Chapitre 7: Chapter-7
The crowd of people writhed as thumping bass pounded out across the dance floor, strobe lights flickering a multitude of colors as the DJ spun a new track. Artificial fog hung thick and heavy pouring from machines placed around the bar, creating a hazy, ethereal quality coupled with the blinking lights. The room was hot, the heat of hundreds of people packed tight together, inhibitions loosened. Alcohol flowed freely, the bartenders in constant motion, and Jaune knew that wasn't all that was flowing freely tonight.
Jaune watched an exchange of money happen in the corner, away from prying eyes. He caught the small package – plastic, containing a few little pills that changed hands, but stayed where he was as the girl rejoined her friends, the group tittering excitedly. It wasn't his business. He was off duty.
But he made sure to remember that face.
"Come on," Yang half-shouted, waving him on. Blake stuck close to his side, their arms brushing as they forced their way through the throngs of people. "I see them!"
Team FNKI had found themselves a nice spot to the side, seated at one of the many booths ringing the dance floor. Kobolt saw them first, raising a hand in greeting as they approached. Neon's eyes lit up when she noticed them, standing to greet them. He found his eyes drawn to her body, her small pink top showing off her bare midriff and clinging to her chest, making it seem larger than it was. The purple straps of her bra were oddly attractive across her slender shoulders as were the tiny pair of denim shorts she sported, revealing her creamy thighs to any onlookers. Around her wrists were a multitude of thin glow sticks, every color of the rainbow.
Compared to Yang and Blake, who mostly wore what they did for combat, she was dressed to impress. Not that the pair didn't look good. Jaune often found his eyes drawn to Blake's pants, the way her shapely legs and plump ass shifted beneath the skin tight material. Or the low cut of Yang's top, teasing him with her lovely cleavage.
He couldn't help but wonder what they'd look like, all dressed up for a night out. He had seen them in dresses for the school dance but what did Yang like to wear when she visited the night clubs in Vale? He remembered the small black top Blake wore when she returned from Menagerie, revealing her magnificent toned stomach. They'd look amazing, he had no doubt. Even in a potato sack they would look stunning.
"Hey guys," Neon greeted, though she was looking exclusively at Jaune. Her eyes scanned him up and down. "Glad you could make it. Are you ready to party?"
"You betcha," Yang returned, bumping fists with her. The blonde slipped into the booth as Kobalt and Ivori made room. Jaune followed suit on the opposite side. Neon looked ready to take the space beside him but Blake shuffled in behind him, accidentally cutting her off. Jaune grinned at Neon's pout.
"Have you guys ordered any drinks yet?" Yang asked.
Seeing as Neon was the one left standing, she offered to get anything they wanted. Jaune wasn't a big drinker, never had been. Other than knowing the odd beer brand he had sampled at a family gathering, he really was a novice to this kind of thing. While he traveled on the road with Ruby, Ren and Nora, he had occasionally tasted some of the local fare with their meals whenever they were lucky enough to stay in a town but those had all been by Ren's recommendation. Blake also seemed a little lost, looking to Yang for some guidance.
"She'll have what I'm having," Yang said. "Strawberry sunrise – a double on the tequila. I think we deserve a little kick, don't you think, partner?"
"I don't know," Jaune shrugged when it was his turn. "Surprise me?"
Neon's smile nearly split her face in two.
"You're going to regret that," Kobalt said as his teammate pranced away to order. Jaune saw several guys crane their heads around to watch her, staring pointedly at her ass. A fair few of them were also sneaking looks at Blake and Yang. There were plenty of attractive girls at the club but they were certainly a cut above the rest. "Neon only knows one speed and that is full speed."
Jaune groaned while Yang laughed. "Great. Be sure to drag me home afterwards, will ya?"
When Neon returned, her arms were laden with drinks. Kobolt had settled for a beer, while Ivori received his rum and cola with a nod. Setting them down carefully, Jaune stared when she moved a neon green concoction in front of him. It certainly looked like something that could kill him.
"You look like you're staring down a Grimm," she said in mirth. "Trust me. It's good."
Yang and Blake sipped at their drinks, a mix of dark reds and light pink, a sugar dusted strawberry impaled on the rim. They certainly looked much more palatable, though he chuckled a little at the expression on Blake's face when the double shot of tequila crossed her tongue.
Jaune swirled his glass a little, the ice clinking against the edges. "Well, here goes nothing."
Sour lime burst across his taste buds alongside something sweet, the two counterbalancing each other just right. The alcohol burned lightly but not unpleasantly, surprisingly smooth as he swallowed. Smacking his lips, he gave Neon a look of surprise.
"Did you doubt me?" she asked smugly, holding up her own glass. It was the same as his.
"Maybe a little," he returned, taking another sip. "This is good."
A little too good, perhaps. He finished his first one, a second and was halfway through a third before he knew it, a small buzz starting to form. It was already warm in the club but the alcohol warmed him further, almost to an uncomfortable degree. He unbuttoned his shirt at the top, letting some air in. Blake must have felt the same, removing her jacket. The skin tight bodysuit underneath the white leather cupped her well formed breasts proudly, giving them extra perk. He knew they'd feel amazing in his palms.
Jaune quickly finished the rest of his drink.
"Wanna dance?" Neon captured his attention, jerking her head to the dance floor. She had gone tit for tat with him, finishing her third drink. She was currently sucking on one of the remaining ice cubes, her lips glossy. Her face was a little flushed, though her eyes held laser focus.
"Sure," he answered, as did Yang.
Going to a nightclub was a new experience for him but if there was one thing Jaune Arc knew he was good at it was moving to a rhythm. Learning to dance at an early age because of his seven sisters, it was one of the few skills he possessed that he had no doubt in. Even the up-tempo, fast beats of electronic music were no match, his body instantly adapting to the fast style. Neon gave him a saucy smirk and joined him, swaying her body side to side, pulling him through the crowd. With some surprise, Yang pressed into him from behind, her sizable bust squishing against his back. Neon paused, suddenly looking unsure.
"Show me what you can do," Yang whispered in his ear.
They moved together, Neon shaking off whatever hesitance had arisen due to Yang's involvement. The current song was finishing up, the transition smooth as something a little slower began, vocals blaring out over the speakers. Neon stepped in closer, her chest brushing him as she rolled her hips sensually. Yang matched her movements, her own hips pressing her pelvis into him from behind, her arms raised up above her head. A mixture of their scents scuttled across his nose, the vanilla and lavender body wash Yang favored mingling with the spicy, fruity perfume Neon had worn for the occasion.
He was drunk – but not because of the drinks. He wet his lips.
His arms bracketed Neon's body, inches from her exposed skin. He could feel the heat radiating off her, enticing him closer. Turning, Neon backed up into him, the entire length of her body flush against his own. Her ass grinded against his crotch, up and down, side to side, moving in circles as his cock hardened rapidly. She grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her firm tummy, the skin slick with sweat. The way her abs clenched and flexed drove his blood wild, her tail curling and stroking his thigh with each movement.
Not to be outdone, Yang pressed in closer, sealed against his back. Her flesh hand clutched his hip before slipping up under his shirt. Her fingers ghosted over his flexing muscles, kneading them as the three of them moved together as one. Taking his free arm, she pulled it back, placing it on her hip. She held it there for a moment as they grinded to the beat before directing it to her ass. On reflex, he squeezed her plump flesh, her resulting moan causing his cock to throb.
What the hell was happening? Something pulsed, dark and heavy in his gut, his hunger renewed. He buried his nose in Neon's hair, inhaling as much as he could. Yang's hand had reached around his front, wedged between their writhing bodies. He almost bucked Neon off when Yang's fingers found one of his nipples, pinching it firmly. One of his fingers toyed with Neon's bellybutton, his cock ramrod straight between her firm ass cheeks.
She leaned her head back, exposing her throat. He could barely hear her over the music. "Mm, you're so hard."
Her movements became much more controlled and precise, hips moving up and down smoothly. She was stroking him off with her ass, his length straining against the inside of his pants. Yang was still playing with his nipple, teasing the sensitive flesh as she rested her head between his shoulder blades. He could feel her hot breath through his shirt, scalding. He squeezed her ass again, fingers digging in.
Lust warred with common sense. Everything was moving so fast. With Neon, this was expected. Some dirty dancing was nothing compared to what they'd already done. This was a step back, if anything. Something that was normal. But with Yang? The three of them, together? Sweating and panting, moving as one, her hand buried under his shirt while he gripped her ass with an iron hold. Where had this come from? Weren't she and Blake...?
It was almost like his thoughts had summoned her. Blake slunk through the crowd like a prowling cat, her lithe body moving in long, graceful strides. The sensual way her hips swayed, the lines of her torso stretched, made his heart beat faster than it already was. Her intentions were clear. She came at him from the side, one of her hands caressing his cheek while the other joined Yang's under his shirt. Her nails ran across the skin of his back, part ticklish, part something more.
"Blake?" he questioned.
"Heya kitty cat," Yang teased, voice an octave lower than usual. "Come to play?"
What room there was, Blake claimed for herself. Jaune groaned low in his throat when she pressed against him, her mound grinding along the outside of his leg. People were openly gawking at them, had been for awhile, but the introduction of Blake almost had the whole crowd looking their way. There were looks of shock, of jealousy – both men and women, but also of appreciation. Jaune spotted several scrolls pointed their way, felt a brief flash of irritation, but it was swallowed by arousal.
They continued like this for some time, a mass of grinding, squirming bodies. Countless songs passed them by, their lust building with each track, the tension building. At some point, Blake ended up in front of him, her crotch riding his thigh, her arms over his shoulders. She rode it with long strokes, sliding up and down, pressing against his cock whenever their pelvises met. He had one arm looped around her, assisting her movement as she panted in his ear. Little mewls escaped her throat whenever they pressed together. Then Yang was there, her heaving breasts in his face, his nose dragging against her collar bone. She was so soft, though he could feel the power of her muscles buried beneath, rolling and contracting. Her hand darted down and cupped his package, squeezing it almost shyly. Yang then became Neon, her slim body rolling against him, her belly shimmying across his pounding erection. He pawed at her, pinching her little butt, cupping her tiny tits.
His balls were beginning to ache for he had been hard so long without release. He wanted nothing more than to rip her clothes off and take her, right there on the dance floor. To impale her on his cock, as far as her little body could take it. To strip Yang and Blake bare and claim them both, taking turns until they were both quivering messes, filled with his cum and carrying his children. He didn't care if everyone saw them. It was an overpowering feeling, his entire being itching for it. Demanding he take it. They were his, wet and willing, he could smell it.
The current song was approaching the drop – and so was he.
"Why don't you get lost," Yang snapped, her voice cutting through the haze that had descended upon his mind. "We're dancing here."
"You call that dancing?" some faceless girl replied, mocking. "Is that what sluts call that?"
Reality snapped back, clarity returning in an instant. Peeling away from Neon, he hastily grabbed at Yang, stopping her advance. The girl may have deserved a slap but Yang was likely to put her through a wall. Though maybe he should have reached for Blake instead, she looked ready to claw out some eyes.
"Hey, woah," he said, clearing his throat. His voice was gravely. "Okay, let's go back and have some more drinks."
"I think I need to teach this bitch a lesson," Yang growled, her arm tensing under his hold. The nameless girl looked ready to reply when she noticed Yang's robotic arm, the metal fingers clenched in a fist. All of a sudden, she didn't look very sure, taking a step back.
"She's a civilian, Yang," Jaune hissed in her ear, tugging her away. "You'll knock her head off and then we'll have to explain to Ironwood why one of the huntresses he helped elevate killed one of his citizens."
She was still fuming when they returned to the booth but some semblance of control had returned, Yang gently prying his fingers from her arm and taking a seat. Blake followed suit, looking a little unsteady on her feet. Ivori and Kobolt were missing, a quick glance showing the pair talking with a group of girls by the bar. They had quite the group fawning over them, though that was little surprise. They were both handsome guys.
"The nerve of some people," Yang huffed. When her eyes met his, they darted away. There was a sudden shyness that crossed her features, an odd look for someone as outgoing and enthusiastic as Yang. "Thanks for the save. I really was going to do something a bit stupid there, huh?"
"If you didn't, I was going to," Blake muttered. She also seemed to be avoiding looking directly at him, her eyes constantly moving. Her already flushed cheeks darkened further.
Jaune eyed the pair of them. There was a certain awkwardness that had sprung up between the three of them, something that had never been there before. He swallowed, adjusting his pants. His erection had not cooled down at all, rock hard and straining.
"Are you guys okay?" he asked slowly, concerned. Had he crossed a line? But no, they were the ones that had followed him out onto the dance floor. They were the ones that had been in total control. Did they regret it?
"Fine," Yang said quickly, though she still refused to look at him. "That was pretty intense, right? I knew you had some moves but damn, you sure showed me. I never knew you had it in ya."
She was trying to blow it all off as a simple dance. Jaune nodded along, unsure. What was there to say? They'd had some drinks and things had gotten a little heated. That was all, right? Sometimes these things happen. It had been all in the moment. What was a little dancing between friends? Even if it was a little dirty.
Blake was fiddling with her fingers, hunched over. Jaune noticed that her nipples were visible under her bodysuit, the peaks pebbled.
"Yeah," he said with a laugh, attempting to cut through the tension. "That was pretty wild. I had a lot of fun."
"We should totally come out again some time," Yang said loudly, nodding. Her golden hair swished about at the action. "Maybe next time we can get those two nerds to come along with us."
Blake finally looked up. "I'd like that."
They shared a tentative smile.
"More drinks!" Neon said loudly as she returned, setting down four glasses. She sat down next to him, the length of her thigh burning against his.
The next few hours were a blur of drinking, laughing and more dancing, though nothing like the opening act. Kobalt and Ivori joined them again at some point, accompanied by a couple of girls. It was nice to just be normal for a night, to talk about stupid, mundane things. More and more people joined their group as the night wore on until there were about fifteen of them in total, a mismatch of various social circles. Some of the girls were clearly well bred, their manner of speech reminiscent of Weiss when she first attended Beacon. Others were the sons of security guards and cleaners, butlers and maids, the children of staff that served the elite class. It seemed that on the weekends, those barriers fell, when plied with drink and music and more.
A few of them tried to hit on Yang, perhaps thinking she was an easy target with the way she continued to knock back drinks. When they were brushed off, they tried with Blake, uncaring that she was faunus. They had even less success there, her deadpan expression halting any advance. Strangely, they never tried with Neon. Though maybe the fact she was almost sitting on his lap had something to do with it, her tail casually wrapped around his arm.
That didn't stop some of the girls, however.
One in particular, a pretty girl with long platinum blonde hair constantly drew him into conversation, her large, jade green eyes unwavering. Her name was Aurelia and according to her, her family were the chief providers of several components found in all standard issue and military-huntsman grade scrolls. It meant that she was wealthy – very wealthy. Something she took great pride in.
"You must know Weiss, then?" Jaune asked. "Weiss Schnee?"
"We are well acquainted, yes," she replied, though her face was a little pinched. If there was one girl from a family even wealthier than hers, it was Weiss. Everything ran on dust. Even scrolls. "You could say that we are friends. Why do you ask?"
"We're friends too," Yang butted in, leaning across the table. She was more than a little tipsy now, her cheeks rosy red. Several pairs of eyes were drawn to her swaying breasts, threatening to spill out of her top. "She's our teammate."
"Yeah, we went to school with her," Jaune added. "At Beacon. I'll let her know we bumped into you. She'll be happy to hear from one of her childhood friends."
"Oh, yes," Aurelia said blankly. "That would be... lovely."
Neon shook with silent laughter.
They continued into the early hours of the morning before finally calling it a night. Loaded and more than a little uncoordinated, Jaune, Yang, Blake and Neon stumbled out of the club and down the street. Kobalt and Ivori had left a little earlier, each with a different girl, leaving the four of them to fend for themselves.
"There is a place nearby," Neon said much too loudly, volume control nonexistent. The street was practically deserted, the odd vehicle passing them by. "They have nice rooms and it's pretty cheap. We can crash there for the night."
Blake gave a weak thumbs up, looking a tad queasy. She had to stop every few hundred feet, leaning heavily against whatever surface was available, threatening to spray the sidewalk with the contents of her stomach. Yang rubbed soothing circles on her back whenever she did, though the blonde didn't look much better, swaying unevenly.
Jaune steadied her, blinking rapidly against the bright street lamps. "You two okay?"
"Ghrigl," Blake replied, burping. Jaune cringed.
"Yeah, yeah," Yang reassured him, though she took his arm as insurance. She almost dragged him to the ground. "We just need to get off our feet, dude. I feel like I'm about to nose dive."
"You guys are too much," Neon cackled as she stumbled on ahead of them.
They secured a pair of rooms, the clerk behind the desk watching them with a bored expression on her face. If she were in a better state of mind, Yang may have questioned why Neon was staying with Jaune and not them, but she didn't even blink when they went their separate ways. The last thing he saw of them was Blake dashing for the bathroom, the door slamming shut behind her.
"That didn't look good," he said.
"She's going to feel like hell in the morning," Neon giggled, swiping the card in their door. It opened with a click.
When they stepped into the room, Jaune felt his heart begin to pound. The door was barely closed when she leapt into his arms, her slender legs wrapped around his waist. Their lips met messily, tongues dueling as Jaune stumbled into the room and pressed her back against a wall. Her fingers tangled in his hair, clenching when he pressed his quickly rising erection against her core. Her mouth was so hot and wet, and tasted of sour lime and that unknown sweetness of their drinks. He kissed her harder, sucking at her lips, her tongue, nipping her until her mouth was a swollen mess.
"Fuck, I've been waiting for this for so long," Neon panted between kisses. She tightened her legs around him, bucking her crotch against his. "You have no fucking idea. Every night, I've been masturbating, thinking about it. What have you done to me?"
She clutched at his shirt, attempting to pull it up over his head. Their movements were clumsy, it took way more effort than it should have but eventually, his shirt was tossed aside, his chest revealed to her hungry eyes. She took one of his nipples into her mouth, sucking and biting, and Jaune pressed his cock against her even harder, rocking his hips.
"Be rough with me," she pleaded, biting his chest until it bruised. "Please, fuck me as hard as you can."
They somehow made it to the bed without tripping, Jaune prying her legs off him and tossing her down on the mattress. She bounced with a laugh, kicking off her shoes and socks. Next was her top, revealing her purple bra, which quickly joined it on the floor. Her perky tits greeted him, nipples already rock hard. He started on his belt but her hands smacked his out of the way, unbuckling it with practiced movements.
"Let me," she said breathlessly, yanking his pants and underwear down. His hard cock sprung up between them, smacking her on the chin. She giggled. "This guy is really happy to see me."
Jaune kicked his shoes off, completely bare. The tip of his cock was wet with pre-cum, the shaft covered in pulsing veins. Her hands gripped him firmly, the head peeking out over her two-fisted hold. Her tongue darted out to taste, a long, slow swipe across the underside of his glans. Jaune hummed, pleasure rocking through his body.
"No one can interrupt us this time," she rubbed the head against her nose and cheeks, inhaling his scent. Her core clenched tightly, trembling in her belly. She suckled on the tip, his cock pulsing out more pre-cum. It pooled on her tongue, the salty taste spiking her arousal. "Oh, you taste good~!"
She slurped his glans into her mouth, tongue writhing across the tip. Her hands began to move, stroking his thick, long shaft, twisting as she sucked harshly. Groans passed Jaune's lips as she took him deeper, cheeks hollowing as she swallowed him. Gripping his heavy balls, she squeezed them gently, fondling his sensitive sac.
He couldn't look away, watching her small mouth gobble him up. Her lips were stretched wide around him, the wet seal dragging up and down his length pleasurably. Her upturned eyes locked with his, wide and filled with lust, little sounds of exertion leaving her as she sped up. Her mouth was like a furnace, burning him up. His cock felt like it was melting.
"Fuck, you feel good, Neon," he moaned, threading his fingers through her hair. He began rocking his hips, pressing his cock a little deeper. Her thumb pressed harshly against the ridge on the underside of his shaft, as if she was attempting to milk him. It created a pressure at his base, a knot that continued to tighten. "Shit, baby, so fucking good."
His encouragement drove her on, her mouth moving further and further along his cock. The back of her throat beckoned, inviting him down, his fat glans pressing against the back. Neon made a choked sound as she throated him, her lips pressed all the way down to the hilt. She stayed there for a moment, tongue wiggling, before pulling back off his cock. Saliva coated the entire length of his dick, throbbing red and shiny. Her hands rapidly stroked him before she took him back into her throat, the sound of her gag reflex kicking in making his balls throb with need.
She took him to the base, again and again and again, her eyes watering as she worked every single inch. Her clit throbbed every time he bottomed out in her throat, her chin pressed firmly against his tightening balls. He cupped her jaw and neck, holding her steady as he fucked into her mouth. She took him skillfully, her throat expanding when he thrust in deep.
When he felt she was about to choke, he pulled out completely, Neon coughing and sputtering for breath. She pumped his cock quickly as she recovered, rolling the palm over the tip. It jerked in her grasp.
"Are you ready?" she asked, peeling her tiny shorts from her body. Her panties were drenched, the underwear ruined. Strings of girl cum stretched between the material and her vulva when she rolled them down her toned legs, her pussy flushed red in arousal. He wanted to taste her, smell her, to eat her out and make her cry for release but the urge to slam his cock inside her was stronger.
He had waited long enough.
"Turn around," he ordered, helping her along. She was so light, her body weighing nothing as he moved her into position. "That's it," he groaned at the sight of her shapely ass, admiring the curve of her butt. Her pussy looked especially plump like this, halved by her cute little slit. He could see the pink, glistening petals of her labia hidden within, her small clit peeking out from its hood.
He pressed the end of his cock against her, the flesh bulging. Her tail swished back and forth as he worked his way in, splitting her pussy in one smooth stroke. He didn't stop, taking her entirely in one movement. Neon cried out when he banged against her cervix, his cock a hot bar of steel within her stomach.
"F-Fuck," she gritted through her teeth, body trembling. Jaune noticed that unlike Cerise, Neon had taken him completely, his pelvis molded to her ass. When he flexed his cock, she cried out even louder. "Oh, shit, you're so fucking deep, baby."
Interestingly, her tail had become ramrod straight, standing at attention like a flag poll. He had the irresistible urge to grab it – and so he did, one hand curled around her hip, the other grasping the base of her pink tail. Neon jerked in surprise, a silent cry as her face twisted in rapture.
"N-No," she choked out weakly but it was too late. Jaune drew his hips back until the tip of his dick threatened to pop out of her clutching depths, before thrusting back in powerfully, using her tail and hip as leverage. Neon's body hunched, abs clenching as he slammed into her to the hilt.
"Oh," Jaune moaned in pleasure, pulling out slowly once more before slamming back in. The sound she made was a mix between a moan and a howl, her face falling to the bed as her arms gave out. He established a slow, hard pace, using the entire length of his cock. Loud, wet slaps filled the room as he fucked her powerfully. Her screams were muffled by the blankets.
Every time he bottomed out in her pussy, the breath was stolen from her lungs. Because of her hunched form, his cock rammed against the back of her passage before passing on to her womb, two points of sensation that sent her into ecstasy. Neon felt her brain turn to mush, her tongue rolling out of her mouth as she was literally fucked stupid.
All the built up tension, all the desire and want since their time at the gym tightened in her belly, again and again and again, his cock tapping against it until with no warning, it exploded within her. Body locking up, she sobbed as her pussy contracted in orgasm. Jaune huffed as her walls collapsed around his thrusting member, the pleats and folds sticking to his girth. Her lips pulled wetly along his shaft, attempting to hold him in place. But he wouldn't be denied, continuing to fuck her slow, deep and long, no matter how her pussy twisted and sucked on him.
Neon saw nothing but white for the longest moment, her vision filled with stars. Her body twisted and convulsed, his dick keeping the vicious cycle going. She had never cum like this, had never cum so fast, had never been fucked so utterly in her life. It didn't feel like it would end, the pleasure becoming too intense to handle. She tried to pry his hands off her but he was too strong, his hold bruising.
Finally she gave out, her legs straightening out and causing them to fall forward completely, his chest to her back.
"No more," she pleaded through a mouth full of drool. "P-Please, no more."
That was enough. Jaune pulled out, her pussy gaping obscenely as he removed his cock. It throbbed angrily, pre-cum oozing from the tip. Giving it a shake, he lay down next to her prone body, running a hand down her back. She was already covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asked.
"I-I need a moment," she got out, taking deep, gulping breaths. Aftershocks of her orgasm continued to lance through her body, little mewls ripped from her throat as she twitched. "C-Can you get me a drink?"
Jaune looked around and noticed the small bar fridge in the corner.
"Sure."
Cock bobbing and waving in the air, he knelt in front of the fridge and opened it up. There was alcohol inside, little bottles containing a variety of different liquors lined up neatly on the inner door shelf. Ignoring those, he grabbed a bottle of water for her and one for himself. Closing the fridge, he held one to his neck, enjoying the ice cold feel against his blazing skin. His body was on fire, like he had been running a marathon, but he wasn't tired or out of breath.
Just hot.
"Here," he said, pressing the cold plastic against her ass. She jumped with a yelp, glaring at him as she snatched it away, though there was no heat in her gaze. She was still twitching, though it was less intense now, her legs clamping together whenever another aftershock rolled through her belly.
Twisting the cap, Neon gulped down half the bottle, small droplets running down her chin and dripping onto her chest. Jaune watched them run down across the curve of her small breasts, then down her toned tummy and disappearing into her bellybutton.
"You're so damn sexy," he said, opening his own bottle. Taking a mouthful, he set it down on the bedside table. Even with all the inactivity, his cock was still rock hard. Neon's eyes zeroed in on it, watching it sway as he walked around the bed. He settled down behind her, stroking her feverish skin. She shivered.
"I felt like I was going to die, holy shit," she faux complained.
"Was it a little much?" he asked in concern.
"I told you to fuck me as hard as you could," Neon finished her bottle and tossed it aside, rolling over to face him. "So you did. It felt amazing," she gave his balls a tender squeeze. "I've never cum like that before in my life. You're frickin' incredible, dude."
Jaune preened under her praise. "That good, huh?"
"Don't get a big head," she chided, flicking a finger against his glans. He winced. "A little late to say that, though, right?"
They kissed, slow and sweet. Her tongue rolled into his mouth, Jaune soothing it with long, languid strokes. Her hand wrapped around his shaft lightly, running it up and down. Jaune lay back when she pressed forward, her small body sliding atop him. His member was trapped between their bodies, throbbing eagerly as she rubbed against him. They spent the next few minutes like this, casually kissing, until Neon couldn't wait any longer. Pushing upright, she shimmied above his waist, the head of his cock kissing her entrance. There was something so incredibly hot about it, seeing his cock jutting up between her slender thighs. Reaching down to hold it steady, she slid down carefully.
"Let me fuck you this time," she whispered, her hips rolling sensually. Neon bit her lip when his glans pressed over her g-spot, the curvature of his cock perfect. Giving her body a little shake, she took the rest of him, her pelvis resting against his.
"You fill me up so much," she said, cupping her belly and rubbing just under her belly button. "I can feel you right here. Does it feel good, being so deep inside me?"
Jaune felt her vagina clench down on him. "It feels unbelievably good, Neon. You're so tight, babe. So hot and wet."
"You drive me crazy," she admitted, gently rocking her hips. "You make me so wet. Do you know how many panties I've ruined this week?" Rowing back and forth, she grinded the tip of his cock against her cervix. Her body shuddered in pleasure. "Do you know how hard it is to kill Grimm when all you can think about is cock? You are going to get me killed."
He wanted to grab her slender waist and fuck up into her, but instead he gripped the sheets, letting her dictate the pace this time. Steadily, her hips gained speed, rocking further along his dick, little breasts quaking with each movement. She was a vision above him, taut muscle and soft curves, skin damp with exertion. Her insides were molten fire and only seemed to get hotter.
When she found her sweet spot, she attacked it relentlessly, her mouth falling open as she panted. The way her face twisted, the way her eyes looked down on him bursting with lust, the way her tunnel clutched at him desperately made his balls ache something fierce, churning with pent up desire.
"Ooh, I can feel you throbbing," she moaned, lifting her hips slightly. About only an inch or so; enough for her wetness to stretch in long, heavy strings between them before she sat back down with a meaty slap. "Oh, yes. Fuck, your cock feels so good."
One of her hands slid down over her firm belly and toyed with her clit, tickling it until she could do little more than whimper incoherent words. His cock pulsed harder, firming. He could feel his climax building, a knot tensing low in his gut. He lifted his legs, feet planted against the bed, allowing her butt and back to rest against his thighs. The slight change in angle made her cry out, her hips swiveling side to side.
"Oh, shit," she gasped. "Oh shit, baby, oh! Oh god, god, fuck, I'm gonna cum again."
She rode him harder, faster, her hand thrumming her clit from side to side. Her pussy clenched and tugged at him, twisting with every movement. Jaune groaned in anticipation.
"I'm close," he warned, though she was lost to it. She continued to move as if in a trance, racing toward the end. Body growing tense, her nipples pointed to the ceiling as her back arched over his knees, abs and ribs straining beneath her pale skin.
"Ah~!" she squealed, body unraveling. "Ahh~! Ooh, oooh baby~!"
Her pussy clenched once, twice, and then erupted in orgasm, contracting rapidly as she cried to the heavens. Jaune panted and moaned as his cock flexed, tense – then with a sigh of relief, he burst inside her. Thick gushes of semen lanced across her cervix, filling her with his seed. Reaching for her hips, he pulled her more firmly against him, drawing a startled groan from Neon's lips. Falling forward, she kissed him passionately, the pair swapping spit as they trembled and heaved together.
"Ouuuhh," she whined against his lips. "Oh, you're cumming so much~!"
She was right. His cock continued to jerk, spitting more of his load inside her as her tunnel rippled around him, milking him. It felt never ending.
"Fuck, Neon," he kissed her harder.
He embraced her, chest to chest, his hips rolling as the last of his cum finally flowed into her. Her body continued shaking, her eyes moist when she pulled away, filled with raw emotion. She rubbed his jaw, fingers dancing over his skin.
"W-Wow," she choked out. Her skin was flushed all over, making her look extraordinarily beautiful. "I could get used to this."
Jaune laughed.
They lay together, entwined, until their hearts slowed and their breathing evened out. Stroking her hip with lazy fingers, at that moment, he felt good.
"Um," Neon made a sound of confusion, shifting her hips. Jaune hummed in pleasure, still seated inside her. "Uh, Jaune – you're still hard?"
He was.
"You have me for the whole night, remember?" he reminded her, flexing his cock inside her. She jolted. "I don't see the sun out. Do you?"
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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