Heat Culture 027

 “Oh mi gawd, that fire sword is so cool,” Ruby gushed excitedly.

“It is pretty cool,” Jaune acknowledged, smiling.

“Ahh~! And that trident has hidden barrels on each prong! I don’t see a trigger,” silver eyes scanned the weapon furiously, as if it were the most important thing in the world. “How does it work, how does it work? Oh, uh – I see, I see, it must only discharge when sufficient pressure is applied.”

“So it’s not really a gun?”

“Yeah! Sorta like those shark spears you hear about, it’ll only fire after you stab the target.”

Jaune eyed the trident warily, as well as the person wielding it. “That’s pretty brutal.”

“Yang does something similar with her gauntlets. She can fire them whenever but she can toggle between that and only firing when she lands a punch. It’s pretty effective.”

No kidding. He’d been on the end of her punches more than a few times. Catching a shotgun blast point blank was no laughing matter.

The tournament was now in full swing and the first round of single and double bouts had concluded. Today was a day of rest where the competitors were able to relax and see the sights of the host city, though many chose to refine their skills with some light training. Rather than enjoy the small festival area that Beacon had erected on campus, Ruby had wanted to check out the training students from other schools.

Or more specifically, she wanted to check out their weapons. She’d been geeking out since the start of the tournament, and this was an opportunity for her to geek out a lot more, up close and personal without having to be in the ring with them.

All of their friends had advanced to the second round. Jaune’s first round bout had been against a dark skinned boy from Haven called Nadir. He had a shock of pink hair, and two massive horns protruding from his head; a bull faunus.

It had been a relatively easy fight. While Nadir’s weapon afforded him an advantage at range, the submachine gun lacked the firepower to halt Jaune or chip away at him sufficiently. And while it had been able to transform into a sword for close quarter combat, Jaune had easily overwhelmed him with his swordsmanship.

Nadir was no Pyrrha. Jaune was beginning to realize that everything Pyrrha put him through in training was far beyond what he was going to experience here, against other combatants. Forged in the fires of adversity and all that, right?

As for their double bouts, they’d been pitted against a pair from Shade. Pyrrha did what Pyrrha did best, single-handedly winning it for them. Jaune had just cleaned them up in the aftermath, feeling a little silly.

But a win was a win. It wasn’t his fault that his partner was a beast.

Ruby also handled herself very well in her fights. She’d been pitted against a cat faunus from Atlas, a girl called Neon who was also a bit of a speed demon. As fast as she was, she hadn’t been able to keep up with Ruby for long, and the younger girl had dispatched her with several brutal strikes that carved through her aura like butter.

Ruby and Weiss then proceeded to put on a display of awe inspiring teamwork in their double’s clash, utilizing their joint attacks flawlessly to overwhelm their opponents. They had moved like a well oiled machine, combining Weiss’ semblance and Dust with Ruby’s sniper shots, raining down hell from afar.

It was very impressive, and had many people talking.

So everyone was in a good mood, and when Ruby had invited him to join her today, Jaune may have… misunderstood the assignment, just a little bit. Perhaps he was getting ahead of himself, maybe his ego was a little inflated, but he’d thought she’d meant as a date. So he had dressed accordingly, and had thought of a few different things they could do together.

But when Ruby showed up in her usual combat attire, and her only desire was to go check out the plethora of weapons available at the training grounds – well, Jaune realized his folly.

Ruby was the one girl whom Jaune was unsure of. According to the others, she hadn’t quite entered her first heat yet, and unlike the others, her showings of affection were things she’d always done. While Jaune was confident that Ruby saw him that way, it appeared that she had no interest in pressing things to become more intimate.

Which was fine. Jaune didn’t expect her to just… jump his bones or something. Just because the others had been eager to sleep with him didn’t mean Ruby had to be the same. But perhaps his expectations had been warped a little bit, and he couldn’t help but follow her with his eyes, imagining how it would be.

Ruby was a little cutie with pale skin, a pretty face and beautiful eyes. She was slender like Weiss, small, but wider in the hips and thighs. Her lips appeared feather soft, an innocent, pale pink – and Jaune wondered how they would taste.

When his thoughts went down that road, they became increasingly filthy. He’d seen her long tongue, and imagined how it would feel to kiss her, or to have that dexterous tongue lashing the head of his cock. Her mouth looked so small. Would she be able to fit him? Would those cute lips strain around his girth, soft and plump? Would she take him deep into her throat where her tongue could coil around him like a fist, and stroke him?

And those hidden feathers on her belly… were they as soft as they looked? Would she like it if he stroked her there? Would she react like Blake did, when he rubbed her lower back and touched her tail? The thought of Ruby thrashing as his fingers raked through her plumage, her tight snatch rippling around his cock…

Jaune shook his head.

Now he was the one being driven by desire and lust, his body responding to his thoughts. He ignored the swelling of his erection, following after her as she skipped along, pointing at all the different weapons on display.

Ruby might not be in heat, and Jaune may only be human – but he had enough desire for the both of them.

“Ooooh,” Ruby stopped, stars in her eyes as a large guy with bulging muscles swung a massive sword above his head. It was the type of weapon that appeared impractical on first glance. Someone without aura wouldn’t even be able to lift it, let alone swing it, yet he swung it with remarkable ease. “Look at the size of it!”

Jaune spotted the signs of mecha-shift technology along the handle. “What do you think it does?”

Ruby hummed, hand on her chin. “A hidden Dust chamber, maybe? It’s hard to tell.”

None of the training that was happening was serious, little more than warm ups. Drilling their basic stances, keeping their muscles warm and memories fresh, ready. A few were sparring but it was nothing too strenuous. They were all competitors, after all. They didn’t want to give away their secrets if they could help it.

Ruby suddenly gasped and he followed her line of sight. A brown haired girl was working through a series of strikes, her weapon unorthodox. One moment it was rigid like a blade, a type of rapier perhaps – and then the next, it was flexible, cracking like a whip. The girl spun as if in a dance, her weapon lashing out at imaginary foes. Jaune recalled seeing her first round match. She was from Atlas.

Ilia was her name, if he remembered rightly.

She had a tan complexion with slightly darker spots here and there, almost like freckles but only much larger. At first, he hadn’t been able to tell what her faunus traits were because they were not immediately obvious. So much so that he’d mistaken her for human, and would have continued to do so. That was until he saw her skin change color before his very eyes.

She was a chameleon faunus, and those spots were scales.

Her ability to blend into her environment had earned her the win, ambushing her opponent and swiftly taking them out. Her whip was capable of using Dust, and it appeared that Lightning Dust was her flavor of choice.

Ruby hopped up and down as Ilia continued to spin and twirl, weapon rapidly shifting between its more rigid blade form and flexible whip, and they watched until she finally came to a stop, her breathing fast but controlled.

“Can I help you?” she asked, eyes blinking open. Her expression was stern, eyes narrowing slightly.

Rather than be embarrassed at being called out or intimidated by her glare, Ruby took that as her cue. She darted in until they were nearly nose to nose, and Ilia recoiled in shock.

“Oh my god, your weapon is so cool~! Did you make it yourself? Oh, I bet you did! Can you show me how it works? Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease?”

Ilia gaped stupidly as Ruby blinked up at her with doe eyes.

“Uh…”

Taking pity, Jaune grabbed Ruby’s cloak and tugged her back. Ruby yelped. “Sorry about her. She can get a little – uh, excited when she sees new weapons.”

Ilia blinked at him.

“You’re human,” she said dumbly.

Jaune smiled. “That’s right. My name is Jaune. Jaune Arc.”

He offered a hand and she stared at it, and then her nose wrinkled as she sniffed.

“So you’re the one,” she met his eyes. “I’ve heard talk about the human that has decided to make a name for himself by breeding with several girls during their heat cycles.”

For some reason, Jaune felt that she wasn’t particularly happy about it.

“No one is trying to make any names for themselves doing that,” Jaune corrected her. “And anyone saying otherwise is a liar.”

Ilia hummed. “Is that so?”

“It is.”

“Not all of it is a lie, though, is it?” she sniffed again. “I can smell them on you.”

“I can’t exactly help that.”

“...Just let it be known that I will not be falling for any of the tricks you employed on these hapless women,” she said coolly. “You will not be adding me to your collection.”

Just who did this woman think he was?

“It’s okay. Jaune only sleeps with people who love him.”

Thank you, Ruby. That didn’t help at all.

“That sounds very sweet,” Ilia said blandly, clearly thinking it was anything but.

Ruby didn’t catch the sarcasm, nodding happily. “Yep~! Anyway, enough about that dumb stuff – can I hold your weapon?”

Jaune thought Ilia would deny her but much to his surprise, she handed it over. Ruby cradled it like it was the most precious thing ever, gazing at it with reverent eyes. Testing the weight of it, she gave it a few practice swings.

It was honestly one of the most adorable things Jaune had seen.

Ilia even showed her how to deploy its whip form, though Ruby refrained from swinging it around like that. A whip wasn’t an easy weapon to use and one wrong movement could have it coming back in your face. Ilia seemed amused as Ruby inspected every little nook and cranny.

“Thanks for letting me see it, it’s super cool. Does she have a name?”

Ilia smiled. “Lightning Lash.”

A fitting name.

They spent some more time wandering around the training grounds before Ruby finally had her fill, her mind bursting with ideas about how she could improve her ‘baby’. They stopped by a vending machine to grab some refreshments, and then found a bench to relax on.

Cracking open his can of soda, Jaune was halfway through a mouthful when Ruby suddenly asked, “Are we going to have sex?”

Soda sprayed everywhere as Jaune coughed, leaning forward as his nose burned from the carbonated sting. Turning to look at Ruby through watery eyes, he said, “What?”

Ruby flushed cutely as her fingers played with her bottle of water, eyes darting away nervously. “Ehehe~!”

Had he misheard her?

“Ruby, what did you just say?”

“A-Are we going to have sex?” she repeated, biting her lip.

Jaune stared at her.

“I just thought, since you’ve already done it with everyone else…” she shrugged, her ears red. “...that it might be my turn now…?”

It took Jaune’s mind several seconds to reboot.

“Do you… want to have sex?” he finally asked.

She nodded shyly. “Mhm.”

“Oh,” he said dumbly. “I thought you weren’t really interested…”

They sat in awkward silence for a moment, Jaune wiping his chin.

Ruby spoke up first. “I’m not on my heat or anything, but that doesn’t matter to me. Does that bother you?”

“No, of course not.”

She beamed happily, kicking her feet out. “Even though I haven’t had my heat yet, I still think of you when I – um, touch my kitty.”

What was this conversation?

“I thought you told me you didn’t – uh, do that,” Jaune felt his ears burn.

Ruby squirmed, pressing the cold water bottle to her cheek. “...I lied.”

So Ruby was masturbating but not because she needed to control her heat. She was doing it just because she was horny, and she thought of him while doing it. Just the idea of her furiously fingering herself had his blood thrumming.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

What did he do now?

Jaune eyed her from the corner of his eye, watching as she continued to cool her hot cheeks with her bottle. Ruby was so innocent and cute, and while the thought of pouncing on her and ravaging her was appealing – very appealing – he also felt like that was the wrong way to go about things. What if they took things a little slower than usual?

Finishing his soda, he stood. Ruby stared up at him in surprise, then at the hand he held out to her.

“Want to go somewhere to be alone?”

She nodded slowly, taking his hand.

They made their way back to the dormitory, showing her into his room. Their teams wouldn’t be back for some time, so they had the place all to themselves.

“You can sit there, if you want,” Jaune waved at his bed and Ruby sat down quickly, fidgeting. He sat down beside her, their thighs touching. “Ruby…”

“Ah—mmm?”

She was nervous, shaking like a leaf. Or was it excitement?

“Do you want to kiss?”

Silver eyes darted to his lips.

“Um,” her voice wavered. “Y-Yes.”

Ruby squeaked as his hand cupped her cheek, thumb caressing the edge of her mouth. He gently peeled her lips apart, the pad of his thumb massaging her plump lower lip. Ruby swallowed thickly, her throat bobbing.

“I’m going to kiss you now.”

“Mmm,” she moaned as he leaned in, softly claiming her lips in a chaste kiss. He only remained there for a moment, savoring how soft and moist her lips were before leaning back. Ruby blinked at him stupidly.

“How was that?”

“Ah – um, nice?”

Jaune laughed softly. “Just nice?”

“And warm,” she added, licking her lip. “It was warm.”

He kissed her again, a little deeper, his fingers curling around the back of her head to keep her steady. Ruby moaned again, shivering as their mouths molded together, shifting back and forth. One of her small hands grabbed his shirt, bunching in a fist as she leaned into him.

Jaune pulled back again, and she made a sound of protest.

“How was that?”

“Good,” her voice sounded different, a little deeper than usual. “Mm, Jaune – I – can we kiss some more?”

This time he lightly suckled on her lower lip before opening her up, claiming her mouth with his tongue. Her gasp was swallowed by his mouth, their tongues twirling together as they made out passionately. Jaune pulled her small body against him, a hand settling on her slim waist while the other cupped the back of her head. He could feel the feathers threaded through her hair bristling, her mewls of desire going straight to his cock. It wasn’t long until he was hard as rock, pressing into her belly insistently as they kissed.

Wet smacks filled the air as he devoured her, their kiss becoming increasingly messy. Sucking on her tongue, she trembled and fell limp, their mouths finally parting as she gasped desperately, panting.

She tasted just as sweet as she looked.

It took her a few moments to feel his hardness poking into her, making a sound of surprise. Leaning back slightly, silver eyes glittered as she stared at him.

“That’s your dick,” she said bluntly.

“Yeah,” Jaune replied.

“It’s hard.”

“Yep.”

“I made it hard?”

“You did.”

She looked pleased by that fact.

“Can I kiss you again?”

Jaune nodded, and she leaned in. He wasn’t sure how long they made out. Long enough for his jaw to start aching, his tongue and lips numb. Ruby was utterly consumed by the act, growing bolder, more sure of herself. Soon her tongue was filling his mouth, moving in ways he had never experienced before.

“What comes next?” she asked breathlessly between wet smacks, moaning when he nipped her lip in a gentle bite.

“I’ll show you.”

Jaune untangled their bodies and she blinked up at him, eyes hazy and lustful as he stood up, stepping back. Those eyes sharpened when he began removing his clothes, starting with his shirt. Lifting it up over his head, those silver orbs raked across his exposed chest and stomach.

Jaune smiled. “Do you like how I look?”

She nodded rapidly. “Mhm.”

She did. She liked it a lot. It made her tummy flip and spin out of control, something deep inside her throbbing. It was similar to the times she played with her crotch, the pleasure building towards some end she never quite reached.

Ruby hadn’t even touched herself yet and she was feeling this way.

Next was his belt, the sound abnormally loud in their ears as he unbuckled it and pulled it through the loops of his pants. Kicking off his shoes, he pulled his pants off until he was standing in nothing more than his underwear, his boxer-briefs tenting obscenely.

Ruby’s eyes fluttered as she stared at his confined cock for the first time. That throbbing inside her core only intensified.

“Would you like to see it?” he asked.

“Yes, please,” she replied instantly, almost begging.

This was it. This was the thing that he put inside her sister, inside her friends. This was the thing that their bodies craved more than anything in the midst of their heat. This was the thing she thought about, fantasied about while stroking her crotch.

When he pulled his underwear down, it caught and stretched before his cock sprung free in all its glory. Ruby stared, her mouth going dry as it bobbed in front of her, long and thick, the head glossy with pre-cum and wide, flushed red with blood. The scent of his musk hit her, pungent, salty. A hot, velvety rush filled her belly, something wet leaking into her panties.

She’d never seen a penis before. No, that wasn’t true, was it? She’d seen his before, when she’d caught him with Yang. A memory that made her insides throb. But other than that, she’d only seen one in those text books that taught them about biology, and those diagrams in sexual education. While they sorta looked like Jaune’s, held the same general shape, they weren’t nearly as big, as intimidating.

His cock flexed in excitement as Ruby stared at him in wonder. The surprise on her face, the way her mouth hung open slightly, eyes wide, it only turned him on even more. When she leaned in and sniffed him, her nose almost touching his shaft, he wanted nothing more than to mount her and take her right then and there.

But he didn’t.

Slow. He was going to take it slow.

“You can touch it if you want,” he urged her.

Ruby swallowed thickly. “C-Can I?”

“Grab it with your hands.”

Ruby hesitated for only a second before reaching for him, her hands settling on his thighs before moving inward. Jaune felt a brief flare of nerves when he sighted her sharp nails but she moved carefully, wrapping her small, soft hands around his shaft.

“It’s hot,” Ruby squeaked, caressing the smooth skin. It was much softer than she expected, the bulging veins pressing against her palms. Hot and heavy, she lifted it up and admired the curve, the thick root on the underside giving his penis a very powerful, manly look; just like the rest of his body. Stroking him up to the underside of his glans, she felt that the head was different; almost spongy, the skin an entirely different texture.

Even though the skin was baby smooth, his cock was hard underneath. Giving it a squeeze, Ruby found that there was a little bit of give but not much, and it swelled before she released her hold.

Jaune hummed in appreciation as she continued to stroke him, lavishing his dick with curious attention. She leaned in again, rubbing her nose against the tip, leaving a smear of pre-ejaculate on her face. He throbbed in her grasp and she jumped, startled.

“It moved,” she said stupidly. Even though she’d already seen it do that, feeling it was something entirely different. “Mm. It smells really good.”

It did. The scent touched some primal part of her brain, some unused section that was newly awakened. She sniffed him again, and again, and again, rubbing her nose up and down either side of his shaft, inhaling deeply. It was a strong scent, musky, that of a man. But also – she could smell Li, Nora, Blake on him. Pyrrha, Weiss and Yang.

It was irresistible. It made her mouth water.

“What do I…?”

“You can kiss it, if you want?” their eyes met, silver and blue. “Do you want to kiss it?”

She did.

Jaune felt pleasure tingle up his length as she brushed her lips over the tip, pecking it chastely. She rubbed him around her mouth in a circle, smearing his essence over her lips, working him back and forth. Her lips felt so soft against him, the pleasure gentle but maddening. It made his cock tense, that subtle build up of pressure.

When her tongue flicked out to taste the head, Jaune groaned. Emboldened by the sound, she pointed his dick upwards and licked the underside, flattening her tongue as if she were eating a lollipop. She felt his cock jerk against her, unknowingly pleasuring the most sensitive part of his glans, and licked it again, and again.

Jaune sighed in bliss as she attacked his frenulum, lapping up the pre-cum that oozed out of the tip. Ruby liked sweet things like strawberries and cookies, but the salty bitterness of his seminal fluid was addicting. Holding his dick steady, she licked him vigorously, making out with the underside of his glans with pouty lips.

It was one of the hottest things Jaune had ever witnessed, Ruby’s cute, upturned face pink in the cheeks, her beautiful eyes fluttering as she aggressively licked his cock. Soon she was giving the tip light sucks, her lips parting over the wide head before retreating, her tongue continuing to lash the underside. His toes curled against the floor, abs tensing as the pleasure began to grow more intense.

Ruby felt delirious as she sucked and licked and bobbed her head, faster and faster, his musk leaking across her tongue. Her mouth tingled, her tummy twisting and throbbing with heat. She could feel her panties were already ruined, as if she’d wet herself. There was an itch building, right between her legs, and no amount of pressing her thighs together could alleviate it.

She wanted to touch it. She needed to touch it.

Jaune saw her squirming, her butt shuffling back and forth as her legs tensed, thighs attempting to clamp shut. One of her hands cupped his heavy balls and she leaned back, as if surprised. She blinked, staring at his testicles as if she’d missed them entirely the first time.

“You can kiss those too, if you want.”

They felt strange in her hand, like two large egg shaped marbles within a fleshy sack. The skin was wrinkled and loose, and his balls easily shifted around her palm when she flexed her fingers. Leaning down, she inhaled and found that his scent was even stronger down here, nuzzling her cheek against his shaft.

They were big, one of them more than enough to fill her mouth. The loose skin pulled taut as she sucked his right nut between her lips, cradling it against her tongue. Jaune thread his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp as she sucked harder. He felt the pressure deep in his balls, his sperm churning.

Ruby was gentle with them, sucking and slurping, wrapping her long tongue around his sensitive ball and squeezing. When the left was well attended to, she moved to the one on the right, trapping it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Jaune’s cock flexed, pulsing, a fat drop of pre-cum oozing from the tip.

When she released his balls, they were both slick with saliva and tight against the base of his dick. Palming them both, she squeezed them together and watched with fascination as his shaft trembled in delight.

Her tummy was now full of fire, that growing itch between her legs unbearable.

“Jaune,” she mewled, face desperate. “I – I need… I’m… my crotch…”

Jaune stepped back, out of reach. She blinked at him, unsure.

“Jaune…?”

“Undress,” he told her.

Her heart fluttered in her chest. “Ah.”

“I want to see your body. Do you want to show me?”

She did. She nodded quickly, head filled with fog.

“Show me what you do when you’re alone and you think of me.”