Stranded 025

Jaune had been wondering what he should wear to the festival since he didn’t exactly have many clothes with him. Wearing his combat attire seemed a little out of place since this was meant to be a celebration and he wasn’t attending as a Huntsman, this wasn’t a mission, but anything else he could wear wasn’t really appropriate for the occasion either.

Of course, Blake’s mother had prepared for this. He needn’t have worried.

Jaune stared at the navy blue material resting on his bed. It was a two piece outfit but it was more than just a shirt and a pair of shorts. While there were shorts, the top was more of a jacket and styled differently than anything he had worn before. It reminded Jaune of the yukata Blake wore at Beacon to sleep, a type of loose fitting kimono jacket that appeared less complicated to put on than a full, traditional kimono.

The material was soft and light, perfect for the warmer weather and well ventilated. Pulling on the shorts, they offered a wide range of movement should the need arise but he hoped that wouldn’t be the case. Pulling on a simple white singlet, he slipped into the surcoat and pulled the shorter side across his body before overlapping it with the longer one. On the side there was a loop with two loose ties to tie everything together, and Jaune quickly made a neat knot.

Standing in front of the mirror, he gave himself a once over.

He’d never worn anything like this before but it was pretty comfortable. He’d known that Blake was a fan of Mistralian garments but was this something the faunus of Menagerie had incorporated into their own culture? Mistral was the closest of the four kingdoms in distance, and Jaune knew many faunus had lived on Anima in the past. Still did, in fact – the southern shore held permanent settlements, the only ones outside of Menagerie that were under its sphere of control.

There was a knock on his door and he went to answer it.

“Oh, I knew that would look good on you,” Kali Belladonna cooed as she looked him up and down, her hands brushing across his shoulders and down his chest, picking off any lint that she found. “The color matches your eyes. How does it feel?”

“It feels good,” he flapped his arms up and down. “It’s very comfortable.”

Kali beamed. “Perfect.”

Blake’s mom was wearing her usual clothing but had chosen to throw a black and gold robe over the top, long enough that it almost brushed against the floor. It gave her a very regal appearance and he was reminded then that she was the wife of the man who led this nation.

“Come, come – the girls are almost ready.”

They gathered in the dining room and it wasn’t long before Blake and Weiss arrived, and Jaune promptly lost any air he had in his lungs.

They were both dressed in kimono, their slender, fit bodies hidden beneath several layers of cloth but they looked no worse for it. Jaune stared as they approached, eyes darting from one to the other, drinking them in like a man overwhelmed by thirst.

Blake’s kimono was jet black with golden flowers embroidered throughout, the thick belt a deep purple. Much like the photo he had seen from a younger Blake, her long hair was pulled up in a tight bun, two golden sticks thread through in a cross, ornaments dangling from the end; a bell, as well as her personal Huntress symbol. Her human ears were once again adorned with golden dangle earrings, while her gorgeous eyes were shrouded in purple eye shadow. Her lips glistened a gentle pink, her high cheeks lightly dusted with rouge. Her fingernails were painted a glossy black, completing the overall look.

“Oh,” he managed.

In opposition to Blake, Weiss was dressed in a combination of very light blue’s and purest white. White snowflakes embroidered on what looked like a canvas of sky, the thick belt around her slim waist matching in color and pattern, though adorned with a slender rope with tassels at the end. Her ridiculously long hair was pulled up in a bun like Blake’s with what appeared like two shards of ice threaded through – but in reality were frosted glass – to keep everything in place. Unlike Blake, her ears were free of jewelry. A very light application of blue eye shadow in combination with deep eyeliner made her crystal eyes pop, her lips moist with a darker shade of lipstick.

They were... magnificent.

One looked dark and sultry, while the other appeared almost otherworldly; a phantom, a spirit of air.

When he didn’t say anything, Blake and Weiss shared an amused look.

“I think we broke him,” Blake joked.

“Men,” Weiss rolled her eyes, a pretty smile only making her look even more dazzling. When Blake smiled, he was blinded. “Hopeless, I swear.”

Kali giggled.

“Jaune, dear – you are staring.”

He cleared his throat, hastily regaining his composure. “Right, sorry. You two look... good.”

Weiss arched an eyebrow. “Just good?”

“Amazing,” he offered. “Beautiful.”

Blake beamed at him.

Ren arrived next, wearing a similar outfit to Jaune, though his was black with a small highlight of pink that matched his hair. He paused when he caught sight of Blake and Weiss, eyes widening slightly in shock.

Even someone as stoic as Ren couldn’t help but be mesmerized.

As they stepped out, Jaune saw that the sky was beginning to darken as evening fell. Even from where they were, he could hear that the festival was already starting, the sound of music carrying throughout the settlement.

“My husband will meet us there,” Kali said. “Ghira has a few last minute errands to take care of.”

Decorations lined the path as they slowly made their way down the main avenue; lanterns, streamers, handmade effigies of the God of Animals, the shapeshifting faunus deity of lore. Even more stalls had been erected and the first thing Jaune noticed after the music was the mouthwatering scent of food.

People were dancing in the street as children ran around in droves. Many of the instruments being played were unfamiliar to him, creating unique sounds that were foreign but pleasing to the ear. Laughter and cheer surrounded them on all sides, and it was infectious.

Faunus had gathered not just from all over Kuo Kuana but from across all of Menagerie. While this was the biggest settlement by far, it was far from the only one. Many smaller villages and towns dotted the coastline, sustained by fishing and hunting, and all had made the trip to the capital for this occasion.

As expected, they garnered their fair share of whispers and stares. It was impossible not to. And it wasn’t just because there were human’s among them, and one just happened to be the daughter of the owner of the Schnee Dust Company.

It was the unrivaled beauty of Blake and Weiss that drew the most attention, the eyes of men and women drawn one and the same. They both moved with graceful steps, laughing together as they inspected the wares at one of the booths, small bags fashioned from woven flax. They were a bewitching sight, the pair of them together.

It took Jaune a moment to realize that they weren’t the only ones garnering looks. Nearby, there was a group of young women eyeing Ren like they were on a hunt and he was the prey. Smiling, he was taken aback when he saw that a few were shooting looks his way, quickly averting their eyes when they realized he had spotted them looking.

He wasn’t used to girls looking at him that way. Well, he hadn’t been until very recently.

It was very flattering.

Suddenly Blake and Weiss were by his side.

“Oh,” he exclaimed. “Did you buy anything?”

“Oh, he says,” Blake muttered, shaking her head.

Weiss was staring off into the crowd; specifically, right at the women that had been looking his way. Most of them shied away but there were a couple that were bold enough to return Weiss’ stare.

“What are you doing?” Jaune asked, amused.

“They were looking at what doesn’t belong to them,” Weiss grunted, definitely not amused.

Jaune blinked. Wait a minute... was she jealous because a few women were paying him attention?

Looking around, he saw that Kali and Ren had moved on a little, inspecting some baubles at a nearby stall. Leaning in, he said, “If I got mad at everyone staring at you, I’d have to fight the entire island.”

Weiss scoffed but had no retort.

“Blake, talk some sense into her.”

“Let her assert dominance.”

It appeared that sense was in short supply right now.

Jaune shook his head, smiling.

“How about we go get something to eat?”

That seemed to do the trick. Weiss perked up, turning away from her staring contest.

“Blake,” the heiress said seriously. “It is your job to guide us through the food culture of your people.”

Jaune thought that after being stranded on an island for over a week, he would be sick of seafood but he was wrong. Maybe it was because this seafood was prepared properly and they weren’t just eating it raw, but when they approached their first food stall and he saw the marinated octopus and baked fish in a light cream sauce, his mouth began to water.

Seafood wasn’t the only food available, though. Even if it was the most numerous. Menagerie had a healthy population of wild boar and so there were plenty of pork dishes. Everything from grilled skewers to roasted rump to stir fried dishes with an assortment of vegetables. There was spiced chicken, as well, dripping with a wide variety of sauces. Curried duck. Noodles with your choice of meat.

There was so much to choose from, Jaune didn’t know where to begin.

They tried the octopus first. The flesh was soft with just a small hint of chew, the marinade holding a fresh citrus tang that was very pleasing on his tongue. Weiss made a sound of delight as she swallowed, doing her best to maintain an air of class as she hastily reached for more. They also sampled the baked fish before moving on to the booth selling the spiced chicken.

Jaune was a fan. In particular, the plum sauce paired well with the spices coating the chicken, the wings meaty, juicy and thick. Licking his fingers clean, he watched as Blake selected the honey based sauce, and waited until her guard was down before pilfering a piece for himself.

“Hey,” she complained, swatting at him. “Those are mine, get your own.”

Weiss stole another of Blake’s wings while she wasn’t looking, causing Jaune to laugh.

“Fine,” Blake then stole from his plate, and from Weiss.

They then tried the noodles with wild pork. The meat had a very powerful flavor to it but it wasn’t overpowering or unpleasant, melting in their mouths as they devoured their bowls with gusto.

What came after dinner? Desert, or course.

They each purchased a crepe filled to the brim with fruit, whipped cream and a scoop of creamy, ice cold ice cream drizzled in chocolate sauce. They devoured their treats happily, walking down the lane towards the sea where a floating stage had been set up. A group was reenacting old folk tales, dressed in costumes with an old man narrating in a loud, booming voice. Some of them were tales Jaune had heard before; the story of the Seasons, the Warrior in the Woods, the Hunter’s Children, the Gift of the Moon and even a shortened version of the Girl Who Fell Through the World. That one in particular garnered applause, especially from Weiss and Blake who seemed enamored by the Rusted Knight character.

“Isn’t he so heroic?” Weiss sighed while Blake nodded in agreement, eyes filled with glee.

“If only more people were like him, then maybe the world would be in a much better place.”

Should he feel jealous that his girlfriends were so taken by a fictional character? He had some serious competition on his hands.

“He isn’t that great,” Jaune grumbled.

He was. Jaune was a big fan but he wasn’t about to admit that when they were gushing over him like they were.

Weiss reached up and patted him on the head, as if he were an unruly child begging for attention. Jaune crossed his arms and sulked when Blake followed her example, the pair pampering him but not in the way he desired.

“Not everyone can be the Rusted Knight, Jaune.” Weiss cooed sweetly.

“Unfortunately,” Blake muttered, and then they both erupted into a series of giggles at the disgruntled expression that crossed his face.

“You guys suck,” he said.

There were also many tales he had never heard before, ones that were faunus in origin. The Shallow Sea was a creation myth that featured the God of Animals, and the Human and the Fawn was a tale of cooperation, unity and love between the two species.

Jaune couldn’t help but wonder how many of these old stories had some truth to them, handed down through oral tradition because they had once been known to be true. He knew that the Maiden’s existed, that the story of the Seasons could be considered real in some aspects. What if the Brother God’s actually existed? Or the God of Animals, for instance? What if a girl actually fell through the world and found an entirely new land filled with fantastical beings, one of which was the Rusted Knight?

If magic existed and the Maiden’s walked Remnant, why not these other things? It was food for thought.

Fireworks sat primed and ready, and as the sky darkened completely – it was time to let them loose.

Ren and Kali rejoined them, and they watched as Ghira took his place on stage. After a short speech highlighting the highs and lows of the previous year, the sky was filled with color, each whistle and booming blast dazzling onlookers.

“Enjoying yourselves?” Ghira asked as he approached, shooting his wife and daughter a fond look.

“Ren has been a darling and has kept me company while my errant husband has had much more important things to deal with,” Kali teased.

Ghira frowned at Ren before grunting.

“And you three?” he directed at them, a suspicious eye lingering on Jaune.

“It’s been great,” Jaune grinned widely, no time for caution. “The food is amazing. I enjoyed the plays, as well.”

“The Rusted Knight,” Blake and Weiss both cooed, and then laughed together as he rolled his eyes.

“What?” Ghira looked between the two girls, confused.

“The Rusted Knight, honey,” Kali smirked. “Don’t you remember? He was Blake’s very first crush. Remember when we caught her trying to kiss her copy of The Girl Who Fell Through—”

“Mom~!” Blake shrieked in horror. Weiss threw her head back and started laughing hysterically, her beautiful voice carrying above the cheers of the crowd.

Ren snorted unabashedly, covering his face.

Maybe he really did have some serious competition.

That didn’t stop him from laughing, though. Blake always did have a very healthy relationship with books. Now he couldn’t help but wonder what she did with the ones she read these days. Ninjas of Love was surely getting some heavy action.

The fireworks continued for some time. Ghira and Kali peeled off to entertain some prominent locals, leaving the four of them to wander around. It didn’t take Ren long to read the room as Weiss and Blake became increasingly handsy, touching Jaune whenever they could. Their playful looks quickly became heated, and when Blake began to suck on a chocolate coated banana, he picked his moment.

“I’m going to check out the stall over there,” he pointed randomly. Jaune turned and followed, and saw that they were selling comics.

Ren didn’t read comics.

“What?”

Ren quickly jabbed him in the ribs.

“Ow, hey...?”

Leaning in, Ren whispered, “I think your attention is needed elsewhere tonight.”

Catching on, he shot a quick glance at his girlfriends. “Um – right.”

He felt bad though and it must have shown on his face.

“No one likes being a third wheel,” Ren paused, squinting. “Uh – fourth wheel? ...You know what I mean.”

Jaune chuckled. Yeah, he understood. “Thanks, man.”

Ren waved and walked off, swallowed by the crowd.

“Where is Ren going?” Blake asked, noticing his exit.

“He said he wanted to give us some alone time,” Jaune said.

He watched as Weiss bit her lip, worrying the flesh between white teeth. Blake looked him up and down, those expressive amber eyes darkening. Jaune felt his heart rate speed up, anticipation flooding his system with a shot of adrenaline.

“Come on,” Blake grabbed his hand and pulled him along, uncaring of who saw.

Weiss grabbed his other hand, and the pair pulled him down the street. The deeper they moved into the village, the thinner the crowds became until they arrived at the Belladonna house.

“My parents will be busy for most of the night,” Blake rushed out breathlessly, her fingers tightening around his hand eagerly. “We won’t be disturbed.”

A small voice said they shouldn’t do it anyway, that it was risky and disrespectful but it was quickly buried under his mounting lust. Their wooden sandals clacked against the wooden floors, and it felt like it took an age before they arrived at their destination.

Blake’s room.

The door shutting behind him was soft but it might as well have been a gunshot. Mouth dry, he let the girls pull him over to the bed. Blake’s room was much like the guest room he was staying in, though there were hints of her personality found within. There were no posters of boy bands or famous celebrities, but there was a bookcase stuffed to the brim with books. On the bedside dresser, there were some picture frames containing old photos from when she was a child. A family shot with her parents, a photo of her on the beach holding up a fish and a few others with people Jaune didn’t know, children around her age; old friends?

Weiss whispered something in Blake’s ear, her kitty ears twitching and perking up as she nodded. They both giggled and pushed him onto the bed so he was sitting on the edge, the pair standing over him with predatory smiles.

His cock swelled rapidly, half-bricked in an instant.

“Sit right there and enjoy yourself,” Weiss commanded, stepping back. Blake followed her until they were facing each other, sexy smirks adorning their beautiful faces. “We’re going to put on a little show for you since you’ve been such a good boy.”

“He deserves a reward for all of his restraint,” Blake agreed, eyes flicking down Weiss’ body. “So let’s give it to him.”

Blake couldn’t remember the last time she had ever felt so happy. That wasn’t to say she had been miserable all these years but the specter of her past had always loomed over her, in particular her situation with her parents. They had parted on bad terms and even after finding a place to belong at Beacon with friends who cared for her and wished to see her succeed, even with her shady dealings in the White Fang, that had been the one blot. The distance with her family, those angrily said words that had driven a stake between them.

She’d been so scared coming back here but she’d been determined. She couldn’t keep running from things. This was something her friends had shown her, time and again. Running only put it off. It didn’t fix it. It would only make it harder in the end, letting things fester and stretch, year after year. Jaune had been right.

Of course he had been right.

Her father loved her. Her mother loved her.

They were happy to have her home.

How could she have ever doubted it?

Seeing them again, holding them, talking to them, feeling and basking in their love... it had mended the last wound on her heart. They may have arrived by unconventional means but they finally got here, and these last couple of days being home on Menagerie with Weiss and Jaune and Ren... she hadn’t been miserable before, but she hadn’t been complete.

Now she was.

And a big part of that was sitting right in front of her.

Gods above, it had been so hard not to touch Jaune, taste him, fuck him. The island had spoiled her. It had spoiled all of them. The freedom to do what they wanted, when they wanted, free from the judgment of other people. She understood now why Weiss had unraveled so completely, reveling in the feeling.

But there was only so much she could endure. The house was empty, they were alone. She wouldn’t hold back, not any more. Weiss had told her to be honest with herself, to not bottle up these feelings and so she was going to let them out. Stolen kisses were no longer enough for her.

Blake began pawing at Weiss’ kimono, hands sliding around her slender waist to pull and tug at the obi keeping everything secure. Weiss laughed breathlessly, so beautiful and charming, captivating in her overwhelming beauty. Jaune wasn’t the only one she had difficulty restraining herself from. Both of them inflamed her, and watching them interact with her family and endear themselves to her mother and father, endear themselves to the other residents of Menagerie, her people... it did something to her.

When the obi unraveled and fell to the floor, her kimono loosened, the folds of cloth opening up. Jaune watched with eager eyes as Blake undressed Weiss one piece at a time, removing the outer layer, the pretty sky blue fabric sliding to the floor and pooling around her feet. A healthy flush rose and settled upon Weiss’ cheeks, her lovely skin pinkened by desire.

The inner robe was next, falling away from her petite frame and Jaune felt his cock stiffen as he realized she was wearing no underwear, her sublime body on full display. Her toned muscles, the swell of her hips, the narrow dip of her waist, her perky breasts, small but plump with tiny pink, upturned nipples. He had an unabashed view of her side profile and he saw the way her pubic bone curved out from her body, her mons smooth and hairless before curving back in between her thighs, her sweet, tight pussy hidden from view. Her sculpted ass, plump and firm, calling for his hands to seize it and squeeze.

She was a work of art.

Weiss shivered as she felt their eyes roam across her body, devouring her with nothing but sight. She preened beneath their attention, her belly tightening pleasurably before reaching out and grabbing at Blake’s belt, tugging at it.

“Your turn,” she said darkly, voice dripping with lust.

First came the belt, and then the beautiful outer robe. The pristine white inner robe was all that remained and Weiss could already see the swell of Blake’s cleavage, her puffy nipples hard and poking through the material. Slipping her hands in, she caressed Blake’s smooth, supple skin as she forced the last piece of clothing away, revealing her lovely body.

Plump tits capped with puffy, creamy nipples, youthful sag only giving the underside an even more full look. Blake’s tummy was flat and toned, her thighs muscled, legs long and slender. Weiss let her eyes dip between her legs and she couldn’t help the sound of surprise that escaped her, seeing the smooth, hairless mound that greeted her.

“You shaved,” she teased.

Blake flushed. “Of course I did.”

Jaune greedily drank in Blake’s body, her ridiculously full ass, her trim stomach and full breasts. Her mons didn’t protrude as much as Weiss’ did but he could see the proof that Weiss had vocalized. The short hairs he had so grown accustomed to were gone, leaving behind nothing but smooth, soft skin.

Kicking off their wooden sandals, they were completely naked, their hair still done up in buns, looking like a pair of goddesses come to life; one dark, one light. By now, his cock was at full mast, straining against the material of his underwear and shorts. Standing, he went to remove his clothes when they pinned him with a look that stopped him dead in his tracks.

“That is our job,” Weiss cooed.

“Allow us,” Blake purred.

They both approached, hips swaying. Grabbing his hands, they played with his fingers, peering up at him with molten eyes. Stroking his forearms, they squeezed and kneaded his muscles, fingers trailing up to his biceps.

“Mm, so strong,” Weiss said, eyes fluttering.

“Let us take care of you,” Blake reached for the ties keeping his coat secure, deft fingers plucking them apart with ease. Weiss grabbed at his shorts, tugging them down with little fanfare.

Blake opened his jacket and pushed it over his shoulders. They were both so close now that he could smell them, a mixture of floral and vanilla, and something spicy. Jaune inhaled deeply, the scent going straight to his brain, his blood roaring through his veins. Left in nothing but his underwear and singlet, they admired the lean cut of his body.

“You used to just walk around with no shirt on, teasing us, driving us crazy,” Blake tugged the hem of his singlet up, revealing his abs. He was still tanned from all the sun, his skin a nice, healthy bronze. “I’ve missed it.”

“We need our fill,” Weiss agreed, palming his dick through his boxer-briefs. His cock flexed, a groan of appreciation escaping him. Slender fingers wrapped around his thick shaft, giving it a delicious squeeze.

“Arms up,” Blake ordered sexily and Jaune complied, letting her pull his top off. Then her mouth was on his chest, hot and wet, her tongue licking his skin as her lips sucked at him messily, scorching a trail wherever she went.

“Greedy,” Weiss sang, and her icy eyes latched onto his own. Jaune couldn’t look away as her nails raked across his stomach, his abs twitching as fingers dipped beneath the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down.

His cock sprung free, heavy and fat, and Weiss grabbed it.

“Oh~!” she exclaimed, squeezing him firmly. “I forgot how hot and heavy it is,” she gave it a little shake, cupping him on the underside. The way she was holding him meant that the majority of his length was resting against her forearm. It really gave a visual sign of just how thick and long he was. “Mm, I didn’t forget how big it was, though.”

Jaune sighed as Blake latched onto one of his nipples, her teeth lightly worked the crinkled flesh before she soothed it with her rolling tongue, her hands settling on his side and stomach. Jaune let one of his hands fall to her waist, marveling at the softness of her skin, the elasticity of her youthful body as he gripped her firmly, tugging on a handful of her flesh.

“Mmmh~!” she moaned, squirming, panting against his chest.

Weiss felt the bulging veins on his shaft pulse against her sensitive palm, cooing sweetly as she began to pump him up and down. Sticky pre-cum oozed from the tip, wetting the head as she increased her grip, using both of her hands to jerk off his massive dick. While the lower hand moved down towards the base, the other moved up, almost like she was stretching him out. Rubbing her thumb against the underside of his glans, Jaune groaned as his crown swelled at the intense pleasure.

“Does this feel good?” she asked, feeling excited. Her core throbbed every time his cock tensed, her pussy rapidly dampening with her arousal.

“It feels amazing,” her hands were so soft and warm, and when she tightened her hold just under the ridge of his cock head and wrung him out, twisting her fist, he threw his head back. “Fuck, Weiss.”

Blake slowly began working her way down his torso, licking and kissing everywhere she could reach. Lowering herself down to her knees, she traced his rippling abs with her tongue, brain sluggish as she sampled his taste. The musk of his skin, dappled with a light sweat – she trembled, her thighs weak as something slick and hot leaked from her core.

Jaune hissed when she bit his hip, her teeth sinking in roughly before she soothed the hurt with her tongue, kissing it better. Weiss pumped his cock faster, palm now slick with his pre-ejaculate. The friction smoothed out, the pleasure climbing. He could feel Blake’s panting breath gusting against his balls as she moved lower still, nipping his thigh.

“Look at her,” Weiss grinned naughtily, her small tits jiggling from her efforts. Her cheeks were flushed with desire, her eyes bright with want. “She wants to taste you.”

“Get down here,” Blake said between kisses, lips smacking wetly. “We can eat him together.”

“Oh,” Weiss giggled as his cock flexed in excitement. “He liked that. Is that what you want, Jaune? Do you want us to suck your cock together?”

It was. He wanted those pretty lips sealed around his shaft. He wanted to watch them make out with his cock wedged between their tongues, feeling them suck and slurp around his glans. What straight, hot blooded man wouldn’t want his girlfriends to service him together?

She didn’t wait for a response, getting down on her knees beside Blake. They both peered up at him with upturned eyes, amber and blue, and the sight of those lustful looks, their beauty, their magnificent bodies below him was just too much.

Jaune pressed his hips forward, his dick jutting against Weiss’ cheek, smearing pre-cum across her face. She arched an eyebrow at him before nuzzling it, swiping the side with her tongue quickly before nudging it Blake’s way. Blake moaned as she let it flop over her face, inhaling deeply, her nose pressed against his shaft so she could smell as much as she could. Burying her face against the base, she breathed him in, exhaling in a stutter as her body shivered.

“You smell sooo good,” Blake whined.

Weiss grabbed him by the base and smacked it across Blake’s face, laughing at the meaty thwack. She then pulled it her way, resting the mushroom tip on her forehead, eyes crossing as she tried to keep it all within sight. It felt so powerful and strong, filled with vigor. This was the cock that plundered her poor little pussy and filled her up, trying to breed her. She hadn’t tested herself yet – she knew she should have, it was irresponsible not to do so.

But if she was pregnant...

Her crotch tightened pleasantly, a hot flush crossing her chest. Kissing the fat root, she licked her way up the curve of his shaft before latching onto the underside of his glans, slurping messily as her tongue writhed. Not to be left behind, Blake leaned in and began licking and kissing the very tip, the pleasure sharp.

His balls tightened in ecstasy.

“Fuck,” he caressed their faces, tickling their ears. Blake squirmed as he rubbed her cat ears, taking one between his fingers and stroking it firmly.

“Ahn~!” she cried out before forcefully butting in and sucking his cock into her molten mouth.

“Hey~!” Weiss complained, pinching one of Blake’s plump tits. “Don’t be so greedy.”

Blake moaned around Jaune’s thick meat, bobbing her head rapidly as Weiss assaulted her sensitive nipples. Lips sealed tightly around his shaft, her mouth stretched every time she pulled back, glassy eyes locked on Jaune as she sucked him off. The taste of his pre-cum seeped into her mouth, salty and thick, consuming her. She wanted more, her tongue swirling frantically, doing its best to pleasure him. All she could think about was being a good little kitty for him, his fingers on her ears and Weiss’ fingers on her tit rendering her nothing more than a cock sucking slut.

Jaune groaned as she sunk deeper, the tip teasing her throat before suddenly, she popped off his dick, Weiss having pulled her off.

“My turn,” the heiress declared before slurping him between her soft, plush lips. Weiss had a smaller mouth, just as her pussy was more narrow and tight, squeezing him as she sunk down until he breached her throat. Then she pulled up, lashing the head with vigorous swipes before deepthroating him again.

“No,” Blake pawed at Weiss’ body, grabbing her wonderful ass and squeezing, cupping one of her tiny breasts and mauling it aggressively. “That’s mine.”

Weiss pulled off him with a sharp pop, the sudden loss of vacuum causing his dick to flex. Coated in a mixture of their saliva, his dick glistened, flushed red with arousal. It bobbed between them as Weiss leaned over and seized Blake’s lips, kissing her passionately.

Blake squeaked, a slender hand falling to her belly and then lower. Weiss parted Blake’s sodden petals and stroked her slit, gathering her wetness before caressing her stiffening clit. The cat girl sobbed into her teammate’s mouth, nails digging into Weiss’ butt until red welts raised on her skin.

“We share,” Weiss murmured between kisses, biting Blake’s lips until they were red and swollen. “Help me.”

Watching them make out and touch one another was so damn sexy, especially since they were fighting over who got to suck his dick. Cowed into submission, Blake followed Weiss’ lead as they returned to their prize, their tongues flicking at his crown together.

Weiss wrapped her fingers around his shaft, pumping him firmly as they licked at him like a lollipop, a dual assault. Their tongues fluttered over him, unpredictable, the pleasure skittering down his length and pooling heavily in his balls. He couldn’t get used to the feeling, attacking different areas of his glans, his body tensing. Weiss focused on the underside and around the curve of his sensitive head, flicking under the ridge and around the sides. Blake attacked the very tip and the top, rolling her tongue, attempting to pry open the leaking slit on the very end.

Plump lips occasionally puckered and sucked at him, making out with his dick messily, smearing their lips with his leakage and their saliva. Then they would kiss around him, sharing the taste between them. Weiss’ fist never faltered, jerking him off as they swapped spit around his flaring crown, sucking and tugging on him, sharing him.

“Okay,” Weiss said breathlessly, drunk with desire. “Now you can deepthroat him.”

Eagerly, Blake pounced, slurping him into her mouth and taking him all the way. Jaune threw his hips forward, grunting as his pelvis pressed against her lips, his cock buried all the way down her throat. Her neck bulged obscenely as she swallowed around him, almost choking before hastily pulling off him with a wet hack.

Weiss then replaced her, sinking down on his poll until her lips were spread wide around the base of his dick. Her tongue convulsed along the underside, her eyes rolling as she gagged on his length, the tightness of her throat exquisite before she pulled off him.

They alternated like this, saliva dripping down his balls as they each gagged themselves on his cock, taking him as deep as they could. Tension formed deep in his belly, a tight knot that continued to build, his balls churning with a desire to unload, his cum bubbling up. But as good as it would feel to blast down their throats, he wasn’t ready to nut yet.

He wanted more. He wanted so much more.

The next time Weiss pulled off his cock, leaving it soaked in her saliva, he bent down and grabbed her under her arms. She yelped in surprise as he picked her up effortlessly, her svelte body fitting against his chest perfectly.

“Huh?” she said, eyes wide before he tossed her unceremoniously onto Blake’s bed. “W-What?”

Blake was already trying to gobble his dick back up when he stopped her, picking her up just as easily. She felt her stomach swoop, her melting pussy spasming at the feeling of his strength, manhandling her with ease. He was so firm and sturdy, those strong arms flexing.

He tossed her beside Weiss and he admired their fit, athletic bodies; the bodies of Huntresses, strong and able. Palming his cock, he stroked it a few times before letting it dangle between his legs.

“My turn,” he growled.

He could see their glistening slits, puffy labia engorged with blood. He grabbed Blake’s thighs and pried her legs apart, her face crumpling as he leaned down and buried his face between them. His hot breath gusted across her pussy, her clit itching fiercely. Opening his mouth, he kissed her weeping hole directly, peeling open her plump lips and inner labia, her musk flooding his senses.

“Ahh~!” she called out, back arching as she thrust her tits up into the air. “Mmm-oh~!”

His mouth felt heavy as he collected her discharge, slurping as he licked into her tunnel. His nose brushed her sensitive pearl and she howled, thighs threatening to collapse around his head. Jaune groaned with want as he licked, his tongue wiggling up inside her, chasing that heady taste.

Blake panted furiously as her tender insides clenched, her womb burning furiously. His hot mouth felt like a brand against her, burning her quim as he drank deeply of her essence, his tongue licking around her entrance and stroking the shallow folds within. Deft fingers plucked at her nipples and she crooned at the mixture of pain and pleasure, eyes rolling as Weiss abused her chest.

“Lucky,” Weiss complained before throwing her leg across Blake’s face until her sodden snatch hung above her face. Blake stared up at Weiss’ pretty pink slit, trapped between her slender thighs, the humid air intoxicating. “You have to let me sit on your face as payment.”

Tilting her pelvis, Weiss lowered her pussy until it pressed against Blake’s face. Blake gasped as Jaune shook his head side-to-side, sucking at her powerfully, the suction felt deep in her gut. Weiss mewled as she grinded her wet pussy across Blake’s nose and lips, swiveling her hips in a small circle.

“Come on,” Weiss urged. “Make me feel good.”

As Jaune feasted on Blake’s delightful cunt, he peered up along the plains of her body, the swell of her mons and her plump tits and saw what Weiss had done. He groaned deeply, the vibrations shaking something loose inside Blake’s belly, a rush of arousal gushing onto his tongue. Weiss looked magnificent, sitting on Blake’s face as if it were a throne, her cute little lips spread as she humped back and forth, her toned muscles stretching and rolling. Bending down, she continued to abuse Blake’s tender nipples, pinching them roughly as she lengthened the roll of her hips until she was dragging her quim from Blake’s forehead to the point of her chin.

Holy fucking shit, Jaune thought deliriously, grinding his erection against the bed, his cock throbbing wildly.

Blake could barely breathe, her face being used by Weiss to pleasure herself, her lower half on fire, melting beneath Jaune’s attention. Her tits throbbed as Weiss tugged on her nipples viciously, the rough treatment making her feel achy, deep inside her uterus. Sticking out her tongue, she lapped desperately at Weiss’ drenched pussy, slurping up her musk and loving it.

She didn’t care if her friend was using her like a toy. It was turning her on beyond belief, and with Jaune’s expert tongue drawing forth such ecstasy between her thighs, she could already feel her inner walls twitching and fluttering, her tummy tightening in preparation.

Higher and higher she soared, chasing her end, her feet arching and toes spreading as he slurped up and began sucking on her clitoris directly. Lighting raced up her spine, her heart jackhammering against her rib cage and just when she felt like she would tip over the edge into oblivion, he pecked her on the clitoral hood and leaned back.

“Noooo,” she moaned piteously, her hips jerking in search of his mouth. “Jaune-no~!”

He bit her inner thigh and she sobbed, gasping as Weiss smothered her mouth with her slit.

“You’re evil,” Weiss complimented him, biting her lip as she released Blake’s tits and began teasing her own smaller breasts. “Aren’t you going to make her cum?”

“Not with this,” he tapped his mouth, crawling up until they were face to face. He cupped Weiss’ jaw and kissed her, the heiress moaning in bliss as Blake’s sodden musk filled her mouth. Their tongues twirled together for a moment before Jaune pulled back, giving her a dark smile. Grabbing his member, he shook it, smacking it against Blake’s belly and her engorged lower lips, smack, smack, smack, each impact rippling her tender flesh. “I’m going to make her cum with this.”

“Lucky bitch,” Weiss punctuated this by clamping her thighs around Blake’s head and grinding heavily, gasping as her clit was stimulated by Blake’s flailing tongue. “Go on, then. Fuck her until she can’t speak.”

Blake cried out as she felt the broad tip of Jaune’s cock swipe up and down her pussy before pressing into her, stretching her entrance wide. Muffled by Weiss’ cunt, she trembled with desire as she felt his thick, fat dick spear into her, cleaving her clutching walls apart. He was so long and hard and hot, his shape perfect. His glans raked across her g-spot and she saw stars, heaving and gasping for breath as he paused, jabbing at her sweet spot with small, precise movements of his hips before sinking deeper.

When he settled against her needy womb, the tip docked seamlessly with her cervix, her stomach cramped, her insides coiling around his shaft. Panting roughly, her whole body spasmed as he put pressure on her deepest spot, threatening the sanctity of her uterus.

“Ahhhn~!” she squealed, feet kicking out behind him. “So deep~!”

Jaune basked in her heat, and the way her vagina throbbed around his cock, her velvety walls embracing him in a wet, warm hug. Sliding back, he thrust back in and groaned, her plump folds tugging on his crown. Looking down, a couple inches of cock remained, her stuffed pussy overfilled, her fat labia stretched around the base. As he moved, her lips dragged wetly, almost like he was pulling her pussy inside out and whenever his rugged crown brushed over her g-spot, her pussy would convulse in rapture.

That ball of ecstasy tightened further, prodded by his steel hard cock. Blake felt like she would unravel every time he bottomed out in her shallow pussy, the pleasure skyrocketing. Weiss squeezed her breasts and pulled on them, and when Jaune slipped his arms beneath her back and angled her pelvis just right, she screamed as he began to glide into her with smooth, gut wrenching shots.

Jaune could tell she was close already, her cunt tightening around him in that familiar sign he had grown so used to. He continued his steady tempo, setting a smooth, unrelenting rhythm, watching as her skin beaded with sweat, her trim belly contracting every time he thrust deep. It didn’t take long until a thick froth formed around the seal where her pussy clutched desperately at his girth, her juices churned into fuck butter.

Blake’s tongue had become useless as she mewled and cried, though Weiss was no longer concerned with her own pleasure. She watched with dark eyes as Jaune fucked himself into Blake, reaching down to stroke her pussy and gather the thick syrup she had spread over Blake’s face. Fingers sufficiently wet, she reached forward and stroked the pearl atop the apex of Blake’s quim.

“Hnnng~! N-No~!” Blake screamed, body contorting as she felt Weiss’ slender digits assault her bundle of nerves. When she pinched it between finger and thumb, rolling it, Blake thought her heart would burst from how hard it slammed into her ribcage. “Nnnnnnnnggg—mmm’cumnming~!”

“Oh fuck, Weiss,” Jaune huffed. “When you started playing with her clit, her pussy started spasming out of control.”

One, two, three more thrusts and then she was milking him furiously, her cries incoherent as that tight knot in her belly ruptured, heat flooding through her body, her hips melting as she jerked uncontrollably.

Was there any better feeling than fucking an orgasming pussy? If there was, Jaune had never experienced it.

Gritting his teeth, he maintained his steady thrusts, watching with lustful eyes as Weiss continued to strum Blake’s clit as she shattered beneath them. Her plush, sticky folds pulsed and squeezed him, attempting to wring him dry, his balls lifting happily at the prospect.

But he held back.

Not yet, he thought, consumed with the thought of more.

He fucked her until she flopped, boneless, her voice raw as she whimpered in defeat. Weiss peeled her crotch off Blake’s face, revealing her fuck drunk expression, her skin drenched in Weiss’ vaginal discharge. Giving one last push deep into her trembling snatch, grinding roughly on her cervix, he pulled out of her wonderful cunt.

His cock pulsed angrily, red raw. It flexed in displeasure, a fat bead of pre-cum oozing from the tip and dangling from the end. Weiss hummed happily as she crawled over and sealed her lips around his glans, sucking eagerly as he groaned. The mixture of Blake’s musk and Jaune’s salty pre-ejaculate rendered her unable to think, her mouth slurping for more.

“Not your mouth,” Jaune hissed, pulling free of her greedy lips with a pop. Weiss pouted up at him. “I want to fuck you.”

Weiss straightened up, giving her little tits a shake. “How do you want me?”

Having Weiss Schnee kneeling on the bed before him, her inner thighs a mess with her arousal, her tight pussy lips flushed red with blood – she was a vision of delight, of sexuality and desire. Jaune grabbed her hips, pulling her body into him, grinding the underside of his cock along her belly.

“I want you to sit on me,” he said, dragging her over to the side of the bed. He sat there, feet on the floor and pulled her onto his lap, her thighs spread around his waist. “Like this. I want you to fuck yourself on me.”

Weiss panted in excitement, her nipples stinging from how hard they had tightened. He lifted her up effortlessly, hands cupping her shapely butt and she reached for his cock, holding it steady as he lowered her body. She crooned sweetly as he penetrated her, impaling her on his peerless dick.

“Mm, fuck, you feel so good~!” she moaned as she sunk down his tool, spreading open, her inner walls tensing as he settled against her cervix. Panting at the sensation of being so full, she mewled as he removed his hands, allowing her full weight to balance on the tip of his dick. “Oh, Jaune~!”

“Come on, baby,” he urged her. “Fuck me.”

Crossing her ankles behind his back, she pressed her heels into the bed to gain leverage, her hands settling on his broad shoulders. Tensing her legs, she rolled her hips, dragging her womb across the blunt tip and whimpered, the pleasure sharp.

“Oh~!” she exclaimed, mouth falling open in bliss. “Oh~! Mmmhhnn~! Haaaaaah~! Haaaaaaaaah~! Nnnnggg~!”

Jaune watched with unrestrained desire as she rocked back and forth on him, her face twisting in pleasure. She looked so fucking sexy, every expression genuine and full of passion as she grinded her deepest part on the end of his dick. His balls churned and he knew he wouldn’t last long. Their mouths and Blake’s pussy should have already ended him, and it was sheer will that he hadn’t blown his load yet.

But with Weiss looking so delectable, fucking herself on his dick like this, he could feel that tension in his dick threatening to snap. Her tight cunt clamped around him harder and harder as she moved, her speed picking up. Winding her arms around the back of his neck, she pulled their bodies flush together, squashing her cute breasts against his chest.

Then she proceeded to ride him, throwing her hips back and forth wildly, their skin clapping loudly as she sung.

“Oh, you feel so fucking good,” she cried out, head tilted to the heavens. Her pussy writhed and squeezed, her legs tensing every time she pulled herself across his lap. “Ahhn~! Ooooooooh~! Mmm, fuck, Jaune~! Yes, yes, yes~! Haaah~! Mmmm~!”

She had a stranglehold on him, her pussy impossibly tight, her body growing taut with the effort. He palmed her ass, pinching it, slapping it, the impact only causing her tunnel to flutter and squeeze him harder. He traced her sweaty back, fingers mapping out her toned muscles, flowing down into her narrow waist and gentle hips.

A work of art.

“Mm, I’m close,” she hissed in his ear, licking at his lobe. His lap was drenched in her discharge, the strands of her arousal stretching between them as she clapped into him again and again.

“Me too,” he returned, balls lifting up until they hugged the base of his cock, aching for release. “Come on, make me cum.”

Her nails sunk into his back as she adjusted her hold, scratching him deeply as she clutched at him with her arms, her hands, her legs, her pussy. One particularly harsh roll of her hips and she sobbed, the constant grinding of his glans across her cervix just too much to bear.

“I’m gonna finish~!” she whimpered desperately. “Mmm, Jaune, I’m cumming~! OoouH~! I’m cumming~!”

Her voice was filled with delight, her snatch collapsing around him like a wet, sticky vice. Jaune muffled his own groan by biting her shoulder, hard, his teeth sinking in enough to bruise as she convulsed in his lap, her cunt erupting in a series of mind bending contractions that finished him off.

He felt his thick load rush up his shaft, his cock flexing powerfully. Docked directly with her womb, his molten seed blasted straight into her uterus, four, five, six thick, silky shots gushing into her with no regard to their future. Weiss gasped brokenly as she felt his heavy volleys thud into her deepest spot, filling her to the brim with his potent sperm. All the while, her pussy spasmed and milked him, the pleasure threatening to steal her consciousness as she twitched in his lap, speared by his virile cock.

When she finally wrung him dry, he stood up on unsteady legs, lifting her up. Weiss moaned as his load sloshed around inside her, his cock still hard and sheathed deep in her post-orgasm pussy. Turning, he lowered her to the bed and smothered her with his larger body, kissing her face tenderly.

“Fuck, that felt good,” he huffed, body tired in a way that only occurred after a good fuck.

And there was no doubt about it; Weiss and Blake were a good fuck.

But he wasn’t finished. As he continued to pepper Weiss’ face with kisses, his length remained hard as steel. If possible, instead of softening, he only seemed to swell further. Weiss whimpered as he pulled out of her vagina, her lips clutching at him greedily. Grabbing his cock, he smacked it against her swollen labia and her inner thigh, groaning as the sharp, brief pleasure that assaulted his hypersensitive glans.

“Blake,” he beckoned, and she rolled over, body stretching like a cat, lithe muscle full of grace. “Come here.”

She caught sight of his still hard shaft and began crawling over, eyes locked on his dick. Grabbing her behind the neck, he pulled her in and kissed her, tasting Weiss all over her lips and tongue. Blake trembled as he sucked on her mouth, lapping at her with long strokes of his tongue before releasing her with a wet smack.

He rolled Weiss over until she was face down, pulling on her hips and raising them up just right, her back arched perfectly, her knees spread to keep her up.

“Get on top,” he said, helping to direct Blake’s body. She mounted her teammate, bending at the waist until her recently fucked slit was positioned directly above Weiss’ butt, their pussies lined up, stacked atop one another.

“Like this?” she asked breathlessly, a tingle running up her spine as he grabbed a meaty hold of her fat ass and squeezed.

“Just like that,” he said, pulling her cheeks apart. Her wet, pink slit stretched open, drooling thick strands of arousal and his cock thumped, wanting to bury itself deep inside.

So that is exactly what it did.

Blake grunted as Jaune sheathed himself inside her, slamming into her womb in one brutal thrust. Feeling his burly cock stretching her out once again, she lost herself in the moment as he began to fuck her with long, slow, hard jabs that quickly set on the path to orgasm once more.

Jaune watched with lustful eyes, her plump lips stretched wide around his shaft. Her folds dragged wetly, clinging to him in a desperate bid to keep him inside, but it only made him want to thrust harder, thrust faster, to deny them their desire. He fucked her viciously until her voice was a constant stream bouncing off the walls and ceiling, and then he pulled out and aimed down, searching with the tip of his dick until he found what he was looking for.

Weiss moaned, her voice hitching as he thrust into until his balls rested against her burning clit.

“Ouuhh~!” she bit down on the blanket, her eyes rolling as he grinded against her uterus before pulling back. Her pussy rippled, still not recovered from her orgasm, her cunt leaking a mixture of her essence and the thick cum he had jammed deep inside. It frothed around the base of his dick as he began to fuck her in earnest, ripping pleasured cries from her throat before just like with Blake, he pulled out, only to find Blake’s pussy and fuck himself back into it.

On and on it went, alternating between their teenaged pussies, Jaune losing himself in the pleasure. The plump, sticky shallowness of Blake, her springy cervix sucking on the tip of his dick only to taste the spasming tightness of Weiss’ strangling quim, feeding her his entire length – Jaune panted as he sampled both of their bodies, comparing them, their differences only stimulating him to greater heights.

It became a blur of loud, wet claps of flesh and their crooning cries, his balls tightening to the point of pain. When Weiss spiraled into her second orgasm, he fucked her through it relentlessly, muscles bunched as he forced his hips to clap into her ass again and again, her pussy milking him to the point of climax.

When Blake’s puffy pussy collapsed around him, he was done. Grabbing her hips in a punishing hold, he pistoned into her as she shattered with a wail, his cock flexing mid-thrust and ejaculating with force. His second load was just as powerful and just as thick, blasting into her melting womb with mind bending force. Blake convulsed as she was filled up, thrashing as her mind threatened to darken, Jaune groaning loudly as he emptied his balls inside her.

When he finally finished, he collapsed atop them, his cock twitching and leaking over Weiss’ ass, utterly spent.

“Holy crap,” he panted, his balls aching from firing their load twice in quick succession. Weiss mewled in response while Blake squirmed off her and flopped onto the bed, boneless, cradling her stomach.

“So warm,” she cooed, crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together. “Mmm~!”

It was such a sexy sight that if he hadn’t just busted both his nuts, he’d have dived in for more.

So consumed in the moment, none of them noticed the door open.

“Blake, honey – I just wanted—” a familiar voice started, only to stop dead.

But it was impossible to ignore the startled shout of Kali Belladonna moments before she slammed the door closed again.