A Semblance of Emotion 034

As soon as they returned to Beacon, they were rushed to the Headmasters office to give a statement about the fate of their proctor. The death of a Huntsman was a serious thing, and they spent the next hour giving as many details as they could about the events that transpired. They left nothing out, painstakingly going over their actions, the appearance of the Grimm, and the fate of the Huntsman, and what followed. There was no body to recover, only his weapon, which Jaune and Nora had found among the debris of their first battle ground after urging the pilots to make a stop on the way back to Vale.

It didn’t make up for his death but the man had a family, and if it gave them any comfort at all to have his weapon returned, then he was glad to have made the decision.

Ozpin didn’t say much, letting Professor Goodwitch question them until she had no more questions to ask. It was only then that he spoke up.

“You mentioned something about your semblance,” he peered at Jaune above his glasses, hands steepled together. “May we see your scrolls?”

“Yes, of course,” Jaune and Nora both handed over their devices after unlocking them, and they watched as Professor Goodwitch hooked them up to a panel on Ozpin’s desk. A series of holographic screens appeared, a flood of data pouring across them as he typed away on a keyboard.

Jaune caught the moment where Ozpin discovered what he was looking for, his eyes widening a fraction before smoothing out.

“Sir?”

“These numbers are much higher than the tests you conducted with us,” he said slowly, thinking things over. “I must say – this is remarkable, young man. Such an increase in so short of time. Tell me, do you know what brought this on?”

Jaune didn’t know what to say. He had a very good idea what triggered it but he wasn’t about to tell his Headmaster and combat teacher that the reason why his semblance had gotten more potent was because he’d slept with his partner. It was private and none of their business, and just the thought of his teachers knowing was mortifying.

But what else could he say?

Nora had the answer.

“We started dating,” she chirped, and Ozpin and Goodwitch stared at her blankly. Jaune turned to stare at her, as well. “What? It’s the truth!”

“Be that as it may,” Goodwitch frowned. “What does your relationship status have to do with the subject of conversation?”

Nora rolled her eyes. “Because that’s why his semblance got stronger. Show her, Jaune-Jaune.”

He stared at her incredulously. “What?”

“It’s okay. They need to see it.”

Jaune grimaced.

“Mr. Arc?”

“Right,” he stood up and began removing his armor.

Goodwitch’s frown deepened. “Mr. Arc, what are you doing?”

“I’m showing you,” he said, setting down each piece of plate before pulling off his shirt. Before her outrage could be vocalized, he turned his back.

Ozpin leaned forward in his chair. “...I do believe that is a tattoo of some kind, Mr. Arc. Why are you showing us this?”

“Because I’ve never gone to a tattooist before,” he said. “This just… appeared, after we started ‘dating’. We think it has something to do with what happened.”

Professor Goodwitch approached from around the table. “May I touch it, Mr. Arc?”

He nodded.

Her fingers were cool and traced the inked symbol carefully.

“Ms. Valkyrie,” she then said. “Stand up and turn around.”

Nora hopped up out of her chair and spun around, rocking back and forth on her heels.

“They’re the same,” Ozpin said, voice filled with interest. “How peculiar.”

Jaune hoped Goodwitch didn’t notice the faint, slightly upraised skin on the other side of his back. He didn’t know how he would be able to explain that one, not after Nora had just said they were dating to explain her marking. Thankfully, she was completely focused on Nora’s marking and missed it.

“Could you call on your semblance right now?” Ozpin pressed, and Jaune nodded. Aura bloomed and like before, white-gold light poured from his skin. Nora gasped as her own aura responded in kind, their aura mingling despite the gap between them. “Interesting. You no longer need to be in contact.”

“The mark is glowing,” Goodwitch said. Jaune could feel the warmth radiating off it, and could feel Nora’s feelings mixing with his own. But once again, it did not overwhelm him. A seamless blending. “It appears that you’ve unblocked another facet of your ability. Congratulations.”

“Thanks.”

“Ehehehe,” Nora giggled, and at their curious looks, she said, “It feels really good. Like I’m in a warm bath and being massaged, all at once.”

Ozpin coughed. “Yes, well – thank you, Mr. Arc. You may stop now.”

He cancelled his semblance and Nora whined in protest, pulling on his shirt to cover up.

“An intriguing development despite the tragedy of the situation,” Ozpin sighed. “You’ve both been through a harrowing ordeal, one far beyond the scope of what we expect our first year students to endure. But endure it you did, and you felled an incredibly dangerous Grimm in the process for which you have the thanks of Beacon Academy as a whole.”

Jaune retook his seat as their scrolls were returned to them.

“You will both be awarded a silver star, a reward usually reserved only for licensed Huntsmen. It will remain forever on your records, denoting the skill and courage you have shown in the face of extreme adversity. In the future, you will find that it may open some doors that are closed to other Huntsmen, should the need ever arise. It is one of the highest honors that we can bestow, so be proud of the efforts you have displayed today.”

Nora looked just as surprised as Jaune felt.

“You are both exempt from classes for the rest of the week,” he continued. “Rest and recover, and if you require counseling, only ask and it shall be provided. Professor Goodwitch?”

She handed them both a card with a number on it.

“Our staff are all trained to provide a listening ear and advice, should you need it,” she said softly. “This is my number. If you need someone to talk to, call me and we can set up a meeting. Witnessing death can be a difficult experience.”

Jaune nodded. “Thank you.”

Jaune didn’t see himself using it. He’d already witnessed his fair share of death as a child. While his family had been unharmed, other people hadn’t been so lucky. And Nora… well, he had a feeling she was much like him. She’d seen death, and would come to terms with it in her own way.

He’d be by her side, anyway. If she ever wanted to talk about what happened.

“I will contact you for another session with Professor Peach next week,” Ozpin took over again. “As well as Doctor Oobleck. This development with your semblance must be investigated. That is, if you are still willing?”

“Yes, sir,” he said. “Of course.”

“Very well. You may go. I’m sure your friends are eagerly awaiting to hear from you.”

Once they were in the elevator, Jaune turned to Nora.

“We’re dating?”

She grinned. “Did you want me to tell them we’d had sex?”

No. No he did not.

“Even though it wasn’t the whole truth, it still got the right message across,” she continued, hands on hips. “Are you mad?”

“No, of course not,” he said at once. “You just surprised me, that was all.”

“Good surprise or bad surprise?”

She was enjoying this.

“Good surprise.”

Her grin turned into a wide smile. “Good. Because we are totally dating, mister. I don’t just let anybody stick their dick in me.”

Their friends were waiting for them in their room, whatever conversation they were having coming to a halt as Jaune unlocked the door with his scroll and pushed it open. Before he could even say anything, Ruby slammed into his stomach with a semblance-enhanced leap, rose petals flying everywhere.

“Hey,” he said, rocking back on his heels as she hugged him furiously. “I’m okay. Everything is fine.”

“Shut up, you big dummy,” she said, arms tightening around his waist. Jaune hugged her back before she let go and hugged Nora.

Yang followed in her sister’s wake, much more calmly but her expression was filled with relief. They embraced, the blonde haired girl remaining silent for several seconds as they hugged.

“I heard you kicked that Grimm’s ass,” she finally said, leaning back.

Jaune smiled. “Yeah, we did.”

“Good,” she said emphatically. “You all good?”

Jaune nodded. “We’re all good.”

Ren and Pyrrha remained seated, the latter waving. They already knew everything, seeing as they were with the Bullhead that picked them up. Jaune and Nora had already told them, and so they were much calmer than the rest.

After Yang was Blake, and Jaune felt like she lingered in his arms much longer than was appropriate for friends, not that he minded. Her nose nuzzled against his neck, her arms thrown around his neck with her body flush against his front.

Weiss was last, her face calm but Jaune could see the emotion in her eyes. When they hugged, she pulled herself up off her toes, Jaune’s arm around her waist keeping her steady.

“I’m sorry we weren’t there,” she said.

“That isn’t your fault,” he replied. “The test split us all up. We were just unlucky.”

“Even so, I feel horrible,” she tightened her hold. “You are unharmed?”

He nodded. “Yeah, we’re fine.”

When all the emotional reunions were out of the way, Nora twirling Weiss around much to the heiress’ outrage, they filled in any of the gaps that Ren and Pyrrha hadn’t gotten around to telling them. Jaune told them everything they’d told Ozpin and Goodwitch, with the exception of his semblance. It wasn’t that he wanted to hide it from them, it was just… awkward, attempting to find a way to explain that particular part without revealing the intimacy he and Nora had shared.

Nora also stayed silent on that subject, for which he was grateful. It was something he wanted to break to his teammates and friends slowly.

“We saw your sword,” Ruby said softly, distressed. “I’m sorry, Jaune.”

It was wrapped in a cloth on his bed, and when he pulled the cloth open, he felt a pinch of sadness. He’d managed to recover the blade but it was in several pieces, the metal fractured from Nora’s powerful, amplified strike. He ran his fingers over the hilt, caressing the worn leather before he settled his hand against the flat of the shattered blade.

“It’s okay,” he said, though he wasn’t telling the whole truth. This was his great-grandfather’s sword, a priceless heirloom of the Arc family. It had seen battle in the Great War, and it had slain countless Grimm. It hurt Jaune to see it in such poor condition but also proud, for it had never let him down, not once. Even against that monstrous Grimm, it had held its own and helped deliver the killing blow. “It went out doing what it was made for.”

“What are you going to do with it?” Pyrrha asked.

He sighed. There was only one thing he could do. It wasn’t even a question. “I’ll reforge it. Make it stronger than ever.”

“I’m helping,” Ruby said at once, her silver eyes filled with determination. “Don’t even think about saying no.”

Jaune chuckled. “I wouldn’t dream of it, Ruby. Thank you. I know you’ll make sure it’s the best sword ever.”

He wasn’t surprised by the offer. In fact, he’d been expecting it. He remembered all those drawings in her sketchbook, the improvements and alterations she had thought up for all their weapons. Jaune had mentioned maybe upgrading his shield but it was his sword that needed desperate repair. What he wasn’t expecting was what came next.

“I would also like to help,” Jaune stared at Pyrrha in surprise. “If you will allow me?”

It took him longer than he would have liked to respond. “Oh – uh, yeah, sure.”

She smiled, and he was reminded once again just how beautiful Pyrrha Nikos really was. When she smiled, and it was genuine, her entire face lit up, her emerald eyes sparkling.

He cleared his throat. “Just no crazy features,” he directed this at Ruby. “I just – no Dust or mecha-shifting or anything like that. Just a sword.”

Ruby nodded. “Just a sword.”

Pyrrha giggled. “Just a sword. We promise.”

It was then that Jaune was reminded that he hadn’t eaten all day, his stomach gurgling loudly. He laughed and rubbed his neck as everyone stared at him, and then at Nora as her stomach imitated his own.

Yang smirked. “I feel ya. I’m starved as well. Dinner should be ready soon.”

“You guys go ahead. I need to shower,” Jaune grimaced, sniffing his arm. “I barely feel like a person.”

Ruby and Yang laughed, while Blake shook her head in amusement.

“We both need to shower,” Nora added. “We both stink. We’ll meet you guys there?”

Weiss nodded. “Very well.”

As everyone filed out, Ren and Nora had a few quiet words before he left, leaving them alone.

“I’ll wash your back,” was the first thing out of her mouth, and Jaune stood in stunned silence as she began removing her clothes.

Jaune snapped out of it when her shirt was halfway up her torso, rushing forward to grab her arms.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “What do you mean? I said I’ll wash your back.”

Jaune tried to come up with a good reason for why that wasn’t a good idea but came up blank. He didn’t have one.

“We’ll get done faster if we go in together,” she said reasonably.

He somehow doubted that but he let go, and Nora quickly removed her shirt. Her bra quickly followed and her breasts gave a lovely bounce as they were freed, his eyes captivated. Nora smiled shyly, giving them a little shake before palming them from underneath, jiggling them harder.

“I’m glad you like them, I think they’re pretty cool too,” she let them drop, reaching for her skirt. He was suddenly reminded of her lack of panties, and realized that she’d spent the whole ride back and the meeting with their professors without underwear. As her combat skirt pooled around her ankles, her pretty pussy met his eyes.

“Ehehehe,” she giggled, her cheeks flushing lightly.

“You’ve no idea, do you?” he breathed out. “Just how beautiful you are?”

Her blush deepened.

“Aw, shucks – warn me before you say stuff like that,” she hid her face as she kicked off her boots and socks, leaving her completely naked. “And get undressed. You’re wearing too many clothes.”

Jaune removed his armor and carefully set it aside before getting undressed. Nora watched him eagerly between her fingers, licking her lips as his swelling erection caught her eye.

“There it is,” she looked incredibly pleased. “Come on.”

He followed her obediently into the bathroom and admired her amazing body as she leaned into the shower and turned the tap. It was more than big enough for two people, and when the water warmed up, she stepped under the spray. Holding out a hand, Jaune grabbed it and let her pull him in, her eyes sparkling as she gazed up at him. Her skin shimmered wetly and he had to touch her, stroking her side, his thumb tickling the underside of her boob.

“Mmm,” she hummed, eyes fluttering. “I’ll wash you first, then you wash me?”

Jaune nodded and let her move him directly under the spray, the warm water cascading down his body. He heard her open one of the body washes, pouring it onto loofah before lathering it up.

“I love your back,” she admitted as she began scrubbing, starting high at the base of his neck and then working her way across his shoulders, and then down his sides and spine. “It’s so wide and strong.”

One of her hands settled on his hip, the loofah moving around his lower back before scrubbing his buttocks.

“You’ve also got a really cute butt,” she said cheekily.

“So do you,” he returned.

“Ehehe.”

She scrubbed him all the way down the backs of his legs before slowly working her way back up. His cock continued to grow, hardening as his erection filled with more blood until his length jutted out, flexing as she continued to wash him. Finished with his back, she lathered her hand in soap before reaching around, and he groaned when her slender fingers wrapped around the base of his cock.

“Oh, this guy is excited, isn’t he?” her voice dripped with honey, and then he felt her plush tits against his back. Her other hand reached around and she grabbed him further up the shaft, stroking him up and down, lathering him up.

“Nora, that feels amazing,” he sighed, heat unfurling in his belly as she peeled back his foreskin, revealing his sensitive glans. Nora gasped as he throbbed in her grip, her hands moving faster. The lower hand stroked up and down quickly, reaching down to fondle his balls while the higher hand moved up, up, up, encircling his fat head. The pleasure was soft and hot, his abs tensing as it spread through his loins.

“Mm, it’s so thick and long, and so hot,” she moaned, rubbing her body against him. Jaune’s hips jumped when her palm swiped across the tip. “I had this bad boy inside me, mmm – it made me feel so good, Jaune. It made me ache. Did my pussy make you feel good?”

Jaune nodded, his breathing rough as she squeezed her hands, wringing him out. “Your pussy made me feel so good, Nora. It was so tight and hot, baby.”

Nora loved the sound of that word on his lips, pumping him harder. “Yeah? Do you want to feel it again?”

He did. More than anything.

She turned him around until they were facing each other, their eyes meeting. Nora’s eyes smouldered with barely suppressed lust, Jaune’s pupils blown wide.

She teased the tip of his dick with a single finger, bobbing it up and down. “We have to finish washing first, though, right?”

This time she lathered up his front, his cock brushing against her smooth, firm belly. He lightly caressed her hips and sides, moving higher, giving her large tits a firm squeeze. Nora sighed in bliss, squirming, her tender insides throbbing. All these hours later, her pussy still ached with a soreness of being filled by such a manly cock but it still yearned for more.

When he was completely scrubbed over, he rinsed off and then it was her turn. Nora had him completely bricked, his cock throbbing and flexing, pre-cum leaking in a show of supreme arousal. Two could play at this game, and Nora bit her lip, knowing that he was going to return the favor.

He started with her back, like she did, lathering her from shoulder to ass, and down her shapely, short legs. When he was face to face with her pale, curvy butt, he leaned it and gave the left cheek a sharp nip, causing her to jump.

“Jaune!” she exclaimed in surprise, moaning as he cleaned between her cheeks. A hand quested between her plump thighs and found her weeping slit, her silken juices contrasting with the water sharply. Gently, he played with her entrance, teasing it, putting pressure on her vagina, threatening to penetrate. She angled her hips eagerly but he pulled away, standing, his cock resting on the curve of her butt.

“Tease,” she complained, as if she hadn’t done the same thing to him.

“Turn around,” he ordered playfully and she faced him, biting her lip.

“These need a good scrub,” she thrust her chest out.

She moaned when he lathered up her tits, squeezing her plump flesh. Her nipples pebbled against his palms, a deep throb passing through her tummy as he fondled her. Jaune spent a lot of time here, getting her hot and bothered, stretching her breasts out and stroking them, as if he was trying to milk them, tensing his fingers and massaging the deep tissue.

“Mm, Jaune~♡,” she sighed in bliss, clamping her thighs together as her pussy leaked. The tips of her nipples were so hard, she thought they were going to crack. “Haaaah, mmng – if you keep playing with my tits, you’ll make me cum.”

It was true. Nora could feel her insides tensing up, her inner walls coiling tightly. Her womb was a ball of roiling fire, and when he pinched her nipples and tugged on them, she cried out softly. Jaune’s cock flexed at the sound and thumped against her stomach, right above where her womb was, and Nora felt like it was declaring ownership of her deepest spot.

“Please,” she begged. “Mm, I can’t take it any more. I need that fat dick inside me.”

But he wasn’t done teasing her. Nora had started it, so she was just going to have to endure.

Once her breasts were well and truly soapy, he moved down her body, scrubbing her stomach, her sides, squeezing her hips. When the loofah slipped between her legs, sliding over her engorged lips, she bucked against him.

“Ah~! Jaune~♡,” she whined.

He made sure to soap her up, nice and good before discarding the loofah and using his hands. Her clitoris was swollen, and when his fingers found it, she sobbed.

“No, please,” she hissed, bringing their bodies together. His arm was trapped between them, tracing her sensitive bean, and she saw stars. “No, no – mmmggh, put it in,” she humped his hand, rolling her hips sensually. “Cock. Put your cock inside me~♡”

“I think we’re skipping a part,” he whispered, his voice coming out deeper than usual. Nora shook, squealing when he encircled her clit with two fingers and began rubbing it in tight circles, her breathing becoming erratic. “We haven’t even kissed this time.”

Nora surged forward and Jaune met her, her lips opening gleefully as he kissed her passionately. Wet smacks sounded as they devoured one another in a frenzy, the soap suds trailing down their bodies as he moved them both under the spray completely. Nora trembled as his tongue entered her mouth, dominating her, swirling and bathing her in his saliva.

Her womb pounded.

Nora bit his lip, hard. Jaune hissed and then groaned as she soothed the pain with her lips, sucking on it, kissing it better.

“Inside,” she demanded breathlessly, feeling unhinged; out of control. “Fuck me!”

He palmed one of her thighs, hooking it up by his waist before lifting her effortlessly, his muscles tensing. Nora yelped as he picked her up as if she weighed no more than a pillow, her back against the tiled wall. Grabbing at him desperately, she gasped as his fat tip prodded at her opening, stretching her entrance apart.

“Oh, fuuuuuuuck,” she whimpered through clenched teeth as he slowly but surely impaled her, sinking into her tender, hot pussy. He quickly found her g-spot, curved up against that wonderfully sensitive place inside her vagina, and she jerked as he grinded on it, moving back and forth, back and forth, torturing it.

“Nnngg, deeper,” she managed to get out between cries of pleasure, her walls gripping him desperately. “Mm, please, fuck me deeper~♡”

She was so hot and wet, melting around his shaft, his balls throbbing as he pushed further inside her soft body. She parted around his girth, giving him the most pleasurable, snug hug, twitching around his length until he felt the end of her, the fleshy cap of her cervix resting against his tip. When he nudged it, she crooned in a mixture of discomfort and ecstasy, her head tossed back.

“You feel so good, baby,” he praised, shifting his hips slightly and pressing deeper. Nora thrashed, moaning gibberish as he put pressure on her uterus. “God, I love your pussy.”

He did. He loved how tight her entrance was, snug around the base. He loved how deep it was, able to take him to the root. He loved how hot it was, burning through his shaft and enveloping him in pure heat. He loved how wet it was, allowing him to slide effortlessly as he began to thrust, drawing back and pounding deep, her entire body jerking. He loved how her folds caught in the rugged ridge of his glans, the pleasure sharp and addicting, as if her body never wanted his cock to leave.

She was perfect for him. His tiny little partner, her face twisting in pleasure as he began to slide in and out, rocking his hips and finding the perfect rhythm. Soon their pelvises were clapping together, a thick, resounding pop echoing in the bathroom as he railed her with the full length of his considerable cock.

Her moans were like music to his ears, voice strained and filled with need. Jaune grunted, moving faster, gripping her thighs harder as he pistoned into her molten snatch, ripping cry after cry from her throat, loving the way her face rolled through emotion after emotion, her eyes soul rending as they stared at him in adoration.

Every time Jaune pounded her cervix, Nora felt like the air was being driven from her lungs. The discomfort from being fucked so deeply only heightened the pleasure, a potent cocktail that quickly sent her spiralling. Her belly throbbed, lightning shooting up her spine as that hot ball of pleasure in her womb tightened, tightened, tightened and then snapped, a rush of heat blowing through her like a bomb.

“Jaune~♡” she gasped, eyes rolling as her pussy contracted violently. “Cumming~!”

Her voice grew sharp, nails digging into his slippery back as she coiled around his thrusting cock like a well oiled fist, attempting to milk the seed from his balls. Jaune didn’t stop moving, fucking her through her orgasm, relishing her sobs and pleas, shaft swelling as his balls slapped against her ass.

He was close.

“Fuck, Nora,” he grunted, changing the angle of his glide. Nora whimpered as he somehow punched deeper, clenching around him erratically as another smaller orgasm followed the first, and he was done.

The knot of pressure in his shaft unraveled, and with a groan that erupted from the depths of his soul, Jaune got ready to seal his hips to hers and cum, only to remember at the very last moment that she wasn’t on birth control.

His cum was already rocketing up his shaft as he pulled out of her sticky embrace, cock jerking as he spat several long, thick ropes of cum against the shower wall directly below her. Nora whined in loss, Jaune feeling the same way as he finished outside her sexy body.

“Why’d you pull out?” she slurred.

Jaune rested his forehead against hers, kissing her deeply before saying, “We have to be careful.”

Because if they weren’t, it wouldn’t be long until they had a bunch of kids. Sampling her body once was more than enough to become addicted to it.

They needed to be smart.

Nora hummed as her eyes cleared slightly, looking abashed, “I forgot. Oops.”

Jaune couldn’t help but laugh.