Pyrrha entered the hotel first, attempting to act as inconspicuous as possible but it wasn't always easy when you were an internationally renowned athlete. It was a nice establishment with a doorman, a lobby well furnished with couches and a small eatery, a number of patrons indulging in evening supper. She made her way over to the elevator, and thankfully she went unnoticed and unrecognized. Pressing a finger to the button to call the elevator, she glanced around quickly and saw Jaune enter, approaching the reception desk.
He was so handsome and he didn't even know it.
The elevator doors opened with a ding, and she struggled to control her hands as they began to shake. With some effort, she tore her gaze off Jaune and entered, her breathing a little uneven.
She was at the end of her tether.
Pyrrha had tried so hard. So, so hard. Her attraction to Jaune had been a sudden thing, their relationship quickly transitioning from strangers, to reluctant partners, to true friends – and when she began fantasizing about his hands on her body, touching her, squeezing her hips and breasts, kissing her with those lovely lips of his, those blue eyes dark with passion as he gazed at her…
...Pyrrha had always struggled with her heat, but it had never been directed at someone before. It had always been a general thing, her body telling her that it wished to breed. Now? Her heart had an object it desired, and it was so much more potent.
She just became so damn horny. Pyrrha always felt like the lowest of beasts, wanting to press her desperate, needy cunt against the nearest surface and rut like a maniac. It felt like ants were crawling all over her, inside her, across her throbbing clitoris, a never ending torture. She despised the feeling, being so out of control. Her training always emphasized control. Control your emotions, control your actions, control your body, control your opponent. It was how she had lived her life for so long now. Anything else was alien, unwanted.
But her body would not comply with her wishes now. It refused.
It was maddening. Everything in her life was organized, set neatly. Just because she felt a sweltering heat in her snatch, just because her womb melted around Jaune at the worst times didn't mean she could give in to such temptations.
Temptations led one astray. That was something her mother had taught her. It was born of her mother's experience with her father. A moment of bliss, followed by consequences.
Pyrrha didn't want that.
But sometimes it just felt impossible.
When Jaune started dating Li and Nora, Pyrrha had been honestly happy. She was glad for her friends, and relieved that she had something to latch onto, something to set herself straight in her most unreasonable moments. Jaune was a taken man. He belonged to someone else – not just one person, but two. He had two beautiful, amazing girlfriends. It didn't matter how much her pussy leaked and begged to be filled by his cock, about how her dreams were filled with his hard, muscular body manhandling her in a way she'd never experienced before, it didn't matter.
She would never betray her friends.
But as happy as she was, it also hurt.
Why couldn't she just once take what she wanted, without thinking about the consequences of her actions? Why did she have to live her life in such a regimented, controlled manner? What would it feel like to just… let go, let loose, and take, take, take…
But she wouldn't. Not ever.
So she thought.
And then those two beautiful, amazing girlfriends came to her and said…
"Jaune could help you ride out your heat, if you want," Li suggested.
Pyrrha had wanted to be appalled. She was shocked. Taken aback. But she knew she should do the proper thing and decline, push back against this idea. It was dangerous. If she took an inch… there was no telling how far she would go.
"We know you like him. That you've had feelings for Jaune since the beginning of term," Nora smiled gently without a hint of mocking, without a hint of humor. She was being serious. "If you want, he would be more than happy to help."
They ganged up on her. They gave her the worst possible thing; hope.
Pyrrha avoided him. She couldn't help it. Having Li and Nora pressing her to take the chance, to open herself up, to claim what she so deeply desired… it scared her. Pyrrha could feel her control slipping whenever she was around him, even in class. She could smell him everywhere in their shared room. His scent was infused into every object. She could smell the remnants of his activities with Li and Nora, that heady musk of sex.
His bed was especially bad. In her weakest moments, she just couldn't help but bury her nose in his blankets, in his pillow and just… breathe him in. That deep musk, that of a man – and the tangy scent of dirty, filthy fucking. In those moments, she was taken somewhere else entirely, her mind blanking out as her hands touched her gushing slit.
And then he came to her, at first challenging her, pressing her buttons like he'd never done before. She'd been furious with him. Didn't he understand? But then… like the sweetheart he was, he invited her on a date, soothing her, being the man she knew he was…
She was finished.
Weiss Schnee was the sole person in her life that knew how to break her calm. It had always infuriated her. Pyrrha knew why. They were one and the same, in so many ways. Not just their faunus traits, the pair of them both vixens. They lived their lives in much the same manner. Control. Discipline. Poise.
Not only that.
They were both lonely.
And then here comes Jaune Arc, a human – and he blows all that up. Pyrrha wasn't stupid. She knew Weiss felt similarly for Jaune. Pyrrha could see it in the way she looked at him, the way she spoke to him. Even when she was cutting, Pyrrha could detect the warmth underneath. Those pale blue eyes might as well have been emerald green, a mirror of her own.
Jaune was the second person that could break Pyrrha's calm. It was no less infuriating but much more welcome.
They were about to have sex.
She pressed her forehead to the wall of the elevator, attempting to cool off. Thankfully no one else approached the open doors until Jaune joined her, and instantly she was filled with his scent. Her skin prickled with goosebumps, the hair on her neck standing on end. She wanted to seize him here, now, pin him to the wall and ravage his mouth. She wanted to unbuckle his pants and pull out his cock, and see it.
How big was it? What did it look like? How was it shaped? The pleased, satisfied expressions of Li and Nora flashed through her mind, the expressions of women well and truly fucked.
That is what she wanted. More than anything.
Her hands balled into fists.
"Pyrrha?" Jaune questioned, watching her as she pressed her forehead harder against the wall. He reached over and pressed the number for their floor, and when the doors slid shut, he approached her. He placed a hand on her shoulder and she tensed, her tail swishing across his legs. "Are you okay?"
When she turned to face him, he almost took a step back. Her gorgeous green eyes were almost entirely black, the pupil having expanded and swallowing the iris. That sharpness to her features had returned, and when her tongue darted out to wet her lips, soft, pink and wet, Jaune felt his dick begin to swell.
"Jaune," she whispered wretchedly.
"Yeah?"
"Kiss me," she demanded weakly. "Kiss me!"
Grabbing her hip, he pulled her in and she fell into him gladly. Jaune kissed her, their lips coming together harshly. Pyrrha made a sound low in her throw, thrilled – and then her mouth was opening, Jaune's tongue slipping between her lips and tasting her deeply. He could taste the strawberry ice cream, velvety smooth, and something else, Pyrrha's own taste. Jaune deepened the kiss, lips moving hungrily, his cock growing in his pants as her wonderful body rolled against him, her hands grabbing at his back.
Pyrrha couldn't think, dazed, her jaw moving as he plundered her mouth relentlessly, their tongues twirling together. She'd never felt so weak in her life, almost limp in his arms, the fire in her belly roaring as if doused with fuel.
When he bit her lip, she shuddered, a moan escaping her that went straight to his dick. He was instantly like steel, and Pyrrha felt it press against her lower belly. She gasped, feeling how hot it was even through his pants, how hard.
She'd done that to him.
She did.
She made his cock hard.
It felt like an age, their mouths moving wetly, her tongue going numb as he assaulted it. When the elevator came to a sudden halt, Jaune pulled away from her and she gasped for air, her chest heaving. Gazing at him, she saw his lips were slightly reddened, slick with her saliva and something clenched deep in her belly.
She wanted him. She wanted it. She wanted to fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She wanted to get fucked. Pyrrha wanted his cock inside her pussy, and she wanted him to breed her. Her body screamed for it, her panties already drenched. She could feel them, sodden and sticky, plastered to her vulva. She'd been wet half the night but now she was a flood.
Sex. Sex. Sex.
"Come on," he said, voice lower; dark. Her nipples crinkled aggressively. "Our room is just over here."
Pyrrha stumbled with weak legs, Jaune hauling her over to their room. A card flashed across the reader and the door opened, and then they were inside. It was like a switch flipped inside her as the door clicked shut and with a surge of strength, she grabbed him and slammed him against the door. There was nothing gentle about it, his head cracking against the wood.
"Woah," he exclaimed – and then his voice was swallowed as she kissed him. Their lips slid together again, hungrily. Pyrrha felt manic, frenzied. Her hands tore at his clothing, her insides pulsing with a growing sense of urgency, her molten core leaking messily into her panties. When his strong, powerful hands palmed her ass and squeezed, she moaned, surrendering to his tongue as it plundered her mouth with relentless zeal.
She'd never lost on the battlefield but this was a different type of battle, one she had no experience in. Whenever she tried to exert some type of control, Jaune overpowered her. He lifted her off the ground effortlessly and her tummy swooped, her pussy clenching as her legs hastily wrapped around his waist. He carried her like she weighed no more than a pillow, fingers digging into her plump ass. Her arms wrapped around his neck, deepening their kiss.
"Is this what you've been – mm~! - waiting for all this time?" he said between kisses, biting her lip hard enough to bruise. She shuddered, legs tightening and pulling his bulge against her heated slit. "You want me to ravish you, is that it?"
"Ahn~!" Pyrrha cried out as he shifted his hips, grinding his rigid cock against her pussy. "J-Jaune~!"
"Do you want me to pin you down and fuck you like a dirty little vixen slut?" the words were foreign, coming from his mouth, and yet they fell from his lips so easily. "Is that it, huh? You want a man that can throw you around and dominate you, breed you?"
"Fuck yes," she hissed, bucking against him as he walked her through their room and into the bedroom. His body was so hard and firm, powerful. His muscles bulged, and for the first time in her life, Pyrrha felt small.
"What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to fuck me," she begged, whatever dignity, whatever pride she claimed to have discarded as her blood roared in her ears, her heart pounding in her chest, in her pussy, in her clit. "Jaune, please, I want you to fuck me like the dirty little bitch that I am."
"I saw you touching yourself," he admitted, and mortification mixed with pure, unadulterated lust. It was a potent cocktail of emotion, lancing through her and striking her deep. "All over my bed, rolling around, smelling my pillows, I saw it."
"No," she sobbed, while her body screamed yes.
"Did it smell that good?" he asked, kissing her jaw, her neck. When his teeth scraped across her skin, she almost screamed.
"Yesssss," she seethed, and then they were falling.
Her back hit the bed, his clothed cock grinding right across her clit. Pyrrha groaned deeply, seeing stars. Her thighs tensed, feet locked behind his back as she cradled him against her, his lips scorching a trail down her neck and across her collarbone.
When he started nipping at the swells of her breasts, she couldn't take it any more. Her clothes felt stifling.
"Undress me," she commanded weakly. He laughed darkly but untangled himself from her, grabbing the hem of her sleeveless shirt. When his knuckles brushed over her stomach, her abs tensed, her arms lifting up as he pulled it up over her head, revealing her heaving tits.
They were cupped by a lacy black bra, pert and inviting. Jaune buried his face in her cleavage, inhaling, licking at her sweaty skin. Pyrrha squirmed, panting deliriously.
"Take it off," she gasped, her back arching as his hands slipped around and found the clasp. It snapped open and nearly shot off her chest, her large breasts spreading with natural sag. Jaune felt his shaft harden even more as he removed the black material, her glorious tits revealed to him for the first time.
Her nipples were slightly reddish, wide and puffy, the tips a little inset. Not inverted but sunken, almost. The areola were crinkled with arousal, the surrounding flesh pale; so pale that he could see a hint of the blue webbing veins underneath.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he groaned.
Her stomach was toned to perfection, her abs flexing with every gasping breath. Her bellybutton was not quite an outie, her hip bones stretching the skin of her hips. His hands caressed her skin lovingly and she shivered, green eyes rolling up into her head.
"Is this where you feel it?" he asked, fingers circling just underneath her bellybutton. "Is this where your heat bothers you?"
"Mhm~!" she hummed, nodding as he put some pressure on her stomach. He was kneading the skin right above her womb, and it throbbed in excitement. "Ah~!"
"I'm going to remove your pants now," he said, and she released her hold on him, her legs falling open to let him do as he pleased. His fingers felt hot on her skin as he unbuttoned her jeans, dragging the tight material down her toned legs.
Jaune was instantly hit with a wave of musk, deep and heady. Her panties – black and lacy, expensive, designed to tease and drive men wild – were sodden, sticky, plastered to her vulva. He breathed her in as he tugged her jeans free, stroking her feet, her calves, relishing how smooth her skin was. Pyrrha gazed up at him with such a broken expression, raw, open.
As much as he wanted to see her completely bare, he decided to undress instead. He removed his shirt, tossing it aside carelessly. He saw her eyes sharpen, devouring him with an intensity that made his cock flex in his pants. Kicking off his shoes, he removed his pants until he matched her, in nothing but his underwear.
Pyrrha stared at the bulge of his boxer-briefs, tenting obscenely. She was filled with a desire to take him, take him now, pin him down and reveal that cock and ride him until her hips gave out, and his potent, virile load packed her uterus, drenching her insides in his human seed. But one look at his eyes crippled her, feeling weak as he towered over her.
"This is what you've been craving, isn't it?" he asked, palming his crotch. "You've been rubbing your little pussy, thinking about this?"
She nodded quickly.
"Tell me," he ordered.
He had no idea where this was coming from. The words just naturally tumbled from his mouth, taking charge. Jaune supposed that his growing experience had something to do with it, having sex with Nora, Li, and then both of them together, watching Li force Nora's mouth down to the base of his cock as she choked, railing his goat faunus girlfriend until she was limp. Pyrrha wanted to be taken in hand, led along this path with Jaune in control. He could see it in her expressions, in her soulful eyes – and so that is what he would give her.
"I want your cock," she pleaded, opening her legs even wider, presenting her upturned, panty-clad pussy eagerly. Her tail swung back and forth across the bed, between his legs, and the soft fur brushing his skin made him feel tingly. "Please, Jaune? I want your cock. Put your cock in here, fuck me, use me, fill me with your hot cum," she cupped her weighty breasts, jostling them up and down. "Don't you want to? Don't you want to breed my little pussy and make me carry your children?"
Pyrrha tweaked her nipples, gasping. Jaune throbbed between his legs, balls tight, heavy.
"Can I have it?" she asked. "Can I? Can I? Please? Can I have it inside me, please? Please?"
Slowly, carefully, he slipped his fingers under the waistband of his underwear. Pyrrha held her breath, heart bouncing off her ribcage as he agonizingly pulled his boxer-briefs down his thighs. The material caught on his length, stretching, driving her insane.
She just wanted to see it.
They stretched, and stretched – until with a sudden jerk, his dick sprung free with a vigorous leap. Pyrrha leered as it came into view, her insides coiling tightly as the penis that had deflowered her teammates and friends was within her sight.
It was big. It was really, really big – long, thick, handsome. Curved upwards, it jutted from his crotch lewdly, powerfully. The shaft was wide and strong, riddled with bulging veins. His crown was even wider, the ridge of his glans overhanging the width of his girth, the mushroom tip flushed red and glossy with pre-ejaculate. The skin underneath the head was stretched taut, and his cock bobbed up and down as it flexed. Around the base, there were fine blond hairs and his balls – they were fat, pulled tight against the underside, filled with his sperm.
Sperm that would soon be inside her.
This handsome cock was about to steal her virginity. This handsome cock was going to pound her, fuck her deep, touch her in places that had never been touched before. She was going to ride this handsome cock until she couldn't move any longer, until her vaunted stamina was reduced to nothing, and all that remained was a quivering, twitching mess of a girl, brain fucked stupid.
One hand left her chest, reaching for him. Pyrrha moaned as she grasped him, feeling how hot his shaft was. The skin was silken smooth, her hand pumping up and down effortlessly. She felt its power when it flexed, tensing, hardening. Her vagina pulsed, needy.
Jaune sighed as she awkwardly stroked him, her grip strong. More pre-cum oozed from the tip, drooling onto her hand. Mesmerized, he let her jerk him off for a few minutes, watching her desire build even higher.
"Do you want to taste it?" he finally asked.
Pyrrha's mouth went dry. "Yes. I want – I want it."
Jaune slipped his knees off the bed, letting his underwear fall to the ground. Kicking them away, he stood at attention, muscular body on full display. He was the picture of a warrior, come to claim her, and Pyrrha moaned.
"On your knees," he urged and she slid to the floor, sitting at his feet, gazing up at him with a slightly cock drunk expression. He hung above her face, casting a shadow. "Tonight, this is all for you."
Up close, all she could smell was his cock. It smelt like Jaune but stronger, more potent. Leaning in, she buried her nose against the base, sniffing deeply. It rubbed against her cheek as it pointed over her shoulder. She nuzzled it, marking her face with his scent, smearing his pre-cum over her forehead, the bridge of her nose, the rise of her cheeks. It felt heavy.
"It smells so good," she uttered, lips pressed to his balls. She inhaled slowly, deeply, holding it, before shuddering, releasing it. Her mouth watered, her pussy leaking. "Mmng, Jaune – haaaah, haah, haah~! Hnnmg – so good. Mm, it smells so strong."
This was the scent of a powerful man. Her man. He was her man, now, right? He had three women, now. It was a mark of how amazing he was, how manly and strong. Pyrrha panted harshly.
"Go on," Jaune urged, turned on beyond belief as Pyrrha Nikos rubbed his meat across her face, completely cowed by his length. It stoked his ego. "Suck my cock, Pyrrha."
She had no idea what she was doing. Pyrrha knew that people did this but she was a complete novice, and had little frame of reference. All she had were her fantasies, and so she called upon those lusty thoughts, those most lurid dreams.
Jaune groaned in pleasure as her soft lips pecked the tip, smearing his discharge across her mouth. When her tongue lashed out, his dick jerked, the sensation sharp, lightning up his spine. Growing bold, she leaned in, lips parting and Jaune's eyes shut as molten, wet heat embraced his glans.
"That's it," he whispered. "That's it, Pyrrha. Suck my dick, baby. Do it for me."
Pyrrha tensed her lips around him, cradled his crown with her tongue. Sinking a little further down, she retreated with a sturdy suck. His toes curled into the carpet.
She didn't have the slightly rough tongue of Nora, and her mouth wasn't as small as Li's – but her suction was stronger, her mouth hotter. Blistering. Placing his hands on his hips, he pressed forward with his hips and groaned when he sunk a little deeper into her mouth.
Her movements were stilted at first, awkward, unsure. Filled with desire but unpractised, she slurped at him, head bobbing up and down. Pyrrha was a very quick learner, however – and it wasn't long before her rhythm evened out, finding a nice, relaxed tempo, her tongue lapping at the undercarriage as she sucked, cheeks caving in.
His taste dominated her, that tangy saltiness as he leaked over her tongue, infusing her taste buds. This was Jaune's taste. She had Jaune's cock in her mouth. She was sucking his cock. Sucking his cock.
Even though she was the one pleasuring Jaune, Pyrrha felt her tender quim melting. One of her hands encircled the base of his dick, holding it steady while the other slipped inside her underwear, finding her crotch flooded. She mewled as damp fingertips brushed her clit, the vibrations causing Jaune's dick to swell.
"Shit," Jaune cursed. "That feels so good, Pyrrha. You're a good girl, aren't you?"
She hummed an affirmative, slurping.
"Get me nice and ready for you," he threaded his fingers through her hair before finding her fox ears. When he stroked them, she stiffened, almost swallowing him too deep. Jaune felt her head jerk, taking him deeper, his tip grinding along the roof of her mouth before threatening her throat. "Fuck, that was good."
Pyrrha sucked off him with a pop, gasping. Spit stretched between his cock and her mouth, mixed with his pre-cum. It bounced and slapped her on the cheek, her green eyes watering. Almost in a panic, she quickly slurped it back between her lips.
The way her lips stretched around his fat glans, tugging on his crown on every up suck, before plunging down, her tongue writhing around him, it was magnificent. Pyrrha Nikos, on her knees, sucking his cock with such a desperate expression on her face. His balls churned with desire, his potent seed bubbling, wanting nothing more to shoot into her body, to fulfill its purpose.
She shivered as her fumbling fingers parted her puffy labia and stroked her wet slit, curling to enter her clutching entrance. Her pussy throbbed around her probing fingers, sucking on them, needy, eager for something. She finger fucked herself up to the knuckle before stroking herself just right, raking her finger tips across her swelling g-spot, that rough patch of flesh that made her sing. Her sucking mouth became ravenous, her head moving faster, harder, taking him deeper.
For minutes on end, the room was filled with the obscene sound of her messy blowjob and her pumping fingers, schlick, schlick, schlick, proof of her arousal meeting his ears. Saliva spilled around the seal of her soft lips, dripping down his shaft and over his tense balls.
Jaune could feel that tightening in his loins, the ultimate goal, his climax building. A knot of pressure deep in his gut, and in the base of his flexing shaft. But he wasn't content to just blow his load down her throat, and he knew that Pyrrha wanted it somewhere else. Not in her stomach but inside her womb.
He let her slurp and pump his cock with her hand for a few more minutes, enthralled with her lewd blowjob face before backing off, pulling his pounding length from her mouth. Pyrrha made a sound of protest, a needy whine as her other hand continued to assault her snatch.
"J-Jaune, no," she begged him, reaching for him but he stepped away. Her eyes gazed up at him, upset. Her mouth quivered, almost as if she was about to cry. "Why…?"
"It's time I took care of you," he said, giving her crotch a pointed look. "Wouldn't you rather this thing there instead of your fingers?"
He gave his dick a shake, taking it by the base. Pyrrha stared at it, admiring its curve, its flushed tip, the rugged veins, that bulging undercarriage.
She did. Her fingers weren't enough.
Pyrrha removed her hand from her panties, her fingers drenched. Her vagina ached at the loss but soon, it would be filled with something much better. Strands of her thick arousal bridged between her fingers and she showed him, spreading her fingers apart.
"Look what you do to me," she groaned. Her eyes burned. "Please, Jaune~!"
Jaune hauled her up onto the bed effortlessly, manhandling her how she wished. Pyrrha hissed as he removed her panties, revealing her cunt to his eyes. Her mons protruded proudly, carpeted in a wreath of fire, as crimson as her hair atop her head. It was neatly trimmed, well taken care of, set above her weeping, puffy slit. Her vulva was flushed with arousal, her pale skin ruddy, slick with arousal and swollen. Her inner labia curled from within like a flower petal, blooming open invitingly. It was the cutest shade of pink, innocent, untouched, begging for him.
He didn't think it was possible for his cock to get any harder.
She spread her legs submissively, reaching for him with grasping fingers. "Please, fuck me, mmnn, I want it, Jaune, fuck me, put that fat cock inside me, I need it," her hands framed her pussy on both sides, stretching herself open. "Put it right here~!"
Jaune crawled atop her, his length slapping down on her mons and across her belly. Pyrrha shivered, seeing how big it was against her body, how far it would reach inside her. Something hot and slick shuddered loose inside her, gushing from her twitching entrance.
"Please," she gasped.
Jaune swiped the blunt tip of his cock through her wetness, up and down, over her clit, making her writhe in pleasure. Pressing down, he pressured her entrance, finding her tight despite her finger's efforts to ready herself.
Pyrrha whimpered as he pressed into her, her hole stretching to accommodate. There was a slight pinch of pain as his grans managed to slip within, and then a crooning moan as he thrust his hips, moving deeper. Her insides tightened around him, her walls coiling as he rocked his hips, working himself deeper into her body.
Even though Li was much smaller than her, Pyrrha's pussy was tight like a vice, her abs clenching as he tried to pry her open. She was also blistering hot, melting around his cock as he shifted, changing his angle of penetration. Seizing her waist, he squeezed as he pulled her pelvis flush with his, pounding deep into her in one, brutal thrust.
Pyrrha's back bowed, body coming up off the bed as he cradled her pelvis against his own, his cock spearing her to the hilt. A howl of pleasure bounced off the ceiling, her large tits shaking as his dick kissed the mouth to her womb. There was a moment where she couldn't breathe, feeling so full in a way she'd never known before but always desired. It felt like a steel rod had been inserted, burning her from within as it rested against her cervix.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly, stroking her beautiful pale skin. Palming the underside of her heaving breasts, he squeezed them, fingers sinking in deeply. Her thighs trembled wildly, body pulled taut.
He was inside her. He was finally inside her.
It was the final straw.
Something within her gave out. Pyrrha heard it snap, a twang in the deepest recesses of her mind. Jaune grunted as her cunt compressed around him, and in an incredible show of core strength, her legs wrapped around his waist and she pulled herself up with nothing more than her torso. Jaune hastily grabbed her ass as her chest aligned with his, and now she was sitting on his cock as he knelt on the bed, wrapped around him like a pretzel.
"Pyrrha…?" he got out before her mouth opened wide and sharp teeth gleamed, moments before they latched onto his shoulder and bit down hard.
Jaune hissed as his skin was punctured, his cock stiffening in shock. The pain was sudden and sharp, but then her hips jerked back, rising up, pulling him from her depths, wringing him out like an old cloth.
"Oh," he groaned, feeling every rippling grasp of her silken pussy until with a sharp clap, she snapped her hips and buried him to the hilt once again, their stomachs slapping together audibly. Pyrrha's entire body tensed as his cock punched into her cervix, a brutal, deep shot that tore a moan from her mouth, vibrating through the hold her teeth had on his shoulder.
And then she did it again, and again, and again, back and forth, up and down, gripping him like a well oiled fist, the sensation of her impossibly tight snatch dragging itself along his cock making him see stars.
"Yesssssss," she hissed, unlatching her mouth from his shoulder to lick at his skin greedily. Her hips pistoned against him, powerful, unrelenting. Her nails dug into his back, raking brutal lines down his skin. "Mmngg~! Hnng~! Ahnn~! D-Deeper~! Mmng, fuck me deeper~!"
It took him a moment to get over the shock of her sudden aggression, Pyrrha finally succumbing to her heat utterly. Tightening his hold on her butt, he began to meet her reckless, jerking hips with powerful thrusts of his own, timing them to meet in the middle. She howled again as they clapped together with bruising force, Jaune groaning in bliss as her vagina convulsed around him.
There was nothing sweet about it. It was pure, unadulterated fucking, their fit, muscled bodies fueling their mindless rutting. The room was filled with clapping flesh, and the sloshing of her drenched, sodden pussy being plowed by his girth.
"Pyrrha," he panted, kissing her neck. She returned the gesture by biting him again, even harder than the first time. The pain mixed with pleasure, only stoking his lust higher.
They mated as if in a frenzy, their skin quickly dampening with sweat. Her body felt incredibly hot against him, as if he was embracing the sun, her tail going berserk everytime he plunged into her body to the hilt. It swung wildly, her cries of ecstasy growing louder.
"Fuck me~!" she screamed, raking her nails down his back as she threw her head back. "Hnng~! Nnngg~! F-Fuck me right there~! Ouh~! Hmmm~! Haaaah, haaah, aaahn~!? Jaune, right there, haaah, right – there, right – THERE – yes, yes, hnaaa~!"
With her sweet voice egging him on, Jaune lost all sense of calm, pounding her, completely taken by her spasming pussy. Pyrrha sobbed as she gushed with every deep injection of his penis, clenching around him greedily, her body acting on pure instinct. Her womb yearned to fulfill its purpose, a deep hunger that it wished to sate. Pyrrha's hips snapped against him harder, tilting just right, grinding him across her cervix.
The bolt of pleasure from this action spiked into her brain, her eyes rolling as her entire body tensed. Jaune grunted as she squeezed him with her legs, with her arms, with her cunt, locking up as she balanced right on the edge.
"Fuck, Pyrrha, your pussy feels so good," he panted, and with a twist of his body, he turned them around as he fell, placing her on top. "Ride me, baby. Fuck me how you want."
Unhooking her legs, she sat up, her beautiful body stretched out above him. Her expression was half feral, eyes black as she began to rock back and forth, her snatch stretched obscenely around the base of his cock. Jaune watched, mesmerized, her toned body rolling, her breasts swaying as her face twisted in rapture.
"You're so deeeeeep~!" she whined, her hands on his broad chest. His pelvis was drenched in her arousal, his balls, his thighs. Thick strands stretched between their bodies as she began to add little bounces to her movement, his grans pressing arrogantly against her womb. "AhhhN~! So big~ So faaaaat~ "
Jaune gripped her hips, stroking her stomach, fingers tracing her wonderful muscles, up over her ribs as they stretched and contracted. He then grabbed her weighty tits, lifting them, squeezing and her movements stuttered.
"Jaune~!" she whimpered, and when he flicked her nipples, her pussy clutched at him desperately.
Jaune could feel his orgasm building, his balls tight against the base of his cock. There was a vague thought, wondering if Pyrrha was taking any form of birth control but it quickly faded from his mind as she started riding up the full length of his shaft until just his crown remained inside her, before plunging back down with heavy, wet slaps.
She was close. She was so close. Pyrrha sobbed as she chased after her end, throwing her body down, impaling herself on Jaune's magnificent, peerless cock. Every time he speared into her cervix, her womb shuddered, that bolt of pressure tightening, tightening, tightening…
"Fill me," she begged, pleaded, beseeched him. "Fill me up~!"
Three, four, five – and then Pyrrha pressed her cunt down his length as far as it could go, grinding viscously – and that was her end, her insides coiling like a snake. Jaune groaned as she screamed, voice filled with raw desire as her cunt spasmed, contracting wildly in orgasm, milking him, wanting nothing more than his hot cum to spray and douse the fire raging out of control in her uterus.
Jaune was more than happy to oblige. Balls rising in victory, Jaune's hands fisted her breasts aggressively as his feet pressed into the bed, hips lifting Pyrrha's knees off the bed as his back arched. Pyrrha gasped as her weight was centered on her womb, his glans docked with her cervix as it swelled.
"Oh yeah," he groaned, cock jerking as he fired several long, heavy jets of cum straight into her melting womb. His balls pumped endlessly, semen rocketing up his shaft and blasting into her body with one mission; to impregnate Pyrrha Nikos.
"Ooooh~!" she cooed deliriously, feeling his molten load thud into her, vision flashing as everything became too much. Pleasure of the body, pleasure of the very soul flowing through her, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Every time his cock jerked, depositing another hot stream of his potent sperm, Pyrrha's pussy contracted. Her hips rolled sensually, drawing out all he had to give until she collapsed atop him, Jaune falling back to the bed with an oof, cradling her sweaty body.
They remained that way for several minutes, attempting to regain some semblance of thought. Jaune felt her tail swishing between his legs, the softness of her fur causing his skin to tingle pleasantly. Rubbing her toned back, he leaned down and kissed her on top of her head, inhaling that sweet, spicy scent of her hair before nuzzling her soft fox ears.
"J-Jaune," Pyrrha managed, her cheek pressed to his chest. "Jaune. Hmm, Jaune. Jaune."
She kept repeating his name, as if she couldn't believe what had just happened. Even though he'd just had one hell of an orgasm, his cock was still rock hard inside her, feeling every twitch and aftershock of her climax.
"Pyrrha," he said.
There was a moment of silence – and then she bit him on the chest, hard.
"Ow," he flinched.
Pyrrha peeled her body away from him, moaning at the loss of his length as it slipped from between her puffy lips. Jaune groaned as his sensitive cock slapped against his belly, throbbing, raw from their mindless rutting. Pyrrha cupped her pussy and he watched as she spread herself open with her fingers.
She then turned around, presenting her lovely, plump ass before bending over on her hands and knees. The hand between her legs spread herself open wider as she arched her back, her pussy – wet, pink, raw, drooling with a mixture of his cum and her arousal – practically begging for him.
"Again?" she asked, giving her butt a shake. Her tail moved up and down. "Jaune, again? Hmm, fuck me again? Please?"
He was more than happy to answer the call.
Jaune took her from behind like a man possessed, mounting her with a hand fisted in her crimson hair, the other wrapped up in her tail. He fucked her until she was a spasming mess, her lewd pussy squeezing him so hard he felt like she was going to pull his cock from off his pelvis. Then they went again, taking her on her side, railing her with one her legs hiked up in the air, kicking as she came. Jaune deposited another fat, thick load deep in her womb – and then she was in his arms, Jaune hoisting her off the ground and plowing her with long, powerful thrusts, his body taut with effort, arms and back burning as he manhandled her.
Again, and again, and again he fucked her until they both gave out, and fell into a deep sleep, the room rank with the stench of their wild mating, their bodies bearing the scars of their aggressiveness.
The faunus are back!
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