Honkers 009

Yang felt like such a fool in the following days. Not that this was a rare feeling these days, Jaune was making her feel all sorts of pathet

Yang felt like such a fool in the following days. Not that this was a rare feeling these days, Jaune was making her feel all sorts of pathetic recently but the fact that she’d gotten jealous of his sister of all people was… just the worst.

After they’d cleaned themselves up and returned to Sapphire, Yang had done everything in her power to smooth things over. She’d been… rude. There was no denying that, and when she’d thought Sapphire was Jaune’s girlfriend, she’d been willing to accept it – but she wasn’t, she was Jaune’s family and even though he’d been taking advantage of her lately, she wasn’t about to be a bad friend!

So she’d been herself, charming the dress off her! Or at least, that’s what Yang believed anyway. She’d made her laugh, so that was something, right? And she’d learned a whole lot about Jaune’s family that she hadn’t known before.

Namely the fact that apparently, they’d once been a very big deal! It was a long time ago, of course, back when Kings and Queens still ruled but the Arc family had been of noble lineage themselves. Not royalty but a family of knights, sworn to protect the realm, and even at one time, the Monarch’s closest advisers. Not in the time of the last King of Vale, but further back in the annuals of history.

So that was pretty cool.

And after a bit of questioning of the nightclub staff, including throwing her weight around as a ‘Huntress’, Yang found out that the cameras in those private rooms weren’t connected yet, so someone wasn’t going to see her being pathetic. Score!

Crystal had vanished with her hunky Huntsman, and Yang learned all about it the next day.

“He fucked me so good, I thought I was going to die,” the girl admitted when they met up for coffee. “Huntsmen really have godly stamina, don’t they? I see why you’ve been having so much trouble with tall, blond and handsome.”

“Shut up,” Yang said half-heartedly.

“So what did you two get up to, huh? You looked ready to murder him when you stormed over there, and then you two snuck off into one of the private rooms.”

There was no point in hiding it so Yang told her everything. How that blonde girl was his sister but she’d thought she was Jaune’s girlfriend, and then… trying to upstage her, getting spanked and eaten out and fingered into oblivion while he shoved his massive cock down her throat. When she was done, Crystal was shaking her head in disbelief.

“I think you have a thing for choking on his junk, Yang.”

“I don’t! It just… happens.”

Crystal laughed, sipping at her mocha latte.

“You’re totally a maso. First the deep throat play and now getting spanked? Girl, you’re down bad for getting punished.”

“Am fucking not,” she said more emphatically. “I don’t like that shit.”

“Why do you look so pleased about it, then?” Crystal needled. “You were practically glowing as you told me all the filthy details.”

“Because it’s embarrassing, you ass,” Yang huffed. “Anyway, what about you? Did you guys just fuck?”

“Sorry if I’m a little boring,” Crystal rolled her eyes. “He railed me good but that’s all we did. Though we did it more than once,” she smirked. “Like I said – stamina. He was hung, as well. Mm. Never been with a stud quite that big, though if you’re to be believed, your boy is on another level.”

“I wish I was lying,” no she didn’t, a small voice said in the back of her mind, “then maybe I wouldn’t choke on it all the damn time.”

“So when are you going to take it to the next level?”

Yes. When was she finally going to give in and fuck him? Give up her virginity, lose her v-card, pop her cherry, become a real woman?

She’d been a little surprised that he hadn’t mounted her then and there in that private room, and fucked her brains into mush. Yang wouldn’t have been able to resist, even if she wanted to.

Did she want to? Resist?

Things were heading in that direction. There was no way that such an insatiable pervert like Jaune Arc was going to be forever content with simply using his mouth and fingers, nor with her just using her mouth, tits and hands. He would want the whole cake, soon enough. It was just a matter of when…

Yang needed to be prepared when he came calling.

She wasn’t on birth control. The pill didn’t agree with her, and she hadn’t tried any of the other options like an IUD or those new implants they were constantly advertising these days. If he was going to fuck her, then he was going to have to wear a condom.

Fuck, why hadn’t she prepared for this sooner? He could have taken her at any moment and what? Would he have listened if she’d told him that she might get pregnant?

Maybe he would have. Surely he didn’t want to have kids this early, and with just anyone…

He didn’t want kids with her, right?

No, that was impossible. What the fuck was she thinking? Even if he did, she didn’t! This wasn’t some love story. He was just using her secret to gain favors from her. They were… friends-with-benefits. Yeah. Sex friends. Sex friends didn’t have babies together.

They just… did things together. Namely sex.

Yeah.

Condoms. She needed condoms.

That was her next mission. After leaving her coffee date with Crystal, she’d found the nearest drug store. Yang felt a little awkward, shopping for condoms of all things – she’d never done anything like this before, which showed just how little true experience she actually had – and sort of floundered in a small panic before manning up.

There were many different options, and they were all so colorful. The marketing teams really knew their business, Yang finding her eyes drawn to the more vibrant boxes. There were ribbed condoms, flavored condoms, warming condoms, glow in the dark condoms, spermicidal condoms, lubricated condoms, thin condoms and even something called delay condoms which were apparently thicker and helped a guy last longer.

Definitely not those. If Jaune wore one of those, he’d never fucking finish and she’d feel like a useless clown.

The thin condoms were probably the best bet, seeing as they would reduce sensitively the least, but there was a more pressing matter to address.

Size.

Jaune was big. He was really fucking big. Long, and thick. There were multiple different sizes on display but were the biggest ones big enough for the meat he was packing? Yang stared at the large and extra large sizes, frowning.

If in doubt, go for the biggest.

The woman at the counter was in her early thirties and did her best not to react to Yang’s purchase, for which she was eternally grateful, but even her professionalism couldn’t hide the slight widening of her eyes as she spotted the size printed at the bottom.

Yang had hurried out of the drug store after paying, her cheeks hot.

Those very same condoms were carefully hidden away in her shared bedroom, and in the days since she’d bought them, they had yet to be discovered. Yang didn’t know what she would do if Ruby somehow chanced upon them. Hope and pray that Ruby thought they belonged to Blake, and not speak up otherwise if her little sister inquired.

Yep.

She was trash.

She didn’t care.

She always kept one on her, though. Just in case.

Yang could never be too sure when Jaune might pounce.

It made her feel nervous but also… excited. The small metallic packet felt like it was burning a hole in her pocket, and whenever she saw him, she wondered; is it time? But so far, he hadn’t made a move. They attended classes, had meals together, their teams trained together, and still nothing.

But fate seemed to have other plans.

“Gather around,” Professor Goodwitch called. “Closer. That’s it. Now – as you can quite clearly see, today we will not be engaging in our typical sparring classes. For this period, you and a partner of my choosing will be venturing forth into the Emerald Forest to find and slay Grimm,” whispers rippled throughout the gathered students, silenced when Professor Goodwitch cleared her throat sharply. “This is not the first time we have done this, of course – but it will be the first time that you will be working with someone that is not your partner, or indeed, even on your team.”

Blake’s expression was troubled, and Yang caught the words, “Not Cardin,” whispered under her breath.

Yeah. Not Cardin. Yang and Blake were in total agreement.

“You will use your scrolls to record your efforts, and I will then grade you on your performance. You have two hours, and there is no limit to how far you can go, or how many Grimm you must slay. I only ask that you stay within the boundaries of the Emerald Forest.”

Yang could always appreciate a good Grimm ass kicking session, so she was pretty amped up for it. That was until Goodwitch began calling names.

“Ruby Rose, you’ll be paired up with Nora Valkyrie.”

Ruby cheered before squawking as Nora gave her a bear hug, tossing her around like a ragdoll.

“Settle down, children,” Goodwitch chided, glaring at Nora until she put Ruby down. “Weiss Schnee – you will be paired with Russel Thrush.”

Weiss clicked her tongue, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

“Cardin Winchester – you will be paired with Blake Belladonna.”

Blake froze.

“Ah, shit,” Yang grimaced.

Cardin didn’t appear very enthused, either, if the sour look on his face was anything to go by. He didn’t bother approaching, walking off into the forest while Blake followed, her eyes cold as ice. If Goodwitch noticed the turmoil, she didn’t let on.

“Yang Xiao Long – Jaune Arc,” Yang felt her heart stop.

Jaune approached casually, undaunted.

“Looks like we’re together,” he said happily.

This was it.

This was the moment he was looking for.

Her heart started beating again, only much faster than usual. Feeling a little jittery, she covered it up with a boisterous laugh.

“We’re going to kick so much ass, you better keep up or I’ll leave you behind.”

Yang tried not to squirm as his eyes met hers.

“I’ll do my best,” he said, patting the pommel of his sword. “Lead the way.”

Yang turned away from him as he began fiddling with his scroll, attempting to attach it to his belt so he could record his fighting. Slapping her cheeks, she took a deep breath.

She was constantly on the back foot, even when she tried to take the initiative. But this time, she was prepared. Her fingers slipped into her pocket, feeling for the square packaging. It was right where she left it.

“Are you ready, Yang?”

She nodded. “I am.”

She was.

She was so ready.

So why the hell was she so damn nervous?

Picking a direction at random, she began walking. Jaune hurried to catch up, and for the first ten minutes, the silence stretched between them. Yang could feel the tension building, her breathing becoming a little labored as she imagined different scenarios.

Was he going to pin her against a tree and take her from behind? Or would he drag her to the ground and fuck her, face to face? Knowing him, he’d love to see her expressions as he shoved that fat cock of his inside her. Well, she wasn’t just going to let it happen! Even if he held the upper hand, she could at least make it a little difficult for him.

...or maybe he’d want her to suck his dick again, and choke on it? He’d definitely want to see her tits while he did her, right? They were his favorite thing. M-Maybe when he was close to finishing, he’d pull out and remove the condom and jerk off, firing his hot cum all over her chest… marking her, smothering her in his scent… as if she belonged to him, just a piece of meat for him to fuck… like she was nothing more than a pocket pussy…

Oh, he was a bastard, wasn’t he? Treating her like this… and she was just going along with it. Fuck, why’d he have to have such a fat dick? Why couldn’t he have been a limp dicked virgin that she could play around with and completely dominate? Instead, she was the one being toyed with.

Yang waved a hand at her face, attempting to cool down.

“It is a bit hot, isn’t it?” Jaune said, tugging at his collar. “My hoodie isn’t exactly the best in this type of weather.”

Was he saying that he wanted to take it off?

Or was he asking her to help him take it off?

Yang swallowed.

She needed to calm down. Her overactive imagination wasn’t helpful, not right now.

The Emerald Forest wasn’t exactly safe, so maybe he wouldn’t make a move after all. Maybe it would be after class, when Yang was all hot and sweaty, and they went back to the school for a nice, long shower… she knew what else was nice and long, and where Jaune wanted to stick it…

“Focus,” Yang grumbled. “Stop being so horny.”

“Did you say something?” Jaune asked suddenly.

“N-Nothing,” she stuttered. “Come on, let’s go this way.”

It didn’t take them long to come across some Grimm. They caught them unaware, a pack of Beowolves trudging through the undergrowth, doing nothing to hide their presence. Yang took the time to attach her scroll to her belt and activated the camera before turning to Jaune, the sudden surge of adrenaline she always got when she was about to fight Grimm helping to settle her nerves.

“I’m going in,” she said, her gauntlets activating. Ember Celica clicked into place. “Cover my back.”

Jaune nodded. “Got it.”

They weren’t much of a fight but her Uncle Qrow always warned her not to grow overconfident. At the end of the day, they were capable of rending flesh with remarkable ease, and a simple misstep was all it took for a Huntsman to lose their life. Even a veteran like her uncle. So despite the ease of the assignment, Yang got into game mode and charged in, completely focused on the job at hand.

She fell upon them in a fury, her first punch cracking bone as she nailed the lead Beowolf in the ribs, the creature howling in pain as it was blasted off its feet. Before the others could react, she turned sharply and unloaded another punch, a brutal uppercut that rocked the Grimm back and up onto its hind legs, Yang finishing it with an overhand left that pummeled its chest with a sickening wet snap. Its friends roared in defiance and leapt at her, but Yang was undaunted, lashing out with a lightning fast jab and discharging a Fire Dust round into the face of one, and then spinning and kicking another with a brutal roundhouse kick that sent it rumbling through the dirt.

Yang felt something close in on her from behind but before she could avoid it, she heard the Beowolf yelp, a splash of hot blood spray across the back of her legs. The Grimm collapsed, cut in half, and then another snarled before it met its end, Jaune’s blade piercing its throat and twisting violently.

The remaining Grimm leapt at them, furious, but Yang avoided them gracefully before her fists pistoned into their exposed sides, shotgun blasts blowing their ribcages apart in a mess of bloody gore.

It was all over in less than twenty seconds, the bodies smoking as they began to decay, black tendrils floating off into nothingness until only they remained.

Yang grinned, giving him the thumbs up. “Too easy~!”

Jaune laughed nervously. “Heh, yeah – that wasn’t too bad.”

She slapped him on the shoulder. “Come on, you did good. You’re way better than you used to be. Keep it up and you might even become a badass before too long.”

For the first time in a long time, Yang felt like she was in her element with him. Sure, maybe he had a big fat dick and knew how to play her body like an instrument, and she was sure she’d made some pretty embarrassing sounds and faces over the last couple of weeks, stuff she could never live down, but out here, against Grimm, Yang was the top dog. Not him.

It was a return to form, and Yang felt confident as they continued searching the forest.

They encountered a few more packs and they made short work of them, Yang acting as the vanguard with Jaune backing her up, ensuring that any Grimm that came at her from her blind spot was dealt with. They were a surprisingly good team, Yang drawing their attention with her wild, vicious fighting style while Jaune took them unaware, slicing them to ribbons.

She hadn’t been kidding before. He’d improved a lot since the beginning of the year. Not just his fighting but how he handled the pressure of fighting Grimm. She could still remember his terrified face during initiation, wondering how he’d even made it into Beacon in the first place if he was so frightened of Grimm. But no matter how scared he’d been, he hadn’t backed down. He’d fought by their side, and the Grimm they’d come up against that day – they weren’t every day, run of the mill Grimm. They’d been old, and big, and dangerous, and yet Jaune had faced them, refusing to run away when they’d been forced to fight them.

At the time, she remembered thinking that was pretty impressive. Facing your fears head on, that was the type of person Yang could respect.

Yang pouted.

Yeah, she could respect that about him, but she wasn’t about to respect everything else! What was wrong with her? Yeah, so he had some good qualities but what about all the bad ones? Like holding her secret over her head and extracting sexual favors to keep it hidden? That wasn’t a very admirable quality, was it?

For some reason, that argument had been sounding a little bit thin, as of late.

He was really getting to her.

“Yang, wait,” he suddenly said, voice sharp. Yang stopped on instinct, hearing the urgency in his voice. “Do you hear that?”

Yang listened carefully, straining her ears. The forest was eerily silent. Too silent.

And then she heard it. Some type of clicking noise, almost like bone on bone, skittering legs – she grimaced.

It better not be a bug Grimm. She hated bug Grimm.

“Up ahead,” he whispered, gesturing with his hand. Crouching, Jaune took the lead this time, moving slowly through the undergrowth. Yang followed, staying low.

The Grimm was large, long and slender with each section of its body covered in bone plates. It had countless legs, long, creepy antennae and a drooling maw that spilt acid across the ground as it skittered forward. Yang knew what it was.

“Centinel,” she said, not happy; it was a bug, fashioned after a centipede. They were found all over Remnant but the ones around Vale were of the smaller variety, which was good, and had slightly different bodies. The Centinel found in Solitas were much bigger and meaner, though all of their abilities were the same. At least, she thought they were. “They spit acid.”

Jaune sighed. “Great. Just what we need.”

This foe was more dangerous than some Beowolves.

“So – you want to lead for this one?” Yang asked.

“The underside is its weak point,” he said. “I’ll disable as many of its legs as I can. Yang, I’ll rely on you to give me an opening. Hit it hard, hit it fast, expose its belly and I’ll go in for the kill.”

Yang nodded, smirking. “Sounds like a plan.”

Once again, Yang acted as the main attraction, charging out with a roar. The Grimm wheeled around, startled before hissing, spewing a long stream of acid. Yang ducked low, nose wrinkled as the horrid smell washed over her, and she heard the ground behind her hiss as the acid ate away at dead leaves and broken branches.

Her fist clashed with the hard bone plating of its skull, the Centinel rocked by the powerful blow. Yang grimaced as her arm ached from the force of her punch, dodging to the side as it lashed out again, only momentarily dazed. It was faster, much faster than its large size would give credit to, but Yang was faster, leaping up above and twisting her body, unleashing another devastating shot onto the top of its crown.

The Grimm flattened as she struck it with an echoing crack, a shockwave produced from the power of her strike. Jaune picked his moment, rushing in, Crocea Mors flashing as he slashed through several of its legs at the joint, reducing its mobility. It roared in anger and pain, flailing, and Yang yelped as it tossed her off its head.

She tumbled through the dirt before vaulting back to her feet, annoyed. Another stream of acid flew at her, and she managed to avoid it by the skin of her teeth, much closer than she was comfortable with. Slamming her gauntlets together, she let her fists fly, firing several Dust rounds into its face, blinding it with bursts of fire.

It reared up in agitation and Yang capitalized, dashing in and leaping up, a solid uppercut rattling its jaw. The Grimm howled as it was blasted upwards, its long belly exposed, and with a shout, Jaune leapt in for the kill. His sword sunk into the soft underbelly, all the way to the hilt, and with a roar of effort, he dragged it down, using a combination of strength and gravity to completely disembowel it.

“Urgh,” Yang flinched as innards spilled across the forest floor, blood gushing across Jaune’s front. The Centinel flailed in its death throes before collapsing to the ground, shuddering before curling up and becoming still.

They’d done it.

“Way to go,” Yang walked over and slapped him on the back, beaming. “You’re really getting the hang of this Huntsman thing.”

Jaune turned to face her, his face splashed with blood, his armor and pants drenched in it. Crocea Mors gleamed darkly, gore dripping from the tip, and something about the sight made Yang’s inside throb.

He looked like a warrior, his handsome face specked with the life blood of his conquest. The look in his eyes was stern, none of the frightened boy present that had confronted his fear, all those months ago, replaced by a man.

Yang swallowed, feeling hot and bothered.

Was he going to claim her now? Now that he’d shown her that he wasn’t only capable at wringing orgasms from her body, but he was also becoming the sort of Huntsman that Yang found admirable, dependable and totally fucking hot? In a fit of battle lust, was he going to pin her down and fuck her senseless, drive her mad with that stupidly ridiculous cock of his, and finally make her a woman?

“Yuck. I’m glad I kept my mouth closed, that would have tasted awful,” he said, looking down at the mess. “The one good thing about Grimm is that this all vanishes in a few minutes.”

He met her eyes, and he blinked.

“Yang?”

She was panting. Why was she panting? It felt like no matter how deeply she breathed, she couldn’t get enough air.

“Are you okay?”

She was. She was more than okay. She was ready. There was no fighting it. They’d started down this path weeks ago, and now it was time for him to finish it.

“Are you done being a big bad Huntsman?”

“Huh?”

“Because if you are,” her gauntlets retracted back into their bracelet form. “I think it’s time you claimed your prize.”

“What are you—,” his voice trailed off as she removed her jacket, exposing her yellow tube top. It struggled to contain her breasts, the fabric straining. Next she removed her orange scarf, tossing it aside. “Yang, what are you doing?”

“You killed the monster, now you get the girl,” she said, fingers teasing her waist, rubbing at her firm belly. “This is what you want, right? This is what you’ve been waiting for, all this time, teasing me, tormenting me, taking your time – well, I think we’ve waited long enough, don’t you?”

Blue eyes widened as she removed her utility belt, letting it drop to the ground.

“We’re in the middle of the Emerald Forest?”

They were. This was dangerous. Unwise. What if more Grimm came? How could they protect themselves if Jaune was railing her with that fat dick?

She didn’t care.

Enough was enough.

Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out the small metallic square. Jaune’s mouth opened slightly, staring at it, and Yang smirked.

“You can’t fuck me raw,” she said, voice surprisingly steady. Her heart was bouncing around in her chest, slamming against her ribcage. All she could hear was the pound-pound-pound of her blood, thrumming in her ears. “Not yet.”

Yet. Yet. Yet.

Not yet.

The blood was already flaking away, the white of his armor peeking through. Yang backed up, hips swaying side to side until her back pressed against a tree, steadying her.

“How do you want me?”

Crocea Mors slipped from his fingers and hit the ground with a muffled thump.