Chapter 4: Chapter-4
The sun was still over the distant horizon when Jaune's scroll alarm blared across the quiet room. It barely sounded for a couple seconds before his hand darted out and silenced it swiftly, plunging the room back into silence. Kicking off his blankets, he rolled out of bed and stretched, already wide awake. He had been for most of the night. He had gotten maybe two hours sleep, three tops, yet he was bursting with energy and excitement.
Today was his first day back on the job.
"Can I have one of those?" Nora mumbled into her pillow, the fabric wet from her drool. A quick look showed that she was still asleep, the short girl wrapped around her blanket instead of the other way around.
"Sure," he answered in amusement.
"Mm'thanks," she grunted, snuggling deeper into her sheets.
Collecting his clothes, he showered quickly and brushed his teeth. Dressing in his usual combat attire, he checked and double checked his armor and weapons. Finding everything in order, the metal polished and straps sturdy, he made his way through the quiet Atlas Academy. Not a soul stirred this early in the halls, even the professors still tucked away in their rooms. Only the kitchen staff were on duty, Jaune greeting them as he entered the mess room. Gathering some toast and pouring himself a coffee, he polished them both off in record time before making a beeline for the mission boards.
Monday morning meant one thing – escort duty. As expected, the mission was ready and waiting, requesting huntsmen to escort students to school. With the uptick in Grimm sightings within Mantle, the mission had become rather more significant than it once was and it showed. He wasn't the only one volunteering these days. Jaune remembered the first time he had been duped into taking it, feeling a little silly. Was his first official job as a huntsman really going to be babysitting a bunch of brats while his friends were clearing out abandoned Schnee facilities and exterminating nests of Grimm? Well, those brats had certainly grown on him and the thought of those kids encountering a Beowolf in the streets left a sour taste in his mouth. It was a lesson in humility he had certainly needed. Not every job as a huntsman was saving the world. He and his friends had fluked into that one.
Holding up his scroll to the holographic screen, his details were registered and the mission received. Instructions were sent to his scroll, detailing the place and time, how many children and the amount of pay for completing the assignment. There was more than one school in Mantle, yet he always seemed to get the same group. This time was no different, the familiar names and faces on the children greeting him as he scanned the information.
He caught the first airship he could down into the lower city, foot tapping a nervous beat against the metal floor. It had only been a week and yet it felt like this was his first outing again. He distracted his mind with scroll games, though soon those were forgotten as a message pinged across the screen.
It was Neon.
Rainbow Katt: Morning big guy. I might have some free time at the end of the week. What do you say to a date? Your treat, of course. ;)
He chuckled, sending back a swift reply.
Jaune Arc: Sounds great. Just let me know when and I'll make sure to keep my busy schedule open. You know how popular I am.
Jaune cringed moments after hitting the send button, already regretting his awkward attempt at a joke. Why did he always mess up like that? It had to be a skill, he was sure of it. Though he must be doing something right to be in the position he was with her. It hadn't driven her away yet since she was still messaging him on the regular. He waited, curious if she would reply but when a minute went by, then two, he gave it up and was about to continue playing his game when another message appeared.
Rainbow Katt: Sure do, babe. Here is a little something to tide you over~! <3
Jaune stared at the screen in surprise as a picture was revealed to his eyes. Neon was still clearly in bed, hunkered down under the covers. Holding her scroll above her head, she had taken a shot that captured the entire length of her slender, trim body. All he could see was skin, so much skin. Pajama top bunched above her small chest, her cute pink nipples were on display, puckered and hard with arousal. His eyes traced every detail, all the way down her lightly muscled stomach, across her stretched out ribs. But that wasn't all – her tiny shorts were down around her knees alongside her baby blue panties, revealing the smooth swell of her prominent mons, her creamy thighs spread as her other hand toyed with the hood of her clitoris.
"Fuck," he swore under his breath, swallowing thickly. Another message dinged.
Neon Katt: Wish you were here~!
"Me too," he groaned, leaning back against his seat. His pants felt a lot tighter than they had a minute ago. No one had ever sent him a nude before. He just wished she hadn't sent it right before he was about to walk a bunch of pre-teens to school. Talk about inappropriate.
This wasn't the time to get worked up.
For the rest of the trip, his scroll continued to ping but as much as he wanted to look, he held firm and kept it safely tucked away in his pocket. He had a feeling that he was going to have a lot more pictures to study when he returned to the academy. Just what poses she would be in kept him on edge the entire ride.
There was still some time before he had to make the rounds and pick up the students, so he simply wandered around the barren roads immediately surrounding the airship terminal. The heating grid was in full swing yet while it made the city livable it could never remove the chill from the air or erase the frost that clung to pipes and brick alike. Jaune spotted a group of droids further along, patrolling the streets in perfect formation and while he understood the need, it didn't sit well with him. They may have been there to protect the people but there was something decidedly grim about it.
Almost like a form of control. A projection of power. We are watching you. Always watching. They didn't even have the courtesy to do it in person but through machines.
When it was time, he made his way to the first home. It was a small apartment complex, the gate rusted and covered in icicles. Wrenching it open, it groaned in protest. Before he could step through into the courtyard, a pair of missiles slammed into his stomach, forcing a startled laugh from his lips. Two pairs of pink eyes stared up at him, latched to his torso like tiny little human shaped barnacles.
"Jaune!" the sisters exclaimed happily. Magenta and Amaranth were their names, the twins vibrating when they confirmed it was him. Their mother came bouncing down the steps, her long black hair pulled back neatly in a ponytail.
"Huntsman Jaune," she greeted, her mouth tilted in an amused smile. Her daughters got their eyes from her, though hers were a tad lighter in hue.
"Cerise," he replied, nodding. She was young, only twenty six – much younger than one would expect, being the mother of ten year old twins.
"You've been missing this past week," she said, giving him a look of concern. "Are you well?"
"Yeah, we missed you," the girls exclaimed, tugging on his arms to gain his attention. Magenta said, "You're, like, way better than that old guy who stood in for you."
"Yeah! And that white haired lady was scary," Amaranth added, pulling a face. "Even if she was super pretty."
He wasn't sure who the old guy was meant to be but that second one could have only been Weiss.
"Yeah, she can be a bit scary sometimes," Jaune agreed. "But deep down inside, she is a big soft marshmallow. You just have to crack through that hard shell first." Looking at Cerise, he answered, "I was – er, injured on my last mission. Nothing too serious," he hastily added at her panicked look. "But I required a stay at the hospital. Just in case, you know?"
Cerise didn't seem to buy it, giving him a once over, looking for something out of place. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, she gave him a stern look.
"Are you sure you should be out here?" she scolded lightly. "Maybe you should rest up some more."
He flexed his arm, lifting Amaranth into the air as he did so. She squealed in delight, laughing as she dangled from his bicep. Her sister looked on in envy, tugging his other arm. He gave in, hoisting her up into the air like her sister. Both girls giggled as he kept them suspended effortlessly, their hands gripping tightly against his iron arms.
"Trust me. I've made a full recovery."
The look on her face was intense, staring at him as if seeing something only she could see. Jaune watched as her tongue wet her lips, suddenly aware of just how beautiful she really was. Her features were sharp, her eyes curved slightly at the ends, her cheekbones high. Like most natives of Solitas, her skin was pale. With her dark black hair and light skin, her unique eyes popped like gemstones. While she wasn't huntress fit, she clearly looked after her figure. If he could only use one word to describe her, it would have to be womanly.
"Well," she said after a long moment of silence. "I'll trust you just this one time."
"Just this time?" he replied before he could help himself. "I guess I'll have to work harder then."
He had always been careful not to encourage the mothers of the children he escorted. He wasn't that dense contrary to what some of his friends might think. Several of them had been very blatant with their advances, especially the ones that gave him gifts. Casserole Mom was one that stood out in particular. While he never thought the majority of them were completely serious and treated it like a game, there were a few that he felt would take the extra step without question if given the opportunity. The single mothers without attachment, or so he hoped.
It had taken him aback, at first. Then he had grown used to it. Had even enjoyed the attention, even though he always made sure to take a step back and act professional at all times. Cerise had always been a little different in that while she was never very overt about her attentions, she had clearly flirted with him more than once. She was also the youngest of the group, the prettiest, yet somehow the most mature.
He had never flirted back before.
She seemed surprised at first, mouth dropping open. Then she grinned, her very white teeth peeking through her lips. Very kissable lips.
"I guess you will," she said lowly.
"Well, I better get going," he said, letting the twins down onto their feet.
Cerise wavered.
"Jaune," she finally said as he turned towards the gate. He paused, waiting. "I was wondering – I mean, if it isn't too much trouble, do you think I could ask for a favor?"
"Sure," he supplied easily, though he felt his heart rate speed up, curiosity roused.
"One of the pipes in the kitchen – it has sprung a leak," she explained, hands playing with the ends of her hair. She looked uncharacteristically shy. "I was going to have the caretaker look at it but I was thinking that maybe you could lend a hand. That is, if you have the time. You must be terribly busy and I wouldn't want to impose."
She was inviting him in.
"After you drop the girls off, of course," she added. "Perhaps you could swing on by and take a look? Do huntsmen do that sort of thing?"
They didn't – but he was more than willing to make an exception. He could catch criminals and slay Grimm; a leaky pipe should fall rather easily.
"I'd be glad to help," he said, giving her a smile. She smiled back, tentative at first, then more genuinely. "After I wrangle all these little monsters, I have a few hours I can spare."
"We're not monsters," Magenta piped up, offended. She was looking impatient now. "Come on, Jaune. Let's go!"
"See you soon?"
Cerise nodded happily.
"See you soon."
Soon couldn't come soon enough. After Magenta and Amaranth, there was Hunter, a young boy with rustic green hair, then Sepia, a raccoon faunus with dark circles around her eyes and a short striped tail. By the end of it there were eleven children of various ages, a chaotic mass of personalities that he steered towards their destination with all the experience and care of a seasoned big brother. They all vied for his attention, firing off questions about his whereabouts, about his job, about everything and nothing. One bold girl even asked him about any relationships, looking extraordinarily pleased when he denied their existence.
Several paces behind Jaune felt the presence of the mothers group, tailing them closely. As he ushered the children across the street, holding up traffic with a raised hand, they congregated on the curb and waved, whistled and hooted like a pack of hens. It was a routine he had sorely missed.
"Mr. Arc," the headmaster greeted as they arrived, the children waving and hollering their goodbyes as they raced across the grounds into the school building. Jaune laughed and waved back. "No problems, I gather?"
"Nah. Just the usual," he shook the man's hand. "Thankfully there were no Grimm so that is always a good day. Your teachers are going to have a handful. They seem unusually rambunctious."
The headmaster just grinned.
The walk back to Cerise's apartment felt somehow longer despite the lack of student homes he had to visit. His blood thrummed hot beneath his skin, his heart loud in his ears in anticipation. On a whim, he stopped at a nearby bakery, not wanting to turn up empty handed. Selecting two slices of strawberry cheesecake, he handled the packaging with care as he arrived at the familiar building.
That was when he encountered a problem. He had no idea which unit was hers.
"Crap," he muttered. They'd forgotten to exchange numbers and he had no idea what her last name was. Luckily, he found the name Cerise listed on the intercom. She was in unit 37.
He pressed the button.
"Ah, hey," he started awkwardly. "It's Jaune. I--"
The buzzer startled him for a moment but regaining his wits, he pulled open the door. The foyer was empty but warm, the heating fighting off the outside chill. A lone potted plant was in the corner, looking very sad indeed. The walk up the stairs seemed to take an age, Jaune focusing on his feet. When he arrived at her door, he hesitated.
Just what in the hell was he doing?
Before he could convince himself to leave, he squared his shoulders and knocked firmly. His hand had barely returned to his side when the door opened, revealing Cerise. She had removed her heavy jacket, revealing her black woolen turtleneck. It clung to her shapely body, highlighting her large bust. She was a rival for Yang in size.
"Hi," he said, worries vanishing in an instant. Just the sight of her again reaffirmed his path. "I heard you've got a pipe that needs fixing."
She grinned and stepped aside. "Come in. I'll show you the way."
"I brought some cake," Jaune handed over the package before removing his boots. Unclipping his sword and sheath from his belt, he looked around briefly, unsure where to leave it. In the end he placed it in the umbrella stand. She laughed and waved him through.
The apartment was a lot larger than he was expecting, the hall opening up into a very comfortable kitchen and dining area. An open door on the left showed a bedroom with bunk beds, no doubt belonging to the twins. The floor in front of the sink was damp, a discarded mop and bucket placed off to the side. Kneeling down to take a look, she had placed a pot underneath to catch the dripping water.
So she really did have a leak.
"Got any tools?" he asked, beginning to unclip his armor. She watched him expertly unfasten each strap with practiced fingers.
"Just a few," she finally said when the last of his armor was set aside. "Let me get them."
Shimmying under the sink on his back he ran his fingers over the connections. It didn't take long to find the problem. One of the nuts was loose, though it was awkwardly positioned, tilted off the thread on one side. He could jostle it with his fingers but not much more. Even with his aura enhanced strength, it refused to straighten and tighten.
Cerise returned with an old bag, setting it down by his side with a clink. Searching through it, Jaune found what he was looking for. Grabbing the adjustable wrench, he slid back into position. Adjusting the wheel that controlled the size of the mouth, he placed it around the nut and cranked. Water gushed over his hands and face as he loosened it, getting into his eyes. Ignoring it, he blinked quickly as he straightened the nut and then tightened it quickly, hoping against hope that the rubber washer inside was still water tight. The leak slowed to a trickle and then stopped completely. Giving it one last crank, he pulled the wrench away and waited. When no more water was forthcoming, he slid out, giving Cerise a smile.
"All done."
She was leaning over him, hands placed on her knees. The way her arms bracketed her plump breasts made them seem even larger.
"That was quick."
"Luckily, it was only a small problem," Jaune rose to his feet. "Do you have a towel?"
While she fetched him something to dry off with, Jaune inspected the room. It was very neat and tidy, so unlike his home growing up. Not that his mother didn't try very hard to keep things orderly but having eight children meant that it was a losing battle. Soon as she would clean anything up, not a moment later would there be something else to occupy her time. The worst perpetrators were his twin sisters. Double trouble, as they all liked to call them. At the very least, it seemed Magenta and Amaranth were much better behaved. From what he could see of their room, it was kept immaculate.
Picking up one of the photos on the mantle, it was a sweet picture of mother and daughters posing in the snow. Glancing around, he noticed quickly that other than a few taken with people Jaune assumed to be Cerise's parents, they were all just of the three of them. There was a glaring absence. He already knew that she was a single mother and due to her age, she had to have had the twins incredibly young. But from the looks of it, the father hadn't been in their life for a very long time. Even in the photographs of them as babies, he was not to be seen.
Jaune jumped when a towel was draped over his head. He'd been so focused on the photos he hadn't even heard her approach. That was a little embarrassing.
She seemed to know exactly what he had been thinking. When he looked her way, her face was resolute. "It was a high school romance. I was in love – he wasn't. I made a stupid mistake," she shrugged. "Though it was the best mistake I ever made. It gave me two beautiful daughters. I wouldn't trade them for anything."
"What happened?" he asked quietly.
"When he found out I was pregnant, he wanted me to get an abortion," she replied plainly. Taking the frame from his hands, she smiled at the wholesome picture. "I was too far along, though. I had to keep them. That made him angry. We fought. He said he couldn't have a child weighing him down for the rest of his life. I broke his nose."
Jaune let out a surprised chortle. She beamed at him.
"Don't get me wrong. I was terrified and so was he," she set the frame down. "But there was no changing his mind. He wanted nothing to do with any kids and he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. I was devastated. For a long time, I thought it was my fault. That if I had done something different, if I was better, maybe they would have a father."
"He should have taken responsibility."
"Would you have?" she asked genuinely. "If you were in his position."
He didn't even have to think about it. "Yes. Without question."
Her eyes met his and held them, her face soft and pretty. "You would, wouldn't you? I don't know why I am surprised. I always pegged you as a good man. You must have been quite the ladies man."
Jaune couldn't help it. He laughed. At her questioning look, he said, "Girls didn't pay attention to me at all. I was a huge dork – still am, really. That kid reading comic books during lunch break. That was me. There were much cooler guys than me. Stronger, better looking."
"I find that hard to believe," she whispered, moving closer. She placed one of her hands on his chest.
"It's the truth."
Cerise shook her head. "Well, their loss. If they saw you now, they'd kick themselves for passing up such an amazing man. Such a handsome, strong, dependable man."
Jaune shivered as her nails ran down his front, her fingers curling around his belt. Giving it a small tug, she began walking backwards, leading him down the hall. He followed obediently, mouth dry as her eyes devoured him. Her room was at the end and was as tidy as the rest of her home, a double bed flanked by two hard wood bedside tables. The lighting was dim here, the air scented. Incense was burning in the corner, a pleasant aroma tickling his senses.
Cerise was tall for a woman, taller than any of his friends. She only had to lean up a little to capture his lips, the action sudden. His mouth molded against her, opening as they tested the waters. Finding it to her liking, she deepened the kiss, her tongue gliding against his lips. He met her tongue with his own, caressing it firmly. She tasted of vanilla lip balm and a hint of spearmint toothpaste. Her mouth was hot and wet, their kisses becoming more intense. They pulled apart to pant harshly, reclaiming each other passionately as their arousal built. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she pulled him in by the belt, their bodies flush along their fronts.
It wasn't long until she felt him poking against her belly, long, hard and ready.
"Is that for me?" she asked breathlessly, rubbing her belly against it. He pressed into her harder, biting her lip, sucking her tongue. She moaned into his mouth, shivering. "I hope this is for me."
"It is," he rumbled deep in his throat. He kissed her again and again, their lips becoming red and swollen. "You can have all of it."
One of her hands palmed his bulge, rubbing it firmly. She paused, pulling away. Jaune gave her a cautious look as she stared at him with wide eyes, her fingers tracing his length. Her fingers clenched around his caged girth.
"Oh," she said with some surprise. "You're rather larger than I was expecting."
Jaune felt his ego swell. Pulling her back in, he felt that hot pulse bloom in his stomach, roaring through his blood. He felt on fire and the only way to douse it was to consume her utterly, completely. She fumbled with his belt, pulling it open and unlacing it as he moved to her neck, tonguing and sucking at her pulse. It hammered beneath his lips, racing without end.
She managed to unbutton his jeans and forced them down his hips, taking his underwear with them. His bare cock sprung out in freedom, tapping her belly. Her fingers encircled the base, giving it a firm tug. Jaune pulled back and pulled his hoodie over his head, as well as his shirt. Kicking his pants away, he stood completely bare.
"You have too many clothes on," he growled, reaching for the hem of her turtleneck. He undressed her, peeling the garment over her head. It caught on her large breasts, her tits bouncing as he pulled them free. Her bra was purple with black lace, her panties matching when she quickly shimmied out of her trousers. Her skin was so soft, his hands gripping her waist as they kissed some more.
Her hands played with his cock, stroking it eagerly. It pulsed in her grasp, hardening under her questing fingers. She rubbed the head softly, her thumb swiping across the tip. Reaching behind her back, he unhooked her bra, freeing her bountiful bust. Her nipples were large and puffy, the tips inverted. Trailing hot kisses across her jaw and down her neck, he sucked one into his mouth. She hissed, back arching. She rubbed his glans against her soft stomach, her other hand teasing his balls.
"You're beautiful," he whispered, lavishing her chest with attention. Squeezing them firmly with his hands, his fingers sinking in, he twirled and flicked with his tongue, feasting on her delectable flesh. Releasing his cock, she embraced him, smothering his face with her considerable tits. He licked the sensitive skin of her cleavage, the curve of her underboob, admiring their healthy sag.
"You like my breasts that much, huh?" she teased, her face flushed scarlet. Her eyes were clouded with lust.
What could he say? He had never been with a girl – a woman as well developed as her. Hell, the only other girl he had been with was Neon and she was slender, small. He wasn't sure which he preferred. It required more research.
Something nagged at him. That his thoughts were all wrong. He ignored it.
Cerise mewled softly as he suckled and worked her nipples with his teeth, plucking at them gently. Jaune moaned in surprise when one of them popped out, pebbled. She flushed further at his astonished look.
"I didn't know they did that," he confessed.
She let her hands wander over his back, groping at his muscles, all the way down to his ass which she squeezed harshly, nails digging in. Jaune's hips jolted forward, grinding his cock between their bodies. He was hard like a steel bar, standing straight up. The tip was leaking, smearing pre-cum across her belly. She rocked against it, loving how it felt wedged between them.
His fingers hooked the waistband of her panties, sliding them over her hips and down her thighs. They dropped to the floor with a soft rustle, leaving her moist pussy exposed. Jaune guided her back to the bed, her knees buckled upon the edge. She fell with a laugh, her tits jiggling enticingly. Above her vagina was a strip of well maintained hair, trimmed short. Her labia peaked out from between her tight lips, pink and curling. The hood of her clit was large, the bundle of nerves well hidden.
His cock thumped at the sight.
Cerise stared as his cock jumped. She had touched it with her hands, knew how big it was, but this was her first good view of it. It was thick and long with a fat head, the shaft lightly curved upwards. Her insides clenched at the thought of that inside her, desire and nerves rendering her a mess of emotion. He was going to ruin her.
But instead of crawling on top of her, he knelt at the end of the bed, nudging her legs apart. His strong hands gripped the underside of her thighs, spreading her wide, knees pointing either side of her. She felt his breath ghost across her aching flesh, a shiver racing up her spine.
"You look so pretty," he admired, kissing the seam of her thigh and pelvis. It tickled, her legs instinctively trying to close but his hold was iron, keeping her knees apart. It made her throb deeply. When his tongue pressed over her cunt, her hips threatened to leap off the bed.
"Y-You don't have to—Ah~!" she cried. She hadn't expected this. The few men she had been with since her daughter's father had never done anything like this, even if she had wanted it. Jaune had swooped right in without prompting. Her pleas were lies. Do it, do it, do it, her mind chanted viciously.
Her scent was intoxicating, a mixture of sweat and her wetness, musky and thick. Her pale skin was flushed red here, engorged with blood, almost looking irritated and sore. He chose to soothe her flesh with his tongue, his lips, suckling on her plump vulva and labia, nose nudging her clit. She was leaking, thick trails of clear, sticky juice from her opening, down over the curve of her ass. He cleaned her up, mouth latching onto her wet hole, tongue wiggling inside. Her moans sent heat straight to his cock, his length begging for attention, but he ignored it. His own pleasure could wait.
Her hips rolled and jerked, his powerful hold the only thing keeping her in place. He devoured her, his lips and chin drenched in her musk. Moving a little north, he flicked at her hooded clitoris, drawing a much louder cry from her mouth. Neon's clit had been small and cute. Cerise's was large, throbbing and standing at attention. He teased the hood back to reveal her clit directly, the small bundle red and moist. Each pass of his tongue had Cerise delirious with pleasure, the sensation almost too much. Her breath came in heavy pants and gasps, her entire body trembling. She felt her insides quiver and clench, expelling more of her juices.
She was getting close. That fact startled her. They had barely begun.
"J-Jaune," she tried to get out, though it was little more than a choked groan. She tried again. "Jaune, I-I'm – ahn~!"
Her clit hardened even further, quaking as it stood on end. On impulse, he sucked it into his mouth, his lips sealing shut around it. Her cry was half-scream, body locking up as her legs straightened out over his shoulders, breaking free of his grip at last. Hastily grabbing her hips, he rode out her convulsions, her pelvis twisting and bucking against his mouth as he continued to suck. Her essence gushed over his chin, thick and heavy, her clit throbbing erratically between his lips. Every time his tongue flicked over the bundle, a fresh wave of tremors ran through her body.
It was the hottest thing he had ever experienced.
"Ohhhh," she squealed, breasts heaving with effort. "Ohh, ohh~!"
Her voice cracked, throat dry as her climax rolled through her. She'd never cum so hard in her life or so quickly, surprised at how easy it had been for him. It usually took a lot of effort, even when she was alone with her fingers and toys. This was the first time someone else had brought her to orgasm without her help.
She wanted more. Needed more. She wanted him to fuck her, to slake his lust with her body. It had been too long since she had a man, much too long – and she had never had a man like Jaune, a huntsman; a huntsman with a fat, long cock. She knew she was in for a hell of a ride.
He was going to ruin her, she thought not for the first time.
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