Once Blake had seen them, it was impossible to unsee it.
Days passed and with it, they fell into their routine of survival. Chop wood, secure food, explore the island, signal for help. When listed out like this, it sounded all very bland but this was their life now. Excitement came in the form of finding something new to eat, not what new book was releasing or movie to see. Companionship was limited to just the three of them, though that was nothing to complain about. She couldn't ask for better people to be stranded with. But things were very static and unchanging, the hours and days melding together. A good thing for people in their position. The unexpected could be disastrous and so boring was good.
Until it wasn't.
Since that stormy day, Blake would notice Jaune and Weiss occasionally slip away when they thought she wasn't paying attention. They were never gone very long, never enough to ordinarily arouse suspicion but for someone that had already seen them, it didn't take a rocket scientist to realize what they were doing.
Blake felt her tummy squirm as she pretended to focus on her task, keeping track of them in the corner of her eye. She watched as Jaune hauled a pile of wood over to their camp and began sorting it, before Weiss passed behind him, one of her hands lightly trailing over his shoulders. That was the signal.
Weiss continued walking, moving into the trees and Jaune remained, waiting an appropriate time before getting up and following her with a quick glance Blake's way to ensure she wasn't watching.
It was so painfully obvious that she almost burst out into laughter at how terrible they were at keeping it on the down low but instead, she did her best to ignore how her stomach flipped and her traitorous pussy let her know what it felt about the whole thing.
There was something seriously wrong with her.
Seeing Weiss rutting against Jaune, her face twisted in pleasure as she reached her peak was seared into her brain, unable to be forgotten or set aside. Her beautiful voice reduced to whimpers and mewls, her hips rowing furiously – when Blake had woken to such a thing, it had caused her insides to melt and leak, her quim gushing with arousal as she attempted to understand just what the hell they were doing.
Did Weiss... like Jaune now? Blake knew they were closer now, friends – but this...
Her pussy had burned insolently but Blake had been unable to deal with her building desire. She didn't dare touch herself, instead forced to watch Weiss get off while her own lust was left to fester. Seeing them make out with such passion, their lips and tongues entwining messily filled her with such longing that it was painful.
When was the last time she'd kissed anyone? When was the last time she'd had sex?
Way too long.
Not since before Beacon, and not since...
She chased those memories away, unwilling to face them. Only hurt awaited her down that path.
Blake waited a few minutes until she was sure they weren't coming back before standing, leaving her job of sorting through their collection of clothes unfinished. Stripping down, she felt her heart beat against her ribs as her crotch tightened in anticipation. Flushing, she rushed down into the ocean in her underwear, hoping that the cool waters could douse her budding arousal.
It didn't.
She moved in until the water lapped at her scorching quim. She hadn't been able to touch herself that day but all the days since then, Blake had been free to do as she wished. Her mind ran wild with scenarios, imagining what they were doing together. She didn't think they were having sex but there were plenty of other things they could be doing.
Blake sank down until she was sitting, the water around her shoulders. Hidden from potential discovery, she let her hands wander across her body in imitation of her this how Jaune was touching Weiss right now? Caressing her thighs, her belly, squeezing those perky, upturned tits?
Blake cupped her own breasts, squeezing them firmly. Fire uncurled in her belly, her blood heating up as she manipulated her impressive chest. Her nipples quickly stiffened, poking through her bra and without much fuss, she peeled the garment up over her tits, freeing them. Blake sighed, eyes fluttering as she lightly traced the outer ring of her areola. She'd always been a little insecure about how big her nipples were when they hardened, the tips thick and protruding. Whenever she was cold or even a little aroused, they would stab through her shirts, impossible to hide. It meant that she needed to wear padded bras or risk giving everyone a show that she didn't wish to give.
They were also incredibly sensitive, even the briefest of touches causing her such wonderful pleasure. Her whole body shuddered as she gently flicked the tips, her back arching as a tingle ran down her spine. Blake felt something hot and slick trickle through her belly and out her pussy, a heady, mind numbing sensation that called for attention.
"Soon," she whispered.
She needed to be quick. They were never gone too long. If they came back before she was finished, she'd have to endure a day of her needy twat throbbing in displeasure, driving her mad with what ifs.
She couldn't have that.
Clamping her thighs together, she continued to toy with her nipples. She teased the ends with her nails, picking at them, before very gently pinching them between her fingers and rolling them. Blake mewled, mind hazy as they throbbed with a beautiful ache, her breasts heaving as she panted wantonly.
This is what they were reducing her to with their careless, inconsiderate actions. Forcing her to relieve herself to take the pressure off, her desire needing to be checked. Weiss got to have someone do it for her, with her – while she was here, alone with nothing but her hands.
Blake was... jealous.
To have the hands of a man on her body, strong and firm. To have such a handsome, kind, considerate man let her dry hump herself to oblivion against him. Blake let her fantasies run wild, imagining how it would feel for him to grip her ass, for Jaune to maul her tits and kiss her until her jaw cramped. Those long, thick fingers slipping inside her naughty pussy, raking her g-spot until her vision turned white and she squirted on his wrist and hand.
And his cock... what did his cock look like? Was it big and long? It probably was. Blake reckoned it was a very reliable cock, capable of satisfying even the most arrogant pussy.
"Fuck," she huffed, frustrated beyond belief. She moaned as she tugged on her nipples more aggressively, throwing her head back. "Fuck, J-Jaune."
She was spiraling out of control. He was her friend, and Weiss was – were they together? Officially? And yet here she was, thinking about him touching her, fucking her...
Would he be rough? Would he be gentle? If she asked, he'd probably do her however she wanted.
"Mmng, yes," she bit her lip hard, pinching her aching nipples hard until pain bloomed, mixing with the pleasure. He was between her legs, her thighs spread wide as he fucked her furiously, his thick, fat cock spearing her completely.
"Fuck me," she begged.
Her vagina squeezed down on this imaginary cock, sucking it in deeper as it plowed her relentlessly. Her clitoris throbbed, desperate for touch and Blake quickly released one of her nipples and reached down, over her tense belly to touch herself over her panties. Her hips jerked as she found her clothed clit, lightly rubbing it through the material, sparks of pleasure racing through her body. Her thighs trembled with each swipe of her hand, stroking herself in tight circles.
Deep inside, her uterus begged for something else.
Something she couldn't give it. No amount of fantasy could satisfy it.
Needy cries spilled from her lips as she attacked her clit with gusto, quickly frustrated with the barrier her panties provided. Peeling them to the side, she touched her swollen flesh directly, her face a picture of beautiful agony. She lost herself to the pleasure, rolling her nipple while she teased her clit from its hood, tickling it until she was overcome.
She was close. She was so close.
The Jaune in her thoughts continued to ravage her, pounding her swiftly. Her mouth fell open, a bit of drool escaping as her tongue clumsily licked at her lips. She wanted to know how it felt to kiss him. The way he had consumed Weiss, drinking her in – she wanted that.
She wanted it. She wanted it. She wanted it.
She needed it.
She felt her insides tense and tighten in preparation of her orgasm, her clit becoming even more sensitive to her touch. Only a little more and she would unravel, her ears twitching as a foreign sound reached them.
"Blake!"
Her heart seized in fright as she hunched forward, eyes widening in alarm as the familiar voice of Weiss called out to her. Turning, she saw her teammate approaching the water in her own underwear, ready to join her.
Body aflame, on the precipice, she had to pull back. Hastily recovering her crotch, she hurriedly tugged her bra down over her bare tits to cover them. Her heart jackhammered not in heady lust but in a scared stutter, her face erupting in scarlet.
She'd nearly been caught.
"Oh~!" Weiss sang as she quickly made her way over, smiling wide. "The water feels wonderful."
Blake dunked her head quickly, hoping her friend couldn't see her inflamed cheeks. When she resurfaced, Weiss was by her side.
"Hey," she said. "Swimming without us?"
Her crotch pounded in sync with her heart, angry at being denied its prize. Blake felt a swelling of irritation sweep through her but she did her best to keep it out of her voice.
"I was hot."
She grimaced.
She'd tried but she had still sounded a little sharp, her sexual frustration leaking through. Fortunately, Weiss didn't seem to notice. The heiress looked out at the horizon and Blake couldn't help but notice how relaxed she looked, how happy and satisfied.
The complete opposite to her.
"Where did you two go?" she needled, unable to help herself.
"Oh, just for a small walk," Weiss answered flippantly.
Liar.
Amber eyes traced her lithe, toned body, trying to spot anything that would reveal more. But there was nothing to see; no love bites, no bruises where overeager fingers may have dug in, nothing. Her pale skin was a little darker now from all the hours in the sun, not quite a tan because Blake doubted Weiss could ever tan, but a deeper, creamy hue that was admittedly very attractive. Like whole milk with just the lightest dash of coffee, not enough to change its color completely but enough to deepen it.
"Where's Jaune?" she asked roughly.
"He's coming," she pointed back up the beach and when Blake turned, she saw him.
As expected, he was in nothing more than his boxer-briefs. Her body thrummed, everything tightening deliciously at the sight of his muscled physique. Unlike Weiss, his skin was beginning to bronze beautifully and combined with his blonde hair and blue eyes, it was a very sexy sight to behold. She stared as he approached the water and jumped when Weiss placed a hand on her shoulder, her skin hypersensitive.
"You're staring," Weiss teased.
Blake fought the scowl that threatened to cross her face. Of course she was staring. Not everyone got to touch and taste.
"So are you," Blake muttered, annoyed.
"Hmm – so I am," Weiss then giggled. "We better not let him catch us. He might get a big head."
Blake's thoughts went straight into the gutter.
She'd like nothing more than to give him a big head; a big, throbbing head so he could use it on her. She was so fucking turned on and being denied her pleasure was messing with her brain. Weiss' hand was still on her shoulder, her thumb lightly stroking her skin. It was such a simple act, innocent, and yet it made her belly quake, intensely aware of it.
"Hey," he greeted with that cute boyish smile of his.
"Hey," she replied automatically, mouth dry. Hooded eyes trailed down his firm, cut chest and across his rippling abdominals. He was like a visual buffet, a meal for her thirsty gaze. That is exactly what she wanted to do to him; eat him up.
"Blake had the right idea," Weiss told him, looping around her back and embracing her. Blake stiffened, feeling Weiss' small, perky breasts press into her back. "The water feels lovely."
"It does," he agreed.
Blake watched him do a few stretches before diving in, swimming a small distance before popping up. As he stood, the water slid down his chiseled form and wreaked havoc on her already tender insides, a rush of desire pooling in her gut.
"Fuck," she whispered, low enough that Weiss couldn't hear it.
The white haired girl embraced her even closer, resting her chin on Blake's shoulder, following her eyes. Jaune dove in again and swum further away, leaving them alone together.
"We might see his cute butt again if he isn't careful."
It was too much. She couldn't take it any more.
"I saw you two," the words tumbled out of her mouth in a rush. "Kissing the other day."
She felt Weiss tense.
They remained this way for several long moments and Blake was beginning to regret her words. She hadn't wanted to cause any issues, she just couldn't handle keeping it in any longer. Especially when Weiss made those little comments, knowing that she probably got to touch that cute ass and kiss that boyishly handsome grin off his face.
She was really down bad.
"...I don't know what you're talking about."
Blake rolled her eyes, the tension broken.
"The day of the storm. You were humping him like an animal in heat."
Weiss viciously jabbed her in the side and she yelped.
"Don't phrase it like that," the heiress snapped.
"It's what it looked like," Blake mocked.
There was a beat of silence.
"So you saw..."
"Yeah... I saw..."
Weiss tucked her head down and Blake shivered, feeling her lips against the side of her neck.
"Are you mad?"
That was a question she wasn't expecting.
"What?" she asked, genuinely surprised. "Why would I be mad?"
Weiss scoffed, her breath tickling Blake's neck.
"Blake... you stare at Jaune like he is a walking, talking tuna fish."
"I do not!" she immediately fired back.
"Believe me – if he wasn't so oblivious to these things, he would have noticed it. You aren't very subtle."
Okay, so she looked but so did Weiss!
"We both look! He – He's handsome, and – and flaunting it right in front of us. It doesn't mean anything."
"Doesn't it?"
It doesn't! Blake didn't have feelings for Jaune. He was just a friend. A close friend who she could talk to about personal things, just like Weiss was. Yeah, he was hot and yeah, she'd just been touching herself to thoughts of him but that didn't mean she had romantic feelings for him. It just meant that she found him physically attractive. She also found Sun attractive – how could she not?
...she had never touched herself to thoughts of Sun, though. She had never fantasized about Sun fucking her, either. Blake swallowed, almost choking on her tongue. That didn't mean anything. It was because they were stuck on this island together, having survived a very harrowing ordeal. It was only natural that she'd connect with him a little more strongly, right?
"Weiss, look," she tried to sort her jumbled thoughts. "I don't – I'm not in love with him or anything. I might look but that doesn't mean I have feelings for Jaune. He's just... nice to look at."
Weiss hummed.
"I wouldn't be angry," she said. "If you did like him that way. I see the appeal."
Blake frowned. "You like him."
Weiss nodded against her. "Yeah. For a while now. He... is everything I've ever wanted and he was right in front of me this entire time. I feel like such a fool, sometimes."
She was confused. If Weiss liked Jaune then why wouldn't she be mad if Blake also harbored similar feelings – which she didn't! Wouldn't that just create tension, having a rival for his affections so close at hand?
"Shouldn't you want me to not have feelings for him?"
Blake shivered as Weiss caressed her belly, squirming as she lightly teased her bellybutton. She then placed her palm flush against her, just below her navel, right where her womb was. Right there her desire burned brightest, where it begged for Jaune the most.
"I should, shouldn't I?" Weiss mused. "Forget I said anything."
Blake blinked.
"What?"
"I'm just being silly," Weiss then untangled herself from her. Blake felt strangely cold, instantly missing the warmth of the heiress' body. "I guess this place has made me feel a little fanciful."
Blake was about to press her when something slipped between her legs. She shouted in alarm as suddenly, she was rising into the air, a pair of strong hands clamping around her thighs to keep her steady. She rocked back, almost falling before she stabilized, seated upon Jaune's shoulders with her burning core flush against the back of his neck.
"J-Jaune!" she wobbled. "Put me down!"
He laughed, the vibrations traveling up through her all too sensitive body. Instinctively, she closed her thighs together around his head and gasped.
"See anything up there?" he asked in amusement.
Blake flushed to the roots of her hair, her skin tingling where he was grabbing her.
"Only the top of your stupid head!"
Weiss laughed.
It was difficult to concentrate, having him touching her. It was completely innocent but she was still so turned on and having been denied her end, every little thing was like a shock to her system. When he adjusted his hold on her legs, palms sliding against her slick skin, she trembled.
"Hey, ease up a little – I won't drop you," he promised as her thighs tightened around his neck and head further.
That really wasn't the problem!
She tried to calm her rapidly beating heart, breathing in slowly and holding it, before exhaling just as carefully. Looking out at the horizon, she blinked as she saw something cut through the water. Blinking, she almost called out in warning before realizing what it was.
"Dolphins," she said, pointing a finger. Weiss turned and held a hand above her eyes, and made a sound of recognition when she spotted them.
Their fins sliced through the water with ease, a pod of six, maybe seven. Their sleek, powerful bodies leapt from the surface of the water with each strong kick of their tails, the group moving parallel to the shoreline. It was such a picturesque sight that they simply watched without a word.
When they were gone, Jaune let Blake down off his shoulders. She still felt a little haywire but her body had calmed considerably. When she had her two feet safely back on the ground, Weiss slipped in between them and jumped on Jaune's back.
"My turn," she said haughtily and Jaune snickered, ducking down so she could climb up onto his shoulders.
Blake watched the pair as Jaune moved around at Weiss' commands like he was her personal steed. Try as she might, she couldn't get her teammate's words out of her mind. Their conversation had been... odd. Blake hadn't lied, though. She didn't love Jaune. She was positive.
How did she know? She had loved once already and it had felt nothing like this.
This was just... something.
Weiss began shrieking when he started lightly tickling the bottoms of her feet, threatening to topple off his broad shoulders as she thrashed in an effort to get away. Blake's stomach curled as she witnessed the carefree way they interacted, so different from how things once were between them. Once upon a time, this sort of interaction seemed impossible with them.
Now it looked so natural.
Why couldn't...
She looked away, suddenly feeling very, very lonely.
They stayed in the water for about an hour before returning to camp. Laying out in the sun to dry off, Jaune continued with his wood gathering activities while Blake finished sorting out all the clothes. Weiss decided to walk the beach, taking her rifle along just in case.
"Don't go too far," Jaune called out.
Weiss waved back.
Jaune had put on his jeans and boots, but his torso was left completely bare. As he worked, it was impossible for Blake not to watch the way his muscles coiled and tensed, his broad back rippling whenever he picked up a log to carry down to stack up for their signal fires.
He really was a big tease and he didn't even know it. That was the most dangerous kind. Obliviously sexy.
"Come on, Blake," she muttered irritably. "Get a hold of yourself."
When they were done with their tasks, they had nothing more to do.
So Jaune suggested they train.
"Don't want to get rusty, right?" he quipped.
Blake shrugged.
Since the attack on the ship, they hadn't been forced to fight any Grimm. It had been less than a week ago now but it felt like an age had passed. Maybe it would help with bleeding off some of her extra energy.
"Sure."
Blake fetched her spear, giving it a twirl. Jaune grabbed Crocea Mors and they both walked down to firmer sand, separated by only a handful of feet. The bastard hadn't bothered with a shirt, unknowingly creating a massive distraction. Blake scowled.
He unsheathed his blade and deployed his shield, the twin golden crescents facing her. Tightening her hold on the haft of her spear, she adopted a loose stance, the point tilted down at the ground.
"Don't think just because this isn't my usual weapon that I'll be easy," she shot at him with a smirk.
He grinned. "I wouldn't dream of it."
Amber met blue, and then she was moving, legs pumping as she closed the distance between them in a blink. Jaune was immediately forced on the defensive as she utilized the greatest asset of her weapon, abusing its reach to strike from a distance. The head of her spear lashed out in a flash like a striking snake, lancing at his face, driving him back. She followed it up with a spin, pulling her weapon back and slashing widely with momentum, dissuading any counter-attack. The tip passed by his brow by a hair's breadth.
"Nice," he complimented before planting his feet. Her next thrust slammed into his shield, steel singing as the sharp edge rasped across the face. "My turn."
Pushing her spear aside, he slashed at her with a lunging strike. Blake ducked, sweeping at his legs but had to abort hastily when his aura flared, his powerful calves tanking the blow without moving, pain racing up her shin. Cartwheeling away, a shadow clone took her place, his blade cutting through it as she reset her stance and grimaced, giving her foot a shake.
"Your semblance is annoying," she grumbled. When he amplified his aura like that, it felt like she was kicking solid steel.
Jaune smirked. "Oh – and yours isn't?"
She rolled her eyes, returning his smirk with one of her own. "You'll have to try harder than that if you want to hit me."
The next exchange was lighting quick, her thrusts precise. Jaune parried and avoided each strike, aimed at any vulnerable points in his guard she could locate. While she could never match him in strength, her speed was superior. She forced him backwards with a constant barrage, not letting up for a second. His brow furrowed in concentration, looking for a way through and when she saw his chest tense and shoulders set, she retreated immediately, avoiding the swipe of his blade as the tip of her spear glanced off the top of his shield.
"Too slow," she mocked with a smile, darting away as he followed after her. Crocea Mors flashed and she directed it away with the haft of her weapon, darting in to punish his lapse. Her knee connected with his shield, however.
"Gotcha," he said, reaching for her but instead, he only found her clone. It dissolved in his grasp, and he only had a second before she swung at his face. He avoided it, barely – only to grunt as she planted a foot against his hip and shoved. Off balance, she rushed in and slammed the haft into his side, his aura flaring in protection.
She danced away as he attempted to cleave her with his sword.
"First blood," she teased.
This was fun.
They'd trained together before, of course. Multiple times in the past, back at Beacon. Though usually with their other friends, never alone – one on one, with no one else watching.
He huffed, rubbing his side. "Nice shot."
"There's more where that came from."
He laughed. "I like this playful side of you. You should show it more often."
Blake felt pleased at his words, much more than she should have – and then he was in front of her, accelerating forward in a burst of amplified speed. Blake squawked and hastily backpedaled, blocking his first slash by pure instinct. Her arms rattled from the force of his blow, and she stumbled, unable to right herself as he went in for another. She managed to spin away from the thrust, lashing out with a kick. It passed over his head as he ducked, and in a copy of her sweep from earlier, kicked her remaining leg out from under her.
She felt her stomach swoop as she fell, hitting the ground, the air forced out of her lungs. Blake rolled immediately, knowing he would follow up and she was right, his sword buried in the ground as he tried to skewer her. Activating her semblance, she placed the clone between them but he barged through it like it wasn't even there.
Only to be met by a face full of sand.
Jaune flinched, eyes clamping shut – completely unaware when her foot slammed into the underside of his jaw. His head rocked back but he didn't fall, but it gave her enough room to escape, her heart beating wildly.
That had been close.
"You threw sand in my eyes," he accused, rubbing at his face.
"I did," she said, unashamed. "Pretty effective, right?"
He scowled at her and she met it with a wink.
"How's this for playful?" she needled. "Trying to distract me with a compliment. Aren't you a sneaky one."
"I think I got some in my mouth," he complained, pulling a face and spitting.
"So – are we continuing or what?"
"Don't think I'll let you get away with this," he told her, tapping his shield with his sword, a loud clang ringing out. "Come on, then."
This time she used her semblance to go on the offensive, creating a series of clones to run interference. Jaune's eyes narrowed, trying to pick her out of the bunch but she knew her copies were flawless, right down to the identical expressions they wore. The first was destroyed, cut in half. The second dashed in low, thrusting at him with its spear and he was forced to avoid it, unknowing if it was her or not. He passed right into her line of attack and she thrust, scoring a hit.
She darted away as he swiped at her, hiding amongst her clones one again. She repeated this several more times, frustrating him with her guerilla tactics. When he managed to kill one of her copies, she replaced it with another, keeping him surrounded on all sides.
It was time to finish this.
Using her copies to disorientate him, she moved behind him and readied her spear. They all dashed in together, pincered with no route of escape.
She should have known it wouldn't have been so easy.
They struck as one – and then with a blinding flash, she was repelled as his aura was amplified into pure defense. She'd stabbed him right in the back and yet it felt like she'd tried to pierce stone with a toothpick, the recoil slamming through her. Before she could recover, he turned, picking her out as her clones popped around him.
She tried to flip away, swinging her spear in a wide arc to deter him but he wasn't going to be denied. The haft slammed into his shoulder and rattled, ineffective. His fingers grasped her ankle mid-cartwheel and pulled, and she could do nothing as he swung her with overwhelming strength. He slammed her into the ground and she grunted.
Then he was atop her, wrists held together as he pinned them above her head. She desperately gasped for breath, the slam having driven all the air from her lungs but it was difficult when he rested his chest on her, using his weight and leverage to keep her down. She tried to struggle but it was pointless, his hold absolute.
He'd caught her.
"Yield?" he asked, giving her a shit eating grin. She glared at him but it was ruined by her wheezing.
She kicked her legs but he was straddling her hips in a perfect mount.
"Damn it," she finally got out, wriggling until she sagged in defeat. "Fuck."
He laughed, taken aback by her swear.
"So – I win?"
"You win," she growled.
He released his hold and shifted his weight, making it easier for her to breathe. He still loomed over her, though, encompassing her body in his and after the adrenaline of their bout began to wane, a very different feeling erupted through her.
Every time she inhaled, she could taste his musk, that heady scent of a man. Sweat had gathered on his skin, the light bronzing from the sun slick with perspiration. Blake shivered, feeling how solid and firm he was. That flame of desire from the morning rekindled, burning her from within.
His eyes were so blue, gazing down at her.
She met his stare – and then shifted her gaze down to his lips.
Those very kissable lips.
The sound of clapping jolted through her. Turning her head, she felt her face flush furiously as she spotted Weiss.
The heiress continued to clap, her face highly amused.
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