Pleasure raced through her body, a rolling wave of heat that started in her belly and spread through her limbs until her fingers and toes curled, tingling with sensation. Her skin felt hypersensitive, prickling with every touch, every shift of her body. Strong, powerful hands squeezed her thighs, prying them open, a blond head of hair buried between her legs, his scorching breath gusting over her moist petals, ripe for the picking.

Blake arched her back, thrusting her bare breasts out into the world. Her nipples tightened, two pinpricks of throbbing desire as something wet and hot swiped across her slit, lapping at her, tasting her. Sweet cries spilled from her lips, her throat raw as her passion could not be contained. Reaching down, her fingers grabbed a fistful of hair, not to pull him away but to force his face deeper into her crotch, mashing him against her mound.

"M-More~!" she whined. "Mm, ahn~! F-Fuck, right there~! Ouh~!"

Her clitoris pounded in time to her racing heart, her little pearl begging for attention. When he sucked powerfully at her leaking hole, she felt the pressure deep inside, the vacuum tugging at her depths. She'd never felt so wet in her life, gushing arousal with every lick, and when his lips settled around her clit, she saw stars.

"Hnng~!" she keened through gritted teeth, ecstasy rushing through her like a sharp blow. He enveloped her bundle of nerves and lightly tugged on it with his lips, drawing it out of its hood. Blake felt her legs spasm, thighs trying to slam closed but his grip was too strong, keeping her opened up. His tongue darted out and flicked her clit, and her hips jerked in response. "OoooH~! Ahhhn~! Yesss – oh, mmhm~!"

Blake's eyes crossed as his tongue writhed unpredictable, swirling around her most sensitive spot, teasing it until her body cried out for relief. Her womb throbbed as it blazed with desire, dripping with lust that overflowed, spilling out over the curve of her ass and his chin.

He was going to make her cum.

Wet, slurping sucks filled the air as he devoured her with gusto, mouth opening wide to cover as much of her slick cunt as possible. Working his jaw, he mouthed words of unknown origin, humming against her tender flesh as his tongue slurped at her vigorously.

Pleasure had never felt so good, nor so sweet.

It was too much. Pleasuring her clit, slurping at her weeping entrance, the combination was too much for her to handle. Vaginal muscles contracted, squeezing in preparation of her end, her insides coiling around nothing, yearning for something long, thick and hard.

For his cock. It wanted his cock. It had never wanted a cock so badly in her entire life.

Blake trembled as her orgasm blasted through her, her voice caught in her throat as she fell into oblivion. Wracked with overwhelming rapture, Blake surrendered herself to the bliss.

The last thing she saw were a pair of vibrant blue eyes, peering up at her from between her shaking thighs, a familiar face buried in the rising curve of her mons.

Amber eyes flew open in an instant, a sharp inhale caught in her throat. Blake groaned low in her throat, her body thrumming with sensation and with growing awareness, she felt a heavy slickness between her legs, tender and throbbing, her tummy rolling with a phantom climax.

It was a dream. Just a dream.

Rolling onto her front, she whimpered as that wonderful feeling tightened in her belly. Wiggling her hips, Blake panted into her makeshift pillow, her heart thundering in her ears as her aching breasts chafed against the inside of her shirt.

Fuck, what was wrong with her?

The air was cool but it was noticeably warmer than previous nights. She wasn't sure if that was truly the case or if it was because of her body, but she hastily kicked the blanket off. Curling up, she cradled her belly, moaning as the pleasure from her wet dream continued to linger, her womb filled with fire.

This was all their fault.

Blake closed her eyes, a frown furrowing her brow. In her mind, she saw. She saw Jaune's lips plucking at Weiss' small, perky tits, her nipples pointed and wet with his saliva. She saw the way her teammate's face twisted in delight, her voice tinged with euphoria. She saw the curve of his cock, long and thick, his glans fat and swollen, leaking from the tip. She saw the way it flexed as his balls visibly contracted, tightening as it shot heavy, virile rounds against Weiss' belly, wasted.

He was big. So big. Bigger than...

Blake tried not to think it but she couldn't help it.

She didn't like to think about Adam. That way only led to pain and doubt, and to the past. To decisions made and not made, both good and bad. The White Fang, her parents, her friends... the attack on Beacon, and the group's involvement...

His involvement.

They had fought one another. It had been one of the hardest things she ever had to do, locking blades with someone she once cared so much for. It had terrified her, knowing how strong he was, that one false move could prove fatal. He had wanted to make her suffer, to make her pay for leaving. It had been much more than just a physical battle. It had been a battle of emotions.

Adam had been her mentor and her lover; her first. Even now, she could still feel the fear and uncertainty of her first time, as well as the exhilaration and admiration she had felt. They'd slept with each other often in those early days, learning each other's bodies, teenagers consumed by their passion. But all too quickly, things had changed. The advancement of the White Fang's radical ideals had been the first strain on their relationship, going far and beyond what Blake had found acceptable – but it was not the last. As things got worse and Adam fell into his hatred, their interactions became less loving and more aggressive. Whenever they spoke, it was with an undercurrent of anger, Adam becoming disillusioned further with their lack of progress. Their couplings left her sore and unsatisfied as he slaked his own lust and no more, using her as an outlet.

He never abused her.

But Blake had gone from desiring their encounters to dreading them, passion substituted for rage on his side and fear on hers, and there was nothing she could do to pull him back from the precipice. When he tipped over the edge, it was a gradual thing but it was done willingly. He embraced it wholeheartedly.

At that moment, he had been lost to her. She could never forget the pain in her heart as she had severed the train link and watched as they parted for the final time, no longer comrades, no longer friends or lovers, but enemies. Because from that moment forward, she was a traitor – and traitors needed to be silenced, to be put down.

Like an animal.

Comparing them was unfair. Jaune was just a friend. He wasn't her lover, she wasn't in love with him even if she found him attractive. She found plenty of people attractive! Many of them were her teammates! Their relationship was different. They were equals, classmates. He was one of the first who found out she was faunus beyond her team due to Ruby's blabber mouth but he didn't judge her. Even knowing she was part of the White Fang, he never once looked down on her past decisions, nor did he pretend to understand them. No, he'd only been concerned that she felt she had to hide who she really was from them.

He was... a good friend. The best.

He was warm. He was safe. Hard working. Caring. Empathetic. Loyal. Reliable. Attentive.

Well endowed.

It definitely didn't matter if Jaune's cock was bigger! It was just her stupid mind making her think stupid things. It was just the shock of catching him with Weiss, that was all. Her dirty mind was, as always, overactive and dumb. She was pent up, filled with sexual frustration and seeing them get off together may have made her a little jealous but not for any deep reason! She was just horny.

It also didn't help that Weiss was also being stupid as well!

Blake scowled, their conversation playing over in her mind. When she was fed up with something, Weiss never minced words. She was blunt and brutal, and often didn't care if she hurt feelings in the process.

That was the kind of heiress she had been faced with.

"So," Weiss began as Jaune disappeared into the treeline, his bare back fading from view. Blake had been doing her best to appear busy though in reality, she'd just been going over and over her things in an endless loop, unpacking and packing the luggage she'd managed to salvage. "Are you going to tell me what the matter is?"

Her hands paused, tightening around the material of one of her tops. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Her teammate scoffed.

"That isn't going to work with me," she sounded very unimpressed. "Why are you treating Jaune like he stole the last piece of fish? As far as I know, he hasn't done anything to earn your ire."

Blake turned her head and glared at Weiss. "I'm not treating him any differently," she then thought over what Weiss said. "And just because I'm a cat faunus doesn't mean you had to make this about fish!"

"Stop stalling," Weiss snapped and Blake blinked, taken aback by the hint of anger. "He doesn't deserve this."

Blake opened her mouth and then closed it again, looking away with a huff.

No, he didn't deserve it. But why did her chest hurt so? It wasn't the first time she'd seen them together, and she knew what they were doing when they snuck away so why did catching them make her feel like this? Like it was difficult to breathe, her heart heavy in a way she scarcely understood.

She felt off kilter. It didn't help that her hormones were all over the place.

Something must have shown in her expression because Weiss hummed in surprise. "Hah? Now why would you be looking so sorry for yourself like that? Did you figure something out?"

Blake turned away. "This is none of your business."

"Yeah, no. Not happening, Blake," Weiss moved closer until she was standing right over her, shielding her from the sun. "I thought maybe you were beginning to be honest with yourself but this is something else, isn't it?"

"Honest with myself?" she couldn't help but ask.

"You know what I'm talking about," Weiss returned. "Jaune."

"What about him?"

"Do I really need to spell it out?"

Not this again.

"Yes, fine – I've already said I find him attractive," her heart skipped a beat. "But what does this have to do with anything?"

"It's more than that."

"Stop projecting," Blake said crossly.

Weiss arched an eyebrow. "So then why are you treating him like a leper?"

"I'm not!"

She was.

And she didn't even know why.

"This is getting ridiculous," Weiss rolled her eyes. "Stop running away and tell the truth—"

"I saw you two, okay?" she blurted.

Weiss blinked.

"Yes, you already told me."

Blake clenched her fists. "Not then. Yesterday... after our training, when I went to bathe... I saw you two again."

She watched as blood rushed to Weiss' cheeks, her face burning.

"O-Oh," she mumbled, looking shy all of a sudden.

They stared at one another awkwardly.

"You've got a really bad habit of watching, don't you?"

"I didn't mean to see it!"

"How much did you see?"

Blake hesitated and that told Weiss more than enough.

"You're a little pervert, aren't you?"

Weiss really was the worst sometimes.

"Maybe you should pick a better spot next time," Blake returned, voice rough. "What would the world think if they found out Weiss Schnee was letting a boy suck her chest out in the open like that?"

"I don't care what the world thinks," Weiss declared.

Blake doubted that very much. "Since when?"

"Since now," Weiss glared at her. "We're here, they aren't. We can do what we want. Who would ever know?"

Just themselves. Where was she going with this?

"Blake," Weiss then sighed tiredly. "You can be honest with me."

Blake felt her annoyance build.

"Honest how?" she asked angrily. "What do you want me to say? That I like Jaune? That I have feelings for him? What if I do? Let's say that I like him – no, let's say that I love him," she didn't. She didn't! "Why the hell would you want me to admit to that? How does that help at all? Aren't you two together now? You don't strike me as the type to have a casual fling, Weiss – you aren't that type of girl. So why would you ever want me to admit that I have a thing for Jaune? Wouldn't that just complicate matters?"

Weiss knelt in front of her, and the expression on her face was tender, soft. Blake made to lean back but the heiress reached out, slender fingers lightly brushing a strand of hair back away from her face.

"I know how it feels to keep it bottled up," she said softly, and Blake felt her mouth go dry as Weiss' smooth palm caressed her cheek. "To be unsure. To think it might be better to not say anything at all. To try and convince myself that it wasn't real. It's all rubbish. I've seen that look on your face before, Blake."

"Where?"

"On my own face," Weiss then laughed. "I was in denial for the longest time. How couldn't I be? This is the boy – the man – I rejected so thoroughly. I couldn't like him. Not after all of that. I refused to accept it – until I saw."

"Saw what?"

"It was just a simple photo," Weiss shrugged. "A couple of them, actually. Velvet... you know how she is. Always going around, snapping shots when people aren't aware. She's lucky she's a cute girl and has a legitimate reason for doing what she does. Otherwise I would have been very cross," Weiss grinned then, a little bashful. "One day she came to me, wanting to show me some pictures she had taken. She thought they came out really well and wanted my opinion, seeing as I was in them. As soon as I saw them, I knew."

Blake swallowed. "What did you see?"

"It was just us. Team RWBY. Team JNPR. Together. We often are, aren't we?" Weiss then looked away, towards the ocean. "But something I noticed was in almost every single one of them, I was looking at only one person."

"...Jaune?"

Weiss nodded. "And the expression on my face? Well – it was hard to ignore. Hard to explain away. It was why Velvet came to me and not anyone else. She saw it as well. It was clear to me then – just as it is clear to me now. I see the same look on your face, day after day."

"You – You're wrong," she protested weakly. "Weiss, really..."

"If I'm wrong, then I'm wrong," Weiss stood then, brushing off her legs. Blake missed the warmth of her hand. "But I don't think I am. I'd bet my entire trust fund on it."

"Even if you're right, what do you expect me to do about it?"

"To be honest," was it really that simple? "That's all I want. There is no one here to judge you."

"You're here."

"And I think I've already established that I won't, so don't use me as an excuse," Weiss then reached out, offering a hand. "But first? You need to apologize to him. He thinks he has upset you and he's worried. He doesn't deserve that, Blake."

She cringed and after a second, she grabbed Weiss' small, dainty hand and allowed herself to be pulled to her feet. Weiss was a lot stronger than her size would indicate."I didn't mean to make him feel that way."

"I know. You're just dumb."

"Hey..."

"But we can fix it. He just needs to know that you don't hate him."

Blake hunched over. "You're enjoying this a little, aren't you?"

Weiss clicked her tongue. "Of course, even though you are really annoying sometimes."

She wasn't holding back.

"How about we get things ready around here and then go see him."

Blake frowned. "Isn't he bathing?"

"We can join him," Weiss said flippantly, and when Blake looked at her, she saw that Weiss was being completely serious.

"What?"

True to her word, that is exactly what they did. Blake wasn't sure how her teammate had convinced her to do it but after making sure their camp was in order and collecting their dinner, they'd gone to him and she had explained.

It had been difficult to concentrate. Seeing him in the water, close enough to touch – it had been bad enough when they'd been in different pools, unable to look away as they'd caught a glimpse of his cute butt. This time, all she had to do was look down and through the water, she'd have been able to make out that fat cock he boasted...

Blake hissed.

Maybe Yang was right. Maybe she read too many smutty books and it was rotting her brain.

Her body still felt achy, the remnants of her dream slow to fade. She had cooled down a little bit, though. Enough to take stock of her surroundings and realize that it really was warmer tonight, the usual chill absent. There was a sliver of moonlight coming from the entrance of their hut, though she didn't need such things to see. As a cat faunus, she could see in the dark almost as well as she could see during the day. Rolling over, she snuggled into the blanket before she froze.

She was alone.

Propping herself up on one arm, she stared at the empty spots next to her. Jaune, Weiss, they were both gone and when she placed her hand down, it was cool to the touch. They'd been gone for a while now.

She couldn't believe she hadn't noticed this earlier. Straining her hearing, she heard the faint rustle of a gentle breeze passing through the leaves above, and the rhythmic crashing of waves against the sandy beach. Getting to her feet, she moved towards the door and peered out, scanning their camp.

Empty.

The broken moon hung large in the sky, illuminating everything in a silver hue. Blake stared at it in wonder, captivated by its size and beauty. Since they'd been here, it had either been missing entirely or hidden by cloud, so this was the first time she'd seen it in all its splendor.

It was magnificent. It reminded her of home.

But where were the others?

"Weiss?" she asked. "Jaune?"

There was no response.

Worry bloomed in her breast, driving her feet forward. The signal fire they'd lit was still going strong, only partially consumed. If she had to judge, it was probably two or three in the morning at most, still hours away from sunrise.

Where would they have gone?

It didn't take her long to find them.

She opened her mouth to call out – and then the words died in her throat.

The pair were by the waters edge, the shattered moon their backdrop. Free of clothing, they stood together, entwined as their lips moved as one. Weiss was standing on her toes, face upturned as Jaune greedily devoured her, his strong hands pawing at her slim waist and the gentle curve of her hip. His cock was hard and long, pressed against her tummy as she rolled her body against him, fingers threaded through his short blond hair, clutching at the back of his head desperately.

Once again, she had stumbled upon an intimate moment. It seemed they couldn't keep their hands off each other.

Blake couldn't look away. Her mind told her to leave, to turn around and go back inside, lay down and go to sleep. She didn't need to see this. Hadn't she seen enough?

But her feet remained rooted to the ground, her eyes refusing to budge. She traced Weiss' sleek, toned physique, raking over her trim body, lingering on her bubble butt, her small, upturned tits. They drank in the sight of Jaune's firm, strong body, his muscles defined and powerful but not bulky. He was the very picture of a Huntsman; a warrior.

They were both so attractive but together? They were as captivating as the moon, drawing her in until she couldn't escape their hold.

One of Jaune's hands slipped down and around, squeezing a big handful of her sculpted ass. Weiss arched her back in pleasure, her lower lip caught between his teeth, stretching as her moan tickled her, her cat ears flicking as it filtered through her. Weiss pulled herself up using nothing but his neck, her body sliding up and up, her long, toned legs opening up and wrapping around his waist. Jaune easily handled her weight, his cock now trapped against her core and with a deep throb that reignited her previous lust, Blake whined, grabbing her belly.

Their tongues curled together, their kissing becoming increasingly heated. Weiss' body shuddered as he stroked and caressed her back, fingers light upon her spine. Ankles crossed behind his thighs, the heiress began gyrating her hips, grinding her pelvis against him. Blake saw his muscles tense, the hand on her butt digging in, his fingers sinking further into the work of art that was her ass.

Blake couldn't remain idle. Not with the way her body thrummed, her blood rushing through her. The hand resting on her belly moved lower, slipping into her pants. Her heated core, slick from her dream, pounded against her hand as she cupped herself, sighing as she parted her petals. They were drenched, sticky, sensitive, her legs trembling as she slowly rubbed circles around her twitching entrance.

What was she doing...?

Jaune's lips were now feathering down Weiss' jaw and neck, sucking and nipping. Weiss threw her head back in bliss, her hips continuing to move, long, firm grinds from the base of his cock to the very tip, almost like she was riding him. Her small breasts shook, presented eagerly. Blake groaned softly as he worked his way down over her collarbone before sealing his lips around a pert, tight nipple, ripping a cry of delight from the heiresses throat.

Weak kneed, Blake had to kneel, her clit throbbing against her palm. Wetting her fingers thoroughly, she smeared it across her swollen labia, squeezing her springy flesh before moving higher, and higher, until she teased the apex of her sex, tickling the hood of her clitoris.

Fuck, it felt so good. Already poised from her wet dream, Blake could already tell that it wasn't going to take much. She was already primed, her core tightening deliciously, the moist pads of her fingers passing over her sensitive pearl. Pleasure sparked through her, up her spine and into her brain, a needy whine filling the air.

She wanted to cum. She wanted to cum so bad it hurt.

Jaune was sucking and pulling at Weiss' diminutive chest now, almost sucking her entire breast into his mouth. Weiss' moans grew in intensity, her movements becoming more aggressive as she humped against him. His hands cupped her ribs, splayed across her torso, only highlighting how small she was compared to him and something slick and dark trickled out of Blake's cunt, silky and molten hot.

Slowly, Jaune lowered them to the firm sand and with a jolt of heady desire, Blake realized what was about to happen.

They were going to have sex.

This was no longer just fleeting touches and foreplay.

Jaune was going to fuck Weiss.

She couldn't look away.

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