough to hers that he could feel her breath on his skin- hear her staccato breathing. She wanted this as much as he did.
But as he slid into Velvet's tight folds- even tighter than he remembered- he had his eyes on Miltia the whole time. He felt the head of his dick slide into the velvety material- providing nothing but pleasurable resistance as he slid up and into her. He wasn't sure how Velvet was able to take a nine inch dick so easily, since it had to reach up to her stomach, but he wasn't about to ask. Especially with how she gripped around his dick.
Except that he didn't reach all the way inside her, his dick stopping only three quarters through. He hit something hard, and then felt Velvet's body convulsed around him, but it didn't really make sense. He hadn't fucked Velvet in this position before, but he was almost certain that he'd reached further inside her than this. Not that he minded where his dick was, surrounded in a vice of flesh and pleasure.
But when he turned to face Velvet, he found her trembling hands on his face, forcing him to look away from her and back towards Miltia. Something that did nothing to stop him as he fucked into her. Looking at the sleeping face of someone that he'd been in a relationship with for years at this point. Fucking Velvet was good, but what he really wanted to do was fuck the absolute shit out of Miltia's body. Face fuck her into oblivion, pound her pussy until she started screaming his name.
Except that never had the chance to happen. Any time that he tried to escalate, he was never allowed to, Miltia shying away from anything more interesting than having the lights on. The gap between herself in public and under the sheets had been cute, even endearing at first. But as time wore on, so did their relationship. It was only now that he realized at least part of the reason he had accepted the bunny faunus' offer.
Jaune grabbed Velvet's hips without looking and slammed into her. The resistance blocking his dick was still there as annoying as ever, denying him the pleasure of fully hilting inside the bunny faunus, but he didn't care. He pounded against Velvet's cervix without care, but also without knowing. Feeling all the twitches from inside her body and outside. The way that she gripped his face, held his cheek tight with every pound. The fact that she wasn't screaming his name right at that moment was an accomplishment- especially considering that she'd been doing much the same not a few minutes before.
He was going to fill her pussy with loads of his cum yet again, making absolutely sure she was pregnant. Overflowing with his seed in a way that Miltia never had been- because for some godforsaken reason, they were still doing it with a condom. For safety, apparently.
Jaune's dick grew only harder with hatred at being denied fucking and filling his girlfriend raw, taking it out on Velvet. His thrusts and pounds grew rougher even still, before the entire room was filled with nothing but the plapping of Jaune on Velvet, the scent of their sex filling the room. He swore that he could hear some sort of choking sound from Velvet, but he couldn't tear his eyes from Miltia. Examining her face down to every perfect eyelash, every strewn hair across her pale face. Hair that was continually moved every time he thrust, their movements echoing through the footboard and rocking the entire bed. It was a miracle that Miltia wasn't already awake.
And if she did find herself awake, Jaune wanted to know very much what she would do to finding Jaune fucking Velvet on the bed they slept in, while she was still in it. Would she cry? Kill him or Velvet? Or would she simply watch, entranced, and get off to it?
No matter what, Jaune wanted to see tears streaming down her face- the only good part of her. To get revenge for the annoying nights where he'd had to rub one out in the bathroom because she was already finished. He didn't even know it was possible for a woman to be sexually finished before a man, but his fiancé was proof by existence.
Jaune could feel his balls clenching. He was getting close. He was about to blow his load directly into Velvet's womb, right next to Miltia. Something that, at this point, Miltia would never experience. She'd never know what it was like to have her womb painted white with Jaune's seed, to be impregnated with his child. To have her belly swell. And that was the way that she was going to get revenge. That was how Neo was going to get revenge on the girl that had called her a midget of a murder hobo.
Jaune embraced 'Velvet' in a kiss, his eyes closed as he fucked the shit out of her, her back pressed against the footboard as he pumped in and out of her. There was nothing to experience for Jaune, except Velvet's warm folds, his dick growing larger, and her soft, warm, ice cream flavored lips. He pushed through her cervix with the final thrust, breaking straight through into her womb, his dick lodged inside.
Her lips absorbed Jaune's groan as he pushed one final thrust inside of 'Velvet' and blew his load, his dick trembling with the effort of pushing so much semen through his balls. Semen that flowed directly into her greedy womb, hungry for the seed it had worked so hard for. It gulped it greedily as load after load went straight from Jaune's balls to inside her, till the point of filling. And even then, only a small trickle came out of her tight pussy, staining the headboards and dripping to the floor below.
It took a full 30 seconds for Jaune's dick to stop, thoroughly emptied (at least for the moment) inside his new found lover. Who was just as satisfied as him by the looks of things- her eyes a little glassy, her hair in disarray, her breathing hitched and calming down post sex. Jaune admired Velvet's form as he pulled back from the kiss with a smile, still connected at the hips with her. He really was curious now, to see if she really would put out a litter of bunnies.
Except that her face kept flickering, changing in and out with another's. A woman with multicolored hair and eyes eventually took the place of Velvet's, her large brown ears disappearing altogether. He of course recognized exactly who he'd been fucking, who he'd smacked the ass of more times than he could count (it wasn't high, it was like 50 at the fucking most, there's a reason this guy didn't go into math), who he'd kissed and fucked in front of his wife-to-be, and who he'd just filled the womb of with reckless abandon.
He pulled out, bringing with it a torrent of cum of her sloppy pussy, wet with need and Jaune's cum. It drooled his seed, and he nearly felt himself getting ready for another round. She was dazed for the moment, but that might not last.
"Neo!" Jaune hissed, blushing furiously as he cleaned up however he could, using a spare set of sheets for the bed to clean himself off and the mess that they had created. He also, without asking, cleaned up Neo's enticing pussy, somewhat roughly cleaning out what he could as she lay there, now conscious enough to have her head propped up by her arm. If she was a faunus, she'd surely have a tail swinging seductively behind her right then, trying to coax him into doing more.
Neo raised an eyebrow, spreading her arms, as if to ask, 'What's the problem duderoo?'
"I-I don't even know what to say! How did you even do that?"
With a single look and roll of her eyes, she told him all that he needed to know about her semblance. The intricacies of how it worked. Her control of it was perfect- unless of course she was cumming her brains out while getting her womb creampied. As it turned out, that was somewhat hard to concentrate through. In no small part thanks to Jaune's work~
Neo winked her eyebrows, spreading her pussy again. It was still dripping Jaune's seed, although not as much since he'd cleaned it. Jaune licked his lips.
"No. I'm not cheating on Velvet, too. One's already enough." Jaune said finally, shaking his head. He put his face in his hands, wondering both what he was going to do, and what the problem at hand really was. Should he tell Velvet? Tell her that he'd actually indulged in another woman besides her? Or… or did he really need to do that? He'd just been indulging in Velvet's offer really, making sure that she knew her job was safe at Jaune's. But how could he say the same for Neo? It wasn't as if Neo needed anything from him.
There was a rattle at the filing cabinet behind him. Neo pulled on it, still naked, as if she somehow couldn't figure out how to open it. Although if the grin and wiggle of her still red and handprinted butt was any indication, she was not only fully cleared to use office equipment under OSHA, she was fucking forklift certified.
"You want the documents that Roman left here?" Jaune offered.
Neo nodded enthusiastically. And while it was probably intentional, she nodded with her boobs as well, which did quite an excellent job of drawing Jaune's eyes. Now that he knew who he was dealing with, it all made sense. Her scent. Her fuller body. Why there'd been such a disconnect before. Although now that he had a chance to admire Neo in the nude (in a somewhat shocking turn of events, he'd never seen Neo nude, even if she had not-so-subtly suggested that could be arranged using two fingers and a tongue), he was quite the fan. Although her illusion semblance had made her into a shortstack version of Velvet, she was still quite the beauty herself. If more than a foot shorter than Jaune.
Which he had no problem with.
"Well if you want those documents…" Jaune started, looking around as if someone might hear him and realizing there was someone that might hear them, still somehow sleeping behind them softly despite the fact that they'd been up to enough activity in the last 10 minutes to make even the FBI notice.
Neo gave Miltia a condescending gesture, although even that was too much for someone at her level. Another object in the room, really. So what if she noticed Neo getting her brains fucked out by Jaune? It wasn't like it mattered. And if she found out or woke up? Well… Neo had a few tools in her arsenal specifically for making people see things. She was sure she could come up with something to keep the lie going even further, if only to make Jaune even harder inside her. He'd been barely able to keep his eyes off Miltia, after all.
Neo gave him a 'come hither' gesture with a curl of the finger and a smirk. That was far more encouragement than Jaune needed at that moment, picking her up once again and placing Neo's back on the wall like she was a painting, held up only by his arms. It didn't take long for Neo to get a third support as Jaune slid inside her pussy already dripping cum on the floor. If she could have, Neo would've given the loudest, lewdest moan ever heard by mankind, but unfortunately that was off the table (as were her feet at that moment) due to curse of genetics. Though she'd been blessed by genetics just as much, something that many appreciated with their eyes and Jaune was appreciating with not only his eyes but his hands. Which had no problem adjusting their grip on her curvaceous, plump ass on a whim so that he could grab her better or slide up into her further.
Her arms over Jaune's shoulders, she dug her nails in to release a small fraction of the sheer pleasure racking her small body, overloading it. Neo had always been a coy, coquetteish woman, but she'd been surprisingly innocent about the whole ordeal of sex until this moment. Something that she was regretting- given that she could've been the one fucking Jaune into unconsciousness every night. Something that Miltia clearly wasn't taking advantage of, and yet another reason to dislike her. There was nothing but a grunt from Jaune as her knuckles went white from prodding at her already battered womb, the pleasure causing her eyelids to flutter. It was as if she was having her insides beaten, battered, and massaged all at once. But it was an addicting feeling, one that she knew she would have to indulge in regularly.
She simply had to try today, when she had waltzed into Jaune's cafe invisible. She'd really only been there to pick up the documents that Roman had made a fool of himself by leaving (and perhaps get some cake out of the ordeal), but had stayed upon seeing the most intriguing interaction between Jaune and Velvet. She didn't consider herself much of a voyeur despite her semblance, but at least two sparks were lit inside her when she saw Jaune roughly fucking Velvet, watched him bite his lip and fuck Velvet even harder when Miltia talked to him. And made no effort to stop Velvet from jerking him off into a drink.
Neo had already came twice while watching, and she was far too horny to do anything other than sample what Velvet had tried.
Which she was immensely glad she did, although she reflected very little on that at the moment as she was fucked into the wall. The filing cabinet shook and rattled next to them with every pound from Jaune, Neo's tight pussy molded to the shape of Jaune's dick. Just so that he could better pleasure him, drain even more cum out of him.
And although Neo was hardly able to think at that moment, a devious connection came to her mind. If Jaune was seemingly so intent on fucking Miltia but didn't have the means to, well, she had the perfect way to fulfill such a desire, or at least fake it.
She wasn't able to see much past Jaune's surprisingly developed chest, but Neo's half lidded eyes focused on the sleeping form of Miltia. Her body's shape, the way her lips and nose curved. Neo perused a few memories she'd had, the interactions not only at Jaune's cafe, but at Junior's club. Anything to give her a better mental image of the bouncer's body. Although the task was difficult when she was actively cumming around Jaune's dick, squeezing it and gripping it with all her strength, her mouth ajar as she let out a silent moan. Every time he hit just the right spot in her pussy, she had to redo her entire process, but finally, eventually, she had a lock on the girl's image.
Neo smiled, her face and body transforming to match the one on the bed. Long black hair, skin as pale as the moon, and green eyes the shade of jade. Although Neo made a few 'adjustments'- mostly for the better. She was simply a better version of Miltia, with larger breasts, wider hips, and best of all- she couldn't talk.
Jaune was speechless for a moment, allowing Neo the chance to lean forward from her spot pressed against the wall and take Jaune's lips, pulling her body closer to him.
He had already been close to cumming before but with 'Miltia' in front of him, it was hard for Jaune to hold back. Adjusting his grip on Neo's legs, holding her against the wall by the back of her knees he pounded 'Miltia', hard. Piercing her womb on the first and every subsequent thrust, to the point where her body was convulsing around his dick with every movement. This was what he had always wanted to do. There was no mercy as he sped up, fucking the shit out of Neo masquerading as Miltia, who was still sleeping soundly on the bed behind him. Or at least he assumed so. He was too engaged with Neo's lips to be able to say, a minty taste that left his mouth wanting more.
He grit his teeth as he held back from cumming, his balls aching to release in the vixen that had sought to copy and improve on his girlfriend. Something that he had never realized was even possible before but now that he had…
Jaune's tongue fought with hers as he squeezed on her legs, trying to hold back just a little bit more. Her pussy felt like even more of a vice than it had before, something specifically designed to milk all of the semen it possibly could out of him. And from the way his balls ached, begging to cum, she was doing an excellent job.
Gasping, Jaune pulled away, gazing at 'Mitia's' O-face as he did one final thrust into her womb, sheathing his whole nine inch cock inside her. Cum surged out of his balls, through his cock, past her cervix, and directly into her already baby room- overflowing with seed. White hot seed replaced what was already there, causing a small bulge on Neo's stomach from her overfilled womb, the excess flowing out of her pussy and onto the floor.
But the pleasure from impregnating a young, fertile womb wasn't what was on Jaune's mind. What was on his mind was 'Miltia's' face. A look of utter ecstasy, her eyes fluttering, face stained with black tears from eyeliner, and her mouth opening from getting her pussy fucked. That was the face he'd always wanted to see on his girlfriend, not just a face of enjoyment. But getting dicked down to the point where she couldn't think or hardly see. That was what pumped more and more cum out of Jaune's balls.
It was a true testament to Neo's learning ability that she was able to hold onto the illusion with orgasm after orgasm sending bolts of electricity through her body. Granted, it was the only thing that she was able to do, but still a marked achievement over a few minutes ago. Slowly she regained control of her body that wasn't really her own. It felt like half of her was just Jaune's cum, a hand rubbing over her warm stomach, her womb filled with his cum. She wasn't on any sort of birth control, and she had no plans of being on it either.
'I love you, Jaune.' Neo mouthed to Jaune, still as Miltia, her eyes showing nothing other than exactly what she had said. There was no lie in the words.
"I love you too." Jaune replied, his voice cracking.
"Mmmmmh?" A sound came out from behind Jaune, startling him. It was the real Miltia, the one that he wouldn't be able to fuck the shit out of. She would say that she loved him, of course, but that connection of the body and senses would never really be there.
"Jaune? Did you say something?" Miltia asked, her eyes still mostly closed. She was good for staying awake for long periods of time or at long hours- but absolutely terrible when waking up. It'd be a few more minutes before she'd even get out of bed, probably.
"Yeah. I was just saying 'I love you'." He responded honestly. He'd put down Neo at some point but she was nowhere to be seen now. The only remnants that she'd even been there was the copious cum on the floor, which he used the sheet for as quietly and inconspicuously as he could in front of someone.
"Love you too~" She replied with a smile. It made Jaune's heart flutter, cementing that he really did love Miltia, and she loved him. Their relationship might not be perfect, but it was theirs. And with time and effort they could definitely make it work.
Jaune nearly cursed when something soft and wet passed over his dick. Someone was giving him an invisible blowjob, and he had only a few guesses for who that might be. He was forced to stand in place while Neo blew him, but at least when he looked down it looked as if he was really fully clothed. Miltia wasn't fully awake now, but she was just giving a light smile as she looked at him.
"You know, I'm so glad I pushed you down and kissed you." Miltia said somewhat offhandedly, her eyes twinkling. Jaune usually would have agreed immediately, but it was much harder to concentrate when someone was slurping on your dick and running their tongue over it every which way. He couldn't even see when she'd deepthroat the entire thing or what she was doing, so it was almost a weird out of body experience.
"Same. I'm not sure I ever would've gotten the hint otherwise." Jaune smiled back, biting his lip as Neo sucked on his cock. "I used to be really bad about that back home. My sisters said there was a bunch of girls that were dropping hints and I just never knew."
"I can see exactly why they did~ But those bitches weren't me. You're mine, now~" Miltia said with a little smirk. Jaune's heart dropped when she slipped off the sheets, standing up. She was still only wearing her pajamas, her hair was still in a disarray, but it was definitely still the woman that had given him a very clear indicator that she liked him. Jaune was convinced that she was about to try and recreate what she had done- right up until she hesitated.
She was close now, close enough that she definitely would've heard Neo sucking him off if she weren't preoccupied. But she was. Meaning that all she did was give him a peck on the cheek, and then turn away, blushing.
Jaune wasn't exactly surprised. This had been the way that most things had progressed in their relationship, with Miltia being far less forward than she had been initially. It might have been at least partially Jaune's fault, but he certainly was not to blame for all.
"Maybe a little more?" Jaune asked, a combination of hope and horniness.
Miltia glanced at him, and without saying anything, dove in for a sweet kiss on the lips. Their tongues mingled, Miltia's breath hot and heavy on his own. It pushed him over the edge, and without being able to see her, he pulled Neo's head onto his crotch and held her there as he came. He could feel her gulping down his cum, her nostrils flaring as she tried to deal with it while he locked lips with Miltia.
It wasn't until Jaune was satisfied that Miltia pulled away. She was blushing, her eyes half lidded- but the moment passed and turned to embarrassment.
"W-well, there was a little more. I'm taking a shower now."
It didn't take long for Miltia to make good on her promise, entering the tiny bathroom and immediately throwing the water to full throttle. Jaune was pretty sure he could hear the muffled sound of her screaming in embarrassment.
Neo flashed back into existence as her normal self, cum dribbling down her lips and her throat as she continued to suck Jaune's dick. She rolled her eyes, presumably at Miltia being such a prude. It wasn't until Jaune was good and clean that she pulled away, leaving his length 'clean' of cum. Neo looked sufficiently happy on her part.
"You uh… up to do this again?" Jaune asked, somewhat awkwardly.
Neo frowned at him, like that had already been a foregone conclusion before rolling her eyes. She did nod, just to make him feel better, picking up the tattered remains of her clothes and waving goodbye before disappearing into thin air. The door seemingly opened and closed without any reason, and just like that she left.
And only then did Jaune remember that she didn't actually take the documents.
"Shiiiit…"
Well, Neo or Roman would have to come back at some point to grab them, then. Hopefully Neo, he thought.
He redressed himself for real this time, as unfortunately he'd been left stark naked after the illusionist left. Miltia was still in the shower by the time he headed back downstairs, a full 20 minutes later than he had planned.
Business was already beginning to bustle, Velvet manning the register in her sexy cop costume while Russel manned the tables in a prisoner outfit with the designation '6474131', from an old story where the prisoners would die after the number of seconds on their shirt. It was at that point that Jaune realized he was the only one not in uniform, saying 'hi' to a few regulars as he grabbed the box of costumes and got dressed into his Prison Warden uniform, which he was almost certain most real Prison Wardens a) wouldn't fit in and b) if they could wouldn't be caught dead in. It was far too tight against his body and a little too revealing for his taste on the legs. He reminded himself he at least wasn't wearing what Velvet was wearing, because he had no idea how she managed to wear that and work.
The day proceeded like usual for a themed weekend. Lots of jokes or references to the attire or compliments about the cafe in general. It was a happier and more excited atmosphere in general, something that everyone was a fan of. There wasn't a time that Jaune looked over at Velvet or Russel that they weren't smiling. Or the customers for that matter. This was what he had created Jaune's for.
Although he did feel pretty dumb when a customer asked for a donut (it had been Port, accompanied by Oobleck. Apparently Ozpin was stuck back at Beacon and dealing with a particularly troublesome student), and had given them a blank look.
Jaune made a mental note to fetch donuts for Saturday and Sunday, because that was actually a pretty good suggestion. But other than that, it was a day like any other.
Except for maybe Velvet occasionally flashing him a look at her ass and swaying it towards him on purpose. Or at least he assumed it was on purpose, it wasn't as if she had really done it before. But even after cumming more times than he could remember in the last day, it was definitely an ass that he'd like to see bare again.
Velvet only made her posterior and hips more obvious when Miltia came down at midday to head to work at Junior's club, taking the usual order of coffee and a kiss from Jaune before leaving. In what Jaune could only imagine was retaliation, Velvet asked him for help in the backroom, and then engaged in an intense fifteen second makeout session that was only broken by Russel calling for help. And somewhat disappointedly at that, with a promise from both of them to continue it at a later time.
Time flew by as Jaune made coffee and talked to customers, and before he realized it, Velvet and Russel were already helping him pack up for the day, and making arrangements to pick up donuts from Marron.
And just like that the day was over. It wasn't until he was alone with Velvet that Jaune realized she'd made up an excuse for not going back with Russel, and was currently giving him eyes as expressive for Neo's about her intent.
"Have I kept my job for the day, boss?" Velvet asked, leaning forward ever so slightly.
"Yeah." Jaune answered with a sigh. He was fucking tired, and tired of fucking for the day. One could only pound so much and talk to so many customers before they just stopped having the energy to do anything else. "Not sure about tomorrow, though. Might lose it then." Jaune said with a sly smile.
Velvet's wide grin told him all that he needed to know about her opinion. "Then I'll make sure to be on my best behavior. But Marron's donuts are pretty tasty…"
She gave him a full kiss on the lips and a wave before heading out the door in her normal clothes, the sexy cop costume safely tucked away in a box somewhere in the backroom.
But Jaune had a feeling it would find its use again, even if it wouldn't be for a themed event.
Today had felt like a productive and satisfying day in many measures to Jaune. He'd made quite a bit of lien, the customers had been pleasant and the work productive, and he'd possibly impregnated two women. All in all, what more could he ask for? He certainly couldn't think of anything as he yawned, moving towards his bedroom upstairs.
Only when he was about to sleep did he realize that there were still dirty sheets lying in a corner, as well as the cake that Miltia had eaten. With a resigned sigh, he tidied up. Also taking a few moments to make sure the floor was clean of any interactions Neo and him had shared, until he was satisfied there was no evidence left. Taking slow steps down the creaky steps, Jaune had the plate balanced in one hand, the stained sheets in another. It didn't take long to throw out the plate, and start the laundry, but now Jaune was a little too awake to sleep. Especially because the washing machine practically rocked the cafe and the apartment upstairs- it'd be impossible to take a nap or sleep now.
With a groan he took his Scroll out of his pocket. He'd failed to check it for the entire day, he'd simply been too busy or 'busy' to pay attention. There were the usual messages, from his sisters asking about when they could visit, or his mom asking Jaune when he was going to propose to that nice girl Miltia he'd introduced them to. But there was a more unusual message, from a caller ID denoted as 'Ebony Darkness'.
Jaune clicked on the new message. It was so short that it wasn't even truncated, and all it had was a time, 6:47 PM. That was normal, and the rest of the messages (save for pictures of a small, snowy white dog), were much the same. Simply a time, not even a location.
Jaune frowned, glancing at the time on his Scroll. It was 6:40, but he hadn't set up the shop yet- this was a fairly rare occurrence. He'd always been given at least a 24 hours headsup, and usually the shorter the heads up the bigger the apology in the form of lien. This message had only been sent an hour before, which was concerning. If the contact wanted to speak with someone on such short notice, that wasn't good.
He quickly set about closing the windows of the shop, ensuring that it'd be sufficiently inconspicuous for what Jaune incorrectly assumed would be multiple incognito guests. He even had a few moments to spare before the designated arrival time, and cut a few cakes, brewing the contact's favorite coffee.
He waited patiently behind the counter as the machine whirred, and on the dot of 6:47 PM, absolutely nothing happened.
Jaune checked his scroll with a frown when the time went over to 6:48 PM. And 6:49. If there was anything the contact did- it was be punctual. Jaune wasn't sure what to make of the message, and half considered responding (something the contact had vehemently instructed him never to do) before the door opened, revealing a hooded figure doing their best job at being inconspicuous (and failing).
The figure gracefully took off their hood and revealed a shoulderless black dress- one that Jaune had certainly never seen them in before. Jaune might've been a promised man (albeit that had just cheated on his promised women with two women), but even he had to admire how well the figure wore their clothing.
Jaune smiled and waved. "Hey, Cinder. Everything okay? You usually give me a little more time to prepare.
Cinder shifted in a subtle way that betrayed her nervousness, though there was a small chance of anyone other than Jaune even recognizing the action as it truly was. Anyone else would've simply seen her adjust her balance.
"I was… preoccupied." Cinder responded finally, leaning on the counter. She'd been close to Jaune before, but there was practically no room between them. Her face was close enough that if Jaune had felt the urge, he could've leaned forward and kissed her without much trouble.
"Oh, anything I can help with?" Jaune offered.
"Potentially. Does your family have any history of heart disease? Parkinsons?"
Jaune blinked at the question, it had certainly not been the direction he'd expected the conversation to meander in.
"No. I don't think so? My dad always said the only thing that killed Arcs was Grimm, or women." Jaune answered with a small smile.
"Hmm." Was all Cinder said, inspecting his face. Though for what, Jaune could not say. With a flick of the eyes, Cinder pulled back, sitting on a chair. She had her coffee in hand, although truthfully Jaune had not seen her take it. And he definitely hadn't offered it yet.
"Snow took it upon himself to extend his bloodline. And I know exactly which bitch seduced him." Cinder said. She did not grit her teeth, although her eyes hardened imperceptibly. "There will be puppies soon. And you will take one."
Jaune shifted. It hadn't been a question, although Miltia hadn't seemed thrilled when the idea of dogs had been brought up before.
"Okay." Was all Jaune replied. Cinder didn't usually try to control the conversation like this unless there was something on her mind, so whatever it was, was truly eating at her.
Cinder nodded without realizing at his words.
"I wondered why he did it for the last few days. Snow. The pinnacle of intelligence and the good of humanity," Cinder said without a trace of a joke, "Took it upon himself to impregnate the first bitch he could while out of my site. Rest assured, Emerald will pay for what she's done." Cinder said, looking Jaune in the eye. "But perhaps… I was at fault. All living things are encouraged by their body, their minds, their libido, to further their bloodline, to create and raise children. Love is nothing more than a motivator to impregnate or be impregnated and ensure the continuation of the human race."
Jaune shuffled his feet. Cinder had ranted to him before, but this topic had never been broached before. And he wasn't exactly sure he was going to like the direction it took.
"Except me. I… look at you and feel absolutely nothing. No attraction whatsoever. It's as if I'm considering copulating with drywall."
Jaune kicked at the ground. Being told you were as attractive as drywall wasn't exactly a compliment. At least she hadn't attached a 'No offense intended', that would've only cemented that she recognized exactly what she had told him.
"No offense intended."
Jaune screwed his eyes closed. It wasn't as if Cinder was looking at him at that moment, she was still monologuing. He opened them to see her staring into the dark of her coffee, moving her fingers around the rim of the mug.
"I… would like to continue my bloodline. You are not the smartest or most attractive man I know, but what I need is discretion- something you are excellent at."
Jaune stared at her. He couldn't believe the words that had left Cinders perfect mouth and moseyed over into his ears. They were simply maddening.
But unfortunately, she looked genuinely concerned. Cinder wasn't one to joke about something of this nature, tease perhaps, but this seemed too sincere.
He deliberated on exactly what to say.
A/N: Truly, I wonder exactly how Jaune will respond. Will he earnestly respond to her offer? Who knows?!
Anyway, hope you enjoyed the twist with Velvet really being Neo. I'll be curious to see how many people didn't know until the final reveal, so feel free to lmk in reviews/PMs.
I also mentioned this above, but with the banning of r/rwbysmut and a couple of other things, I've decided to make my own Discord server. Intended to be a community for just my writing, and an easy way for me to communicate with people/announce things, but I don't think I'll have an issue with the server being used to talk about other RWBY smut if people are looking for that sort of thing. What I can say is that I'll post WIPs/updates/votes on the server- the latter of which is something that I wanted to do more of but found annoying to track. If you're interested, the link is here discord.g g/FjyeEFugrk
Onto reviews/comments:
Mostly positive on both, I'll get the only somewhat negative one out of the way:
Velvet doesn't act shy because she's not shy towards the end of Service with a Smile (this is canonically sometime near the end, although somewhat AU to make my life easier). She might be slightly out of character with how aggressive she is but it's not super far off, and I find it hot. To address the other point, about random mid chapter 'author's notes'- those are going to stay. Mostly because I think they're funny. I don't do them on commissions on purpose since they can be very hit or miss, but I like doing them and this isn't a commission so I'm going to do it.
Someone on AO3 also mentioned that this was remarkably like Dardalion's Red Wedding. That's on purpose, as the person who originally commissioned that from Dardalion is the one I got this idea from and worked with on. It's supposed to be sort of like Red Wedding for a couple reasons that I won't get into.
Other than that, thanks for the support. I don't actually have an idea of how well this is doing of , since people couldn't see the fic for like 8 hours after I posted it originally and some stuff still wasn't working until then + it says I have 0 views on it, so if you're enjoying it, please leave a review or a PM if you prefer.
In terms of what I'll be posting next, it'll probably be something commissioned. I have slightly more time nowadays than I used to so I plan to start posting at least a bit more to finish things.
As always, thanks for reading.