A/N: Once again, you guys have surprised me. I really thought that most of you would want to know who the wives are ahead of time, but it was the complete opposite. Which works great for me. I'm also having a lot of fun dropping hints where I can so I'll refrain from revealing anything more until the chapter drops. That said, be sure to check out the note at the bottom for a new hint and some important news.

Chapter 21

Tag(s): Cowgirl, Cream-pie, Spoon.

Girl(s): Pyrrha

Words: 7,313

Once their waitress returned with Jaune's soda and Pyrrha's tea, the couple's dinner continued without a hitch. And their food followed after only a few more minutes. Slowly, the restaurant returned to its comfortable hum of activity as people returned to their meals and conversation. Sure, more than a few were focused on the show they had all just witnessed, but Pyrrha didn't let the furtive glances bother her. The redhead's eyes were for Jaune and Jaune alone, returning to their previous conversation between ravenous bites of delicious food.

And it was delicious. Pyrrha wasn't surprised, but Jaune was eating a little out of his comfort zone this evening. Stuck in the boonies of Vale, he'd never had the chance to eat Mistralian, never mind authentically cooked Mistralian food. But his wife had chosen well, finding a dish that looked and tasted familiar enough while also introducing a few spices and flavors that Jaune hadn't been expecting. But he embraced the chance to try something new, making sure to make an appreciative moan as Pyrrha waited expectantly for his reaction.

Pyrrha was just as pleased with her meal if her fond sigh was any indication. It was the kind of joy that could only be found after coming home from a long, long trip away. It was obvious that she had picked this dish for its familiarity, and the chefs behind the kitchen hadn't disappointed.

"My mother used to cook this for me every winter," Pyrrha explained with a fond smile when Jaune asked about her melancholy. Her eyes had taken on a distant quality, letting the smell and flavor carry her back to a simpler time in her life. Back when she had been nothing more than a little girl whose only responsibility had been school and homework. "It's been so long since I've gotten to taste this. I was surprised to see it here. Most restaurants consider it to be too rustic to have on their menu."

The young woman stole another mouthful, letting the taste of sausage and peppers rest on her tongue as she closed her eyes, sighing at the simple joy the heat on her taste buds could inspire. Beacon and Vale's food was perfectly fine, but there was nothing quite like the flavors of home to take one back. Most of the Mistralian food she'd been able to find since arriving for school had been take-out and hardly compared to the real thing. She had only enjoyed two bites and already knew she needed to return to enjoy this familiarity again.

"Do you want to try some?" Pyrrha's entire face brightened at the idea. Because of course the only thing that could make her evening better was if she could share her current joy. Pyrrha was that kind of person, and Jaune usually loved her for that inherent kindness. Usually. Unfortunately, once he accepted and opened his mouth to receive a spoonful of meat and sauces, he learned that sharing wasn't always caring.

"That's really good!" Jaune started out, chewing appreciatively. The sausage was tender, and the tomato sauce had been richly seasoned. It wasn't until after he swallowed that the pleasant tingle on his tongue sharpened. One look at the neon red porridge probably should have warned him that his wife's dish might have a little more kick than he was used to, but he still found himself surprised by the heat that spread through his mouth.

Fighting the sweat on his forehead, the blond did a valiant job of hiding his panic as he took a sip of his drink. But adding carbonated sugar to the wound was like pouring gasoline on a fire, and Pyrrha did a poor job of hiding her amusement when his eyes popped wide over his glass.

"Here," she took mercy on her husband when his face started to pinken, pushing the loaf of warm bread that had come with her meal in his direction. But not before giggling at his expense. "You're not a big fan of spicy food, are you?" Pyrrha had noticed the same thing back at the mall. Not that she thought of him any less for it. Vale just tended toward savory meals, and he'd never had the chance to get used to the spices she'd grown up with.

"I…don't mind them," Jaune lied as he panted the last of the heat in his mouth away, and his wife made it clear that she'd caught him. He had to quickly correct himself, "I mean, I enjoyed it a lot until it started hurting. I'm just not sure why people want to eat food that tastes like fire." he gave a rueful chuckle.

"Some people like that feeling," Pyrrha argued with a smile, taking another bite to prove it to him. "Hmm," she hummed appreciatively. "And it's not just burning. It's heat. Warmth. Eat enough, and you can feel it in your stomach and how it spreads through your body." After a fourth bite, Pyrrha could already feel that comfortable sensation. Tearing off a chunk of bread for herself, she let the worst of the bite fade away before it became overwhelming.

Little did she know, her words managed to inspire more than one of Jaune's appetites. As she took another bite, he could see the sweat on her forehead and the hot flush extending down her slim throat. Unlike him, she made the look work, and he swiftly recognized that maybe a few more spices in their food wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.

"Do you want another bite?" she offered when she caught his attention.

And to her surprise, Jaune accepted, "Sure!" If only in an effort to disguise the fact that he'd gotten turned on watching his wife eat what boiled down to Mistrailian spicy sausage. Except this time, the heat on his tongue wasn't as much of a surprise.

It was still uncomfortable, but a quick bite of bread suppressed the sensation before it could become overwhelming. Instead, Jaune was left with the savory acidity he'd initially enjoyed combined with the flavorful crunch of freshly baked bread. As the heat of the food combined with his already elevated temperature, Jaune shot his wife a small smile as he agreed, "I guess a little heat can feel good every now and then." She returned the expression, glancing down to look at him through her long lashes.

The smoldering moment continued until Jaune had to look away, stealing a drink of iced soda in a futile attempt at cooling himself down some.

"Do you want to try some of mine?" Jaune tried to change the subject away from temperatures, and Pyrrha's teeth flashed at the offer. It only seemed fair, considering how much of her food he'd eaten. Between these and their appetizers, both teenagers were able to eat their fill despite the smaller-than-normal portions. And yet, somehow, by the time their desserts were brought to the table, Jaune and Pyrrha were able to find the room.

They'd been called ambrosia apples on the menu, and they were easily the best thing either of them had ever eaten. Baked until the crunchy fruit could be scooped with a spoon, an explosion of cinnamon and honey washed across the tongue with every bite, perfectly complimenting the already caramelized apple flavor.

Ever the sweet tooth, it wasn't a surprise when Pyrrha finished hers in the time it took Jaune to work through half of his. Of course, he didn't notice this until a very cautious spoon crept into view well past his wife's own plate. When he looked up, it was to find a very guilty but equally imploring smile, all but begging for a portion of his share.

"Nope!" Jaune immediately answered, batting her spoon away with his like she'd trained him. Pyrrha's expression immediately shifted to hurt and betrayed, which Jaune answered with another heavy spoonful of appley goodness.

"Jaune!" his wife gaped. But Jaune refused to apologize.

"It's not my fault you're a glutton who can't control herself," he smirked at her.

"Excuse you!" the redhead gasped. "I am your wife." And when that didn't appear to impress her husband, Pyrrha felt compelled to add, "And that means I am entitled to half that apple. What's yours is mine."

Jaune wasn't impressed. "You had half! And you ate it. So now you want to try and steal mine."

The young woman didn't have a rebuttal. Mostly because everything her husband had said was true. But since when did wives let something as simple as logic get in their way?

"You know…" the young woman abruptly shifted tactics, lowering her eyelids into a sultry expression. Pursed full lips added to the effect, succeeding in distracting the young man from his dessert. "The sooner we finish that dessert, the sooner we'll be able to…hurry upstairs."

Her teasing innuendo did not go unnoticed, nor was the fact that she was essentially selling her feminine wiles for the price of a fancy apple. But Jaune cared about neither, finding the temptation toward his meal fading with every second.

His fate was sealed when Pyrrha eventually leaned forward, letting the weight of her breasts pull at her once modest collar. "And the sooner we go upstairs, the sooner you get to see the surprise I picked up at the mall."

Jaune swallowed a mouthful of ambrosia with an audible gulp. Something told him she wasn't talking about comic books. Instead, the picture of the tiny shopping bag hanging off her pinky came to mind. And suddenly, he couldn't eat another bite.

"Well," Jaune coughed, determined to retain a sliver of his pride, "it is still your day." As if that was the reason.

Pyrrha's smile turned triumphant as he pushed his plate towards her. "Yes," she sighed, savoring a bite of her stolen treasure with a moan. "Yes. It. Is."

It wasn't long before Jaune's dessert fell to the same fate as his wife's. And the convenience of getting a hotel room meant they could simply add the bill to their room. But only after leaving behind a generous tip for their wonderfully helpful waitress.

Taking her husband's hand, the two turned to exit and had to stop themselves from running toward the elevators like they were back in school. A day's worth of sexual tension ached for release, and they just managed to make it to the elevator before Pyrrha gave into her instincts and pressed herself into her husband's side.

For his part, Jaune wasn't much better. As soon as he felt his arm press between Pyrrha's breasts, his hand reached out for her hip before sliding distinctly lower. The only thing that stopped the pair from mauling each other's faces was their anxious anticipation as they watched the room numbers climb higher and higher toward their designation.

They eventually made it to their hotel room. Not the nicest that Olympus suites had to offer but Jaune hadn't seen any reason to go crazy and rent out the penthouse for one night. That said, the room they'd been given was still hand over fist better than anything Jaune had ever slept in, far fancier than your average Three Bears Motel.

Thankfully, the hotel knew better than to style their rooms in the same white and gold motif as the rest of the building. Instead, it had adopted the much easier to clean beige and black, with almost all of the curtains and bedding standing out against the neutral color in the colorless shade. It was immediately more comfy than it had any right to be, with bedside lamps that flickered and moved beneath the lampshades as if to mimic small flames. The effect cast the room in an orange hue just dim enough to invite an intimate mood.

Jaune wandered toward the center of the room, taking a moment to look around. There was also an elegant lounge chair set in the corner facing the bed and a wooden dresser set beneath the wide window offering a decent view of Vale's nightlife. But despite his best efforts, all the blond could focus on was the bed and the small collection of bags that had been set down at its foot.

Then again, it might be more accurate to say that he was looking for one bag in particular. One small, tiny thing that held so much possibility. He couldn't wait to watch his wife disappear into the bathroom and change so they could get started.

Except, Pyrrha didn't step forward to claim any of the shopping bags. Nor did she need to change into anything. Summoning some of her previous boldness, the redhead approached her husband like a predator, appearing at his back before he knew that she was there. And by the time he turned around to greet her, his wife's hands were on his chest, flinging him backward onto the soft mattress.

It was a stunning reminder of his wife's strength despite her innocuous beauty. And as soon as he realized what had happened, Jaune couldn't stop the awed laughter from bubbling to the surface. The blond's joy and amazement continued as Pyrrha took the opportunity to climb after him, stalking forward with steel behind her glinting green orbs. Her cheeks were still a bright red, but there was no disguising the pride on her face as she perched herself on his lap, letting her husband feel the warmth of her bare skin underneath her skirt sinking into his thighs.

She kissed him before he could say another word, long and deep. Leaning her hands against his chest, his own found her hips as he pulled her against him. Her tongue thrashed inside his mouth, violent and dominant in a way he wasn't used to. But the heat of her desire was hardly something to fear. Especially when he could still taste the honey-sweet aftertaste of ambrosia on her lips, somehow made even sweeter by the young woman's presence.

She was being rough. Demanding. Taking what she wanted from her loving husband. And when they finally broke apart, Pyrrha's kisses slowing to a crawl, Jaune's pupils blew wide at the familiar assertiveness he'd enjoyed back in the restaurant.

"Today was wonderful, Sweetheart," Pyrrha sighed, running her hands over his chest. Leaning forward, her breasts pressed into his front, warm and soft as the rest of her. She nuzzled his cheek, grinning as widely as he'd ever seen her. "Thank you. This first date was better than everything I used to dream of. You're better than anyone I used to dream of. And every day we spend together has proven how kind, thoughtful, and loving the man I married has turned out to be."

Leaning back until Jaune's eyes could drink all of her in, the young woman's fingers found the front of her skirt, teasing the material higher and higher until her full thighs peeked into view. And when she watched the way Jaune's eyes washed across her exposed flesh, her coy flush gave way to warm pleasure.

"You care about me so much, Jaune. I love you more than words can say. You make me better than I was, and you make me want to be better. This is just one of the many, many ways I want to show my appreciation over the next many, many years of our lives."

Jaune's eyes flashed up to hers briefly, undeniably touched by the emotion playing across his wife's face. It was a raw, vulnerable thing. But in that exposure, she drew strength from his obvious appreciation, bolstering her nerves so that she could finish urging the thin white material over her hips entirely. First exposing her panties and then her bra, Jaune's surprise was finally revealed as his wife tossed her dress over her head and toward the far corner of their temporary love nest.

"Do you like it?" Pyrrha whispered, biting her lip. Fighting the urge to cross her arms over her midsection, she remained confident in her beauty, letting her husband's gaze scan across her scantily clad underwear.

Was that a real question? Jaune wanted to ask, but he found himself too distracted to form the words. As red as the hair on her head, the lingerie in question turned out to be just as sheer and intricate as Jaune had been hoping. The bra held her teardrop-shaped breasts high and proud, providing much more cleavage than her functional wear could supply. The creamy tops of her chest jostled with each breath, cut low enough that the smallest shift threatened to let the malleable flesh spill over and pop free. And what little it did cover, it did a poor job of it. The young man could clearly see his wife's pink nipple peeking at him from behind the red mesh that contained her swollen mounds.

That was enough to catch his interest. Especially on his kind, innocent young wife. The revealing material cast her in another light entirely, giving Pyrrha an air of maturity and allure he hadn't been expecting. But then Jaune's eyes drifted lower, slipping along the flat plain of her belly and toward her hips where an equally red and equally thin pair of panties had been stretched to fit the huntress' maturing curves. And there, where Jaune had expected to find a thin, silky strip to hug his wife's slit, the blond's eyebrows shot toward his hairline when he found Pyrrha's folds brazenly exposed through a slit in the gusset.

His wife was wearing crotchless panties…

Jaune let that sink in for a moment, only to come to the startling realization that she hadn't had to change. This meant that she'd spent the last two hours running around with nothing but this under her dress ever since they'd left the mall. Defenseless. Practically naked and with everything he treasured exposed beneath her pretty sundress.

The thought of his shy wife in such a state while they'd been sitting in public enjoying their dinner, or better yet, when she'd been facing down with that terrible woman set the blond's cock into a swollen fit of thrilling arousal.

Pyrrha felt the effect of her underwear between her legs, sitting on his lap as she was. With only a pair of pants and boxers to separate them, it was impossible to miss the bulge that rose to greet her exposed sex, which had already left a noticeable dark patch on her husband's black pants.

He felt so warm and solid that she couldn't stop herself from settling a little more of her weight against him. And any doubt that may have lingered in the back of her head was erased by the pleasure that answered her.

"The woman at the boutique said she saw you looking at this kind of thing," Pyrrha admitted when her husband failed to answer. "I was nervous at first. I didn't think I'd look good in something like this." Her smile widened as her eyelids dropped. "But I'm very happy to have been proven wrong."

She'd been terribly self-conscious at first. As if people somehow knew what she was wearing and were prepared to judge her for it. If nothing else, the naked breeze against her nethers had not been something she'd been prepared for. But Jaune's reaction had made everything worth it. Perhaps she would have to return to Ms. Fox's boutique sooner rather than later? This kind of apparel wasn't so uncomfortable that she couldn't swap much of her old wardrobe out for more tantalizing treats for her husband to unwrap.

The sense of freedom was intoxicating. The rush from their earlier altercation with that woman still sang in her veins and hadn't faded over their delightful dinner. Pyrrha sat bristling with pride, acting decisively as she suddenly reached between her legs to unzip her husband's fly, reaching inside to fish for his manhood.

Jaune's back arched as he felt her warm hand close around him. She didn't give him the chance to undress, freeing the one part of him that she required. Suddenly, nothing was separating his firm heat from her yielding dampness, encouraging a storm of shivers to trickle up the blond's spine. Pyrrha' encouraged the rush of tingles, sawing herself against the underside of his shaft until the bright red member glistened with her pleasure.

"I want you, Jaune," Pyrrha breathed the words, her throat hitching as a jolt of molten desire throbbed along her lower belly. Palming his shaft, she rose high enough to angle his tip toward her slit, shivering when she felt the blunt end spread her swollen lips apart. Bending her knees, she let the blunt tip slide into her soft heat, teasing them both with the promise of more.

"I'm not going anywhere," Jaune's hands closed around his wife's thighs, squeezing the tantalizing mix of muscles and curves. "I'm all yours tonight."

"All mine," Pyrrha repeated. Yes, she liked the sound of that quite a bit. And as if to stake her claim, the redhead chose that moment to let her legs collapse beneath her, descending upon her husband's arousal with a smooth and practiced grace. Soon, both of their mouths were open as they reveled in the heat and pressure of each other's bodies interlocking.

Pyrrha's eyelashes fluttered after feeling Jaune's tip kiss the narrow end of her channel. His firm thighs provided the perfect seat as she adjusted to his size. Her insides ached at the sudden intrusion, but she'd come to enjoy the stinging discomfort of her walls stretching around Jaune's thick tool. She couldn't help associating the pain with his warm body wrapped around hers and the inevitable pleasure that always followed. Even as the burning raced along her sex, she felt her body react, flooding her with more heat and juices that soaked into the mattress beneath them.

He filled her completely, leaving no room for anything else. They fit together perfectly. A romantic might even say that they were made for each other, and Pyrrha certainly qualified. Growing impatient, the young woman could no longer wait to continue and started pumping her hips before her small opening could fully adjust.

It felt incredible. Much, much better than the first time she'd tried this position back in Glynda's bed. Of course, she'd practiced since then. Lots and lots of practice. She'd never been comfortable being anything less than exceptional at whatever she put her mind to. And then there had been her competitive drive. She loved Glynda and would never think of trying to steal Jaune from the older woman, but that didn't mean she had been comfortable letting her professor so obviously outclass her in any respect.

The combination of personal and envious motivations meant that she'd forced herself to try riding her husband as often as he would let her lately. And now, Pyrrha was proud to say that she could mount her husband's cock as skillfully as any woman. However, there was something different about tonight. A sense of power and confidence that she wasn't used to. And she liked it.

She was in control. She had the power. Jaune was completely at her mercy, and the way he was looking up at her in her scandalous lingerie set her blood on fire. The motion of his cock as it stirred against her slick insides only served to feed those flames.

But Pyrrha didn't let the moment get away from her. She didn't speed up or rush things, keeping one hand balanced on Jaune's chest as she took her time, feeling every bump and groove of her husband's sex as they rubbed against her and enjoying the pleasure darkening his blue eyes as they continued gazing upon her.

She loved the way he watched her. Loved how his eyes traced down her figure to slip between their bodies and admire her pussy devouring him with languid, savoring relish. How his attention drifted toward her breasts, held tight and squashed close against her body, their tops rippling with every slow impact of her rear on his hips. And she especially loved how his blue eyes always returned to her face, first admiring her parted lips as they gasped and mewled with her building arousal before returning to her own smoldering stare.

Ever since her first tournament, she'd had fans telling her how much they loved her, how inspiring she was, but their obsession had never been love.

This was love. Jaune was love. And she could see it in his eyes every time he looked at her. In his hands every time he touched her, innocently or otherwise. That was why she hadn't minded that it had taken so long to hear him say the words out loud. She'd consoled herself that it was enough to feel his emotions through his actions and expressions whenever they were together.

However, that had all changed now that he'd finally whispered those sweet, sweet words to her in the forest. And now she found herself coveting his voice with a greedy vindication even Weiss' infamous father could never hope to understand. She was desperate to hear him say it whenever she had the excuse—in their bed most of all.

"Say it," she muttered, tightening the muscles beneath her navel so he could feel her soft heat smother him in pleasure. She could feel the building pace of his heart throb along his shaft as she shuddered.

Blinking up at her dazedly, there was no confusion or hesitation on his end. He knew exactly what she wanted and showed no reluctance before indulging her. "I love you, Pyrrha." Four simple words, and they shot through the redhead's system like a drug, filling her chest with molten satisfaction. Every beat of her heart felt like it was pushing pure syrup through her veins.

She couldn't help herself when she swept her long train of hair to the side so she could descend on her husband and smash her lips into his. Filling as much of his mouth with her tongue as she could fit.

And Jaune, bless him, was all too happy to reciprocate. He could feel her overflowing love through their connection as he tenderly nurtured his wife's physical need to be closer to him. The kiss wasn't enough. Taking him to his base wasn't enough. So, he let his hands rise from where they'd been on her thighs to trace over the swell of her rear. Caressing, groping, and brushing with his fingertips, he eventually settled on the bare skin beneath her breasts, where the bottom of her silken bra greeted him.

Her attention was a little more respectful, focusing on his face. One hand made its home in his hair, twirling and raking through the golden mop as her tongue flicked against his and her hips rocked with broad, hungry strokes. The other had found his jawline and stayed there, flowing over the shell of his ear and continuing until she stopped on his chin over and over again.

Jaune did his best to match her pace, moving in perfect sync. He never slid out of her more than an inch before he settled back against her womb, nestled protectively in her heat. Her walls rippled and throbbed, tightening with a single-minded purpose of his pleasure and his satisfaction as Pyrrha all but drowned him in her deep affection.

The blond did his best to hold back from answering his body's responses, but Pyrrha hadn't been the only one getting teased all day. And he'd been desperate for her touch ever since that first kiss at their dorm. He needed to cum, and Pyrrha was doing everything in her power to help him along. In the end, he had no choice but to give in as he moaned into his wife's open mouth, grabbing two handfuls of her silk-clad bottom as he pulled her against him.

The first blast of cum left him panting. Jaune expected his wife to release him, if only so he could gasp at the release she'd dredged up from his soul. But Pyrrha folded against him even harder than before, tucking her knees against his side like she was riding a horse instead of a man. Tilting her head to further deepen their kiss, she could have probably tasted the back of his throat if she'd tried.

She didn't cum, but she didn't need to at the moment. With blood roaring in her ears and her heart full of emotion, she savored the feeling of her husband's pleasure splashing inside her like small bursts of his physical love. Only after it had ended and his grip on her hips released did she allow their mouths to separate, a long string of saliva connecting them as she stared down into his sightless, breathless stare.

"I love you, too," she finally answered, grinning deviously. And closing her eyes, she didn't get off of him. Choosing instead to lay her head against his chest as Jaune recovered, savoring the beat of his heart against her ear like it was her own.

This was how love was supposed to feel. Not a one-way transaction that made her feel isolated and distant from her admirers. But something warm and comforting, and that made her forget those earlier years ever existed. She'd gotten to spend the whole day feeling like that, and it was enough to make the young woman feel like she was falling in love with her husband all over again.

Too busy catching his breath, Jaune didn't complain about her weight or even notice it. Pyrrha might not be a petite woman, but she was soft and warm and her body snuggled up against his own was a comfort before anything else.

It took a minute or two, but Jaune eventually recovered enough to form a coherent thought. "Wow." Granted, it wasn't much of one, but it still earned a proud giggle from the woman snuggling into his shirt. His hand reached up to cup the back of her head, holding her against his chest as it rose and fell with his heavy breath.

"I'm glad you liked it," Pyrrha turned her head up so she was resting on her chin, grinning up at him like the cat who'd stolen the cream. His cream. She could still feel it rolling around her insides, plugged up by what remained of her husband's erection.

"We might need to make you slap down an idiot more often," he joked, laughing gruffly. But also…not? Confident, assertive Pyrrha was a sight to behold, and he'd be lying if he said he wouldn't be disappointed to never see her again.

Thankfully, Pyrrha chuckled right along with him. Truth be told, she might be enjoying this side of her even more than her husband. The lack of fear was…new. But it was also refreshing and like she'd lifted a weight from her shoulders.

She would never go out of her way to be rude if she could help it; that wasn't who she was, and nothing would ever change that. But standing up for herself was something else entirely. She was allowed to defend her privacy. She understood that now. Maybe she'd forgotten some time along the way with so many other people telling her the opposite, but Jaune had helped her remember.

"Ah, man," Jaune suddenly blanched, remembering Pyrrha hadn't gotten a chance to finish. "But what about you? I'm sorry."

Pyrrha didn't let him feel guilty for long, lifting herself high enough so her face hovered over his, casting her hair in a curtain around them. Grinning salaciously, she admitted, "Oh, Sweetheart. That was for me."

Physical pleasure was wonderful, and Pyrrha knew she was luckier than most for having a husband who could grant her that bliss nightly. But she had been after a different kind of satisfaction. After the day Jaune had given her, his wife had needed to offer something in return. And nothing made her feel more proud or like a woman than when he'd clung to her, moaning into her mouth as he filled her with his release.

However, that didn't mean she was opposed to having her cake and eating a slice. And the night was still young…

"Buuut," the redhead sang, "if you're still in the mood, I wouldn't be opposed to another round?" It was a question that didn't warrant an answer. Pyrrha's guffawing laughter erupted as Jaune lurched up to swap their positions, throwing the nearly naked girl onto her back so he could loom from above. The excessive movement finally succeeded in popping one of his wife's breasts from her bra, the pale orb rolling into its natural shape against her chest.

"Wait!" Pyrrha gasped when he leaned down to taste her newly freed nipple, flicking his tongue around the pink shape like she was an ice cream cone.

"Need a second?" he backed off, always conscious of his actions, always looking for permission because of how this love of theirs had been born. But Pyrrha was already shaking her head, tugging at his shirt, now wrinkled beyond repair.

"First of all," his wife ticked, "I think it's time you got naked. And second, I was thinking we could try a new position tonight? Something we might have seen in a certain movie?" Pyrrha's coy grin split into a full smile after seeing Jaune's eyebrows rise with recognition.

"Yeah," he smirked. "I think both of those can be arranged."

The two teenagers disentangled, but only for as long as they had to. Jaune's shirt and pants flew to the side of the room, joining his wife's dress. And Pyrrha used the pause to remove her bra rather than awkwardly stuff her boob back into its cup. The panties were left as a pleasant decoration, considering their easy access.

All Jaune had left was his smile by the time he crawled back toward his wife, his newly awoken cock standing out from his hips. Pyrrha watched him from over her shoulders, hips cocked and balanced on one elbow like a queen. It would not have been out of place to see someone fanning her on one side while another fed her grapes.

Jaune would have considered himself lucky for either position. Instead, he got to touch the rich expanse of her skin as he laid behind her, back to chest, while Pyrrha arched her back to settle her rear into his lap. The blond didn't hesitate to answer, wrapping one of his arms across her middle and pulling her against him until her silken panties threatened to swallow his erection. It had the added advantage of filling his face with a fragrant waft of her hair, letting him press his nose against the back of her head and suck in a long breath.

"I love you," Jaune repeated himself, unprompted this time. And Pyrrha merely sighed with satisfaction, closing her hand around the one that had settled over her stomach. Their fingers interlaced as Jaune started to grind himself against her pillowy backside.

Pyrrha tilted her head as the heat and friction of her husband's body soaked into her back. Jaune jumped on the opportunity, shifting his lips to her neck and shoulder, leaving small bites everywhere he went. It was entirely unnecessary foreplay. The redhead was still completely soaked from their earlier efforts, but she wasn't about to tell him to stop any time soon. However, when his hands rose to cup her bare breast, the tingling licking at her loins quickly became the priority.

"Stop teasing me, Jaune," Pyrrha sighed the words, closing her eyes as Jaune's teeth found her ear. She felt her husband smile against her, just as happy to see the effect he still had on her. As if that had ever been in question. Thankfully, her begging was rewarded when her husband's hand slipped from hers, digging between their bodies so he could grasp himself.

The redhead also adjusted herself, helping him as best as she could as they explored this new position together. Drawing her knees higher, her lips peeked out from between her legs, greeting Jaune's crown with a humid kiss. Running his tip through her lips, the blond eventually found the tight opening and pressed himself inside with a firm thrust of his hips.

It immediately became apparent that this wasn't the easiest position to maneuver, despite what the movie had shown. Trying to thrust deeper, Jaune had to snuggle extremely close, which Pyrrha appreciated. She always enjoyed being the little spoon at night, being able to feel her husband's warm body curled protectively around hers. Except now, she got that same comfort in addition to the familiar pressure slowly inching its way deeper into her body.

Biting her lip, the young woman's eyelashes fluttered as she leaned back into Jaune's chest. Their hands rejoined, thumbs brushing over knuckles as Pyrrha brought the back of his hand against her lips in a loving kiss. "Love me softly," she whispered, turning her head so she could nuzzle her cheek against her husbands.

Jaune's heart threatened to melt at her gentle tone. Angling himself for another thrust, he bottomed out as her soft rear settled against his hips. He could already tell he wasn't as deep as he was used to. Nor could he move as freely. However, that was largely in part to much tighter his wife felt like this.

Not that that was ever an issue. Jaune doubted he'd ever have to worry about that from his wives. But there was no denying the additional friction that he could feel as he worked toward something that could be called a rhythm. It felt nice. Better than nice. Especially when Pyrrha started to participate, flexing her internal muscles every time their hips met, wrapping around him like a loving fist that refused to let go.

It was a new experience, trying this from this angle. But it was a good angle, encouraging the couple to continue. Flexing his cock with a firm push, the blond thrush of hair at his base tickled his wife's rear. His bulbous head all but scraped along the front of his wife's walls with each thrust, forcing a breathless moan from her tense expression.

He felt her hand clench down around his, tensing and relaxing in response to his manipulation. Jaune followed that rhythm, letting their empathetic bond wash over him so that he could feel every drop of pleasure his wife was feeling, training his body to respond to her sensations until they felt like his own.

A few minutes passed, and the heavy exhales and sighs developed into breathy moans. Getting a little rougher, the hand that had been holding the side of her head reached back to grab the back of Jaune's hair. She pulled him toward her, and Jaune answered the silent prompt to return his lips to her neck while he worked, opening and closing his lips against her pulse point. Finally, the familiar whimper he'd learned to love erupted from his wife's mouth as her insides started to pulse around him with increasing urgency.

Without missing a beat, Jaune carried his wife's hand with him until they were both between her legs, feeling the dewy musk that had already soaked into her new panties. Jaune collected a healthy supply of the redhead's grease before focusing his attention on the apex of her slit.

Slow, wide circles had the best effect, the blonde had learned after their first few nights together. Pyrrha's hand shot away as her breath hitched, pausing long enough that her next moan used the full supply of air she'd been holding. And all the while, Jaune could feel the throbbing against his index and middle finger, hinting toward his wife's rapidly approaching release.

If they were back in the dorm, Nora's heavy snoring would have paused, shaken awake by the sound of her mother's pleasure. Ren would have remained politely silent, used to the interruption, as he discreetly turned the music in his earbuds as high as they would go. Not that it would help, but it was the polite thing to do.

It was loud enough that Team RWBY wouldn't have been able to ignore it. Likely earning yet another exasperated glare from Weiss and more mild irritation from the rest of the team in the morning. And if it was one of his better nights, he might even get the congratulations of a firm banging on either side of his dorm's wall.

Pyrrha still hated it, no matter how many times they'd gone through it. Jaune couldn't stop smiling, which only made her slap him until they usually both fell into a heap of giggling idiocy. But his wife didn't need to worry about that tonight, free to moan and scream until her lungs gave out. As if Jaune needed further motivation.

After his wife's third belting cry, Jaune decided then and there that this was going to become a regular position for the two of them. The sense of closeness would have already made it so, regardless of how good it felt. But the constant abuse of her g-spot in addition to the easy access to his wife's clit made it so that his poor bride never stood a chance.

In the end, he had to speed up his pleasure just to keep up, focusing on the cinnamon smell and her soft body cuddled up against his. Her voice reached its peak as she descended into a stream of babbling nonsense that mostly consisted of, "Don't stop," and "I love you so much." In return, Jaune all but growled her name against her throat as he felt her body seize up, spilling his seed inside of her for the second time that night.

Pyrrha screamed his name, fisting the back of his head hard enough that Jaune should have been worried about losing a chunk of his hair. But the blond didn't mind, hardly feeling the sharp pain beneath the pleasure radiating through the rest of him. Pleasure and pride once his wife's lungs gave out, forcing her down from her high in a tempest of gasping breath and exhausted satisfaction.

The young woman stayed like that for a few minutes until she caught enough of her breath to turn around in her husband's arms. Jaune was able to catch a glimpse of her wide smile before she burrowed into his bare chest.

"Remind me to buy the DVD when it's released," she murmured into him, giggling when Jaune's answering laughter rumbled against her face. Pulling her against him, he could practically feel her exhaustion and recognized that this was the end of their night. And he was fine with that. They'd both had a long day, and some rest wouldn't be unwelcome.

Besides, there was always the morning. Checkout wasn't until eleven, and the blond silently decided that he wanted to watch his wife ride him one more time before their date was over.

Content inside and out, Jaune felt like he was drowning in everything that was Pyrrha. Which made connecting to his second wife that much harder, he was surprised to find out. But after a long enough pause, he felt the familiar sense of strength and calm and used his wife's semblance to pull the blanket at the foot of the bed over his and Pyrrha's sweaty bodies.

"Goodnight," he muttered, kissing Pyrrha on the top of her head. Already fast asleep, she hardly managed a nuzzle before she fell still, instinctively following her husband as he turned to lay on his back. The perfect end to a perfect day.

'And with any luck,' Jaune sighed as he let his eyes slide shut, 'tomorrow will go just as well with Glynda.'

A/N: Alright, as promised, you guys get your hint for wife number four. And it is that she was not born in Vale. Both city and kingdom. I hope a few of you find that interesting. I'd like to try and leave more hints like these in the notes in the future, so keep an eye out. I'm just not sure how frequently I can add them without giving everything away. And of course, I'll be doing my best to include clues in the story itself.

I also mentioned some news. I'm going to need to skip the next update, unfortunately. Nothing bad has happened, but I have caught up to my written chapters so I'd just like a little breathing room to build up another couple of chapters. It helps a lot when things do happen in my life that keep me from writing, and it also helps portion out chapter length when I can see ahead of time if somethings longer or shorter than I planned. This means that the next chapter should be released on the 18-19th of March. I know that feels long, but I am an adult with an adult job and adult time. Which means, not a lot of it. Thank you for your patience.

When we return, we'll get to enjoy Glynda's day. After which we'll dive straight into starting wife number 3's story. Ruby's introduction into the family is going to be very different from the first two, and I think you'll all enjoy how I handled that quite a bit.