A Semblance of Emotion 032

Jaune panted as he ran with everything he had, the screams bearing down on him from all sides. The barn was an inferno, casting a horrible glow across the house in the dead of night, shadows whipping back and forth as the horses howled within as they were consumed by the blaze. Red glowing eyes watched him as he stumbled up the porch steps, scraping the skin off his shins as he tripped. The pain barely registered even as blood flowed, his mind consumed with only one thing.

Find his sisters. Find his mother. Find his father.

Find his family.

The front door was gone, smashed to pieces. Jaune entered the house, eyes frantic as he searched. The entryway was in ruins, the living room a disaster zone. Something large had torn its way through here, claws raking the walls and he could see through the torn, splintered wood to the outside.

A blood curdling scream rent the air, coming from upstairs.

He flew up the staircase, two stairs at a time.

When he reached the top, his foot slipped in something wet. Jaune grunted as he hit the ground, his terror clogging his throat. The floor, the walls, the ceiling dripped with crimson.

“Jaune,” a voice wailed.

“Jaaaaune,” another called.

Seven in total.

His sisters.

He forced his way to his feet, heart in his throat as he barreled to the end of the hall. The door was shut tight, the master bedroom.

His blood slick hand fumbled with the doorknob, hands shaking, a mixture of fear and adrenaline. Gripping it with both hands, he turned it and shouldered his way inside.

“No,” he whispered.

Bodies were strewn across the ground, across the bed, the dresser. Dismembered. Disemboweled. Soaked in blood. Nine in total.

Lavender.

Olive.

Cyan.

Aquamarine.

Violet.

Viridian.

Saphron.

Mom.

Dad.

“No, no, no,” Jaune clutched at his throat. “No, no, this isn’t – this isn’t what happened!”

Something moved, and Jaune turned towards it. Terror overwhelmed him as the towering Centaur loomed above him, the fire pouring from its cracked skull flaring brightly, those malicious eyes pinning him to the spot.

Its horrible mouth opened wide, the mandible stretching open as rows of gleaming fangs were revealed to him.

It lunged – and Jaune screamed…

Jaune woke with a gasp, eyes rolling as he searched for the enemy. His heart was thudding loudly in his ears, and when he tried to roll, he found that his body was uncooperative. Everything felt numb and unwieldy, like when you got pins and needles in your foot or arm – only it was his entire body. It took him longer than he would have liked to prop himself up, and when he looked around, everything was unfamiliar.

He was inside a cave, the walls damp as water trickled down worn stone. The only light came from the entrance, and when Jaune looked, he was almost blinded as his eyes attempted to adjust. When they did, all he saw were trees.

Where was he?

He gingerly felt his face where the Grimm had spat on him but found his skin clear. He recalled the horrible burning, and then the way his body had flopped, useless. Jaune had been at the complete mercy of the Centaur.

But he was still alive.

Jaune shook his head, trying to clear the fog. The terror from his dream lingered but his knowledge that it wasn’t the truth, that his family was safe and whole helped drive the remnants from his mind. That had been nothing more than a horrible what if.

His family hadn’t died that day.

Now that he was focused, he saw that their supplies were there. They’d left them near the village in their mad dash but here they were, leaning against a wall. A ring of stones had been set by the entrance, their sleeping bags still set out. Black soot told him that someone had lit a fire already and it had burnt out.

Nora had gotten him out.

Jaune tested his aura and found that when he channeled it, the numb feeling in his limbs receded. He gingerly got to his feet and moved towards the entrance, finding his sword propped up against the wall alongside his armor. Grabbing it, he strapped it to his belt before walking out into the light.

Searching the sky, he found the sun low in the east. Jaune frowned.

How long had he been unconscious?

Something shifted within the treeline and Crocea Mors was in hand in a flash. Turquoise eyes blinked at him, shocked – and then they filled with relief, Nora flying into his arms. Jaune stumbled as she wrapped him in a hug, her arms like iron bands as she lifted him off his feet.

“Ack, Nora,” he wheezed. “Too hard!”

She either didn’t hear him or didn’t care, squeezing him harder, and then he heard her sniffles, her shoulders shaking. Jaune dropped his sword and embraced her back furiously, just as hard.

“I’m here,” he said roughly. “I’m here.”

The floodgates opened and she cried, sobbing against his chest. Her entire body heaved from the emotions and Jaune felt his own eyes grow damp, burying his face in her hair.

“I thought – I thought,” she babbled, rubbing her face back and forth. He could feel her tears through his shirt. “When you went down, you were s-screaming and then you went completely still, I thought you’d – you were dead,” Nora choked on her voice. “I’ve never been so scared in my life.”

“I’m alive,” he told her. “You saved me.”

He rubbed her back soothingly, his under hand cupping the back of her head, fingers threaded through her hair. Her hands clutched at his back desperately, and they remained like that for several minutes, just basking in each other, happy to be alive, happy to be safe, happy to be together.

When they parted, Jaune felt exhausted by the emotional whiplash. Nora blinked up at him with red eyes, and without thinking, he cupped her cheek. She leaned into his touch, nuzzling his hand, and he stroked her cheek with his thumb.

“You got me out,” he said.

“I don’t know how,” she admitted after a bout of silence. “That Grimm… it’s so powerful. I can’t remember what I did, I went berserk, Jaune – I must have used all my grenades because I have none left. I don’t even remember finding this cave, by the time I got a hold of myself, we were here…”

One of her hands cupped his face in return, eyes swimming with emotion.

“You got our things,” he continued.

She nodded. “Early this morning.”

If the sun’s position in the sky didn’t already tell him enough, that confirmed it. “I was out all night?”

“Yeah. I wiped that stuff off your face, it was horrible. I got some on my fingers and they started burning, and then my whole hand went numb. I couldn’t feel it for hours,” Nora’s fingers moved up the side of his face, caressing his brow before carding through his hair. “I hid you further in the cave, away from the entrance while I was gone… in case anything came by.”

“Our meat?”

She shook her head. “Taken. Wolves, I think. The tracks were smaller so not a bear, and there were lots of them. At least they didn’t take the rest of our stuff. Our bags were ruined, though.”

That was fine. They were pretty much ruined by the meat in the first place. Jaune doubted they’d have been able to get that much blood out of the material.

“The Dust?”

“They didn’t take that,” she chuckled. “That would have gone badly for them.”

They retreated to the cave, and Jaune sat down on his sleeping bag. Nora joined him, unwilling to be farther away from him than necessary.

“That Huntsman – the one that was killed,” Jaune tried to forget the sound his body made when it was torn to pieces, slapping against the ground like a wet towel. “I think that was our proctor for the exam.”

Nora sighed. “I had a feeling. Who else would be out here, in the middle of nowhere. We were close enough to our end point… he must have been scouting the area when he came across… that.”

“Beacon doesn’t know about that Grimm,” Jaune said. “I know being a Huntsman is dangerous work and they want us to experience that danger but I don’t think they’d have knowingly dropped us near something so powerful.”

In fact, the places all their classmates had been dropped were probably carefully planned for and reused year after year, areas that had been extensively scouted over the years. Places that suited all their needs. A Grimm like that… it was likely it had come from another area, which was of massive concern.

Powerful Grimm like that usually stayed in their territory. Grimm did migrate and it caused big problems when they did, but it was typically the smaller, less powerful Grimm that moved from place to place in large groups. When older, smarter Grimm moved, it wasn’t good. Not at all.

Nora stared at her hands, flexing her fingers. “I let you down.”

Jaune blinked. “What?”

“I froze,” she said bitterly. “I froze and nearly got you killed because of it.”

“Don’t think like that.”

“It’s the truth.”

“You did freeze but you didn’t let me down,” he replied firmly. “You’ve never let me down yet. Don’t ever believe you have.”

“You charged that Grimm because we couldn’t run – because I froze.”

Jaune slipped a hand between her own and squeezed, hard. “You’d have done the same for me, if our positions were reversed. And you pulled me out when I fell. I owe you my life.”

“It wouldn’t have been in danger if it wasn’t for me.”

“Nora…”

“No,” she shook her head, anger visible. “I – I almost got you killed, and I will never forgive myself for that.”

“There isn’t anything to forgive,” but they were talking in circles, Nora unwilling to accept his words. So instead, he asked, “What made you freeze? It wasn’t just because you were scared.”

Her expression turned dark, her hands tensing around his own. For a moment, Jaune thought she was going to dismiss his question before she sighed, her eyes shutting briefly before they opened.

“I don’t remember my father,” she began, and Jaune saw her lips tremble slightly before they firmed. She had never talked about her past before, not beyond having been in Mistral at some point with Ren, and so Jaune listened. “I don’t know if they died when I was really young – or if they just abandoned us, not wanting a child. It used to bother me, wishing that they’d been killed by bandits or Grimm – because the alternative was that they didn’t love me, and had discarded me like trash.”

She shook her head, a bitter laugh escaping her. “Either way, he was never part of my life. My mother… my earliest memory is traveling with a trade convoy. I don’t know where we came from or where we were going, but there were a lot of people with us. I used to play with the other kids, and at night, there was an old man who would tell us stories. Things like the Four Maidens, the Two Brothers, and our favorite; The Girl Who Fell Through the World.”

She inhaled deeply, tilting her head back and staring at the roof of their cave.

“There was a Grimm attack… and my mother, she ran. She ran and didn’t look back,” Nora bit her lip, glaring at nothing. “I screamed for her and yet she left me to die, and just like that, I was alone. Everyone else ran or died, and… for the next year or two, I lived in the wilderness.”

She swallowed thickly.

“I was half feral when I finally came across a village. Kuroyuri – the residents had left Mistral, angry at how the kingdom was being run. I didn’t understand any of that, of course. Even if I did, I wouldn’t have cared. All I knew was that they had food and shelter, and so I’d spend my days trying to avoid the guards and steal what I could at night. It was there that I met… Ren.”

The first signs of positive emotion showed, a soft laugh accompanying it. “Sort of. The other kids didn’t really like me. They thought I was weird and their parents told them to stay away from the crazy feral kid, so they did what you expect; they tried to drive me away. I’d see Ren sometimes… helping his parents, on errands or helping his mother carry laundry… we never spoke, but he wasn’t like the others. He looked at me as if I was a person, not some dangerous animal.”

Then her face fell, filled with pain.

“A powerful Grimm attacked the village. It killed everyone. Ren and I… he unlocked his semblance, and we were able to get away… the only two survivors. His dad tried to fight it, he was a hunter – but he was no match for it. They didn’t have any Huntsmen staying there. It was a bloodbath.”

Tears gathered in her eyes but refused to fall.

“The Grimm – it looked similar to the one we fought. It had the body of a horse but also the head, as well. From its back, there was a monstrous figure, humanoid. It had two long horns and long, thin arms – and the sound it made,” her jaw clenched. “It would screech and it felt like every happy thought or memory drained out of you, and only misery and pain remained.”

She wiped at her eyes angrily.

“It’s called a Nuckelavee. I looked it up at Beacon, our second day there. That Grimm looked close enough alike that I felt like I was a little girl again, and the village around me was being destroyed. I couldn’t move… until I saw you pinned underneath it.”

Her eyes met his.

“Then all I felt was rage.”

It was a terrible story but it was Nora’s. The pain and loss in her voice, reflected in her eyes – Jaune opened his arms and she fell him gladly, once again in his embrace. He rocked back and pulled her into his lap, and she straddled him, tucked under his chin as he held her tightly.

“...I know this is a worthless sentiment but I’m sorry you had to go through all that,” he said quietly.

“...It’s not worthless,” she said, sniffling. “And thank you.”

It could have easily been him in her place, family gone, home destroyed, wandering the wilderness all alone. If a few things had gone differently…

They stayed that way for some time, taking comfort in one another. He wasn’t sure how much time had truly passed before she shifted her head, setting her nose directly against his neck. Jaune froze as she inhaled deeply, her lips tickling his pulse point.

“You smell nice.”

Jaune swallowed heavily.

“I haven’t had a decent wash in a week,” he laughed awkwardly. “We don’t have any soap, remember? And I just fought some eldritch Grimm. I probably stink.”

“You don’t stink,” she denied, mouthing the words into his skin. Jaune felt heat rush up his neck. “You smell like a man.”

Her lips were feather soft as they ghosted across his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing. She inhaled again, breathing in his musk, her fingers tightening against his back.

“Nora?” he croaked. “What are you…?”

“I almost lost you,” she whispered, nuzzling him with her nose. A shiver trickled down his spine, and Nora began squirming against his front, Jaune more aware of her plump breasts squashed against his chest. “We almost died.”

“But we didn’t.”

“We didn’t,” she agreed, and Jaune’s heart leapt as her lips pursed and she kissed his neck. “We didn’t.”

“Wait, Nora,” he tried but she suckled on his neck, nipping him lightly. He swallowed his words, his own hands falling to her hips.

“We might not get another chance,” she nipped him again, and again, tilting her hips just right. Jaune panted as his blood ran south, his cock swelling as Nora rubbed her core against his growing bulge. “I don’t want any regrets.”

Jaune knew he should push her off. They were both high on emotions from their near death experience, from their emotional conversation. Nora was a raw nerve, exposed. Her actions were being influenced by the moment.

And yet… he didn’t push her off.

Nora sucked and bit his neck, soothing the sting with her tongue. His hands squeezed her hips strongly and she moaned, hips snapping forward. Her crotch was hot, he could feel the heat blazing through her panties and his pants, making his cock throb in desire.

When she finally released his neck, she admired her handy work before meeting his eyes.

Her intentions were as clear as day.

Nora felt weightless, out of control – and yet never more sure of her actions. She saw her own desire reflected back in his beautiful blue eyes, her heart thudding rapidly in her chest. She was hot, everywhere. Her tummy tightened deliciously as she rolled her hips, pleasure stirring in her loins. She wanted this.

She’d wanted this for a while now.

Nora knew that a lot of people were put off by her personality. Too quirky, too happy, too much. The crazy girl. The airhead. But Jaune had never treated her that way. From day one, he had taken her as she was and didn’t try to change her. He accepted her in a way that only Renny ever had, and not only that, he met her enthusiasm and love of life with an earnestness that made her melt.

Jaune was kind. Not only that, but he was genuine. He wasn’t false. He didn’t pretend. He was calm. Loyal, reliable, hard-working. He was the perfect leader and when their team threatened to fracture, he refused to let it happen. He didn’t shy away from their emotions, bearing the brunt of their pain, their anger, their sadness and talked them down, offered an ear, a supportive voice…

...it turned her on in a way she’d never experienced before.

Watching him interact with Blake and Weiss, navigating their problems with ease. That type of emotional maturity and dependability… it was something Nora craved, more than anything. Yes, he was cute – handsome, really. He had a strong jaw and clear blue eyes, lovely blond hair and a physique to die for. She’d seen it. Yeah, he had an amazing ass – she’d seen that too! Large, strong hands and a warm, sexy smile. But it was his personality more than anything that drew her in, and Nora didn’t even try and fight it.

Desiring Jaune was as easy as breathing.

And he’d almost died.

She wasn’t going to miss her chance.

“Kiss me,” she demanded.

So he did.

Nora sighed as their lips came together smoothly, their mouths molding effortlessly. One of his hands cupped the back of her neck, the other squeezing her hip and making her moan, feeling the power in his grip. His body was firm and strong, like a rock, and she leaned into him, opening her mouth. Liquid heat pooled in her tummy as his tongue slipped into her mouth, gliding against her own, and they tasted one another for the first time.

Jaune deepened the kiss and Nora met him enthusiastically, their lips smacking wetly as she rolled her hips, grinding her dampening, panty-clad slit across his growing erection. She panted needily as he sucked on her lower hip, helping to direct her desperate hips. She cried out into his mouth when he grinded over her clitoris, the pleasure sudden and sharp, lancing through her like a bolt of lightning. It made her feel floaty and awkward, and she slumped against his chest as they continued to make out.

“Mmwah~! Haaah~! J-Jaune,” she groaned as he sucked on her tongue, tremors wracking her insides. “Ahh~! I – mm, please. More. Give me – ah – more~!”

Her fingers pulled at his shirt in a frenzy, trying to tug it up over his head. Jaune broke the kiss and raised his arms, and Nora ripped it up over his head and tossed it away, her eyes devouring his chest. Firm, packed muscle built for practical strength, not bulky like that of a body builder or gym junkie. A warrior’s chest with a warrior’s shoulders, broad and strong, and lean, defined arms for slaying Grimm. She traced the lines of his muscles, hands mapping them with awe, moving lower towards his rippling abs, tight as he inhaled deeply.

“So sexy,” she bit her lip, teasing one of his nipples. It was stiff, taut, the areola small and crinkled. “I’ve seen you, so you should see me, right?”

Jaune watched keenly as Nora grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. Large, pale breasts cupped by a plain white bra met his eyes, her bountiful flesh plump and inviting. Her skin was so pale he could see the blue webbing veins within, and such a simple sight had his cock turned to stone.

Nora giggled breathlessly. “Now I really can’t get married. You’ve ruined me.”

Deft hands reached behind her back and plucked at the clasp, and her bra snapped open in an instant. Jaune throbbed as she removed her bra, cheeks flushed beautifully as her bare breasts were revealed to his eyes in all their splendor.

While she wasn’t as busty as Yang or Pyrrha, her smaller frame made them appear just as big. Despite their size, they had only minimal sag, pulling apart slightly as she panted eagerly, thrusting her chest out for his inspection. Her nipples were a soft pink, an innocent shade that only made them more alluring, the areola wide and puffy, protruding from the breast cap with a small hard tip.

Jaune palmed them and she sighed, a soft moan escaping her lips as he squeezed them gently. They were incredibly soft with a hint of firmness beneath, easily molding to his grip. Testing their weight, they jiggled as he shook them lightly.

“So you like tits, huh?” she asked breathlessly, her eyes alight with lust. They glittered like jewels, her pupils growing as she squirmed in his lap. “What do you think? Mine are pretty great, right?”

No one had ever seen her body like this, Nora feeling excited and nervous, a potent cocktail of contrasting emotions. Jaune stared at her chest as he carefully rolled his wrists, squeezing her harder and a deep throb pounded in her crotch, something slick shaking loose within her belly. Biting her lip, her brow furrowed as his fingers found her nipples, teasing the edges of her areola, circling them, the skin prickling.

“You’re beautiful,” Jaune breathed out, meaning every word. Nora felt her heart expand, effection threatening to overwhelm her – and then he gently pinched the tips, rolling them between his fingers, and she groaned darkly, the sting pooling in her panties in a gush of arousal. “Nora… you’re so beautiful.”

She was. Jaune had been intimidated by her beauty, once. By the beauty of all his friends. It had taken time to get used to them and even now, he had moments where he was struck dumb by their looks. Her skin was so soft and smooth, and warm, and he couldn’t control himself as he leaned in and placed a wet, messy kiss in her cleavage.

“Ah,” Nora squealed, feeling his tongue lash out across her sensitive skin. “Mm, Jaune~!”

Her scent was powerful here, the musk of a woman, salty sweat gathering between her shapely breasts. They’d had nothing touch their skin other than clean, fresh water for several days, and so this was her own unique scent and taste, Jaune groaning into her bountiful valley as he licked her again, inhaling deeply. Nora clutched the back of his head, burying his face in bosom gladly.

She was burning up inside, her tender crotch impatient. Jaune kissed across her left breast, leaving a trail of fire before he seized her puffy nipple between his lips and sucked. The pressure made her insides clench, a startled cry passing her lips, her tips hardening further. That shivery, floaty pleasure in her chest built up as he sucked on her, tongue lashing out and flicking at her nipple, up and down, around and around, the heat of saliva seeping into her body.

Nora discovered something that day. Her nipples were extremely sensitive.

Sweet cries filled the cave as he bathed her nipple in attention before switching to the other one, hungrily devouring his treat. Her nails raked through his hair, along his scalp, and Jaune shivered as he pulled cry after cry from her lovely lips, her voice high and needy.

His cock had never been so hard. It pounded between his legs, insistent, desperate. Nora rubbed herself against it, almost sobbing as the duel sensations collided deep within, her breathing becoming erratic as the pressure built up inside.

He was going to make her cum just by playing with her chest.

Nora grit her teeth as he sucked particularly hard, eyes fluttering as he lightly nipped at her with his teeth. It took all of her strength to wrench him off her nipple, panting wildly as her chest flushed, her nipple aching as the cool air touched it, wet and raw.

“I want to touch yours,” she managed to get out. Her hands stroked his chest, moving over, tickling his stomach. “Show me.”

Jaune leaned back on his hands as she tugged at his belt, fingers frantically unbuckling it and opening it up, The button was swiftly unlatched, and the zipper lowered. Jaune sighed as the pressure of his erection being confined was lessened as his jeans were pulled down slightly, and he stretched his legs out and lifted his butt. Nora stared hungrily as his pants were tugged down, his underwear tenting obscenely, doing little to hide his shape.

She palmed him through the material and shivered, feeling it throb. Even without seeing it directly, she could feel how thick it was, and how long, her eyes widening as she rubbed up and down.

“That feels good,” Jaune panted.

“This will feel better,” Nora grabbed the waistband and pulled it down, stretching it over his length and his cock sprung free.

Nora’s gasp caught in her throat, her eyes transfixed. It was several inches at the very least, pushing the boundaries of absurd, and thick, the shaft riddled with veins on the top and sides while the underside was beefy with a thick root that ran from his balls to the underside of his glans. Foreskin tightly encased the head, the blunt tip peeking out as it oozed pre-cum, and yet Nora could see the shape of his glans vividly through the skin, the heavy ridge, its thickness – slightly wider than his shaft – and with a trembling hand, she grabbed him.

It was hot. So, so hot. And smooth, the skin velvety soft. The shaft was curved upwards, giving it an intimidating shape, designed to reach deep within and touch places that would shatter her, and when she peeled his foreskin back, it snapped taut beneath his fat glans, revealing the flushed head in all its glory.

“Nora,” Jaune breathed, cock tensing as she pumped him softly, stroking him up and down. Her grip was loose but tight enough to incite pleasure, his shaft trembling. “You can grab me harder.”

Her fingers tightened, her hand looking small against this monstrous thing. He was beyond well endowed, a woman’s dream. A pair of healthy balls hugged the base of his shaft, covered in a light dusting of blond hair. Such a burly, manly cock and it was hers… it was hers…

Nora imagined this thing inside her and almost came undone, her thighs tensing as her core twisted. A small part of her was scared. It was much bigger than she had ever dared envision, her fantasies when she’d touched herself in the shower paling in comparison. She was a virgin, a complete novice… could she handle this on her first time?

Nora gasped as one of his large hands cupped her side, fingers tracing over her ribs. “Are you okay?” he asked.

She nodded quickly, blinking. “It’s really big, Jaune.”

His expression was bashful. “Is that okay?”

Nora swallowed. “More than okay. It’s just… it’s so big. I’m not – this is my first time, I’ve never…”

“It’s my first time too.”

Her fist pumped him up and down, his length flexing as more pre-cum oozed from the tip, wetting the head. Nora couldn’t take her eyes off it, completely mesmerized by it. Every time it twitched, every time it throbbed, he made her belly flip, her deepest part melt. Her panties were now a sodden mess, completely soaked through as her arousal built.

“That feels so good,” Jaune sighed in bliss, loving how her hand would tense around the root and drag up, the top of her hand brushing the burly ridge of his glans. His cock would stiffen and swell when that happened, begging for more, and when her hand slipped a little higher and cupped the tip, swiping her palm across the sensitive end, his hips wanted to buck up into her.

Her movements were awkward and filled with uncertainty, yet they elicited so much pleasure. Jaune groaned as his balls tightened, feeling bloated. Her other hand cupped them and squeezed gently, rolling them in her palm. His semen felt fit to burst but he didn’t want to shoot his load like this, and if she didn’t stop soon, that is exactly what would happen.

“Nora,” he slipped a hand down under her combat skirt and gripped her plump ass. She made a cute sound, half moan, half squeal, his fingers sinking into her pliable flesh easily. “Take off your skirt.”

His cock lamented the loss of her hands but it didn’t matter, his eyes watching as she fumbled with the hidden zipper. When the waist of her skirt loosened, she tugged it up her body, over her chest and head, her panties revealed to his eyes.

They were visibly drenched, the crotch darkened by her fluids – and with a little laugh, he realized that they were the same patterned underwear he’d seen during initiation.

Nora flushed to the roots of her hair, biting her lip as she said, “Like them?”

Jaune grabbed her face and pulled her in, kissing her frantically, her bare chest against his own. “I love them.”

Their mouths moved passionately, unable to get enough. Her hands played with his cock again, thumbs rubbing the underside of his head maddeningly. The pleasure was sharp there, almost too much, shivering down his shaft and settling in the tight knot that was developing in the base of his cock.

“I want to put it in,” she whispered hotly, moaning as he bit her lip. “Can I put it in?”

Jaune nodded hurriedly, slipping his tongue deep into her mouth. Nora hastily rose up on her knees, pulling her panties to the side. His only regret was not getting to see her beautiful pussy but that regret was quickly banished from his mind when he felt her hot, moist cunt settle against his tip.

They were doing this. They were really doing this.

Nora felt like she was going to pass out, positioning her virgin pussy above his thick, mighty cock. She knew this was going to hurt a bit and braced herself, even though her hymen had long been destroyed by her training. He was just too big for a first timer to not feel any discomfort, and when she tilted her hips and lowered herself, she seethed through pursed lips as his blunt tip burrowed into her.

Her entrance was tight, and it took a little bit of effort for Nora to slide down on him, her head tilting back and her mouth falling open as her tender twat yielded to his cock. He split her apart, inch by inch, sinking further into her blistering cunt, her insides throbbing around him. She felt better than anything he could have imagined, hot and wet and snug, her walls gripping him perfectly.

“Haaaaaah,” Nora breathed out, thighs trembling as his massive cock speared into her. He wasn’t even halfway into her and it felt like she was going to die, his shape forcing him against the upper wall of her vagina. When his glans scraped over a rough patch of flesh, her entire body jerked and she saw stars, her voice cracking. “O-Oh~!”

He’d just touched her g-spot.

Nora whimpered as she lifted herself up, rubbing him on that glorious button of pleasure before sinking further, a sob of rapture bouncing off the ceiling of the cave. Her tits shook as she leaned back, thrusting them up as she angled herself and targeted that spot again, and again, and again, rutting his glans against her sweet spot, the pleasure quickly overwhelming any discomfort from the incredible stretch of her inner walls.

Jaune grit his teeth as she fucked herself on him, using a little under half of his cock to get off, and couldn’t look away from the expressions on her face. Pure, unadulterated pleasure filtered through her features, her eyes shimmering with lust, her shapely tits jiggling from her movements.

It felt good, feeling her fuck herself on his cock. Every movement of her hips sent pleasure cascading through his loins, everything taut, ready to explode. His hand gripped her ass harder, enough to bruise her lovely pale skin, and decided that he needed more.

He wouldn’t last long but he wasn’t raised to be a quitter, and he was going to rock Nora’s world.

Jaune fell back, and Nora made a sound of surprise, falling with him. With his back against the floor, the sudden change in angle forced his cock deeper. Nora almost screamed, unable to stop the descent, and with a swift thrust, Jaune buried himself balls deep in her fresh, virginal pussy.

Nora’s eyes bugged, her face twisting as a mixture of pleasure and pain hit her, like a spike to her brain. Jaune groaned deeply as her insides clamped down furiously, and something firm settled against his glans, firm yet springy, setting his blood alight.

Her cervix.

That was her womb.

“Ahh – fweh~!” she exclaimed as he flexed his hips, pressing up into her, nudging her deepest spot. Her eyes crossed. “Ahhn – heh~!? Oh, f-fuuuck,” she spasmed as he withdrew, only to piston back into her. “Nnggg,” her tongue lolled out. “J-Jaune~! Ahnn~! Mmmngggggggg—fuuuuuck~! Ahh – haaaah, fuck meeee~! Fuck me deeper~!”

Nora clawed at him, unhinged as his mighty cock put pressure on her womb. The pressure building up in her belly, it felt like he was prodding it, and she couldn’t do anything but flop on top of him as he braced his feet against the floor and began fucking himself up into her. Her pussy gripped at him as he cleaved into her, trying to hold him inside as he slid out, his fat head tugging on her insides that made her spiral.

She couldn’t take it. It was too much.

Jaune was inside her. Jaune was fucking her. Jaune was truly ruining her.

She could never get married now.

Not to anyone else.

Jaune grunted as he thrust up into her melting quim rapidly, body taut. Their flesh clapped together lewdly, wet and loud, plap, plap, plap – his ears were filled with it, her whimpering cries, her grunts, their sodden skin, peeling away from each other after each punishing thrust. He was close, his climax building, and only moved faster, pounding her cervix until she screamed.

It was dangerous but they’d lost all reason, Nora howling as the knot in her tummy ruptured, her easy pussy giving in completely. Nora gasped as each contraction rolled through her, her tunnel collapsing around his pistoning length and milking him furiously as she climaxed, her orgasm robbing her of thought.

“Oh gawd, oh gawd, oh gawd-mmmnnnggggg’fffucking cuuuuuuuming~!”

She was floating in a sea of pleasure, her skin tingling, her nipples aching and her cunt cramping, desperately trying to draw out his semen.

It was successful.

Jaune groaned and sealed his hips to hers, pushing in as deep as possible, his balls heaving in victory. He felt his load rocket up his shaft eagerly, thick and ready, and with a mighty flex that made Nora’s waist jump, he fired into her uterus without care, five, six, seven long, messy ropes that burned into her, thudding into her womb with force.

His cum spilled endlessly inside his partner, her magnificent pussy siphoning it out of him as she continued to contract around him until his balls were empty, Jaune panting as the last of his semen dribbled into her overpacked cunt.

They lay there, boneless, unable to speak for several long minutes. Their skin was slick with sweat, Nora’s insides twitching as the aftershocks of her orgasm continued to pulse through her pussy. She felt sore in a way she’d never experienced before, yet the pain only inspired joy in her.

Jaune had fucked her.

Oh boy, did he fuck her good.

She’d taken that big, fat cock inside her body and had ridden it, and then he’d completely dominated her needy little slit until it gave in. Nora nuzzled her face against his chest, inhaling his deep, manly musk before a small voice in the back of her mind reminded her of something important.

“...I’m not on birth control.”

Jaune went from post-nut bliss to post-nut clarity in an instant.

“...Oh,” he said dumbly.

That wasn’t good.

But it was out of their hands now.