Capítulo 208: 7-I'm Your Slave
Before we start, here is the artwork Author got done of Amber :D
https://i.imgur.com/RAUzyqN.jpg
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"I'm just saying, you could really use some colour." Harpy's voice cut through the din of plates and dishes clattering against one another. The boisterous cacophony of the Vytal festival in full swing for all the conjoining schools.
Team Cinder from Haven, Juniper and Sun's team from Vacuo, Penny and Jaune's team from Atlas. Plus fifteen more, Neon and her partner came to compete and promised they'd give the rising champions (Jaune's girls) a run for their money. Meanwhile Vacuo seemed to have an endless number of contestants, at least six teams came from the endless desert to get beaten back by the frozen tundra. Harpy took such immense joy in the irony.
"I'm really fine with White hair, Harpy." Pale reassured her for what felt like the hundredth time.
"Okay but if you've never tried anything else, you might like it."
"Please you're like a puppy, I got the tattoo, what else do you want from me?" Pale huffed, clearly enjoying the little banter even if she inflected her voice to be tinged with annoyance.
"We all got that Bunny done up, Amber's the one who talked you into putting it on your butt." Harpy waved her hand in a turn around motion even as both of them sat rather aimlessly looking at the textbooks in front of them. Perhaps the cafeteria wasn't the ideal study location but they weren't really here to study, more just to give Jaune some alone time, Amber was…. Somewhere.
She was supposed to be here but apparently something shiny caught her eye because she was nowhere to be found. Now normally friends would worry about someone they love disappearing but god help the poor bastard that tried to kidnap Amber. Harpy was strong but Amber was on a whole other level.
"Yes and I'm perfectly fine with just the one, and last time you talked me into doing something like this, my lips were stained black for a week." Harpy let out a snicker at the memory. "Need I remind you how that didn't wash off you either?" Harpy stopped snickering remembering what it was like to have pitch black nipples and a black kiss mark on her forehead and clit. Of course no one noticed the nipples or clit but walking around with a black kiss mark on her forehead was…. Well it wasn't easy to explain.
"Point taken. Sheesh."
"Good because we probably should talk about your next match."
"You really think Pretty in pink girly fem-bot Nikos stands a chance against Amber and Me?" Harpy scoffed like the idea wasn't even worth entertaining. She leaned back in her hair and pushed aside the textbook she hadn't even read the title of. "I'm not worried about any one of these brats."
"We shouldn't underestimate our competition. Orion's Semblance may be weak but it compliments Pyrrha Nikos's fighting style extremely well." Pale might as well have pulled out reading glasses and a ruler, her voice becoming more like that of a teacher explaining the extra credit course to a delinquent student.
"He can make shields, big deal, don't care, also I didn't ask. He's worse at combat than Jaune, that's really saying something. If she decides to run with Nora or Ren then we already know Amber outclasses Nora and I outclass Ren, so we have them covered from every front, it's like fighting that first round. It's perfect for us, like they're just inferior to our team in every way. Jaune is a better commander, Amber is stronger, you're a better support, I'm perfect in every conceivable way. What do we have to worry about a bunch of nobodies? Talk to me when we're fighting Penny or Clover level opponents. Until then I say we walk in hungover, disrespect them in front of their classmates and family and then walk out with the trophy."
"You're incorrigible." Pale couldn't help but smile, for as much as that ego was often her downfall in sparring, Harpy was right, with their team stacked the way it was, they really didn't have anything to worry about. Funny to think for a while there, they were the worst team at Atlas Academy. It took them years to finally trust each other even after they all became a couple.. Well.. a polycule? What a gross word.
Now here they were, a force to be reckoned with. Well.. Pale's face dropped, even so slightly it was imperceptible to anyone else.
Harpy didn't let it pass by. Her brow furrowing. "Pale, what's wrong?"
Her smile didn't falter. "Nothing, of course nothing."
"Amelia, baby." Harpy looked more annoyed than concerned.
"Listen, let's just get back to the pressing matter. If Jaune is right, Mercury, Sun and Penny should move onto the next round.-"
"Kitten." Pale practically froze with the throaty commanding tone that Harpy used, alluring words drawn out over the gravel of her deep rasp. Pale tried to stammer out a reply but she already felt her knees pressing together, a shiver run down her spine. She really hated when Harpy did this to her in public. "Tell me what's wrong kitten, Mistress can't make it all better if you're going to bottle it up~."
"H-arpy, really? Nothing is wrong, and I'm not just some toy you press a button and then I just do what you tell me." Pale felt her cheeks growing red, a bead of sweat rolling down her thigh, legs fidgeting at the virgining signs of arousal creeping over her plump perfect form.
"You want me to keep teasing you then? Maybe I'll just make you take off that oversized bra you're wearing and make you walk around with those fat cow tits swaying back and forth? I love when boys leer at my dirty little girl~ knowing she's all mine."
"Harpy!" Pale whined, biting into her lower lip to stifle a moan. "Fine- god just please, you're making a scene."
"I'd say your fidgeting and the way your tits bounce are making more of one-"
"Harpy, please." Pale cut her off. "I just… I just get a little forlorn."
"Normal people words please, Forlorn, isn't that, like, sad?" Harpy blinked, trying to recall anything she learned in english class, she knew it meant unhappy, but like melancholy she was sure it was originally a fruit, like forlorn sounded like a cattle, or some kind of bison.
"I just.." Pale sighed, eyes drawing away from her friend, a hand coming up to her shoulder. "Upsetti. That better?"
"Much."
"Just thinking about everything Jaune has on his shoulders. All that responsibility." She huffed and let her shoulders hang down.
"Can we spend a single date not talking about Jaune?" Harpy bemoaned, going limp in her chair with her arms draped backwards. "He's all we ever talk about."
"Tell me you aren't worried too." Pale countered. "Ironwood has so much pressure on him to prove that he's capable of leading a team, if we don't win this tournament it's not our asses on the fire, it's his."
"What do you have to worry about? You're not fighting." Harpy maybe let a little too much venom into that sting, her words carried with them a real tone of annoyance.
"N-no I know you're right." Pale just muttered a certain meekness to her words that was so often void from the confident woman's breath. "You and Amber are the ones really pulling the weight, Jaune's the one with all the responsibility." Her gaze cast downward, eyes lingering on no point on the floor in particular.
"Amelia, that's not what I meant, you know that. Baby."
"It's true though."
"It's not, you're the thing holding this team together, you're just as important as me or Jaune. We wouldn't be together without you, Jaune guides us, sure but you're the one that supports each of us, like a pillar we can lean on if we ever feel like giving up. None of us would be complete without you, Pale." Harpy's hand reached out and touched the fingertips of the girl across from her. A more concerned expression crossed over her harsh sharp features.
"You're very sweet Harpy." Pale tried to brighten her smile but the growing darkness over her face became even more cast of shadow.
"Pale, I'm not just saying that, It doesn't matter that you don't fight, you're important to us for more than just hunting Grimm." Their fingers interlocked, holding close. "I've never lied to you, not once, I mean it."
"I just know you, Amber and Jaune are destined for such great things, the world eats out of your hands with new adventures and the respect of everyone around you." She let out a haggard aged sigh. "I'm still trying to live in the shadow of brothers and sisters that are decades ahead of me."
"You're destined for something great too, don't count yourself out." Fingers glanced off of the taller woman's chin, pulling her view back so that she was looking directly into the punk girl's eyes. "Want me to go beat Jaune up to remind you he ain't hot shit?"
Pale couldn't help but crack a smile at that. Rolling her eyes and tightening her grip on Harpy's hand. "Careful, Harpy. People might start thinking you're nice."
"Maybe I can take you back to the room and remind you how cruel I can be." Pale visibly shivered, only just not letting out a throaty moan. "You might be Jaune's soft domme when he's around, but you and Amber are both my good little pets when he's not."
Which afterall, was exactly how Pale liked it.
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Meanwhile, elsewhere at Beacon Academy.
"So it's all real." Pyrrha breathed, "Maidens, magic, everything?" Her face was lost, eyes wild, she wasn't sure if anything she thought was true, really was anymore. Her face looked at the teachers she'd come to know and trust, Glynda, Ozpin, then there were a few faces she didn't recognize. Someone with disheveled black haired man that was lazily taking a drag king a drag from a flask. And someone she only knew by reputation, the prim and Proper General Ironwood.
They all made sense as people who could be trusted to know something of this magnitude, okay maybe not the foul smelling alcoholic, but the others were upstanding pillars of education. Widely regarded as the most important people in their corner's of the world.
However there was one person she refused to make eye contact with or even look in the direction of. Someone she couldn't help but wonder why he was even here.
Why was Jaune Arc present?
Hadn't it been embarrassing enough that he knew she'd been spying on him, wasn't it humiliating enough that she couldn't get it out of his mind. That she knew her teammates were friends with him again and as desperately as she wanted to mend that bridge she couldn't get the image of three beautiful women going down on him out of her mind. That she couldn't talk to one of her friends, Weiss, anymore because all they could see when they looked at each other was the knowledge of inadequacy they both felt.
Pyrrha just wanted to die of shame every time she thought about it!
"But what does this have to do with me?" Her voice shifted down from curious to more reserved. She'd just been told the greatest secret in maybe all of human history, which apparently Jaune Arc had already been privy to, but she was still confused as to why.
"Because my dear we must ask a terrible service of you, one we do not ask lightly." Ozpin picked his words carefully, trying not to scare her but also not misleading her into thinking there was no danger in what they asked.
The room set itself in strange space, Ozpin and Glynda at his table by the grand window that overlooked Beacon, while the hunched man with his flask strode carefully from one side of the room to the other. That made Pyrrha terribly anxious. While Ironwood stood opposite them with a more gentle expression across his face. She ignored the presence of Jaune idly reading a book, sitting just off to the side while everyone else spoke.
Did he really not care about this? Apparently this was important, and they were bringing her into the fold for a reason, but he seemed so indifferent.
Honestly that indifference hurt more than hatred.
"I don't understand." She tilted her head to the side.
"That's because Ozpin lives forever so he never feels the need to get to the point." The black haired man spoke up. "Hi, Qrow, by the way, See shit went sideways with the fall maiden, she was attacked and needs help."
Pyrrha's eyes widened, looking from he black haired man, Qrow, to her headmaster. "S-should we be talking if she needs help?"
Now it was Glynda's turn to speak up. "Sorry dear, Qrow has no table manners, the fall maiden is fine but very injured." A tablet was put down in front of her, showing a woman in some kind of enclosed bed-like chamber, she had a terrible scar across her face, like a fresh burn, but worse. "Normally when a maiden dies their power goes to the person they are thinking of when they pass. But somehow whoever attacked her forcibly stole some of her power. We're worried that if-.." she paused. "When the fall maiden passes, the powers will try and make themselves whole again."
Looking at the tablet she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt and sympathy for the woman, she was maybe a year younger than Pyrrha herself, brown hair, a pretty face. Her clothes were simple, well worn, nothing fancy or extravagant as what Pyrrha wore.
She didn't deserve what happened to her, she looked like the kind of person who always wore a smile. It reminded her of Ruby, someone who made the lives of those around them brighter, which made it all the more tragic that her face was transfixed on a hollow sadness.
Pyrrha furrowed her brow, still not understanding, like she couldn't put the last two pieces of this puzzle together. Then again how could she when everyone was dancing around exactly what they needed from her.
Ironwood stepped forward, gliding across the room with purpose towards the redheaded champion. He stayed about an arm's length away, kneeling down so that he was eye level with her seated position. "I'm terribly sorry, miss Nikos. We're going to ask something terrible of you but we want you to know that you have no responsibility to throw away your life because of our failings. Do you understand?"
Pyrrha couldn't say she didn't fully but she was following so far. She nodded
"Good, we may have found a way to transfer the aura of one person to another, it's not pleasant, not easy, but it may be the only way to save the maiden powers from falling into the hands of someone who's going to hurt a lot of people if she gets them." He didn't sugar coat the answer, didn't have to, she was being trained to fight grimm, to take on a dark responsibility and fight for her people.
Holding her hand like a child was just embarrassing for everyone in the room.
But that didn't make swallowing that realization any easier. "You want me… to be the fall maiden?"
"Half maiden." Qrow corrected. "Until we can get the other half back."
Ironwood sighed, like they needed to remind everyone how dire the situation was, they'd never needed to 'select' a maiden before. The girls had always been free to choose the successor they felt best suited them. Mostly because only they could, but the inner circle had now seen three maiden transfers with this being the first that the horrible pressure of deciding the next had been given to them.
With only the winter maiden having been around long enough to have been a tenured maiden back before Ironwood or Qrow had ever thought about being hunters.
"But yes, we would like you to be a maiden." Ozpin confirmed. His voice level but also calming, understanding. It gave her room to back out if she didn't wish to continue.
"But why me? There are plenty of girls just as capable as me, or one of the older students perhaps? You surely have more choices than simply just me right?" Her voice was searching for something, well, specific. She wanted an out, she knew her responsibility to the people, she knew what she had to do to keep them safe, but she didn't want to lose herself to this shared soul and forced aura convergence, she wanted responsibility, but not that much responsibility.
"There are." Ozpin spoke with hesitation.
"But you're our first choice." Glynda quickly interrupted. Taking a stern tone as if to reassure Pyrrha that she wasn't their 5th pick.
"The other women in your combat class are… well.. Unfortunately, not the kind of women we would want to have that kind of power, the maiden powers demand responsibility, a sense of duty, they need to be able to work on a team." Ironwood spoke with some amount of ominous tension to his words.
"You already know of Miss Xiao-long, who is by far one of the best combatants, along with Miss Adel, they were both considered, but neither has your sense of duty or your keen wit for battle." Ozpin explained.
"And while Vacuo has many fine hunters and huntresses, none match up to what the other kingdoms can dish out this year." Glynda continued for him. "Meanwhile Lionheart has been excessively tightlipped on his contestants this year, but his team consisting of Miss Fall would be an excellent addition judging from her abilities and awareness, however we need someone we can trust."
"Which leaves Atlas." Ironwood picked up the conversation. "While we're testing to see the limitations of Miss Polendina both Miss Gold and Miss" He paused, mouth hanging open for a second like he was about to say something but then thought better of it. "Harpy."
He took a second and cleared his throat. "While both are adept fighters, the latter does not agree with authority, the former…. is .." His eyes moved over to Jaune, still standing in the corner of the room with his arms crossed over his chest. "Unpredictable."
"Why anyone on that team, besides Amelia, was allowed into Atlas military is far beyond me." Glynda said with an offhanded huff.
"They're kicking Beacon's ass aren't they?" Qrow said with no mirth or happiness to the jab, Ruby had been mopping for days after her loss. Losing in the first round was humiliating, Qrow felt for her and took no joy in knowing that the team that beat them really had no competition left at Beacon.
Besides Pyrrha Nikos.
Not her team, just her.
"So you understand why we came to you first." Ironwood brought the conversation back to the topic at hand.
"I do."
"Miss Nikos you don't need to decide now, you can take all the time you need." Ozpin offered.
"The maiden doesn't have much time left, Oz." Qrow reminded everyone, but mostly Pyrrha.
"She's just a girl, we can't ask her to make decisions like this-"
"Excuse me?" Pyrrha piped up, putting a hand halfway into the air with one finger pointed upwards. "May I ask a question, maybe a silly one. Why is Jaune here?"
Jaune didn't give any indication towards her question being upsetting to him, in fact he looked more bored than ever with that being brought up. It was clear he didn't really care much about this conversation at all really. Which was funny because of how important a role he played in all of it.
"A good question." Glynda clearly didn't like that he was being brought up, her 'teacherly' instinct leaning towards the idea that Jaune shouldn't have been told about all of this. And Judging from the air in the room, he was told without everyone else knowing about it first. "James, care to clear that up?"
"Of course." Ironwood spoke without acknowledging the obviously darker air, but also not ignorant of it. "Jaune Arc's semblance is so to empower the aura of those around him, at first it was only small amounts but each time he connects with another person his aura grows stronger, his semblance has even changed, no, he's found that it can even carry the effects of semblances over to other even if only in small amounts." Ironwood looked over at the blonde boy at the other side of the room, who was now blushing even ever so slightly at being talked about in such high regards. "If given the chance I'm sure he could make the Maiden's even stronger than they are, than they have ever been, and I'm certain with him leading them, they could turn the tide of this war."
"You make it sound like we're losing." Qrow scoffed.
"Aren't we, Qrow? Or do you actually forget about all the soldiers and civilians who die to grimm when you greet the bottom of a bottle?"
"James!" Glynda shouted at him, clearly that line had been uncalled for, a jab right to the older gentleman's throat. Even Pyrrha recoiled at the comment.
"Only if it's Gin." Qrow grumbled with as much nonchalance as he could muster.
"I've got some great Atlesian Gin we can share after this then." Ironwood offered with a smile, Glynda just putting a hand to her face.
"You're buying? Fuck, maybe it is the end of the world." He chuckled.
"You boys take years off my life." she groaned.
Ozpin was the one to reel everyone back in this time. "So if you decide to become our maiden, you'll be working very closely with Mr. Arc-"
"I'll do it." Pyrrha shouted over him, too quickly and much too loud.
"O-Oh." Glynda stammered.
"Good choice, Miss Nikos, I'm very proud of you." Ironwood put his hand on her shoulder, stealing her gaze from the blonde boy she'd been so desperate to reconnect with, by the time her eyes had travelled back he was already gone, the elevator doors closing.
The others coming together to congratulate her and sing her praise at making the right choice.
Why did she feel like she was doing the wrong thing then?
In the elevator Jaune just grit his teeth and punched the side, not even feeling the chrome bend against his knuckles. "Fuck! God damn it!" He roared into, for all that it mattered, the vacuum of space. "Fuck everything!"
He shut his eyes tight and punched the wall again.
Jaune had thought he buried all these ugly emotions, all that hatred, that he'd pushed past it. Hell he had! But he didn't want to spend everyday with the person who had knowingly sold him down the river, thrown him under the bus, stabbed him in the back.
Even if he was thankful she had, even if he wished she'd done it sooner so he could be the people he loved sooner. He wanted nothing to do with her, and never wanted to see her again for the rest of his life!
He took no joy in beating her or anyone else, besides the pride in his girls doing so well.
There was no malice.
No hatred.
But why did his fate have to be tied to someone he despised looking at!?
WHY WHY WHY!
"Fuck this bullshit!" He punched again this time leaving a dent right as the doors opened up, he stormed out leaving two very confused students to stammer at the bundle of rage stampeding out of the lobby.
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"Beers! Brewskis! Vodka! Whisky! Rum!" Amber practically bounced up and down the sidewalk with each step, setting Jaune walk behind her watching that perfect round ass bounce with each of her steps. "Jaune, this is going to be off the chain!"
"I mean, I'm still trying to wrap my head around it." He shook said head from side to side, in utter disbelief of what was going on. It all seemed so surreal. "This isn't a joke, right, like for real this time?"
"Jaune, Baby, Boobear, Love to my humps and dump like my truck. You don't need to ask me before we get in the store, while we're picking out the beer, while we're picking out the Rum, while we're checking it out, while buying condoms and then again when we're buying a second box because we realized those wont fit, and now again while we're getting back to campus." She took a breath and let out a weak little fake cough, like that list was so long it about killed her. "We wanna rock your world like it's the stone age, baby, now stop thinking about it and just nut in some hotties, dude."
"Now see, you say that, but the -way- you said it makes me feel like this is all a weird fever dream and I'm actually just dying in the snow outside of Argos." He rolled his wrist in her direction.
She put a finger to her lips, stopping in along their path to look up and truly think about that. Think about it with all the force of someone contemplating the true meaning of existence, for what really was the difference between living and eternal life, or a true existence? Who's to say what a true existence is when your life had been garnered only by experience, even if only an expression of the delirious mind or false memories are they not real when any memory is only as tangible as the fleeting moment it was lived?
Her brow furrowed with the complex questions of lived experience and if a person was not just made up of these moments then was a memory only experienced in solitude not equally as shaping, as real as a dream or delusion?
"No…you wouldn't have made it far enough out to die in the snow if I hadn't found you first." She concluded, carrying on as though nothing had happened, her pert round butt jiggling the confines of her near underwear booty short jeans. "Besides, that ass; too hot, you'd melt the snow."
Truly a wondrous thing, the mind of Amber Gold.
"You're absurd, Amber." His words rattling off into a chuckle. "Also aren't you, like, stupidly strong? Shouldn't you be carrying all these bottles?" His gaze followed her looking back at him only for a brief second before her eyes got caught by something in a nearby window, her attention completely stolen by something remotely shiny. "- And she's over there now."
"Jaune what is that?!" Amber pressed her face up against the glass, her face smearing against it, nose bending a weird way and lips slightly parted, much to the sheer horror of the receptionist inside.
Though it wasn't the receptionist that Amber was looking at, instead it was one woman laying face down in a chair while a man was hunched over her back, looking like he was drawing on her back. The whole thing looked almost medical or like dentist work if it wasn't obvious he wasn't working on her mouth.
"That's a tattoo parlor." Jaune pointed out the art on the walls and then to all the tapestry of personal artwork all over the woman's skin who was having work done. He noticed Amber's tail wagging wildly and hitting against his side. He pulled back so she wouldn't fog up their window anymore.
"Like the paintings Harpy has on her skin?"
"Yeah, like that." Though Jaune suspected most of hers were done in juive hall instead of by a professional. "Hey… I wanted to apologise, I was… well I was a dick to you, and Harpy. She's cooler than I gave her credit for."
"Well that's kind of the point." When Jaune stared at her blankly she just blinked at him. "Harpy wants you to be a dick to her."
"Come again?"
"Hopefully." Amber simply replied.
"What?" Jaune was even more confused.
"Harpy wants you to be mean to her, Jaune please tell me you understood that." Jaune tried to picture Harpy liking anyone insulting her, she just got more mad whenever he.. .well whenever he did anything.
"Okay." She stopped him again along the sidewalk, looking very sternly at him and putting her knuckles against her hips. Leaning forwards so the long line of her creamy sunkissed titflesh was on full display. "Listen to me very closely, Jaune, do you know how to dom?"
"Like play dominos?"
"No."
"Then, yeah, no I do not. Is that like a sub sandwich place?" He tilted his head to the side, trying hard not to look at the wonderful line of her chest in that loose, barely zipped up sweater.
"Jaune, you're going to stuff me full of Arc-dong later, you can look at my tits." She huffed. "Actually, please do, you need to stop acting like a virgin."
"I am a virgin though!" He protested, eyes looking around to make sure no one was listening to this horribly embarrassing conversation.
"But you can't act like it though!" She protested. "You're my master and Pale's lover but you need to be Harpy's dominant, the person who controls her. She should be moaning your name and panting like a dog when you're done!"
"Okay, jeez I get it!" Jaune tried to calm her down, eyes still avoiding her round perfect, jiggling breasts, swaying from side to side with her movements.
"Jaune." She paused. "Look at my tits."
"I- We're in public!"
"Harpy wants you to walk her around like a dog in a public park, looking at your pet when she's throwing herself at you, shouldn't make you blush like a fourteen year old boy." She Chided with a heavy sigh.
Finally Jaune pulled his eyes towards her, making an awkward face and as they drew towards the fine line of her pushed together tits, her hands on either side making the orbs of perfect titflesh even more evident, practically bursting from her ratty sweater. "A-amber!"
"Jaune, you're going to be seeing me naked soon."
"I-, I'm just not used to this!" Already looking away, unsure what to do with his hands, idly stepping from side to side, the rattling of the bottles, still in bags by his sides, clinking together. "It still feels weird to do things with someone other than Pale."
"Do you not want to do it with me?" There wasn't any judgement in her voice, or hurt, she was simply asking, genuinely curious of what he really wanted.
"No! Of course I do… I just.. It's so sudden, it's so far out of my comfort zone and there's… Well… I'm worried I'm going to be bad at it." He grumbled, setting down the bags with a huff and turning so his back was against the brick wall, finally admitting to himself why he was so anxious about this. "It's a lot of pressure to impress three girls, most having so much more experience than me. Pale has been with guys before, Harpy has, it's really just you and me who are new to this, and you and harpy have already done it, so it's really just me."
A hand ran through his hair, patting over his hair in a small comforting manner. "Jaune, you're really going to do fine. Pale and I are just happy to be with you, we always will be. Besides if Pale's right, you really -can't- disappoint us."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Jaune felt a laugh edge on the corner of his tone, looking up and her and straightening his back so that he was only that little bit taller than her.
"You'll find out, don't worry." She gave him a wink. "Harpy is the only one who isn't going to be honest with you, she likes you, she wants to at least. BUUTT, see she likes things I can't do for her."
"Like… dick stuff?" Jaune tried to clear up.
"No. Well, Yes. But also, other things, that sometimes involve dicks." Though despite her best efforts she didn't clear up anything at all. "See, Jaune, when a man and a woman love each other very much, she wants him to just beat the shit out of her."
Jaune stared at her.
He blinked.
"What?"
"Like just punch her right across the face, as hard as he can."
He looked above her, to the left and right, not really expecting what to find. Then back down directly into her eyes.
He blinked.
"What?"
"Jaune, she wants you to be rough with her, degrade her, slap her, bite her, put a collar around her throat and treat her like an animal." she paused. "Okay I want that last one too, but wait, just… Okay, so she gets off on fighting for affirmation, she wants you to hit her because she likes pain, and she likes being degraded and taken control of."
He blinked
"Jaune, if you say 'what' I swear I will peg you."
His mouth opened but the look on her face made it clear she didn't want to hear it.
"R-right. Okay, but, consider; I've never done that, and don't know how to, I've never even hit a woman before. I can barely look at bre-T-tits without, well, stammering like that." Jaune found his eyes looming over the sight of her overly exposed titflesh.
Fingers found his, hand slipping into the perfect empty space of his own, like a dichromatic artwork where the silhouette of one half completed the image of the other. Amber just smiled and looked up at him. "You don't 'have' to do this, your comfort is important too, your boundaries. If you don't want to boss Harpy around, or play with anyone besides Pale, you're allowed to say no."
"I-" he stammered but she interrupted him before he could continue.
"But if you're worried that you won't be good enough or that you wont know what to do then you're just being silly. Jaune we're here for you, as much as you learn how to treat us, we need to learn how to treat you too, we all need to learn whatever likes, doesn't like. We're all in this boat together and it's scary and weird, but I love all of you and want everyone to feel good and love each other the same way." Her face was a bright smile but he could feel through her hand the sense of worry, anxiety that was harboring just under the surface, even so her determination and excitement masked it so well.
She was just as scared she'd mess it up as he was, but she wanted to push forward for him.
Seriously, Jaune thought to himself, what did I ever do to deserve someone so wonderful in my life?
"Well I suppose it can't hurt to try, Harpy already thinks I'm a fuck up, so worst case, I jsut prove her right, right?'' ruffling up his own hair he gave her a small, conspiratorial wink. When the wolf girl returned it he picked up their bags of booze and returned to their trip back to campus., ready, and albeit worried, to throw themselves into the unknown once again.
Just like before.
Always together.
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"Okay but really F's?" Harpy looked baffled at the hled up melons of impossible fun that Pale supported from her chest. "I mean I thought mine were big at D's. That's absurd."
"Well you always bind them flat for training so it's hard to really appreciate them." Pale tried to reason, maybe in hopes of making Harpy feel better but honestly the punk rock chick, green of hair, big of ass, didn't seem to care she had a smaller bust, instead she was whole fixated on leering at Pale's stupidly impressive chest.
"I didn't even know it went up to F. Like I mean I know, porn exists but like, these are natural right?"
"Harpy, this is really embarrassing." Pale tried to divert the conversation especially because they both knew there was no way tits that bouncy and soft were fake, they were all natural and have the little give of weight to prove it.
Even if pale did try to keep them perky with pushup bras and back exercises, she was all too familiar with droop. Honestly she'd have to get a boob job to keep them perky and bouncy when she was older. Still even without any work they were practically gravity defying, impossible melons of logic defying softness.
Melon's Harpy was shamelessly ogling when the door opened up and their roommates and respective partners walked back in. "Wazzup home slice?"
Amber's loud voice broke Harpy out of her daze and made both Jaune and the punk rocker groan in pure kid-like cringe. Which of course didn't stop Pale from coming over and embracing her, giving her a hug that bordered on more than friendly with the way Amber's head was so enviably pushed into her chest.
"Welcome home! I have to admit I'm still so nervous about this." the Amazonian of a woman laughed a little at herself, obviously eager but not wanting to seem too eager. "How was shopping?"
"Mrrppher, hurmph- GAH!" The wolf girl pushed her head out from between the suffocating confines of pure heavenly bliss and put her hands on Pale's shoulders to steady herself while she took a dramatically desperate breath.
"Took us a little longer than we thought." Jaune bashfully explained, not wanting to mention that the reason it took so long was because of his anxieties, his lack of understanding in regards to which craft beers were good.
As they found out from someone who makes craft beers, none of them. So they got some beer-chain beer instead and decided to focus on mixed drinks.
In addition to the fact they had two take two trips to get him condoms, when he tried on the regular they… well they didn't fit. Hell, the ones they did get were still a little tight.
"Don't know what you guys have to be nervous about, it's just Jaune. You two have such low standards." Harpy flippantly waved her hand to dismiss their concerns. "It's a guy, just show him your tits and he's already impressed, you don't really need to put in effort for them, especially V-membership carried for life, like fuck-knuckles." Like she also hadn't just been enamoured with a nice pair of tits.
Jaune felt his jaw set, god, fuck why was she such a miserable person to be around?
"Oh, like you're going to blow his mind with a handjob and a bad attitude?" Pale just smirked, giving her best- fake- 'was that me?' face when she said it.
"I'm not going near that thing-" Waving her hand in the direction of Jaune in general "- I'm just here to make sure he treats Amber right and so I can show you how an orgasm really feels." her words carried with them all the bravado of her casanova persona, but it didn't have any depth to it, no heat to her voice, just pure unconstituted confidence.
"Harpy you really are something else." Jaune just shook his head, and despite that the punk across from him seemed all too pleased with herself as though that was the greatest compliment he could give her.
Jaune put the bags in the fridge and fished out the supplies they'd gotten for this. At Amber's behest he'd gotten lube, two boxes of extra strength, fire and ice condoms, ribbed around the base. Did that really do anything? He doubted it, but got them anyway. In addition he got one of those sleep cap blindfolds and… he couldn't believe she'd talked him into this, a collar and leash from a pet store, the collar black with spikes on it and the leash and arm length chain one.
Boy had he gotten weird looks leaving the store with a wolf faunus and all of that in tow.
"So how are we doing this?" Pale made idle with her hands, flattening out any lines in the beds before sitting down on the nearest one, Jaune's, and planting her hands squarely in her lap. Only the tiniest movement of her finger tips tapping together giving way to her nerves. "I did a little research into this…"
"Only you would make sex into a class." Harpy muttered.
"I mean… it is a class, Harpy. Sex ed is already a thing." The fridge door closed as Jaune turned to give her a sidelong glance from the corner of the room.
"I-" Harpy stared at him, trying to come up with a come back but honestly just staring in disbelief that she forgot sex ed was a thing.
"AND" Pale brought them back to the present. "I learned that like, communication is key, especially with new partners, and well.." She looked at the group. "We are one of the lowest achieving teams right now. There isn't a teacher here who would say we work well together, not to mention most of us have yet to even have proper amounts of intimacy with our partners…"
She sighed and leaned against the wall behind her, her legs only slightly spread to show off the plush lap of her thighs, pushing out around the hem of her casual pajama shorts. Her simple white top loosened on her arms and stomach but wrapped tight around her arms and shoulders because of how much fabric her chest took up. Not to mention her height pulling it up to show off her adorable little belly button and little bit of tummy.
"Okay, I'm doing fine, it's the rest of you that need to keep up." Harpy stated proudly.
"You're failing both of our history courses." Amber reminded her with a flat matter of fact tone.
"Well there's two of them, they're confusing!"
"Pale's right. Maybe some communication can help, why don't we lay down some ground rules, kind of go over what we want from tonight, it's good practice for later, but it's extra important here." Jaune's voice carried with it a surprising amount of authority. He hadn't expected himself to speak, only realizing he was doing it when the words had finished leaving his mouth and realized that no one else had said that instead.
Honestly it seemed like everyone was a little shocked, even Harpy was looking at him without a sly remark on her lips.
Then it happened again, confidence surged in him, it felt good, his voice was commanding, but not demanding, it was soft but held a strong hand behind it. "Pale, you said you were doing research, so is there anything we should do to prepare beforehand?"
"I-" She blinked, already sitting up straight as and answering like she was in a classroom and a teacher had asked her a question. "It's important to set boundaries and also have phrases or words you can say to indicate the need to slow down or wanting to stop entirely, safe words."
"Good we can think on that while we talk-"
"And Drink" Amber butted in.
"And drink, yes." Jaune amended, smiling over at Amber, and with everyone looking at him, he felt; Strong. Not unlike himself, it didn't feel out of character, but like, like he finally fit into that confident suave persona he always held, but it felt more confident on him.
Not unlike that time he'd tried to embody Clover or Ironwood, but this time it was different, it was all him. He didn't feel different, just more sure of himself, like he already knew the answer, it was just laying dormant for him to take it.
"Finally, I've been waiting for you to shut up so we can drink." Harpy tried to sound tough but she was a little shaken, it kind of looked like everyone was, besides Amber who just beamed with the brightest smile.
Jaune had taken charge before but it was always, Jaune arc the drop out failure trying to win people over with smiles and his goofy nature. This was the Jaune arc that only came out when he was sitting in a classroom pouring over tactics and dioramas. When he got that serious look on his face right in the middle of training, when he seemed so unlike his goofy self.
It was always when one of them needed him, or when his brain drifted towards needing to make sure his friends and teammates were safe. Whenever the thought 'what if I need to know this for -THEM-' came to mind, his face grew more angular, his eyes sharper and that sense of childishness left, leaving only determination and commitment.
"Gin for mee~" Harpy whistled, taking the entire bottle and cracking it open without reaching for mix. "Minus the tonic, gods bless you Amber, you're a saint."
"I'll just have a cranberry juice with ice please." Pale raised her hand.
"RUM AND COKE, RUM AND COKE!" Chanted Amber from the back.
"You're having a drink, Pale." Harpy chided. "Otherwise we're all intoxicated and you're taking advantage of us!"
"That's not how that works if you give me consent beforehand." Pale glared over at her. "And while I'm not here to condone peer pressure, that would require us to qualify for the prefix."
"Cheers, I'll drink to that." Harpy raised her gin and put the bottle right to her lips, not even flinching at the pure, liver destroying taste.
"Fine, Jaune, can you mix me a vodka cranberry please?" Pale just rolled her eyes and accepted the glass with grace in both hands.
"RUM AN-" Jaune handed Amber her drink and her chanting ended with a "YAAAY!"
To which he felt rather bland just simply cracking up a can of some mid shelf beer, slurping the foam that spilled out over the lip. It wasn't great but honestly he was just here to have a good time, not get too drunk and make an ass of himself. Besides he hadn't gotten the chance to really go party at Beacon so when it came to his tolerance level, it was vastly below average.
"You're a shit teammate, but you pick out some fine gin." Harpy waved the bottle towards him in a mocking salute.
"That's probably the closest thing to a compliment I'm going to get, huh?" Jaune rolled his eyes.
Amber was hurriedly chugging down her drink while everyone patiently sipped theirs, emptying the glass and shaking her violently at the sensation of alcohol going to her head "'Nother!"
"Whoa slow down, baby girl." Pale ran her hand over Amber's head making the wolf girl melt and visibly shiver from the sensation of being pat, mewling at the way it roamed over her fur and even shaking her left leg in excitement. "We've got all night." A small pause. "Speaking off, Jaune if I'm drinking, you're drinking too, real drinks not 3% canned piss."
Everyone looked at the normally dignified Pale with a flush of confusion on their faces. It was practical pg-13 but hearing her say 'piss' was an outlandish curse for the Atlesian heiress. "What? You're the ones who wanted me to drink."
"Fine, alright what's good?" Jaune shouldn't have asked and realized his mistake the second that Harpy handed him the bottle of gin. When he pushed it away he sighed and went looking for something else.
"Oh fucking-" Harpy groaned and got up taking the bottles and mixes with her over to the table, taking out one after the other, reading each label and sorting them by seemingly colour, no that changed, perhaps…. Alcohol percentage? "Slice of lime…"
She started to cut down the lime, pouring ice into a glass and rimming the edge with the side of lime. She took some bourbon, setting it over the ice so that it filled a 4th of it. Spilled irish whisky over it, half as much, mixed in a spirts of lime and then filled the glass with grape drink. Mixed, lime peel garnish, and- "The sour bitch, you wont know why you like it, but you'll fucking love it."
Again everyone was awestruck by her just whipping that out, even if it was simple as far as cocktails go."I took a class back when I thought I'd be a hot bartender at a strip club." She shrugged.
"What happened?" Jaune asked while Amber handed her the wolf girl's empty glass to do the same thing to it.
"They don't let fifteen year olds work at strip clubs." her words carried no sense of humour to them, absolutely wild. Still they couldn't help but crack a smile. "Still, I picked up a thing or two, like how to make a not boring drink. And how to pick cards out of people's pockets, useful life skills really."
When she was finished making a drink for Amber, she handed the wolf girl back her glass and took her seat back against the leg of the bed with her bottle of gin in hand. "So are we just going to sit around an pretend you guys aren't going to fuck?"
"Harpy!" Pale sounded aghast at how blatant it was, cheeks getting red with more than just the ember tongue of alcohol.
"Hey, it's true, you are, and when you finally need to get off, I'll step in, don't worry princess." Her sly confidence came back ten fold.
"I think I can handle that, don't worry, you'll just be sitting back and watching." Jaune tried to bring back that confidence he had before, but it was duller, more forced and he could feel it. Still Harpy didn't bite back with sarcasm instead rolling her eyes and avoiding his gaze.
"You don't need to be so crude about it. We're… uh, Sharing an experience as lovers and friends, wanting to make our partners happy and fulfilling fantasies." Pale tried to doll it up but no one in the room was seeing it for something else. They were horny, and hot for each other like the surface of a star.
"Cool, so when are you going to start touching each other's sex bits?" Harpy said even more callously than her previous statements.
"Do you always have to be so rude? Haven't you ever heard that if you don't have anything nice to say, you shouldn't say anything at all?" Jaune rolled his eyes, taking another sip from his glass, even if he did love the textured flavour over his tongue, the bitterness reminded him too much of the person who made it.
"Everything I say is nice, because I'm the one saying it. Besides who gave you that fortune cookie wisdom, your mom?" Harpy retorted, gulping down her drink.
Jaune just stared at her. "I mean… Yes, mostly my sisters, but like, who else would have told me that?"
Harpy stopped drinking and looked at him, staring for a second before then turning to look at a wall. Pushing the glass deeper into her mouth to take greedily from its contents rather than answer that question.
"You have sisters?" Was all she managed to ask.
"You didn't know that?" Amber quirked her eyebrow at her partner. "We've been teammates for like a month now… Harpy.. Do, do you know anything about Jaune?"
The green haired girl avoided the gaze of everyone in the room. "W-why would I? I, He's dumb, whats the point?"
"You're ridiculous." Pale laughed, hand reaching out and rustling the green locks just a short lean away. Making the punk-esk girl recoil from the touch more out of annoyance than anything else. "Alright hunni-bunni-" Referring to Harpy "What do you suggest we do if you're the one in charge?"
Harpy just adjusted in her seat, obviously uncomfortable with the sudden attention, all of the room's eyes on her. "I don't know, like, how about you do more than sit and drink? Ever thought about touching each other?"
"And what do you suggest, new fearless leader?" shot her a quick wink, watching everyone in the room nervously sip on their drinks, the time they all thought they were prepared for drawing closer and the nerves jumping up faster than drinks could push them back down. "Jump right into it?"
"Nah. I want to watch you flounder a bit, loosen things up a bit before you fuck it all up royally." Harpy smirked, even though she said it with such malice, Jaune could tell there was something else. A lingering edge of something else clung to her words, it was fondness even if it didn't seem like it, there was no real malice behind her words.
"You've got ideas, Harp, what's kicking around in your noggin'?" Amber leaned forward and placed her empty glass against the table and reached greedily for the glass in Harpy's hands.
Harpy lingered her gaze from one person to the other, holding it on Jaune for just a second longer than normal, he couldn't help but see something behind her eyes, behind that passive mischievous glare. She was asking him for permission, silently, maybe not even consciously, but she wanted someone to tell her it was okay to make the suggestion she had between her ears.
"Go on, you've got an idea don't you?" Jaune didn't know where that voice that slipped out of him came from. It was low, somewhere in this throat but also felt natural, it was like he was talking without that pestering voice telling him to try and act cool.
Something flared to life behind Harpy's eyes, teeth found her lip. It was subtle and he was pretty sure that no one else saw it but there was a look that flashed over her features like excitement, before she rolled it over with her features and put back on that mildly amused disinterested glares.
"Yeah I got something. Take a shot Jaune."
"That all?" Amber practically purred, and Jaune realized all too late he was being played, that Amber and her had already planned this little stunt out, his eyes flickered over to Pale and the eager smile on her face made it clear she was in on the con too.
"Of course not, Take a shot, out of Amber's mouth." the smile that spread across Harpy's mouth was downright evil, she either wanted to see it really badly, or wanted Jaune to pussy out.
"W-what?" Jaune's face twinged, "H-how does that even work?"
"I pour alcohol into her mouth, you press your lips to hers and she pours it in yours, you do know how to kiss a girl right?" Harpy raised an eyebrow at him, wiggling them as her eyes darted over to Pale, "Since you don't, boy Pale, do I have a treat for you later."
Pale just stuck her tongue out at the punk girl, eyes rolling so far back she was sure if they would come back. Everyone turning their attention to Amber just filling her mouth with a mix of rum and coke before waving Jaune over. Her cheeks puffing up with how much she poured in, frantically waving her arms against the biting taste of alcohol sitting on her tongue.
Jaune got about as close as he could before his wolf-girl companion dove forward and pressed her lips to his, tongue pushing past his lips with the sweet and bitter taste of rum and coke pouring from her mouth into his. Spilling out over his chin and dripping down onto her chest pressed firmly against his.
Which wasn't the best idea for a slightly more than tispy sir Arc, her body pressed so firmly against his that it wasn't long before she had tipped him over and was pushing him down onto the ground with a thud.
Ass sticking in the air with her tail wagging frantically back and forth, happily kissing her best friend more fervently now that the barely thinned veil of him taking a shot from her, not eagerly grabbing onto his chin and licking over his face, cheeks, over his closed eyelid slobbering all over his smiling and laughing expression. "A-Amber! Amber- ca-come on! Ahaha!"
Her tongue ran over him in a way that was as far from sexy as you could make it but Jaune would be lying if he didn't feel it doing something for him, the way she was silhouetted by the lamp light and just pure love in her eyes. "Okay just one more~"
And she dove down again to press her lips against his, only raising up once she was finally content with making a mess of his face, swinging her leg off his lap and standing up with a bounce. "I'd say that got him all prepped up and ready to go."
Jaune, of whom, sat up much slower, collar down over his shoulder with his hair bent in weird places, obvious slathering of spit and slobber all over his complexion. "W-wha? Ri-right everyone else, I uhh… Shit wow. Hi everyone, how are all of you doing?" Jaune said to everyone and no one altogether.
"Having fun tiger? Better save some for me~" Pale practically purred, leering down at him with unrestrained lust, her watching these girls fawn over him was really getting her going wasn't it? Meanwhile he couldn't help but notice the death stare and bright pink face of Harpy looking at him with… equal amounts of lust? Had she always looked at him like that? She was sure it had been hatred before but it didn't seem any different from before, he could just tell it was… well, something else, desire, jealousy, a need to prove she was better.
"Sorry, need a second after that one." He murmured.
"Good~" Amber just growled low in her throat.
"I'll have to remind you why you like my lips the best then." Pale just snickered Leaning down and prepping hers to his. They were softer than Amber's, less intent but just as eager and loving. When she pulled back from the, all things considered, chaste affection she looked at him with so much love and care.
In so many ways she was just happy to see him happy. To see that Amber had made him feel good.
"Right, alright, Amelia, I think it's your turn." Pale looked a little surprised, seeing the almost cocky face of her boyfriend looking back at her, obviously ready to treat her to the wonderful plethora of girls before them. "Find out which girl is the better kisser, Harpy or Amber."
"Hey fine by me, whichever girl you want me to impress first, lover boy." Harpy just shrugged, getting out of her seat, a little tipsy now and padding her way over to Pale, a wet faced Amber joining her on the other side, though it was the pink punk who managed to get to the winter heiress first, putting a hand under her chin and drawing her face upwards.
Jaune could tell just from the way that Pale looked up at the delinquent she was trying to put on a face of being unimpressed, she didn't want to find Harpy attractive or like how she was dominant, but there was a twinkle in her eyes, the kind of look she only ever got when Jaune got more aggressive with her.
While Pale loved to be a soft almostly motherly lover, hugging Jaune and letting him know how much she loved him, but, they'd be lying if they hadn't tried a little more aggression and assertiveness from both of them. Pale hadn't been as into it but truly did unlock something in herself when Jaune got rough with her.
And that same look reflected back in Harpy's eyes, she could tell just how much Pale responded to a strong force, a little push, fingers hooking around her jaw, and leaned forward to press plush full lips against plush full lips. Jaune could see Pale shudder, watching the other girl keep her eyes leering down at her, only briefly looking over at him as if to say 'like what you see?' before returning to lavishing Pale's mouth with her tongue and teeth.
It was a sloppy, wet spit connecting their tongues when Harpy pulled back, only for Pale's head to get pulled to the side so Amber could press her lips more gently to fill the space. Though Harpy didn't seem to mind she got to work adding her own form of affection to the mix, kissing at Pale's neck and letting her tongue drag up the sensitive flesh of her throat. Amber and Pale made more love to each other than Harpy's aggressive make out session, Harpy was interested in making Palee breathless with wild movements and expertise with her soft and dexterous mouth, while Amber just wanted to have a soft pleasant kiss, parting their lips and letting their tongues dance around each other in slow sloppy motions.
And honestly Jaune couldn't lie, when Pale moved back to start kissing Harpy and Amber stuck her tongue and ran it around the dish of her affection's ear. Something about the sight was getting him going, feeling his cock get hard against his pants. He could tell now exactly why Pale liked it so much, she looks so sexy getting off, so beautiful with gorgeous women kissing and sucking on her flesh.
He didn't quite understand because there was still some hangup about seeing her do this with a man, but he thought about it for a second and figured that if they both found a guy they liked, respected and knew as well as they knew Amber…
It really was a trust thing, wasn't it? He trusted Amber and Pale more than anything and he doubted that Harpy could really do anything for his girlfriend that he couldn't.
Which of course became evidently clear when Pale broke her lips away from the punks and looked back over at him with a wink. "Mmm it's so hard to decide, I think I have to give this one to Amber though, I like it slow, Harp."
Though even as she said that she playfully swatted at Harpy's ass, making it jiggle in the confines of her tight jeans.
"What?" Harpy actually looked a little shocked, she must have thought she was doing really well, a little flustered and even maybe a little hurt she tried to play it off, shrugging and taking a step back towards her seat. "Whatever, your frame of reference is probably just skewed, with Jaune as the only notch in your belt it's hard to really tell what's good or not."
"Yeah because you're an expert then?" Pale retorted "Because you are so much better than him at this? Sounds like a whole lot of hot air from someone who doesn't know what they're talking about."
"I know enough." Harpy tried to reason, sounding less and less committal, a little sweat forming at the back of her neck. "I know I'm a better kisser than Jaune, That's for sure."
"Well there are two girls in this room who have kissed both now." Pale looked over at Amber and the two shared a sly look.
"Yeah Harpy, how can you know if you're better, if you've never tried?" Amber just smiled and crawled up next to her, arms coiling around her back and pulling her into a hug, teeth grinding against her earlobe, making Harpy's eyes rollback but this time in pleasure more than annoyance.
"I don't care h-aH~ahhh! A-amber! St-toaahaha!" Harpy pulled her head back and took a sharp breath in trying to calm the heat down, boiling in her gut. "I'm not kissing Juane, not on your life."
"You wish, baby." Jaune leaned back in his chair more and started pouring more drinks for him and Amber.
"Quite, fuck you as well, douchebag." Harpy flipped him off and kissed Amber on the cheek. "Fine, I can prove I'm better than him, without kissing him too." Standing up to her feet and turning with the sway of her wide, muscle toned hips towards the leaned back blonde man in his chair.
She stood up and walked towards him, gritting her teeth and walking towards the seated man until he had practically fallen over with her form looming over him. "H-arp-"
"Shut up." She cut him off and leaned over him with her hands on the armrests beside his chair pushing her face under his chin. She opened her mouth and a waft of warm breath tickled the hairs on his neck, he tried to avoid looking at anyone in the room but the way that Amber and Pale were enraptured by the sight of Harpy's fat ass wiggling from side to side while she worked up the courage to actually do it was something Jaune couldn't miss. Harpy sat there for only a second, another hot breath seeping over his flesh in a wave.
Both the other girls had completely different reactions, Pale fidgeting almost restlessly, she had Jaune hadn't done something like this before, she'd never done anything rough with him before, had he wanted something like this? Did he like this?
Meanwhile Amber was practically vibrating with excitement, looking at her girlfriend intently.
"Fuck it." Harpy growled and finally dove forward, closing the distance and moving her hand from the armrest to his chest to actually have some leverage while her soft lips pressed against his throat. For a second he thought she was just kissing him, then he felt the hard edges of her teeth. First only felt them, then they closed on a nape of his throat and he panicked for a second thinking that maybe she was really going to bite through.
She didn't, instead she nipped at him and sucked in, pulling at the sensitive flesh of his neck and making his entire body go stiff from the little jolt of pleasure that ran through his body. Eyes shutting with the little nipping pain that precede each little jolt of sporadic electricity.
Jaune leaned away from it, no, rather he pushed his neck into it, eyes only fluttering open with a sharp inhale. Which really opened something up in the punk bitch biting him, her hand moving from the armrest up to his chin, her body settling down on him more easily in the natural way she took dominance over him. She bit harder, sucking against his flesh on instinct rather than intent.
He moaned, it was soft, barely a sound but it made Harpy recoil from him like she'd been slapped, face equally red to his, their eyes locking together in commonality of surprise. Utterly shocked by how easily they'd gotten into it, and by the fact they both enjoyed it.
With her leg lifting in an arch she got off of his lap, refusing to meet his gaze again with an angry expression glaring down at Amber. Meanwhile Pale and Jaune were just sharing a look, almost as if they were asking each other if that was okay, with the obvious answer between them that it was. Hell, Pale was staring at him with a renewed look of lust, like she wanted now more than ever to jump him, seeing him in so much pleasure, she wanted to add more and more onto it, she told herself it was because she wanted to see if she could make him moan with her teeth, but in reality she just found him in the throes of pleasure to be the single sexiest thing she'd ever seen.
He wasn't sure why, but Pale and Amber must have decided something because Pale got to her feet, spinning in place with a small twirl. Trying to draw the eye of both Harpy and Jaune back to the other two in this apparent foursome, the more wolfish of the group pumping her arms up and down, beginning to raise her voice.
"PALE, PALE, PALE!" Amber chanted, Pale's fingers coiling under the hem of her shirt, peeling it up to reveal the thinness of her waist in comparison to her hips, it almost looked surreal, completely in contrast to the ampleness of her body, she worked out but even that couldn't keep a layer of perfect plumpness to her. She pulled up higher, getting to her bust and needing to actually strain the fabric around her massive mounds of titflesh. Unintentionally lifting her bust and letting her tits, still covered in her bra spring free from the confines of her top , jiggling like jello in the bouncing confines of what little clothing she wore.
They weren't just massive, it was the way her bra held them up, made them look like perfect orbs of squishy meat that practically defied laws of physics. Her arms were strong but not bulky and her body obviously had muscle but no matter how hard she tried that sexy form never turned into a more tomboyish physique. Which worked for girls like Harpy or Amber but would have looked odd on pale.
"Holy fuck." Harpy Whispered, practically drooling at the sight. "Girl I knew you were stacked, but these are amazing." To which her hands started to inch towards, almost unconsciously of the pink haired punk.
Pale just slapped her hand away. "That's for later, don't go skipping the foreplay now." and gave her the slyest of winks. "Oh it feels good to let the girls out, that shirt is so tight. Jaune you too now."
Jaune and Amber didn't even respond, both just staring intently at the swaying, bouncing, perfect pair of blemishless snow white fuck muffins. "Jaune." She snapped in the air this time.
"Huh?" He stared blankly at Pale, then looked over at Harpy who had left his personal space.
"Well we can't get started if you don't take some clothes off. So get stripping boy, matchy matchy, lose that shirt!" Amber cheered, tossing an ice cube at him that bounced harmlessly off his chest.
"RIGHT!" He said a little too loud. Wiping the gobsmacked expression off the blank sheet of his visage. Clearly not realizing that he was going to be stripping until he had already started. He tried to compose himself but probably just made himself look even more drunk, leaning back to grab at the hem of his own shirt, pulling it up just a little to get a better grip and struggled with it for longer than he liked as it worked over his form. Then cross armed he tossed it over his head and looked at the weirdly shocked face of everyone around him. "W-what?"
For those watching, and not Jaune himself, what they saw was Jaune lean back slightly and pull on his shirt, revealing a perfect line of his abdominals and that wonderful 'V' shape that lead down towards his pelvis. He left it there to cross his arms over his chest and for the first time everyone got to see him really flex, see how much his muscles had been building since Amber had been training him.
It was a little dehydration from the drinking but his body was tight, a thin layer of sweat clinging to it, and the heat of the room making him look only that much more chiseled and shiny. Then he pulled up more and the accidental pose made his abs look even better, they didn't have this definition standing up but it was amazing to see, each line formed from the hammer of effort and dedication.
Then he pulled the shirt past his shoulders and over his head and Harpy practically choked, sucking in air through her teeth and leering over his body. She was sure she had been a lesbian, that sometimes would kiss a pretty guy if she wanted to tease him, up until this moment where for the first time in her life she understood.
Then his shirt was down and Jaune's dopey face was looking back at theirs. "W-what?"
"Thats so fucking unfair, I hate you." Harpy growled and tossed a pillow at him.
"I don't-" He caught the pillow after it hit him in the gut and lobbed it back to her. "What are we talking about?"
Pale was the one to answer this time, marching towards him and pushing her massive perfect tits against his rugged muscular chest, in that way that they started to pillow and conform to the lines of his more defined body.
"The two of you are beautiful and I hate you." Harpy just groaned, taking another long drag from her bottle. "I hate this game, why did you have to be hot? FUUUUU-"
"I…" Jaune realized Harpy just called him hot and honestly did not know how to process that information.
"Alright almost done." Pale purred into his ears, getting close enough that the soft velvet of her skin brushed up against his shoulder, placing the massive weight of her chest on his shoulders. "Take it off baby, let's show Amber what we're playing with." Her voice coiling into his ear in wispy mist that collected like steam around his collar. "Wanna help him out, Amber?"
"My pleasure~" Amber giggled, gliding towards him on all fours, her backside wagging back and forth with the sway of her hips in each and every step. One knee, swaying her hips, one hand, pushing past her tits and pressing them together to show a perfect deep line of cleavage. One knee, her tail swishing through the air, one hand, pulling her so that her face was brushing against his thigh.
Amber looked up at him, adoration gleaming in her eyes, watching them shut as she pressed her face against his crotch, feeling the throbbing heat of his cock, mewling in some deep need, low and rough in her throat. She nuzzled against that tent in his pants, feeling it twitch with the soft sensation of his cheek. She gasped, feeling it move, feeling his heat, his lust.
"Is this for me?" She asked ever so innocently.
"I-Holy shit." Jaune whispered under his breath. Amber made a face at him, like she expected him to say something else and even looked at him more seriously, like he was forgetting a line in some play.
"Not just for you, he better save some for me." Pale practically growled her approval of the sight, getting down beside Amber on her knees.
Gods, they looked good pressed together, Pale's perfect fat ass, white as a sheet pressed so close they practically blended together against Amber's sun-kissed, honied, perky round ass. Their head's brushed against each other, each nuzzling and pushing Jaune's steel hard rod of fuck meaat between each other, intoxicated from the heavy sent lingering on the hem of his tight, fucking hell, skin tight boxers.
Pale started to reach up, one hand to the hem of Jaune's boxers.
Jaune didn't know if it was Amber's look, or something he had this whole time but there was a low rumbling thrum to his voice when it came out. "Did I say you could start?"
Pale froze, Amber got a massive smile across her face and looked like she might melt. Most surprising was Harpy, her look was one of shock, like she'd been slapped across the face. But the shock wasn't filtered through the lens of audacity. Instead Harpy looked starving, hungry, like she'd just seen a steak wheeled across to a different table and was weighing the risk of stealing it right off their plate.
If Pale could have looked at him with any more unrestrained lust, she really liked that, she loved it, loved him taking control and gaining that confidence she knew was buried deep in him. Fuck, she was practically dripping, arousal drippinig down her thigh, her hips vibrating with some need right gainst Amber. Who's hips were swinging back and forth, tail wagging happily, overjoyed in this new turn of events.
"Sorry… Sir, can I please take out that big, juicy cock?" Pale put on her best low, sexy tone. It was gravel over stone, a deep texture to it. Jaune felt his knees go weak.
"Mmm You have been such a good girl." Amber's ears perked at that, eyes going wide with a vague realization about how much she liked that. Pale just nodded and reached back up to curl her fingers around the hem of his boxers, Amber and Harpy looking with wrapped attention.
But Pale already knew what she was going to see, though desperate to finally claim it after all this relentless teasing. "Mmmm baby~" She practically purred watching the root of his thick, shaven clean cock come into view, "There… It…" Getting lower, the other girls going through every stage of shock and terror, excitement, awe until finally the length sprung from his boxers, fully on display and standing erect at a seemingly impossible towering girth. "Is… Hello there, excited to see me?"
Fuck Jaune loved that look of awe on their faces, to think that three beautiful women were enraptured by his cock, his cock! Of all crazy things. It didn't seem real, but even Harpy was rubbing her thighs together watching his fuck-stick sway back and forth.
"Holy.. Pale, you were keeping this all to yourself?" Amber asked in awe.
"Terrible of me, isn't it? Well don't worry, I can't wait to see your sexy little mouth wrapped around him." Pale wrapped her thumb and finger around his base, tearing her gaze away from it only long enough to lean over and press her full, plush lips against Ambers, tongues already dancing against each other while Pale slowly rolled her wrist to stroke his length.
It wasn't much but after so much teasing, biting, licking, kissing, wow just being touched, even if in just a small amount was heaven handed to him drizzled in delicious sin. Served best with a side, luckily Amber knew what she was doing, hand coming up, following the muscular line of his thigh towards his low hanging, swollen with need, ballsack.
Jaune nearly jumped out of his skin, surprised but quickly melting into the pleasure of two skilled hands slowly working him over. Fingers massaging and groping his balls, gently with just enough force to pull some pleasure into his groin, while Pale's soft hand rolled over him painfully dry with a light touch so he could feel the softness of her palm unabridged.
Amber pulled back just enough that their lips parted, though thankfully their tongues hadn't, Pale's grip tightening around him while their tongues danced openly just inches from the dripping head of his length.
They really knew how to tease him, didn't they?
He pushed forward, pressing against Pale's hand and pressing the head of his cock against their soft plush lips, slick with spit and drool. He smeared Amber's cheek with pre-cum, getting her to turn just enough that his cock slid between their intertwined mouths.
"Forget me already?" Jaune raised an eyebrow, grinning down at the two girls.
"I would never." Pale assured him, turning her attention from the enrapturing juicy lips of the wolf girl and turning her lidded lustful gaze towards her loving boyfriend. "Enjoying the show, baby?"
Practically growling his response, Jaune couldn't help but feel his whole body shiver with electric arousal trailing through his veins. "Mmmm, of course, my love."
Hand trailing through the lush locks of her hair, fingers trailing over each strand of winter white snow until he could pull taunt and yank her closer to his hips, a moan more than a yelp escaping her throat. "But now you get to be a good girl and watch Amber suck my cock, then maybe I'll let you eat her out."
All the girls floored by his nature flipping so suddenly, utterly in love with this persona he's putting on. Pale just groveled, rubbing her wet, spit-covered cheek against his thigh and wrapping her arms around him to press her fat soft tits against his musculature. It was how Dominant he was, there was authority. There was a desire, however small, to be told what to do, to let go of that control. For Amber it was conscious, she had always wanted to find someone to offer a stern hand and take control, she never needed a master but wanted it, craved it with every fiber of her being as though it were a basic need, submissiveness and loyalty were to her like breathing was to anyone else. Jaune was her master, her only master, there could never be anyone else.
Pale liked it for some other reason, she couldn't place it but it was a feeling of belonging, of not needing to have any answers. Simply being told what to do and doing it was so freeing, to not need to seek your own pleasure but just be handed it, to give it freely and see how good she could make someone feel. Jaune made her feel complete in a way she never had before, now Amber shared that. However, even when she was in charge, when she was taking the initiative to please him, the simple goal, to bring as much pleasure as she could for the love of her life, Pale felt all the control leave her, it was whatever Jaune wanted, whatever she could do for him.
"Now be a good bitch and suck my cock." Jaune let the words fall from his mouth, almost immediately recoiling from the statement, had he just said that?
Amber just sucked air through her teeth and for a second he thought that he'd gone too far. But Amber just curled her lips into a smile and darted forward, pressing her nose to the base of his coock and kissing the connecting point between his shaft and balls. "Yes master~ Anything for you master, please let this bitch make you feel so good! I want to make you feel soooo~ good!"
Fuuuck, that was just too hot, Jaune felt his cock twitch, laying against her face. Watching her thick fur covered ears twitch, her big golden eyes looking up at him with a eagerness to please that eclipsed even Pale's desires.
"Good Girl." He groaned out from the warm breaths from between her lips. Watching her eyes cross and whole body shiver in pleasure.
The tension came to a head and overflowed like wine from a glass, Amber driving forward all at once and pushing down until the head of his cock was bending down the back of her throat. Jaune felt his back arch, his entire body feeling like it lit up with fire over his skin. Gazing down over the ridges of his abdomen, he looked up to seeing Amber happily suckling on half of his length, hands curling against his thighs, bobbing her head only slightly back and forth with greedy sucking noises coming from her clinging lips.
Her mouth was so warm, drool spilling out over her lips and dripping over her exposed, perfect tits. Swaying back and forth from the slight movement of her body while she hungrily drooled over his rod.
It was the pure desperation that encompassed her, she loved it, her pupils were so dilated they practically took up her entire iris, completely absorbed in salivating over his fuck-meat, lavishing it with her tongue. She wasn't just sucking for the sake of it but because she loved it, because the taste, the texture, the smell, it drove her wild like nothing else did.
Jaune didn't know this but it was also her aura, her semblance. Every time her tongue flicked over his crown, every time her soft plump lips rolled over his length, electricity shocked her entire body like it was her being serviced, like it was a tongue against her clit, teeth against her skin, hot breath over her stomach. Every bit of pleasure that rocked his body was twice as hard hitting her, maybe it was strange because she was never -really- what Harpy wanted, but Jaune made her feel a thousand times better, his own aura adding to hers and making her semblance even stronger. It was like a drug, making her brain fry with how fast her pleasure center was being assaulted.
Jaune put his hand over her head, running his fingers through her hair and guiding her down farther onto his cock. If only he hadn't started petting her head, instead one of her eyes stuttered half shut and her whole body went completely rigid. Her legs pressing together before spreading wide and going limp.
Her mouth laxed around his cock, letting it slip out with her brain only vaguely recognising it slipping from her lips, a completely mind wrecking orgasm short circuiting what few brain cells she had. "Ooo~ Fuu, yes~"
Meanwhile the others were completely taken aback, Jaune most of all, all just looking with varying states of amusement and surprise. She came just from sucking cock? Was that even possible? Maybe it was, even if only specifically for Amber.
"You killed her, Tiger." Pale couldn't help but let out a little giggle, stroking his thigh and taking his spit covered cock in her hand stroking him slow and steady. "Mmmm think you can work that magic on me?" She practically purred, throat rolling right against his skin feeling the vibration of her throaty voice from her tits wrapped around his leg.
Pale bit down on his thigh, stroking faster, eyes looking up at him with lidded appreciation. Her hand roamed up her stomach, grabbing onto her tits and pulling on her nipple, lifting that heavy fat tit before letting it fall and putting her fingernails against her teeth. "Tell me what to do, baby~"
"You like being told what to do? Like being my good, obedient little slut?" His hand came down, putting it under her jaw, running his thumb over her bottom lip and pushing it into her mouth and over her tongue.
She just nodded, closing her mouth around the rough textured digit and sucking down on it lightly, more though, she wanted to remind him how good the feeling of her dexterous, skilled tongue was against the surface of his skin. "Good, because I want to feel those tits around my cock."
In some way he was still so nervous saying everything, unsure of the words as they left his throat but not once did he show it. Maybe Amber had been right and all he needed was confidence. And fucking hell if this wasn't the biggest boost to his confidence he'd ever received. Three beautiful women worshipping his body like he was some adonis, it was so unbelievable.
While he pulled Pale back towards the bed, hooking his thumb under her jaw and pulling her by a pushed down tongue, walking her on all fours until he landed at a seated position against the bed. Legs spread wide, cock looming as an ominous monolith shadowing over her snow white features and lovestruck gaze, adoring him with dripping lust, tongue quivering against his thumb.
"Don't lose focus now, you have a job to do." His words were gentle but carried a small weighted reminder. Pulling his thumb out of her mouth and leaning back to give her better access to his lap.
Pale just nodded eagerly, moving forward to quickly fill the space, putting her hands on his thighs and spreading them more while lifting herself up. Soon her massive tits were laid against his strong leg muscles, squishing down and pillowing out over the hard lines of his definition. Meanwhile every soft curve of her body was accentuated by how it formed around him.
"I love when you get like this~." Pale let the words drip from her mouth, getting closer until the slick surface of his cock pushed against the plush entrance of her cleavage. "When your voice gets low and you get that hungry look in your eyes, your breath gets heavy and you look like you want to watch me squirm with your hand around my throat- FUCK~" She growled pinching her own nipples, pushing them together and wrapping around his cock, letting it slip between her massive natural tits and nearly dissapearing from view.
Gods it was soft, two massive pillows of heavenly plush wrapped around a rigid pole. Molding to his shape and hugging each pulsating vein like they were made for him. She was breathing heavy, obviously loving the feeling of his monstrous fuck stick gliding over her skin, massing her sensitive breasts. Of course it helped that she was pinching her nipples and pushing them tighter because of it, but she really did love the feeling of his cock sliding between her fun-bags, hitting her chin. "My good, sweet boy, making me breeding stock to just fuck over and over and leave me dripping with your thick, delicious cum. Or do you want me to swallow it? Have it drip down my chin while I try and swallow it?"
Jaune just mouthed the word 'fuck' because he couldn't get the word out. His head fell back and a low groan of pleasure escaped from deep in his chest, rolling over his tongue forced out by the way she pushed her tits together, kneading them with her fingers and bringing a low groan to her own mouth, one he could feel from her chest.
Then she lifted her chest up, pulling it upwards and making a tight fitted ring around the bottom, engulfing his cockhead finally and milking a creamy thick bead of pre from his tip. When she let her tits fall back down, they rippled from the impact against his hips, silenced by the tight grip of her hands that pushed them together and moved them from side to side to roll over his member.
Only stopping for a moment to lean forward and lash her tongue against the head of his cock, lapping up his pre-cum like it was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted. Closing her mouth around the tip to savour the taste before pulling back with her tongue out to let her drool spill out and lube up the deep fuckable space of her cleavage.
With that she was finally ready, really getting into the swing of things, she started to alternate which of her fat fucking udders were working which side, massaging them with fervor to milk the fuck-stick between them. Up and down she went, working it like she could simply milk him, get that delicious cum she wanted so badly.
"O-Oh fuck, baby!" gravel ran over his throat, a deep pleasure listed groan trying not to fall back but utterly overcome with pleasure from the ecstasy that was having Pale give him a perfect titty fuck.
"Mmmm Moan for me baby~"
"I thought I was in charge here?" Jaune couldn't help but wince a little, actually trying to hold a conversation while she threw her tits up and down on his length, jerking him off with the softest pillows in all of heaven, making even thinking become one of the hardest things he'd ever done.
"Well that doesn't mean I can't tease you, does it?" Pale pouted, stopping her frantic jerking off motion. "Maybe you should remind me of my place?" She asked with so much mirth and womanly lust, Juane almost felt like it was more of an order.
"Maybe you're right." Jaune just smirked, adjusting only ever so slightly to get a better angle, he never pulled his waist back from her, instead only rearing back and bringing the flat of his palm down hard on the soft supply curve of her tit. Clearing the whole room with the wet sound of flesh on flesh impact. Pale moaned, hard and rough, biting onto her lip while her udder rippled and jiggled from the impact. "Keep fucking working." Jaune ordered with an authoritative edge his tone.
"Fuck~ Y-ah- aes anything for you, Daddy~"
Jaune wasn't ignorant to the other gasp in the room, a desperate, needy open mouthed moan, coming across the room. His eyes carried the notes of desperation, looking to see Harpy had leaned back in her chair, hand stuck in her waistband with her other raised up her shirt, obviously pulling on her nipple, hard. She was biting her lip and quivering, loving the little slaps and demeaning tone Jaune took with his girls.
"Slap me again, baby!" Pale practically begged, shaking her tits up and down with her thumb over and fingers under their massive weight, pressing them together as tightly as she could. "Make my big tits red, please baby, please!"
His attention back where it belonged, he could help but feel pride well up, a confidence, he felt so much power just in the way his hands impacted her skin.so he slapped her again, and again, the first one made her stutter and slow down but she didn't stop milking his cock, only moving fast when she got her senses back. The second one she didn't even flinch, just moving through it, the side of her tit-flesh starting to get red from the abuse as Pale just giggled and moaned through the sting.
Jaune pinched her nipple, holding onto it while she moved, making her wince and suck air through her teeth from the jittering bite of pain. Each time she raised her tits it pulled on her nipple, making Jaune pinch even harder, then when she worked them down, stroking over his length with supple tit-flesh gyrating their motion on the way down to make sure she brought out every drop of pleasure she could. Not even stopping to lean forward and wrap her lips around the tip of his cock, swirling her tongue over the head, spit dripping down her tongue and lather him in that lustful lubricant.
Then he slapped her again, this time down right into her hard, sensitive nipple, making her shudder and stop moving. Eyes shutting tight while she recovered from the pure euphoria hitting her. "H-hol-y sh-Ah~ fu- shit!" Words just streaming from her, "A-again, just like that!"
"You like that huh?" Jaune slapped her left tit, hard, right on the nipple, making her flinch and squeeze her chest harder. Then with his opposite hand slapped the other tit, harder this time She shut her eyes and just held her mouth open, a small gasp escaping her. He slapped that one again but this time across that the impact made her tits jiggle around his cock, the impact surging through one to the other.
Her head went back, mouth open with a desperate whine littering out past her lips, her body was shaking, pain and pleasure just in abundance through the wiring of her brain.
Another impact, left tit, right across the nipple with the tips of his fingers, then both of his hands at the same time hitting them together with the hot sounds of meat on meat, her spit squelching in the space between her milkers. Gods that felt so good to have his cock in there while he did it, every impact making the ivory funbags hanging off her with impossible softness, making them reverberate and jiggle around his sensitive prick.
Pale twitched, eyes going blurry while she tried to keep her hands tight and move them but was mostly just trashing back and forth from the relentless impact "J-au - NNNnnn~"
His hand impacted across her face, making her cheek pink with the impact hardly registered, instead she just bit her lip, losing more to that pleasure wracking her while she tried to stutterously still stroke his cock with her tits. Her eyes closed tight with one final harsh swat against her ungodly cow-tits, to which she let out a roaring groan and gasping air her hands left her chest and she raised him to get her lover to stop. "N-a-no fu-fuu mer- mero~morr~ah!"
Words slowly filtering back into her barely functioning brain "Nu Mowrr Pw-plea-ah-ha- please~" She mewled with exhaustion clinging to her breaths.
She was laughing, giggling with the pleasured exhaustion running through her, Pale had held out for as long as she could before she just could take anymore, so horny, so desperate, she just couldn't take any more wonderful, heavenly abuse to her chest without breaking down at this point.
"Mmm Enjoying yourself that much? My good, sweet, wonderful girl. Gods I love you so endlessly." Jaune just smirked, his cock twitching between the now only vaguely less tight line of her cleavage. His fingers trailed over the red, well 'loved' expanses of abused tit-flesh, making her mewl at the light, barely teasing touch. Before they trailed over her shoulders, and down her biceps, her soft skin alive with a sheen of sweat until his palms rested flat against hers.
"B-babby~" She whimpered, raising up a little closer to him, pressing face forward, asking very politely and obediently for him. Gods, she looked so cute when she wanted a little love, Jaune couldn't resist really, leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers. He could taste her spit, Amber's too, lingering different sweetnesses clinging to her lips in such an intoxicating cocktail. She tasted amazing, her mouth so soft, every texture of her mouth grooved with love and comfort. Her whole body was made for it really, to be a safe place, like it was crafted specifically for his pleasure.
His tongue swirled around hers, feeling the edge of her teeth, he bit down lightly on her tongue, just the tip before forcing his wet appendage deep into her mouth to push down and dominate her maw.
Something brushed up against his face, soft and… furry?
His eye opened to see Amber leaning on the bed, her long fur-like hair brushing against his face while she pressed herself closer until she was a part of the snuggling couple.
"Hey~" She muttered trying to sound innocent, obviously wanting to join in on the lovey dovey session between them. Palee just smirked and looked over to Jaune to make sure it was okay before leaning forward and pressing her lips to Amber's.
Jaune just watched the mesmerising sight, the two women enjoying soft supple flesh, eyes shut, lost in the simple intoxicating pleasure of soft kisses. One hand was on Pale's back, she was only wearing her panties now, simple white, completely soaked garments. His other hand on Amber's waist, feeling the little string of her tight black thong that was being devoured by her ass and did nothing to hide her sopping wet pussy, which currently she had to fingers pressed against, wiggling them against her clit and mewling pleasantly from the self-affection.
When they parted, Amber just rotated over to Jaune without hesitation, kissing him and running the tips of her nails against his chest with the hand that wasn't feverishly finger fucking her clit. Her rough tongue was such a distinct contrast to Pale's soft mouth, the way she just pressed herself to him hard instead of accepting him. She opened her mouth and tried to pull more of his tongue into her mouth, hungerily accepting any love he could give her, teeth and loving aggression at the tip of every movement.
This time she was one to break back, her eyes practically formed into big hearts looking at him with blown out pupils and a quivering lower lip. "Jwuaaane~"
Jaune couldn't help but let a little chuckle escape his throat, damn he loved that, his cock twitched between Pale's tits. Bringing both girl's attention back to the 'project at hand'. "Amber, baby-" Pale's words were dripping with sultry lust. "-you want to help me push this stud's fat cock over the edge and we can share the reward~?"
"Mmm Pale, I love it when you talk dirty~ Hearing you swear is pretty, kinda, really hot." Amber pressed forward just giving her a chaste kurt kiss, pulling back to lick up the woman's face, which shouldn't have been hot, but holy fuck was it ever.
Then she dipped lower, putting her face against the beaten red surface of Pale's cow-tits, pressing her lips against the pink handprints and giving their massive weight a squeeze. Really appreciating the sheer girth of how fucking massive Pale's tits are. Leaning down, the agile wolf pressed her face into that heavenly cleavage brushing her nose against the hard tip of Jaune's cock. Giggling she kissed that leaking cockhead, running her tongue around it while Pale pressed her tits together to regain that tight pressure on either side.
Letting out a low gasping breath, Jaune just let them assault his cock from every possible angle, watching Amber move from the head of his cock to lapping at Pale's nipples with her rough tongue, rolling it in circles before moving back to the rock hard shaft stuffed between two fat funbags.
Both the girls working with some stumbling movements to make him feel good. They weren't perfect, Pale sometimes pulling Amber off the length in her mouth, Amber sometimes putting her face in too far without Jaune being able to feel the pressure of those amazing tits. They got better as they went, moving more in tandem and eventually finding a wonderful pace that might have just been a bit too slow but honestly all that attention was driving Jaune wild.
They only parted in short moments where one would want to pleasure the other, Amber raising up and biting onto pale's neck so that the nearly albino girl got another short shock of pain. To which Pale would moan, leaning forward to press her lips to Amber's, their drool spilling out into Pale's cleavage while her tits bounced in a slow methodical rhythm until Amber dove back down to start lapping at that delicious, sensitive crown.
"Ohh fuuuck~" letting out a low strained sigh, Jaune just overwhelmed with the two gorgeous women lavishing him and each other in a pool of overflowing euphoria. Each lick and kiss, each gyration, all backed with more affection, more love than Jaune had ever experienced in his life.
Amber popped the head of his cock into her mouth, slurping up the mixed drool of both girls and then spitting it out around the place where her lips met his tip. Tongue digging under the rim of his length, drawing over his cock-hole, and wiggling her tongue down the underside while Pale pushed her up with the stroking of tit-flesh up his shaft.
Seemingly tired of not being able to give Jaune as much attention as she wanted, Amber pulled her head back, flipping her hair over her shoulder and looking back at the heavy breathing man to her right. Eyes drinking in the sweat clinging to his muscular body, how quickly he went from a very average boy to a ripped stud with just a few months at the gym, Amber bit into her lower lip, sharp teeth. Fucks' sake Jaune looked good, strong jawline, messy blonde hair, an amazing body with a thick, lengthy cocky, she'd seen the effort he put in keeping his hair nice, products and trimming, skin care, the days at the gym so that he could try and keep up with her. Maybe it was the effort that was more attractive than the body itself.
The drop dead gorgeous body also helped, but holy shit she was helplessly horny for every inch of him.
She raised up, putting her lips against the side of his face, teeth and tongue lavishing the growing stubble of that strong jawline. Crawling up by inch and inch until her teeth sunk into the soft tissue of his earlobe, tongue delving into his skull and licking every inch of his cute little ear.
Pale took over Amber's responsibilities, feeling soft lips against the tip of his cock, jaune could feel the vacuum strength of her blowojob while she struggled to work his shaft and suck the tip with so much spit, making the whole ordeal terribly slippery. All the while their wolf companion devoured the lobe of his ear, slurping up the spotless canal and making him positively writhe in wonton pleasure.
"A-am~burr!!" Jaune growled, well more mewled, fingers grabbing at the fat of her lower back, squirming down and grabbing a hold of her massive round ass, fingers sinking into the perfect supple flesh. Amber purred into his ear, sound coiling directly into his skull. She wiggled backwards, getting more of her fat fucking ass-flesh into his palm, making sure she could feel his nails and caloused fingertips, she wanted him to feel all over her, every inch. Both her hands were on his shoulders and face, wrapped around his chin, keeping him steady while he subconsciously tried to run from the overwhelming pleasure scoring through his body.
Taking her lips off the tip of his cock, Pale could feel his cock twitching, feel how close he was, all this attention was getting to be too much for her lovely boyfriend, her partner, and she wanted to help push him over the edge even more. "Are you close for me baby? Going to cum for me? Cum all over my big fat, slutty tits? Make me look like a pretty cum drunk whore for you?"
To which Amber seemed to take a hint, while her tongue was still invading his ear, nails at his chin, she managed to mumble out. "Pwease Jawn, cuwm fow us, I wanna drink youw think, delicious cuwm~"
It was absurd to think he had even held out this long with the sheer amount of attention he'd gotten. To be honest it wasn't even him holding back, nerves coiled in his guts, for as confident he'd been acting he was horribly nervous still, something that most people could probably relate to, which kept him right on the edge of orgasm unable to be pushed over the edge. Well that was until Amber took her hand not holding his head in place and reached under the absurdly massive bust of her snow white companion and grabbed onto Jaune's balls, kneading them between her fingers and pulling on them just enough that his body couldn;t deny him any longer, quite literally, milking all the cum out of his
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