Heat Culture 021

Those four days were the longest four days of his life.

He’d gone his entire life without knowing the touch of a woman but now that he had experienced intimacy at the hands of four incredible, amazing women, it appeared that he could never go back to those ignorant days. Though it wasn’t his fault, not entirely. His own hormones aside, if they were just acting as usual, things would have been fine.

But they weren’t acting as usual, that was the problem.

Yang especially seemed upset that she couldn’t ride out the last vestiges of her heat astride his cock, so she had taken to teasing him every chance she got. Sometimes it was subtle like stretching in front of him without a bra so her breasts stretched against the material of her shirt, her nipples standing out starkly against her top, tipped like diamond. And sometimes it wasn’t so subtle like foregoing her panties and ensuring he received an unobstructed view up her skirt, her slit damp with arousal or hugging his arm between her sizable tits.

If it had only been Yang, then it might not have been so bad but Pyrrha was being much more affectionate than normal. It wasn’t unusual for his partner to rub up against him without warning, her shapely ass pressing against his crotch as her soft, fluffy tail flattened between them. Or when she’d whisper something in his ear, voice low, husky, and making sure that her lips would brush the shell of his ear, causing the hairs on his neck to stand on end.

He might be on ‘strike’ as Nora so helpfully put it, but they were doing their level best to make sure he never made it to the weekend without falling to temptation.

Li and Nora were being their regular old selves, but that was its own brand of danger. Nora liked to snuggle and feeling her full, womanly body against him, warm and inviting, and smelling sweet, buttery, that wonderful creamy scent of a young woman – well, that was a sure fire way to redirect the blood from the rest of his body straight to his cock. Li was just Li, those expressive eyes all but screaming at him what she wanted to do with him. Whenever he caught her looking, he felt the want, the desire rolling off her but unlike the others, she didn’t touch him.

She just touched herself.

A gentle squeeze of her small, perky tits. A light swat on her behind. A suggestive bite of her lip, a swipe of her tongue.

She knew what she was doing.

So even though it was only four days, he felt pent up. His imagination was running wild and knowing that Weiss Schnee was waiting for him at the end of all this, well, that only made it worse.

When the day came, he received a message from her. A time and a place, and instructions to meet her there. He tried to be as discreet as possible but his team watched him with knowing eyes as he went about showering, changing and packing a bag. He ignored the fact that Nora and Li were both clearly wearing swimsuits under their clothes, the bikinis he had helped them pick out, and that Pyrrha had a backpack already prepared, sitting by her bed.

He just hoped that whatever they had planned wouldn’t upset Weiss too much.

“So,” he said, hesitating. “I’m going now.”

Pyrrha smiled beautifully. “Have a good day, Jaune.”

“Cya~!” Nora waved.

Li just smiled.

“Right. Uh, bye,” he slipped out into the hallway, and as soon as the door shut, he heard them start speaking amongst themselves. Sighing, Jaune made the long walk down to the landing pads.

Jaune saw her from afar, a beacon of white against the early morning sky. As he got closer, he saw that she was dressed in a pretty summer dress, the material pure white with light blue thread, the slender straps drawing his eyes to her delicate collar and neck. Instead of the usual sidetail she favored, her hair was hanging free, impossibly long, spun moonlight shimmering in the light of a new day. The ends tickled the backs of her calves, and when she turned to face him fully, he saw that the dress was so thin that he could see the outline of her body. Everything from her shapely, slender legs highlighting her thigh gap to her narrow waist, and the gentle swells of her small breasts.

He knew she was wearing a swimsuit underneath, could see the thin straps looping around the back of her neck, but even so, she could be mistaken for being completely bare under the white material, her silhouette teasing the possibility.

Weiss smiled, her tail swishing behind her as her ears twitched, her hands tightening around the handles of her bag. Sandled feet hurried towards him as she approached.

“Good morning,” she greeted, eyes alight. Jaune swallowed, blown away by her beauty.

He thought he was used to her but she constantly surprised him.

“Morning,” he managed, clearing his throat. “You look – uh, amazing.”

Her smile widened.

“Thank you.”

In this moment, Jaune couldn’t tell at all that Weiss was in heat. She looked perfect in every way, and maybe her cheeks were a little rosy, but her eyes were clear, her breathing was even, and she wasn’t acting any different than normal. It was vastly different to her actions in the library, almost like a different person entirely.

She was in total control.

“Shall we get going?” she asked and he nodded, joining her.

There were a few other students waiting around, and they all watched them as they stood together. The rumor mill had been going into overdrive since his night with Pyrrha, and everyone knew that something had also happened with Yang. It was impossible to hide. Jaune was used to receiving attention on account of being human but this was a different type of attention.

And now here he was, standing with Weiss Schnee of all people. Everyone knew that they were friends, but with the way Weiss was dressed, it wouldn’t take long for the entire school to know that something was up.

“I must say you are looking well this morning,” Weiss complimented casually. Jaune looked down at himself. He felt inferior in his simple black and white swimming trunks and light, button down shirt.

“Thanks. It looks like it’ll be a good day for the beach.”

The chill of the early morning was already receding, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. It was blue as far as the eye could see, from horizon to horizon. The warmth of the sun caressed his skin, and there was no doubt that it was going to be a hot one.

“I’ve always wanted to visit the beach,” Weiss suddenly admitted. “As you can imagine, Solitas doesn’t boast notable beaches.”

Jaune laughed. “No, I don’t suppose they do.”

He hadn’t even thought of that.

“So you’ve never visited one somewhere else?”

She shook her head. “No. While my family often visited Mistral, we never traveled to anywhere on the coast. Vale’s location is ideal in many ways and this is one of them.”

“Well – I’m glad you invited me, then,” he said. “We can have loads of fun.”

He saw movement over her shoulder, and leaning slightly to get a better look, he blinked as he saw someone he wasn’t expecting.

Cinder Fall approached with a bored expression on her face, a pair of sunglasses perched atop her head and dressed in an orange sarong, carrying a basket with both hands. He tried not to stare but it was hard. Not because of her overwhelming beauty, nor that hint of danger she carried with her like a shroud, but because it was such an unexpected sight.

Weiss noticed and turned to follow his gaze.

“What are you – oh,” she said softly.

It took Cinder a moment to realize she was being watched, her eyes narrowing at them. Honey met blue, and Jaune watched as her frown smoothed out, and then she approached them.

“Jaune Arc,” she said.

“Uh – yeah?”

Weiss tensed, her tail bristling.

Cinder smirked.

“You’ve caused quite the stir lately,” she said. Her voice was naturally husky, her lips pouty, full. “Aren’t you a popular one.”

Cinder then eyed Weiss up and down.

“Weiss Schnee,” she said. “A pleasure to meet you.”

She offered a hand and after a tense couple of seconds, Weiss offered her own.

“My name is Cinder,” she introduced herself. “Cinder Fall.”

“I know,” Jaune said without thinking, and her smirk deepened.

“Oh?”

Jaune felt a little embarrassed. “It’s just – I mean, there aren’t many other humans here, that’s all.”

She hummed. “I suppose that’s true. We are but a drop in the bucket.”

There was something unsettling about the way she moved and talked, as if everything was calculated for some purpose unknown to him. Maybe it was just the various rumors Jaune had heard about her added a certain mystique to her actions.

“Are you on a date?” she asked coyly. “Another conquest, is it? You must be quite the man, Jaune Arc, to garner such lavish attention.”

“He is,” Weiss answered before he could, spine straight. Weiss met Cinder’s eyes without blinking.

Cinder hummed. “Undoubtedly. It does make one curious…”

“You also court your fair share of attention, do you not?” Weiss pointed out. “I’ve heard many stories of men confessing their love for you.”

“You are right,” Cinder admitted. “Unfortunately, I’ve found them all… lacking.”

“A shame.”

“Yes, it is,” Cinder’s lips stretched, almost tauntingly. “Though perhaps I should be the one on the hunt instead, rather than leave it up to them to approach me. Eliminate the riff raff, so to speak.”

Her eyes fell on Jaune when she said that.

“I may have better luck that way, don’t you think?”

Even Jaune could feel that the atmosphere was tense. Weiss was taut, as if she were able to go into battle while Cinder remained relaxed, hand on hip as she smirked. Her suggestive comments were less than subtle, and Weiss’ back was up, her hands curling into fists.

He needed to defuse the situation.

Placing a hand on Weiss’ back, she jumped at the sudden contact. He could feel how tense she was, her back muscles hard like rock. Giving her a gentle rub, he moved closer to her, curling his hand around the side of her waist. Slowly, he felt her body relax, the tension bleeding from her body as she leaned into him.

Cinder watched all of this with amused eyes.

“Are you going to the beach as well?” he asked, directing the conversation away from romance. “It’s a great day for it, isn’t it?”

Cinder laughed softly, no doubt understanding what he was doing but she played along. “It is. It has been too long since I’ve been.”

They made some small talk as the airship was prepped for flight, Weiss remaining silent by his side. When they finally boarded the aircraft, Weiss grabbed his hand and pulled him away from where Cinder sat, as far as possible.

“I don’t like her,” Weiss said when they were seated and strapped in. “I don’t like her at all.”

Jaune didn’t really have anything to say to that.

“She is a viper,” Weiss continued before adding. “She’s interested in you.”

Jaune grimaced. “Well – I’m not interested in her.”

As beautiful as Cinder Fall was, he didn’t know her – at all. And what he did know of her painted a dangerous picture. Jaune wasn’t one to buy into rumor and gossip, but… she wasn’t the type of girl you got mixed up with on a whim. While he didn’t think she was as bad as others made her out to be, Jaune could see where her reputation came from.

His life was crazy enough as it was, thank you very much.

“She covets that which others have,” Weiss turned her head to face him, expression serious. “For no other reason than to have it.”

Jaune frowned.

“...that sounds sad. Are you sure?”

Weiss nodded. “I’ve known people like her before. Their interest is temporary, fleeting. Some may say it doesn’t exist in the first place. But when they set their mind on something, they will pursue it tirelessly, even though they’ll discard it once claimed. Their one true care is for themselves.”

Jaune wondered what Weiss would say if he told her that Cardin felt similarly, only in much more crude terms.

“All that, and you’ve only just met her.”

“Like I said – I’ve met people like her before. Charming, if they want to be. Alluring. Tempting. But ultimately, they are hollow,” Weiss sighed. “Perhaps it is because I am a faunus, and our senses are more refined – but that same feeling that attracts all those men to confess to her is the same feeling that puts me on guard. Do be careful around her, should she approach you again.”

“Right.”

Her hand fell to his own, lacing their fingers. “I mean it.”

“I know.”

He gave her hand a squeeze. “I’ll be careful.”

“I won’t allow some homewrecker to get between us.”

Jaune tried not to smile. “Homewrecker, huh?”

“If she tries, I’ll send Pyrrha after her.”

That made him laugh.

The airship terminal in Vale was as busy as ever, and Jaune led the way once they landed, creating a path for Weiss to follow in his wake. They arrived at the bus terminal right on time, the bus they needed to catch pulling in within seconds of their arrival. Glancing around, he saw that Cinder was nowhere to be seen, a small mercy.

The ride across the city was uneventful, Jaune watching buildings and cars pass by as they pulled onto the highway and made good time in the bus lane. People disembarked and boarded at various stops, until finally they arrived at their destination.

As they stepped off onto the sidewalk, fresh salt air assaulted their senses. Inhaling deeply, Jaune gazed out upon the glittering waters before looking up and down the beach. The golden sands were packed with people, a sea of umbrellas and beach chairs, towels and ice boxes.

It felt like half of Vale had decided that today was the day to hit the sands. He couldn’t blame them. What an amazing day for the beach.

Weiss reached into her bag and pulled out a wide brimmed sun hat, perching it atop her head. Hand in hand, she pulled him along and he followed obediently.

“Where should we go?” he asked, looking around. “This place is pretty crowded.”

“It thins out further down. We’ll go there.”

As expected the majority of the crowd was focused around the safe swimming areas, flags set up by the life guards to mark them. That didn’t mean people weren’t swimming on other areas of the beach, but it concentrated most of the people there. As they made their way down some concrete stairs and across the sand, approaching the water, Jaune saw many aquatic-aligned faunus outside the flags, swimming effortlessly without a care.

“I’ll hire an umbrella for us,” Weiss said, smiling up at him. She looked incredibly cute in her big hat with her hair down. “Find us a spot, will you?”

“Yeah, sure.”

There was a nice stretch of sand where not a lot of people were gathered, so that is where Jaune unrolled his towel. Kicking off his shoes, he removed his shirt, stretching his arms above his head. He felt something cold press into the small of his back and he jumped, startled.

Weiss smiled at him impishly, an umbrella cradled in one arm while she held two bottles of cold water in the other.

Jaune set up the umbrella while Weiss rolled out her towel, and then with a rustle of fabric, her summer dress pooled around her feet. Pure alabaster skin was revealed from her toned, slender legs to her flat tummy, narrow waist and the gentle swells of her hips. She was wearing a light blue bikini, the bottoms tied on the side with thin strings while the top was simple blue cups tied around the back of her neck and back. When she turned, she stretched her arms above her head much like he had, and he watched the svelte muscles of her back flex. The bottoms cupped the inside of her sculpted ass to perfection in a half-thong style, her tail swishing back and forth, fluffy and full.

Jaune found his eyes drawn to the subtle shift of her ribs, and the curve of her spine. Just above her butt were two cute back dimples.

Weiss peered at him over her shoulder, eyes twinkling.

She was like a little snow nymph, stealing his breath away.

Weiss bent down, searching through her bag before pulling out a small bottle.

Sunscreen.

She waved it in front of him. “Could you help me put this on? My skin is delicate and will burn easily.”

Jaune nodded. “Yeah. I can do that.”

She carefully sat down on her towel, legs slightly bent as she leaned back on her arms. Her abs tensed as she shuffled into position, gazing up at him from under her sun hat.

“Start with my legs.”

Jaune took the bottle from her and knelt down. Cradling her leg, he removed her sandals before applying a small amount of sunscreen to his hands. It was at this moment that he recognized just how smooth her skin was, and how small she was. Weiss was a tiny girl, smaller than Li.

“Mmmm,” she hummed as he began lathering the sunscreen onto her skin, gently rubbing her calves and around her knee. Weiss squirmed a little, giggling. “That’s cold.”

When he moved higher, rubbing and massaging her thighs, he couldn’t help but admire the solid muscle beneath the soft plumpness of a young, fit woman. Higher and higher he went, making sure her thighs were thoroughly covered, feeling a stirring in his loins when she parted her legs slightly, giving permission without words to move inward.

Her inner-thighs were even softer, his hands involuntarily tensing as he gripped her. Weiss sighed in bliss, arching her back.

“That feels good,” she whispered.

Trying not to pop a boner, he finished by moving downwards and doing her feet. They were cute and dainty, her toes small, rounded and cute. Weiss flinched when his fingers touched the soles of her feet, a startled laugh escaping her.

Jaune grinned. “Are you ticklish?”

She glared at him without heat. “Don’t you dare.”

As much as he wanted to, he nodded. “I won’t, I promise.”

Gathering some more sunscreen, he started on her belly. He could feel the hardness of her abs as they tightened, and how hot her skin felt. His finger grazed her bellybutton and she sighed, head tilting back. When he rubbed her sides, she shivered, his hand spanning the length of her ribcage.

“You have really big hands,” she commented idly, biting her lip. “Mmm. Strong hands.”

He finished with her arms, starting at her shoulders and moving down to her hands. Weiss had pretty hands, which wasn’t much of a surprise. She had pretty everything. Her fingers were long, slender, her nails perfectly maintained. They were sharper than he expected, and with some surprise, he realized that they were an additional faunus trait she had, slightly curved at the ends. It was so subtle that if you weren’t looking closely at them, you’d miss it.

Pyrrha’s nails hadn’t been like that.

“Now my back,” she said when he released her hands, flipping over and providing a magnificent view of her ass. She lay down on her front with her arms crossed under her head, face to the side.

He worked his way up from her hips, as her legs were already done, massaging the sunscreen into her back and across her shoulder blades. He was about to pull back, thinking he was done when Weiss made a sound of displeasure.

“You missed a spot,” she said coyly, giving her hips a little shake. The plump, sculpted globes of her amazing butt jiggled. “I don’t want to get burned, Jaune. You have to get everywhere that shows.”

Since it was a half-thong bottom, the majority of her cheeks were exposed. Jaune stared at them, hands itching to grab a hold and squeeze. Lathering some more sunscreen into his hands, he hesitated, his cock swelling in his pants.

So much for not popping a boner.

Weiss squealed as he cupped the underside of her cheeks, fingers sinking into her delectable flesh. He probably grabbed a little too hard but he couldn’t help himself, and Weiss didn’t complain, tilting her pelvis and pressing back eagerly.

“That’s it,” she said, voice lower than usual. “Make sure to rub it in, nice and good.”

Her ass cheeks molded to the way his hands moved, his wrists flexing as he parted them, his thumbs slipping inwards. He then brought them back in, squishing those lovely globes together. They were so soft and pliable, yet so pert. Her skin reddened slightly where he manipulated her plumpness, and he made sure to thoroughly massage every inch of visible skin.

The cute sounds she made only made his swelling dick throb, soft sighs and mewls, her tail ramrod straight as it stuck straight up in the air. He groped her ass until it went far beyond just applying sunscreen and then finally he released her, leaning back.

His shorts were feeling a bit tight.

Weiss quickly flipped over, her face a little pink around her cheeks. She hit him with such a look of longing that he was sure she was about to pounce on him, mount him right there and ride him in front of the world, propriety be damned.

But she didn’t. Instead, she held out her hand for the bottle of sunscreen.

“Your turn now,” she said.

Those crystal blue eyes, so pale they resembled chips of purest ice, roamed across his chest hungrily. Jaune sat down on his towel and Weiss positioned herself behind him.

“You’re back is so big,” she said softly, and leaning in, Jaune felt her breath gust along the back of his neck. His arms erupted in goosebumps. “I’ll have to work extra hard to cover it all.”

Jaune tensed as small hands pressed against his upper back, the sunscreen cold against his skin. Weiss giggled breathlessly as she began rubbing it in, the liquid rapidly heating as she spread it across his shoulder blades and up towards his neck. Though her hands were small and feminine, they were strong, her fingers digging in pleasantly as she massaged each muscle with care, taking her time to map out every dip and line.

Jaune spied a couple of girls nearby watching them and felt a flare of embarrassment as they stared unabashedly, propped up on their arms, fixated. Had they seen him rub the sunscreen on Weiss first? Closing his eyes so he didn’t have to see them, he sighed as her hands moved higher, rubbing his shoulders and the muscles around his neck before moving down his arms.

“You have such a nice body, Jaune,” Weiss complimented. “So strong and lean.”

Jaune fought the urge to squirm when her fingers made their way to his sides, stroking his obliques and then around the front, caressing his abs. Her flat tummy leaned on his back, the heat of her body seeping into him.

All he could smell was her wonderful scent mixed with that of the sunscreen. A hint of coconut, and something deeper, harsher but inviting; like dark chocolate, bitter on the tongue but addictive. Weiss moved her hands higher, tickling the apex of his abs before rubbing his chest.

“Jaune,” she moaned in his ear, her fingers finding his nipples. Jaune swallowed as she traced her lovely nails around them teasingly. “Haaaah, haaaah – Jaune, you smell so good.”

Weiss inhaled deeply, her nose almost buried in his hair. Jaune opened his eyes and saw those girls still watching them, gaping openly. A spike of heat, of lust washed over him as she gently pinched one of his nipples, that brief flare of pain melting into a shivery, deep pleasure that made his dick stiffen further.

“Weiss, people are watching us,” he warned.

“Let them,” she brushed her lips against the back of his neck, speaking the words into his skin. “Let them all know that you are mine.”

She kissed his neck again, and again, and again, nipping, sucking, her slick hands falling down to his stomach. When she bit him, he felt the sharpness of her fangs, threatening to puncture his skin. Apparently she liked to bite, another thing she shared in common with Pyrrha.

But just when he thought she was going to push further, Weiss backed off. Turning, he saw that her eyes were darkened with arousal, pupils dilated, slitted, her features sharpened. Twin peaks poked through the cups of her bikini top, her nipples hard and showing. Gathering more sunscreen on her palms, she shuffled around in front and began working on his legs, bending down at the waist.

If you were standing behind her, it would look like she was giving him head.

Those girls nearby covered their mouths but didn’t look away, and Jaune felt a little mortified but also so turned on by it, even though she wasn’t sucking his cock. As Weiss moved up from his calves and towards his thighs, she leaned closer, her eyes locked on the prize.

“Is this for me?” she asked, her silky hair pooling across his crotch. “Mm, you smell even stronger here.”

Her hands slipped beneath his shorts through each leg hole, nails raking down his thighs. Jaune shivered, wanting nothing more than to flip her over and pound that tight snatch she no doubt boasted but again, Weiss leaned back because he could put action to thought.

Jaune felt like he was the one in heat, not the other way around.

She was teasing him, testing him. His cock felt extraordinarily hard and they hadn’t really done anything yet, no more than groping. Her cute sun hat shielded her face as she retreated fully, though he saw the curve of her lips.

“Did that feel good?” she asked teasingly. “This is how you make me feel all the time, and you don’t even know it.”

Moving back to her own towel, she stretched out, her amazing body moving gracefully. Jaune stared as her tight stomach sunk in, her pelvic and hip bone protruding dramatically as she gathered her hair neatly and tucked it over one shoulder.

“You’re magnificent,” he uttered without realizing it, and Weiss beamed.

“Thank you. So are you,” she returned with relish. “Do you want to ravish me?”

He did.

“I do.”

Her small pink tongue wet her pretty lips. “Mmm. I want you to ravish me, Jaune. I want you to make me a woman.”

She parted her thighs slightly.

“Touch me,” she ordered breathlessly.

Jaune only hesitated for a moment before moving towards her, rolling onto his side. His hand settled on her knee and felt her leg tremble, her eyelashes fluttering.

“Right now?” he asked.

She nodded. “Mhm. I want you to touch me between my legs. Stroke my – my pussy,” she flushed hotly, the word foreign on her sophisticated tongue. “Make me feel good.”

His fingers slowly trailed up her inner-thigh, stroking the soft skin. Weiss’ breathing grew deeper, her modest chest rising and falling.

“Someone might see us,” he warned.

“I don’t care,” Weiss said with an air of finality.

A cute whimper escaped her throat as his knuckles bumped her covered slit, hips rocking slightly as if to grind against his hand. A quick glance showed that those girls were still staring, mesmerized by what was taking place.

“H-Higher,” she uttered. “Mm, please – rub me higher.”

Tightening his hand so he was lightly gripping her inner-thigh, he rolled his wrist up, his knuckle digging against her soft vulva. Weiss crooned as he gently rubbed up and down, back and forth, knuckling her pussy with very light pressure.

“Like this?”

“Harder,” she demanded.

“Ayo~! Wassup?” a loud, brash voice called out before a shadow that wasn’t their umbrella stretched across them. Jaune felt his heart leap into his throat, blood turned to ice as Weiss shrieked, sitting up in a panic as her knees jerked up to her chest. Her hat flew off her head. “I’m not interrupting, am I?”

Yang Xiao Long stood above them with a shit eating smile on her face, clad in nothing but a bright orange bikini and sheer white top, and she wasn’t alone. Behind her stood Ruby, Blake and his teammates, Pyrrha waving as his eyes fell on her.

“Hello~!”

Nora snorted. “That was too cruel, Yang.”

Li just shook her head, though her amusement was clear as day.

Blake was pouting, though her eyes glittered much like Li’s, tail curled around her thigh.

“Heya Jaune,” Ruby chirped, that odd expression dominating her face much like when she caught him with her sister. “What’cha doin?”

He was rendered speechless.