Jaune x Kali -- Comfort

“Jaune,” the voice is sudden, sharp, and yet he sensed no urgency in it. A call for attention, and from someone he has known for years at this point. He took a moment to dry off his hands using the dirty rag by his side before rolling out from under the vehicle he is working on. There was a leak in the brake line, one he’d been able to patch up, but it was going to need to be replaced before too long. An actual mechanic would need to look at it, sooner rather than later.

The hot sun hit his face as he moves from the shadow of the truck, momentarily blinding him before his vision cleared, and Blake Belladonna smiled down at him.

“Blake,” he greeted, sitting up. His overalls are a mess, but that is to be expected when you work on a farm. “What are you doing here?”

“Do I need a reason to visit a friend?” she questions, voice filled with faux scorn. He grinned in response.

“No,” he admitted. “But when a busy person such as yourself takes time out of her day to come all the way out here, I assume it’s something important.”

There’s a bit of guilt in her expression but his light tone shows that he isn’t disappointed or mad. Jaune rolls off the creeper and stands, straightening up.

“It isn’t anything so serious,” she said. “I was just hoping to ask you for a favor.”

“Name it,” he said instantly, and her eyes softened.

“You don’t even know what I’m going to ask you.”

“Does it really matter?” Jaune shrugged. “So what’s up?”

Her smile is full of gratitude. “Like I said, it isn’t anything serious. I was just wondering if you could give my mom a hand.”

Blake already had his full attention, but if she hadn’t, she would now.

“Sure. What does she need?”

“You’ll know this better than anyone, but we’re getting all the firewood ready for the winter,” Blake said, her eyes drifting off to his own pile stacked next to his shed. It was already split and neatly stacked, though there was much more to come. “I normally handle it for her but – well, something has come up.”

Jaune frowned. “What’s happened?”

“What else?” she sighed. “Grimm.”

Yeah, that would do it.

The world was a much different place than it had been before, but there was always that one constant. They’d saved the world, given an Immortal Witch her eternal rest and even slayed Gods, but the Grimm remained, as they always had.

“You’re going out?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Team RWBY – we’re all going.”

Jaune blinked. “Ah. That bad?”

Blake grimaced. “There are… a lot of them.”

It had been awhile since he’d picked up his sword for anything other than training or the odd, small skirmish, but, “Shouldn’t you be asking if I could help you guys instead?”

She shook her head. “There are a lot, but it isn’t anything we can’t handle. Who do you think we are?”

Her confident look set him at ease. “Trust me. I know exactly who you are.”

She smiled. “And don’t you forget it.”

The war had ended in their victory, but it had come at a horrible cost. Millions of people once called Remnant their home, human and faunus alike. These days, Jaune guessed that their number was somewhere in the thousands. It was hard to tell. Most of the survivors from Vale, Atlas and Vacuo were living here, with them, on the southern coast of Sanus, but they numbered only seven thousand, give or take a hundred. Mistral was a ruin, but the population had shifted east towards the hotter, arid plains. How many still survived there was anyone’s guess. Menagerie… well, they’d been quickly overrun with Grimm. As for anyone else, they were scattered to the wind, struggling to survive in this brand new reality where there were no kingdoms, and they had to fight and struggle for every piece of land they owned.

The people here were the luckiest, if you could call it that, being the orphans of three destroyed kingdoms. They had battle hardened Huntsmen to lead them across the continent to find and settle fertile land. Everyone else had been left to fend for themselves.

Including…

Jaune shut down that thought immediately. It had been long enough. He had made peace with it. Not just the seven years since the end of the war, but the two decades he spent in the Ever After. He had never expected to see his family again, and he hadn’t.

There was no point in focusing on the past. He could only look to the present, and the future. People relied on him, and he would not fail them. He’d had enough failure to last a lifetime.

“So – you want me to split her wood for her? And stack it up?”

“If you could?”

Jaune nodded. “No problem. I’d be happy to help, Blake. Really.”

“I know you’re also a busy man,” she said apologetically. “A farm doesn’t run itself.”

“No, but I have time to spare, and I have some kids that come help out every couple of days. Those summer rains did wonders for the fields, especially down in the valley. I’ve never seen them so lush at this time of year, so the cattle are eating good.”

In their new society, they all had their parts to play. Huntsmen were important as the Grimm were always an ever present threat, but something they lacked were skilled, experienced farmers. Vacuo and Atlas weren’t known for their farmers, and those that survived the Fall of Vale were few in number. Jaune was neither skilled or experienced, or at least, he hadn’t been – but he was a fast learner, and he had the strength of several men due to his aura, and semblance. When the worst of the Grimm had been cleared out when they first settled the land, Jaune had transitioned into a new profession.

He and a few others raised livestock on the best grazing lands, while a few others had orchards and planted crops, and most people had chickens for eggs. Supplemented by the fishermen, they generated more than enough food to keep everyone fed. It had been a little rocky in those early years, and rationing had been strict, but those were days of the past. They didn’t have a Schneebucks or a Schneeshack, but things were good in that regard.

No one forgot, though. All it would take is one disaster to return them back to square one. Huntsmen were important. They kept everyone safe. But farmers – and fishermen – were just as important. They kept everyone fed.

“That’s good to hear.”

“I’ll head over as soon as I can,” he gestured to himself. “I better clean myself up, I don’t want your mother to think poorly of me.”

Blake snorted. “As if. You know she adores you. Sometimes I wonder if she likes you more than her own daughter.”

They shared a laugh. It wasn’t even a question. Blake was everything to Kali.

“Will she be expecting me?”

Blake shook her head. “No. Can you let her know why I couldn’t make it?”

“Of course,” he said before placing a hand on her shoulder, giving it a soft pat. “Stay safe out there, okay?”

She nodded. “I will. We will. See you later, okay? I’ll bring everyone over and we can have dinner at my mom’s. It’s been too long since we’ve all been together.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Once Blake left, Jaune washed up and dressed in clean clothes. They weren’t going to stay clean long, chopping wood was sweaty work, but even so. Rubbing his jawline, he realized that he needed a shave. His beard was beginning to get a little too long but that would have to wait. Stopping by his shed to grab his splitting axe, he started walking.

It was a bit of a hike but Dust was a valuable resource, and driving felt wasteful. There was no longer a Schnee Dust Company or Mistral Trading Company to mine the raw material, so they only had what they could scavenge for themselves. Whenever they sent out scouting parties, Dust was always a prize to find in any abandoned settlements, and there were a few natural deposits in their general vicinity. They just didn’t have the machinery to fully exploit it, so they took what they were able and that’s it.

The walk took the better part of an hour, Jaune crossing the entire length of their settlement, passing through the towering gates they had constructed in the early days with hastily felled trees. Their town – or city, or whatever it was – was divided into three main quadrants. The innermost quadrant was where most of the people were housed, containing homes, storage and warehouses for their food and raw materials, and things like inns, eateries, and general stores. The land was flattest here, and right on the shoreline where the wharves serviced their small but growing fishing fleet. Between them and the next quadrant was their last line of defence, a wooden wall built twenty feet high with a massive trench ringing it and filled with sharpened logs, waiting to impale anything that dared try to cross. In the event of an attack, the drawbridges connecting the two parts of their town could be pulled up.

The second quadrant was filled with more industrious buildings. Mechanics, blacksmiths, sawmills, things of that nature. This was also where the only school was, servicing all the children under their care from age five to age seventeen. There were also training grounds where Huntsmen and Huntresses honed their craft, and where they trained anyone who wished to learn. Large, clear areas where people could fight and learn everything they needed to combat the creatures of Grimm.

Another wall divided this area from the final one, which was basically everything outside the protection of the walls. This is where Jaune lived, and where the farms began. It was impossible to wall these off, it would take years, decades, and there probably weren’t enough trees in the entire valley further beyond, but they’d set up simple fences to make sure their livestock didn’t wander off too far.

Kali’s residence was on the opposite side to his own, on the outer fringes. Blake hadn’t been impressed with her choice of location but Kali wasn’t about to be persuaded, and when she began growing fruit and vegetables on her land, that was the end of the discussion. She was only one person, but every little bit helped.

Jaune could still remember the fight Blake had with her mother, though, when she’d offered to live there with Yang. It was one of the few times he’d seen Blake’s mother genuinely angry.

When he arrived, he saw that the front door was wide open. Jaune stomped up onto the porch, not wanting to surprise her, but when he called out in greeting, only silence answered him.

He soon found out why.

He found Kali behind her home, buried to the elbows in dirt.

Jaune paused by the corner of her small home, simply watching as she raked her hands through the recently upturned dirt. From what he could see, she was in the process of planting another garden. That would make it fifteen by his count.

Her sun kissed skin glistened with sweat as she rubbed her brow, smearing soil across her forehead. Her ears twitched, poking through the top of her sun hat, and she suddenly looked up, her amber eyes meeting his own.

“Hey,” he greeted.

“Jaune?” she exclaimed, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

He showed her the splitting axe. “I heard you’ve got some wood that needs splitting.”

She blinked. “Where’s Blake?”

“Grimm,” he said, and that was answer enough.

She quickly stood up, her overalls covered in dirt stains. “So she asked you to split my wood? She shouldn’t have. It could have waited.”

Jaune shrugged. “It’s really no problem, Mrs. Belladonna. I wasn’t doing much at home.”

“I somehow doubt that, young man,” she then frowned. “And haven’t I told you already. Call me Kali.”

“Sorry. Kali,” he said, and she smiled, pleased. “And really, I had nothing going on. Just an old brake line that needed patching, but that’s done now.”

She shook her head. “She should have asked me first. That girl…” Kali then sighed. “Well, you’re here now. I suppose you want to see the wood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned as she rolled her eyes.

“Not ma’am, either. That makes me feel old.”

And she certainly wasn’t that. She might have been in her late forties but if Jaune hadn’t known her, and saw her for the first time, he’d have said she was thirty at most. Not that much older than – well, not much older than he appeared.

His age was a complicated matter.

He looked like he was in his late twenties, but in reality – he was much, much older. He might have been slightly older than Kali was, in truth.

How old he really was, it was impossible to know. He was in the Ever After for around twenty years, but it may have been slightly longer than that, or slightly less. Jaune had tried his best to keep count, at the beginning, but after Alyx’s betrayal, time had blurred together…

He shook his head. Thoughts about that time of his life were best left alone.

“You’re still in your prime, there is nothing old about you,” he said, meaning it. “But noted. No more ma’am.”

“Aren’t you a charmer?” she smirked. “I always knew you were dangerous.”

She led him over to a large pile of sawn, squat logs further around the other side of her home. Jaune began counting and lost track at fifty seven.

“That’s a lot of wood,” he said, impressed. Several trees worth, at the very least.

“Blake went overboard,” Kali smiled fondly. “She ordered way too much – but Gerald gave me a fair price.”

“Do you have enough room to store it all?”

“I’m not sure,” she said truthfully. “If not, we can always give some away.”

“Right,” Jaune nodded. “I guess I better get to work, then.”

“Thank you, for this,” Kali said, her eyes filled with fondness. “I really appreciate it.”

“Happy to help.”

Kali already had a good stump for splitting logs on, so Jaune got started immediately. Removing his shirt, he hung it over the branch of a nearby apple tree and got to work, placing a log on the stump and splitting it with a single swing. The wood cracked loudly, falling apart, and Jaune positioned the new, smaller halves and split those down, and then again, until they were a good size for her fireplace.

It didn’t take long for him to work up a good sweat, letting his mind go blank as he went through the repetitive motions of placing a new log on the block, swinging his axe, and then repositioning the new pieces to split again. It was simple, boring work but Jaune liked the simplicity. There were no stakes involved beyond getting the job done. There were no lives in the balance, no one would get hurt if he didn’t split the log perfectly.

It was just good ol’ fashioned hard work.

Meanwhile, several feet away, Kali got back to her own work, digging through the upturned soil, getting ready to place her new sprouting trees. She’d always been a bit of a green thumb, her house in Menagerie had been laden with all sorts of exotic plants, but here, her gardening skills took on more importance. She was growing plants so they could in turn sustain them, and she found a lot of joy in that.

Which was good because joy had been in short supply in recent times.

She felt the absence of her wedding band keenly, though she knew exactly where it was. Kali removed it whenever she got her hands dirty, and while it was smarter to use gloves, sometimes she just liked to feel the soil on her skin directly. But wearing it did nothing to heal the gaping hole in her heart which her husband once filled.

The war with Salem and the Gods had taken so much. Why couldn’t it have also taken her instead?

Kali frowned, annoyed with her pessimism. It had never been her way but it was difficult to stay positive when your other half was cut away, leaving you alone in the world.

No.

Not alone.

She had Blake.

Blake was her sole ray of sunshine, and no matter how much Ghira’s passing had wounded her, she would never wish to leave her baby girl all alone. She’d seen how loss had broken so many other families, daughters and sons, husbands and wives, brothers and sisters, it made no difference. Some had lost everything. Kali was grateful that she at least had something left.

Others weren’t so lucky.

Kali paused and listened to the crack of splintering wood, her hands stilling.

Jaune Arc. She’d only met him once, briefly, before Vacuo. He’d been at Haven with his team, with her daughter’s team, and Kali remembered thinking he was a nice boy with a good head on his shoulders, not afraid to make fun, and also a good friend to her daughter. At the time, there had been a hint of sadness there, but when Blake explained how he’d lost his partner, it all made sense.

It was the sadness of loss.

When she met him again in Vacuo – he’d been like an entirely different person. Even in their brief encounter, Kali had always seen him as someone with an easy smile for everyone. Blake’s stories from Beacon only confirmed it.

This new Jaune – he smiled little, and it was no longer sadness that clouded his eyes.

It was time.

After Atlas had dropped atop Mantle, and they’d arrived in Vacuo to find refugees and no sign of her daughter, she’d despaired. When she’d appeared months later, well and whole, and even with a girlfriend of all things – Kali had been ecstatic. Until she’d heard the truth of their adventure.

It had sounded so impossible, back then. The Ever After? Like the storybook? But they had been serious, and Kali had found it hard to discount them. But when they’d explained Jaune’s role in everything, that he was the Rusted Knight of legend, and he had been there for years… decades, even…

There was little wonder that he was a different man.

After the war, he had lost even more. His entire family was unaccounted for, and in the years since, there had been no word. Kali had witnessed, even through her own pain, that once happy boy crumble away and become consumed by the sword he carried on his hip.

As they left the broken ruins of a kingdom behind to find their way in the world, he had led from the front. Not with words but with action, slaying Grimm endlessly, like a machine. He never stopped, barely slept, until they found their own little slice of paradise, here at the end of the world.

Kali thought that once the fighting was largely done, and they began to rebuild, Jaune Arc would finally succumb to his demons. But he had surprised her, had surprised all of them when he elected to put down his sword willingly and become a farmer.

And then they’d all watched as over the years, he finally began to heal.

He’d given them everything. Everything he had – and now, he got to rest.

Figuratively speaking.

People didn’t start farming to rest their bodies, after all.

Kali found herself glancing over, watching. Sweat beaded across his broad, muscular back as he fetched another log, placing it on the stump. His muscles bunched and stretched as he hauled the axe up and then swung down, splitting it with a healthy crack. Though he no longer operated as a Huntsman, only called upon when things were dire or there was a need, he still retained the body of a warrior.

His body was lean and hard, rippling, but not bulky. It was a body forged for battle, to take life and protect it, and to never yield or break. Coupled with his sun kissed skin, golden blond hair and beard, and those baby blue eyes that were like the ocean beneath the midday sun…

There was no denying it.

He was an incredibly handsome man.

And yet despite this, he had no girlfriend or wife. In fact, Kali had never seen him with anyone, in all these years. It wasn’t for a lack of attention. Half the single women eyed him with desire, as did some of the men. She’d even seen him turn the heads of his long time friends, Weiss Schnee and Ruby Rose often making eyes his way when he wasn’t looking.

It was sad – but Kali understood.

But it could be so lonely, all by yourself.

These past seven years… and for Jaune, in the Ever After all that time, waiting, alone…

An unthinkable thought occurred to her but Kali did her best to dismiss it, bury it deep, and she distracted herself by finishing planting her new trees – but it persisted, nagging at her.

What if they didn’t need to be alone?

Kali wiped at her brow, finding it sweaty. She felt hot and stifled, her shoulders and back aching. Standing up, she stretched, but inevitably, her eyes found Jaune once again.

Something she hadn’t felt in a very long time kindled deep in her belly, a flush of heat that seeped from her core and spread through her body. Her skin tingled, her neck and cheeks growing hot. Her nipples stiffened as arousal bloomed in full, admiring his strong, lean back, broad shoulders and the way his narrow waist made his physique all the more dramatic.

He’d been at it for well over an hour, nearing two. The pile of logs was still there but he’d made a massive dent in it, and all the split pieces were stacked neatly, ready to be carted away.

She’d been a poor host, hadn’t she?

Kali came to a decision.

She approached him, remaining silent as she drank in the sight of his handsome body at work. Now that she was closer, she could smell his musk in the air, her heightened sense of smell indulging in the deep, rich fragrance of a healthy young man. There was a hint of spice and pine, a worldly scent, of a man who lived his life for the outdoors, but there was something else, something unique to him, Kali thought, that made her mouth suddenly flood with saliva.

Oh, it really had been too long. Much too long.

For the first time in years, she felt like a young girl again. There was a twinge of guilt, buried within. But the love of her life was gone, and she was but a simple woman. She had needs, needs that had been long neglected. It didn’t mean she loved her husband any less.

This was not about love.

This was pure, physical attraction.

“Jaune,” she called, and knew her voice sounded deeper, a husky undertone carrying through. She hadn’t meant to sound this way, but when she was aroused, it was automatic. “Are you hungry?”

He turned, and his chest – god, his chest. Kali devoured his well formed pectorals, and then lower, his rock hard abs. Despite all his years, despite all the dangerous foes he’d faced, his body was free of blemishes. Not one scar marred his skin. It was the result of his ridiculously powerful semblance, his amplified aura keeping his skin as if brand new.

If she looked closely, Kali could see the fine blond hairs on his chest, and then lower still, a golden trail from his bellybutton, disappearing below the waistband of his pants.

Jaune Arc was a fine specimen indeed.

He went to answer before his body did it for him, a gurgling issuing from his stomach. He laughed awkwardly, grinning. “I guess that answers your question.”

His golden locks were slick with sweat, and the flush of his cheeks from exertion only made his blue eyes appear brighter.

Kali swallowed.

“I’ll make you something to eat,” she said, her resolve firming. “And something to drink. I don’t want you to get dehydrated. Let me shower first, and I’ll bring it to you.”

“Thanks, that would be great,” he said, expression full of gratitude.

Jaune watched as Kali vanished into the house before turning back to his work. He’d made good headway but there was still a lot of wood to be chopped. Another twenty minutes passed, his shoulders beginning to burn from the repetitive motions. Eyeing the pile of wood, he saw that he was about halfway through.

If he didn’t have the aid of aura, this would have taken forever.

“Jaaaune,” Kali called suddenly from the house. “Your food is ready!”

Thankful for the break, Jaune set aside his axe before making his way onto the porch. Toeing off his boots, he let himself inside.

Kali’s home was small but well organized, the hardwood floor spotless, the walls a soft cream color. Potted plants took up space in most corners, while smaller plants sat upon flat surfaces, yet it didn’t feel crowded. Instead, it felt alive.

Jaune made his way through the living room, stopping briefly to pay his respects. A small shrine was set up in the corner, adorned with various knickknacks of personal, sentimental value. There were no pictures. Those had all been lost when Menagerie fell. But there didn’t need to be.

He bowed his head, standing still for a moment before moving on.

Kali was waiting in the kitchen.

A sandwich was set on the counter, made with thick, homemade bread. Slices of honey smoked ham with fresh tomato, lettuce and cucumber were nestled between, and two slices of cheese. Beside the sandwich was a tall glass of lemonade.

“Thanks,” he said, spotting Kali standing by the window. He went to say something else but was momentarily struck speechless.

Since when was her hair long?

Ever since he’d known her, she’d kept her hair short. But now it hung down beyond her shoulders. It wasn’t as long as Blake’s hair used to be but it fell halfway down her back, at least, and was still damp from her shower. She must have had it pinned up under her hat earlier.

It was… nice. A pleasant surprise, though it made him wonder… how long had it been since he’d seen her, if he was surprised by the length of her hair?

Jaune sighed.

He’d been a bit of a hermit lately, hadn’t he?

“Jaune?”

“Sorry, it’s just – your hair. It’s long.”

She blinked. “Oh! Ah – I decided to grow it out. It hasn’t been this long since I was a teenager.”

“It makes you look even more like Blake than you usually do.”

“That’s a nice thing to say,” she grinned. “You’re quite good at flattery.”

“It’s easy to speak the truth,” he replied, reaching for the glass of lemonade. “Well – it’s easy to speak an easy truth, I should say.”

The lemonade was the right balance of sweet and sour, helping to quench his thirst. He hummed in approval and downed it in a single go, smacking his lips.

“That hit the spot.”

The bread was soft and filling, the tomato, lettuce and cucumber fresh. Jaune hummed in delight, tasting the smoky ham and cheese, bringing it all together.

There wasn’t anything quite like a homemade meal. Even something as simple as a sandwich. He devoured it quickly, his appetite sated. Kali watched him silently, and when he was done, he got ready to head back outside.

“Thanks for the food and drink,” he said. “It’s just what I needed.”

She approached slowly, the summer dress she’d thrown on swishing about her bare feet. Kali was short, not as short as Weiss but around the same as Blake, her figure slender. There was something about the way she moved that was captivating to him, and Jaune found himself staring, his eyes slipping down to the sway of her wide hips.

Her small hand settled on his arm.

“Kali?”

Amber eyes gazed up at him, a pretty hue; a shade lighter than Blake’s, the color of heated honey.

“Jaune,” her voice was odd, filled with something. It made the hair on his neck stand on end, a rasp that sent a shiver down his spine. “I’ve got a problem… do you think you could help me solve it?”

He blinked. “Uh…”

“It’s just through here,” she said lightly, stroking down his arm and taking his hand. “Let me show you.”

A dim voice warned him not to go, to insist that he needed to get back to his work. If he didn’t hurry, the sun might set before he was done.

He ignored it.

He allowed her to lead him out of the kitchen and towards her bedroom, his heart rate picking up as they approached. Kali walked backwards, her smile full of promise.

Was this really happening right now – or had he fallen over outside, a lack of water causing him to hallucinate? There was no way this was real, right?

Jaune knew he could be dense – but it was pretty hard to ignore the implication here, no matter how slow on the uptake he could be.

The beautiful mother of one of his oldest friends was inviting him into her bedroom, her eyes hot enough to melt steel. Kali wasn’t smoldering; she was blazing, her heated gaze cutting straight through him.

Her room was very basic but cozy. There was a chair in the corner, and a vanity next to it with a mirror, the surface covered in a selection of makeup and scents they’d managed to scavenge over the years. Her wardrobe was open, and Jaune saw a variety of different outfits within, none of which held his attention. Her bed was neatly made, wide – meant for two.

Jaune found it difficult to speak.

“You mentioned a problem?”

She released his hand, stepping back, still facing him. Her cheeks flushed lightly, a pretty shade that reminded him of Forever Fall.

“I did,” she said, her hands reaching up to toy with the straps of her dress. “You see… it seems that I may have a leak, and I was wondering if you could take a look?”

Her dress fluttered as it fell to the floor, pooling around her feet, and Jaune felt his breath catch. She wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath.

Kali was not a Huntress, yet her body was toned and fit from countless hard worked hours in her garden and beyond. Even pushing forty, her belly was mostly flat with only a hint of softness, her modest breasts heavy, a shapely c-cup, sagging wonderfully, enhancing their full shape. Her nipples were wide, a dusky reddish hue, areola wide, the tips thick and hard with arousal. Jaune’s eyes slipped down her wonderful body, drinking her in, pausing on wide hips before moving inward. With some surprise, he noticed that her mons was smooth, hairless, and she smirked when she caught him staring.

“I just shaved,” she lightly caressed her skin. “Do you like it?”

He nodded wordlessly.

Her inner labia curled from within her slit, tangled, the same dusky red hue as her nipples, glistening with her essence. This is what she meant by a leak, thin trails dripping down her inner thighs, sticky and long.

Jaune had never seen a more arresting sight in his life.

Kali felt her heart leaping against her ribcage, as if it were moments from bursting out of her chest completely. Her tummy squirmed in a way she hadn’t felt in what felt like a lifetime, her breathing coming out in soft, rapid pants. Jaune’s eyes had grown dark, his pupils enlarged, and when he finally looked up and met her eyes, he said, “I think I see the problem.”

Kali watched with bated breath as his large hands began unlatching his belt, almost in slow motion. When he pulled it free, he let it drop, the metal clinking against the floor before he started unbuttoning his pants, opening them before pulling them down his legs.

She swallowed thickly as he stepped out of his pants, leaving him in nothing more than his underwear. Black boxer-briefs, the material tenting as his erection swelled and grew with arousal.

He found her desirable. Her nipples stung as they somehow tightened further, a soft ache blooming.

He looked big, and it was confirmed when he removed his underwear, his cock springing free with a vigorous bounce. Long and curved, thick, the shaft was riddled with knotted, pulsing veins. A crown of golden hair surrounded the base, leading down to a pair of large, heavy balls. His glans were flushed red and slightly thicker than the shaft, the ridge prominent, intimidating.

And still, he was growing.

Kali watched in fascination as he continued to swell, her mouth falling open in surprise. She had already been ready to label him gifted, but this…

...this was something else.

This was not the sort of a cock that a first timer could handle. All those young, impressionable girls that watched him with hungry eyes, hoping to catch his attention – this was far too much for them, beyond their ability to handle. Even as a widow, a woman of experience, she found herself growing a little nervous at how big he was.

This was the type of cock that could ruin a woman for life.

He’s bigger than Ghira was, the thought came quick and sudden, unwanted but true. Ghira had been blessed himself, but Jaune was…

Kali licked her lips unconsciously.

Jaune’s cock flexed when he saw her tongue dart out, wetting her lips. It had been awhile since he’d been quite so hard, his desire growing. He’d been taking himself in hand a little too often lately, holding himself back from indulging in his popularity more than he had to.

He never wanted to lead any of those girls on, but he was only human. He wasn’t a saint.

Jaune had slept with quite a few of them, in his weakest moments, but he’d always made sure to never get any of them pregnant. Most of them came back for another round or three, but eventually, Jaune knew he had to separate himself from them, lest they think it was love and not just lust.

But he had his limits.

Kali was wet, willing and naked right in front of him, and he knew even then, it was a bad idea. Blake would be furious with him – and yet he found that he didn’t care as much as he should have.

This woman was the stuff of dreams.

His cock swung side to side as he approached her, and Kali swallowed thickly. A large hand cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking the skin tenderly.

“Kali…” he said softly.

“Don’t talk,” Kali sighed, leaning into his touch.

So he kissed her instead.

Kali moaned as his lips pressed against hers, her mouth opening gladly. One of his hands settled on her hip, squeezing gently as he pulled her in against his body, his rock hard length curved up against her belly. It was so hot, scorching her skin, and she shivered as her womb trembled, as if sensing it through her skin. His tongue slipped into her mouth skillfully, and tilting her head back, he deepened the kiss, claiming her mouth as his.

He was a really good kisser. The thought passed through her mind as his tongue swirled in her mouth, lapping at her, suckling at her lower lip, making her body tingle from the tops of her kitty ears to the soles of her feet. This wasn’t his first time, and as he continued to kiss her, their mouths smacking wetly as their passion grew, she felt herself drowning in him, his warmth, his taste.

Pre-cum smeared across her tummy as he hungrily sucked at her tongue, Kali whimpering, feeling the suction deep in her cunt. Her inner walls clenched, her leakage spilling more profusely. Pressing her thighs together, she squirmed, wiggling her hips as her tongue tried to keep up with his frantic kisses.

When his other hand ghosted down her neck, across her collar and then down, cupping one of her modest breasts, she arched with a groan. His thumb teased her pointed nipple, flicking it back and forth before pressing on it, a heat blooming in her chest. Rolling his wrist, he squeezed her breast lovingly, applying the perfect amount of pressure to make her swoon.

It wasn’t his first time playing with a pair of tits, either.

Kali was beginning to understand that Jaune Arc had secrets. He wasn’t quite the lonely man she thought he was, but she wouldn’t back down. One of her hands curled around his back, raking across his lean muscles while the other dipped low, palming his heavy scrotum. Jaune sighed into her mouth, nipping at her lips until they stung pleasantly.

“These are heavy,” she murmured between kisses, rolling his testicles. They felt fit to burst, laden with his load, and when she squeezed them tenderly, he rolled his hips, grinding the underside of his fat cock across her belly.

“It’s been a little while,” he said, Kali’s eyes crossing as he lapped at the roof of her mouth, her whole body jerking in surprise.

That was weird. She didn’t know that was an erogenous zone. He did it again, and she melted, eyes rolling, mouth feeling numb.

“Jaune,” she panted desperately, crooning as he pinched her nipple lightly and tugged on it. “Oh~! Mm, Jaune – baby, that feels so good.”

“Let me fix that leak you were worried about,” he said darkly, giving her sensitive nipple a final tweak before grabbing her shapely ass with both hands, easily hauling her up. Kali yelped, legs instinctively opening and wrapping around his waist as he carried her over to the bed. They fell in a tangle of limbs, and then he was kissing her again until her eyes crossed.

“Haaah~! Mmmng~! Mwahh~! Jaune~!” she cooed, wiggling as his hot length rubbed all across her skin. His weight pinned her perfectly, his large body dwarfing her own. “Don’t keep me waiting, baby.”

A hand cupped her mons, and she thrust against it, whimpering. Long, thick fingers, toyed with her wet pussy, rubbing it up and down, stroking her slit. Putting pressure on her tense entrance, he curled a finger inside her, Kali moaning loudly as she arched.

“You feel incredible, Kali,” he praised her, nuzzling his chin against her cat ears. She trembled, the pleasurable sensation of her cat ears being touched like a lightning bolt, straight down her spine and pooling in her tummy messily. Her pussy clenched around his finger, throbbing, and when he inserted another one, she mewled. “Fuck. You’re so sexy, you know that?”

It felt good to be desired, and when she arched and looked into his eyes, she saw the truth of his words. Pupils blown wide, his eyes were like a stormy ocean, dark blue and raging with lust. She reached for his dick, stroking it, marveling at how hard and long and thick it was. Grabbing it with both hands, she barely covered it’s surface.

This was going inside her.

This was going to fuck her.

She pumped it awkwardly as he began to finger her slowly, teasing the upper wall of her pulsing tunnel. He knew exactly where to touch, and when he found her g-spot, Kali sobbed in bliss. Pleasure sparked through her body, blood aflame.

“Please, Jaune – put it inside, I c-can’t wait,” she begged, twisting as he tapped the pads of his fingers on that rough patch of flesh again and again. “Ahn~! Please~!”

How could he ever resist such begging?

Jaune braced his weight and removed his fingers from her clutching hole, licking them clean for her eyes to see. Kali panted harshly, her womb quaking at the sight, Jaune’s tongue lapping her essence off his fingers before he directed his big cock towards her pussy, rubbing the tip around her labia.

“How do you want it?” he asked.

“Fuck me hard,” she grabbed his arms, holding on as he speared into her with a sudden thrust, Kali swallowing a scream as he cleaved against her tender little twat.

Jaune groaned as her tight, wet heat embraced him, clinging to his shaft snugly. Rolling his hips, he thrust back and forth, digging deeper, her body yielding. Inch by inch, he sunk into Kali Belladonna’s needy pussy until he bottomed out, balls pressed to her ass, the tip tickling her cervix.

Kali felt the air flee her lungs in a rush, Jaune touching her in a place she’d never experienced. There was a pinch of discomfort, her pussy neglected for so long, but it remembered the feeling of a hard shaft buried deep inside, and rippling around him, she whispered in his ear in a filthy voice, “Fuck me as hard as you can.”

She gasped as he slowly pulled out, her folds clinging to his girth desperately. Jaune relished the expression on her face, brow pinched, her mouth falling open, and then with a swift, wet thrust, he buried himself to the hilt once again. Her breasts jumped from the impact, her voice sweet as she moaned, and then he did it again, and again, and again.

Jaune grunted as he established a fast tempo, fucking her with a smooth, deep glide. Her cunt felt amazing, sticky and hot and wet, throbbing and clenching down whenever he thrust deep, his glans tugging on her folds on the out stroke. A lot of the girls he’d been with hadn’t been able to take such deep penetration, his size too much, but her moans only grew louder as fucked her with the full length of his dick.

Kali couldn’t tear her eyes off his chest, his muscles taut, bunched with power, his amazing physique rippling as he thrust into her body. Her belly felt heavy, the pleasure building rapidly, and when he tilted his hips and jabbed a little deeper, it felt like her mind would blank, her hips jerking, floating up off the bed. Her feet dug into the backs of his thighs, nails raking down his back, blood aflame with passion.

“Yes~! Mmnng—fuck yes, baby, keep fucking me like that~!” she crooned, eyes rolling in ecstasy. His fat dick was hollowing her out, digging deep into her body and imprinting itself within her, shaping her neglected insides to the perfect shape for his cock. “Ahn~! Jaune! Yes~! Mmmnggg~! Ooooh, so deeeeeep~♡~!”

Hearing Blake’s sweet, mild mannered mother begging to get fucked, moaning in bliss as he railed her was the hottest thing he’d ever heard. Raising up on his haunches, he grabbed her curvy hips and pulled her waist up off the bed, her shoulders and head still down. The new angle made her howl, and looking down, he saw her belly bulge slightly, the line of his cock briefly visible as he grinded against the upper wall of her vagina.

Kali thrashed, overwhelmed, Jaune thrusting harder, entranced with how her breasts jolted and rolled. Her essence gushed around his pistoning shaft, their flesh clapping together lewdly, filling the room with sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

A healthy flush rose on her cheeks, her heated honey eyes glazed. Her hands gripped his wrists, clamping down hard enough to bruise. Sex had always been amazing, but this was something else, touching something deep inside her that had never experienced touch before. Just sort of her womb, every time his fat crown raked over it, she saw stars, and the pressure in her belly tightened more and more.

He was going to make her cum.

She tossed her head back and forth, howling, “Jaaaune~! Haaahhhnnn~! Mmmnggggg~! R-Right there, baaaby – ohh~! You’re gonna ma—ke me cuuuuum~♡~!”

Her pussy throbbed around him with increasing strength, Jaune groaning in pleasure. Keeping the same pace, he admired how her skin beaded with sweat, fucking her with three, four, five more thrusts before she inhaled sharply, her eyes bugging out.

“Hnnngggggmmm—cummmmming~♡~!”

Her snug little hole convulsed wildly as his thrusting tipped her over into orgasm, an explosion of heat rolling through her tummy, starting at her womb and rushing out through her hips, down her legs, her toes curling in ecstasy as she shattered completely.

The pulsing contractions felt amazingly good, Jaune thrusting harder, jaw locked as he fucked her through her orgasm without pause until her body sagged, her moans growing pinched. Sheathing himself to the hilt, he gently lowered her hips until she was laying flat, gently nudging her cervix as she gasped for breath, her eyes unseeing.

“Kali? Are you okay?”

Her vision was blurry, the aftershocks of her climax rolling through her in sporadic waves. She hummed, whimpering as he slowly pulled out of her, her slit gaping, empty at the loss of his magnificent cock.

“Baby, no,” she mewled.

“It’s okay,” he said softly, caressing her belly, right above where her uterus was melting down. “You felt so good, Kali. Look what you did to me.”

He shuffled to her side, showing her his cock. It was glistening with her arousal, his balls dripping with it. Flushed red, the crown on the verge of purple, it looked angry, unsatisfied. Kneeling by her head, he angled it towards her lips.

“Have you never done this before?” he asked, and she nodded, almost feeling drunk on the high of her orgasm, her lips parting easily as he slipped it into her mouth.

Kali sucked at his wide crown leisurely, groaning as her own musk flooded her mouth alongside the taste of his pre-cum. It was a heady, powerful mixture, addling her mind as she sucked harder, working her head back and forth.

“That’s it,” Jaune ran a hand through her hair, enjoying the silkiness before caressing her cat ears. She whined, the vibrations passing through his length, heightening the pleasure. “Can you clean me up?”

Kali did her best, slurping hungrily as energy returned to her sated limbs. Turning her body to face him, one of her hands grabbed his shaft and began pumping it, her greedy lips suctioned around the tip. Her tongue lashed it with precision, coaxing out more of his pre-cum, spilling into her mouth messily.

“Mmm~♡~!” she took him deeper, mouth tight around him as she sucked, face stretching obscenely. Her eyes found his, lashes fluttering as her tongue swirled around the ridge of his glans, making him shiver in delight.

“That’s it, that feels so fucking good, Kali,” his halls tightened, cum churning within. “Oh yeah, you know just how to do it.”

Seeing his face filled with pleasure, pleasure she was causing made her belly flip. An old woman like her, making such a stud groan – her tender twat rippled, wanting more. Jaune had fucked her so well, but she wasn’t satisfied.

She wouldn’t be satisfied until he dumped a fat load inside her, to quench the fire burning in her womb.

Slurping off him with a pop, she licked up and down his shaft with increasing excitement, licking him clean until he glistened not with her arousal but her saliva. When she was done, she placed a wet, messy kiss on his scrotum before saying, “I haven’t made you cum yet.”

She moved gracefully, lithe body rising up until she was on her knees. Jaune watched with dark eyes as she faced away from him, bending at the waist and showing him her drenched slit. Her dewy inner labia was flushed a deeper red now, and reaching back, she spread her cheeks, her cute little asshole winking, damp with her juices.

“Fuck me from behind,” she demanded. “It’s my favorite.”

Her wish was his command.

Jaune planted one foot on the bed, in line with her hips as he gripped her spread cheeks. Guiding his cock with nothing but his eyes, his glans slipped inside her stretched entrance, Kali whining before he thrust deep, gliding into her drenched tunnel and bottoming out in one shot. Her breath caught in her throat, the muscles of her back tensing as she hunched up like a cat, a delayed cry echoing around the room as he pierced her deeper than ever before.

The different position had allowed him to fuck her even deeper, and his blunt tip was mashed firmly against her cervix, demanding entrance to her womb. Kali thrashed, her hips bucking but Jaune gripped her harshly, fingering digging into her soft curves. Drawing himself out, he watched as her plump little fuck ring stretched lewdly, leaving a wet, sticky trail along his shaft as he pulled out until the ridge of his crown made her entrance bulge, her little asshole deformed, before he plowed back into her with a clap. Kali howled, fingers clawing at the blanket of her bed as she hunched up again, as if trying to escape.

“Auuuuhhhhhhn~!” her tender tunnel pulsed, squeezing him beautifully. “Haaaah~! J-Jaune~! So deeep~! Mmmmgh – your cock is so deeee—eeeeep~♡~!”

The spongy cap of her cervix felt amazing against the sensitive tip of his dick. He made sure to roll his hips aggressively, humping against her plump tush before pulling out and thrusting back in, relishing her sweet cries of beautiful agony. His heavy balls slapped against her clit, her ass rippling from the impact, and with lust burning in his heart, Jaune began railing her with reckless abandon.

Every deep, cleaving penetration drove the air from her lungs, her toes spreading, feet arching as her back continued to hunch up. Whenever his fat tip mashed against her cervix, it was a mixture of pain and pleasure, a potent cocktail that only had her arousal spiking higher. A deep, throbbing pressure was building fast, her nipples tightening hard enough to sting, her clitoris burning. Jaune Arc was a relentless beast, fucking her with deep, long strokes that disabled her brain, vision blurring as she desperately heaved for breath.

She felt like such a dirty little whore, getting her brains fucked out by her daughter’s friend. Kali was experiencing pleasure that was beyond anything she had experiencing before, not through love but through pure, animalistic mating, her tummy feeling heavy and swollen as he fucked her.

Plap, plap, plap, plap – that was the sound their bodies made, wet flesh clapping together harshly as Jaune tightened his hold on her hips, fucking her harder and harder. Her cries were often cut off, squealing gasps not even enough air. Her breasts bounced harshly, jolting, a mixture of discomfort and ecstasy.

“Oh fuck, Kali, your pussy feels so good,” Jaune praised, angling his hips a little lower and making her scream. “Fuck, you look like Blake when I take you from behind.”

Her pussy spasmed at his words, an odd thrill passing through her at the thought.

“Hnng~! Mnngh! Ahhn~! Am I – ah~! – better than the other girls you’ve – mmmng~! – fucked~?” she asked, voice cracking every time he thrust deep.

“So much better,” he said darkly, staring down at her lithe body in worship as he brutalized her with his length. “Fuck, you’re so much better than them. Only you can take me deep like this,” he sealed his hips to her ass and swiveled in tight little circles, making her sob in ecstasy, eyes rolling. He gathered her long, damp hair in one hand, holding it tight but not enough to hurt, just a threat. “I wonder if your daughter’s pussy feels the same way?”

Kali had seen the way women looked at Jaune, and not just the civilians. It was a thought she’d already had but Ruby Rose and Weiss Schnee made eyes at him all the time, and it was a wonder he hadn’t taken them both with his peerless cock. They would be more than happy to service him, and to be destroyed in return. But they weren’t the only ones she’d seen stealing glances.

Even though she was happily together with Yang, Kali had seen Blake’s eyes wander his way occasionally, admiring the cut of his hard, handsome physique. A question in her gaze, as if wondering…

And not just Blake. Yang.

Did none of them communicate? If they did, they’d know they all held a desire for this stud fucking her right now, curious about how it would feel to be bred by such a man. Kali desperately wanted grandchildren, and that was not something Yang could give her.

But Jaune could give her some.

The thought of her daughter getting railed by this fat dick, her daughter’s girlfriend getting fucked at the same time, and even her daughter’s girlfriend’s sister and her partner… it was too much.

Jaune swore as her pussy seized up like a vice, clamping down viciously as her second orgasm erupted through her loins, inner walls writhing around his pistoning cock. He thrust into her desperately as she wailed, body taut as her back arched, tearing at the material of her blanket as rapture filled her body and spilled out.

Jaune was close. Fuck, was he close, but he wasn’t ready to tap out just yet. He was greedy, and this pussy was not one he wanted to leave just yet. Sealing his hips to her ass, he rode out her orgasm, relishing her powerful, snug grip as she shattered around him. When her contractions slowed, and her body sagged, boneless, he pulled out of her, Kali whimpering.

His balls protested, angry at being denied but they would soon be cheering.

He lay on his back, pulling her hot, sweaty body atop his own until she was straddling him. Glassy eyes stared at him, and he placed a kiss on her nose, her cheek, and then her lips, kissing her slowly, carefully, coaxing her back from the post-orgasm fog.

“Mmm,” Kali shivered, her womb pulsing as the aftershocks of her second orgasm continued to roll through her belly. “J-Jaune, you haven’t cum.”

“Not yet,” his cock was blazing hot and sticky, trapped between their bellies. Kali wiggled against it, and his balls tightened. “I’m close. I want you to ride me. I want you to finish me off.”

Kali wasn’t sure if she could go another round but the thought of leaving Jaune unsatisfied was unacceptable. Pressing against his sweaty chest, she sat up, her eyes drinking in his amazing chest and abs. His cock was curved up off his belly, red and sticky and leaking, and her insides coiled.

She could do it. She wanted it.

Kali handled his cock, pulling it upright as she balanced on her knees. She moaned as his cock head swiped over her sensitive, post-orgasm slit, finding her entrance and lowering her body. She sunk down easily, her used cunt spreading, welcoming back inside.

“Oh god,” she mewled, biting her lip as her entire weight pressed her womb down onto the tip of his dick. Her chest heaved as she panted, thighs trembling. “Oh god, Jaune – fuck, baby, you’re so looong.”

She looked magnificent, sitting atop him, her breasts swaying as she gasped for breath. His eyes trailed down her sexy body, finding her plump outer lips spread wide around his girth. Her clit looked swollen and angry, so wetting his thumb, he began stroking it gently, her face crumpling.

Her cunt clenched around him.

“Oooh~!” she wavered, slapping a hand down on his chest. “Ah~! Jaune – no~! I can’t – it’s too much~♡~!”

“I’m so close, Kali. You can do it,” he flexed his cock inside her, and she swooned. “Come on, make me cum.”

Her hips began to move, rowing back and forth, her inner walls tugging at him, stroking him perfectly. Jaune continued to lightly toy with her clitoris, admiring her expressions as her brow furrowed, her mouth falling open as she sung sweetly. With his free hand, he palmed her tits, pinching her nipples and pulling on them. Her pussy twisted around him whenever he did, and so he kept it up, attacking her on three fronts.

Kali was completely mindless as he rutted against him, her thick syrup frothing up as her movements became faster, harder, her voice cracking as she groaned.

“Yes, yes, yes~! Fuck, right there, ahhn~! Haaaa—aaaahn~! Mmmngggggg—god, it feels so fucking good, your fat fucking dick is too much, please~! Hmmgg—please cum, please cum, cum, cum for me, please cum for me~♡~!” she babbled incoherently, her pussy melting down around him. Already, another climax was rushing towards her. “Cum, cum, cum, cum, cum~!”

Her chanting voice was slurred, her vagina tensing in preparation for another orgasm. Jaune could feel the end at hand, his balls rising, his length swelling even further, his crown dragging wetly across the mouth to her womb. Her hips bucked out of control, her voice shrill, passionate, and with a groan from the depths of his soul, he cum.

Kali felt his cock flex, her mind dissolving, replaced by heat. Long, heavy jets of potent cum gushed into her womb in a deluge, flooding her uterus with molten warmth. Again, and again, and again, his shaft flexed powerfully, rope after rope of his semen thudding into her womb until it felt like it was going to burst, her tummy bloated, heavy, and satisfied.

When his balls finally stopped heaving, he cradled her body against his chest as she fell, limp. The lights were on, her eyes open, but no one was home, and Jaune kissed her softly as her pussy continued to grasp and spasm in climax, milking the remnants of his ejaculation from his urethra.

Fuck, that had felt good.

Kali was such a perfect fit for his cock, he wasn’t sure he could ever go back to those other girls. Sex with them had felt good, but it had been frustrating, not being able to get all of his length inside them, and feel their tight little pussies squeeze around the base of his dick. After experiencing such bliss, he wanted more.

But that would be entirely up to her.

At some point, she fell asleep, and so Jaune nodded off, content, satisfied, happy.

Unfortunately, he forgot that Blake had mentioned something about dinner. When Team RWBY turned up and found them, Jaune only just made it out the window before Gambol Shroud ended up buried in the frame, and only because her scream of fury had given him time to react.

Running home across the settlement, buck naked was not his idea of a good time.