Cafe D'Arc - Maid Jaune, Chapter 7

Ren and Nora time. Warning: this chapter is pretty gay. Ren is in this and Jaune is of the mindset that there's nothing weird about kissing the homie goodnight. Or doing other things with your homie. Nothing weird about it at all.

Next story will be the Dragonslayer exclusive, like I said.

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Days passed in their usual blur of classes, new training sessions with Pyrrha and Professor Goodwitch (which were somehow even more brutal than her regular combat class), and the occasional client booking. Jaune thought he'd seen it all. The sister complexes, the mother issues, the weird big sister fantasies. Hell, he even had a client who wanted him to pretend to be her dead houseplant. Easiest lien of his career, but definitely one he wouldn't forget any time soon.

He'd gotten into a good rythm nowadays. He had to cut down on his bookings because he only had so much time, but it was worth it. Pyrrha was good (the best, really) but Professor Goodwitch was an actual instructor with almost two decades of teaching various fighting styles to aspiring Huntsmen. She knew about things that Pyrrha didn't even think about.

He always ended every session tired, sore, and sweaty...and not in a fun way. A part of him was still expecting - looking forward to, really - the Prof to book him for another session. She never did, at least not yet. It left him with a perpetual feeling of blue balls after every session...even though he was still getting clients daily.

Plus his stress relief sessions with Pyrrha. He'd have thought lightening the load would get her to be less stressful, but it was doing the exact opposite. She requested - no, practically demanded - sex every day now. Coming back from training bone tired only for Pyrrha to pin him to the wall and say she was stressed was so common that Ren and Nora didn't even flinch anymore. They just turned around and left while Nora loudly announced that they were gonna do something else for the next three hours.

"F-Fuck...!" Pyrrha moaned, her face pressed against the pillow. Even after...he'd actually lost count how many times they'd done this. Dozens, now? Whatever. Even after dozens of times, he still found Pyrrha cursing odd. Jaune slowly pulled his hips back before shoving them back in with relentless force, his cock pushing into her inner walls. He'd been with Pyrrha enough times to know how exactly she liked things. She liked it rough. The most fun she ever had was in the arena, when she was fighting to win against skilled opponents. That apparently translated to how she liked it in bed too.

As for other things...

"You're the best, Pyr..." he whispered, leaning forward so he was whispering right against her ear. Pyrrha shivered, her shoulders shaking as he continued, "You're the best partner anyone could ask for. I'm so lucky to have you. Every day, I thank the Brothers that I met you." Pyrrha sobbed in pleasure, biting into the pillow to keep from crying out, "Ah, ah, ah. None of that. Let me hear that pretty voice of yours." Pyrrha sobbed again before she released the pillow, moaning shamelessly into the empty room.

It was all part of the performance. She'd told him exactly what she wanted to hear all those weeks ago, her face as red as her hair. He just smiled without judgement. Everyone wanted specific things. Pyrrha wanting to be praised for who she was instead of her title was actually pretty sweet. Way better than Weiss acting like a queen when she needed a stool to reach the top shelf or Yang turning her mommy issues into a sexual hangup.

He bent back slightly so he could continue pistoning into her. He'd gotten enough experience to hold back from cumming until his partner did. And with Pyrrha, there was something different. Seeing her face flush, her mouth part, her eyes half-lidded...it made him happy in a way his usual clients didn't. He chalked it up to relief that he could finally pay her back for all those free training sessions. Anyone else (except maybe Ruby) would've told him to fess up to the headmaster once they found out about his transcripts. Pyrrha offered to train him even after he acted like an ass because of his pride. Helping her relieve her stress was the least he could do.

He reached out and grabbed her breasts, kneading the soft flesh. She liked it when her boobs were played with too, "J-Jaune~" He pinched her nipples roughtly between his fingers. Her eyes widened and she cried out, her inner walls clenching around his cock as she came. Jaune groaned as he finally allowed himself to come too, coating her insides white with his seed. It was her safe day, and he always made sure that she took morning after pills just in case.

Jaune sighed happily and slowly pulled himself out. Her vaginal walls clenched around his softening dick like they refused to let go, "Good girl..." he murmured, falling on his back next to her. Without saying another word, Pyrrha crawled over and started sucking his cock, cleaning up the coating of fluids. She always did this. The first few times, he tried to to stop her and said she didn't need to. But she insisted and now he accepted it as her being a good partner.

He reached a hand out to ruffle her hair while the other grabbed for his scroll. Pyrrha hummed against his cock and got to work, cleaning the leftover cum. He kept ruffling her hair and looked through his booking list. He had enough money that he could afford to take a break, but the part of him that whispered about money wouldn't just let him stop. There were still things he could buy. Weapon upgrades, ammo, maybe even a proper motorcycle that put Yang's bumbleby to shame. He wasn't exactly planning to walk everywhere once he became an official Huntsman. Heck, maybe he'd buy a horse and be like an old school knight or cowboy. That'd be cool.

He actually had to be pickier with his clients now that he was spending more time training. Most foreign kingdom bookings were filtered out unless the pay was really good because he couldn't afford to take trips to Mistral, Atlas, or Vacuo in-between everything else. Right now, any foreign clients he had left were upper class types who could afford to splurge on a night with a crossdressing maid. He scrolled through the list, accepting and rejecting bookings on autopilot, until he saw a pair of names that made him pause.

Ren and Nora.

Jaune blinked and made sure to check again. Yep, those were their names. They even had a couple's selfie as their profile picture. Pyrrha seemed to sense his surprise and looked up. The sight of her cock in his mouth with those curious eyes made his dick twitch, "It's nothing." He smiled and shook his head. She hummed again and got back to what she was doing, causing Jaune to sigh in pleasure. Man, he was so happy they were helping each other out. It was nice to have sex without any expectations or weird fetishes.

He looked back at the name. Ren and Nora...those two were some of the last he expected to hire him.

They were his first double client, actually. Everyone else preferred to keep their maid kinks solo, which honestly made sense. Most people didn't want witnesses to their weird fetishes, especially when those witnesses were people they had to see every day at school. Or "respectable" people who wanted to keep their dirty little secrets behind closed doors. He'd had everyone from aspiring Huntsmen to Mistral noble ladies hire his services. Say what you will about the maid sex industry, but they didn't discriminate.

But apparently, Ren and Nora were built different.

He accepted the request and set his phone down. This was gonna be interesting...

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Days later and the weekend came. Time to meet his new clients.

It was pretty surprising being hired by his brother from another mother and sister from another mister, but money was money. And yes, he absolutely did charge them, even with Nora pouting and whining about "friendship discounts" and "teammate rates" the whole week. The only person who got freebies was Pyrrha, and that was because they were partners. Plus, their stress relief sessions were totally different from his actual work.

The booking instructions were surprisingly normal compared to some of the shit he'd dealt with lately. When he accepted, Nora told him to meet them at a classy bar in downtown Vale called "The Gilded Rose". No weird costumes, no specific roleplay scenarios, no requests to dress up as anyone's family members. Just... show up in the maid outfit and see what happened. And yes, he'd gotten to the point that dressing up in a maid outfit was normal.

So Jaune put on his (increasingly customized and expensive) outfit. He'd recently upgraded to actual silk stockings and a corset that didn't leave him gasping for air after two hours, plus better hair extensions and a frilly headband. Professional pride demanded nothing less. He walked to the docks to take a bullhead down to Vale. Most students had seen him enough times that they only lightly stared, but a few (like Cardin...) openly checked out his ass. He ignored them all and hopped on the ship.

The ride gave him time to think, which was probably a mistake.

This was Ren and Nora. He'd known them for months now. Ren was the most chill guy he'd ever met, the kind of person who could meditate while Nora literally bounced off the walls around him. And Nora... well, Nora was Nora. Hyperactive, pancake-obsessed, and with approximately zero filter between her brain and her mouth. If he knew them (and he definitely did), she was the one who put Ren up to this. Ren was too much of a go with the flow kind of guy to hire one of his best friends as a maid.

As the bullhead descended toward Vale's landing pad, Jaune tried to psych himself up. This was fine. Totally normal. At least Ren would be there to keep Nora in check – the guy had years of experience wrangling her chaos. And really, when he thought about it, there was nothing weird about... well, about whatever this was going to be. There was nothing weird about kissing a buddy goodnight, right? Or doing other stuff with him? It was just like with Pyrrha. Doing stuff with friends didn't count as long as they weren't being weird about it like Weiss. Or Yang. Or Ruby.

The bullhead touched down with a gentle thud and Jaune stood up, smoothing down his skirt and checking his reflection in the window. The maid outfit looked perfect, as always. His makeup was flawless (thank you, seven sisters and their endless makeover sessions), his hair was styled just right, and he'd already shifted his body language to the perfert demure maid Juliette. It was almost scary how it became second nature to do it nowadays. He didn't even have to think about how to change his walk, his posture, his voice.

Jaune shook his head. No time for that now. He was ready for whatever weirdness his teammates had in store for him.

...

Probably.

The walk to the bar felt...calm. The first few times he did this, there was always an underlying nervousness with meeting new clients; or in the case of his repeat Clients - coughWeisscough - reminding himself that the money was worth whatever they were making him do and he could walk away any time and offer a refund. And honestly, a part of him found the cringe almost impossible to look away from. Finding out Weiss Schnee had a sister complex was almost funny, really.

Jaune looked up at the sign of the Gilded Rose. This place was definitely on the fancier end of downtown Vale, though he wasn't too impressed anymore. He'd been to Atlesian mansions and Mistral noble houses, the kinds of places that screamed "stupid money". A fancy bar was nothing.

The inside was a nice change of pace, at least. A classy joint with soft music, a bartender that didn't even look surprised at his maid outfit, and a chanteuse on stage singing some old blues song. Jaune made his way to the counter and sat down, "Vodka, on the rocks," he said, voice still smooth and effeminate. The bartender looked up and Jaune wondered if he'd ask for his (fake) ID before apparently thinking better and just nodding.

Jaune took the drink and looked around the place. Nora and Ren weren't here yet, which gave him a chance to scope out the place. It was actually pretty empty right now, which made sense. Most people didn't go to fancy bars at 10 in the morning. He sipped the vodka, the burn of alcohol pleasant against his throat. Technically, he wasn't breaking the law. Beacon students got a lot of leeway. Vale figured that if they were old enough to fight Grimm, they were old enough to smoke or drink. Not that it stopped Yang from even freaking out at the idea of Ruby going near bars.

Minutes passed in comfortable silence before the door slammed open. Nora walked in like she owned the place, her smile bright enough to light up the dim interior. She looked the same as always. Same pink skirt, same top with the heart-shaped chest hole that every guy in campus stared at at least once. She bounced (in more ways than one...) inside, looking hilariously out of place in the classy interior; even more than the guy crossdressing as a maid.

But it was the other person who walked in that really drew his attention.

The first thing he noticed was the dress. A dark green and pink qipao. A traditional Mistralian outfit, but this one was modified to be...racier. Slits at the sides to draw attention to long, toned legs along with two thigh straps on the right leg to make the eyes linger even longer. The pair of black heels were sensible and no-nonsense, unlike his own, but they paired well with the dress' sensuality.

He forced his eyes to look up. The upper half of the qipao wasn't modified, but his attention wasn't on that anyway. It was on the figure's face. Tasteful makeup (almost like his own, actually) mixed with a hairstyle that was somehow both innocent and alluring. A pair of two low pigtails tied with ball accessories mixed with bangs that covered one eye. The uncovered eye met his and the figure smiled slightly, the gesture demure and almost shy despite the clothes being anything but.

Ren, his mind supplied. That was Ren. His brother from another mother...and he was smoking hot. Jaune almost let go of his vodka glass in shock. For the longest time, he always wondered what the appeal was in hiring a guy crossdressing as a maid. Seeing Ren now, he understood. Oh Gods, did he understand. If Nora had come in there wearing that dress, it wouldn't have been nearly as hot. It was like...the gap or forbidden fruit or something.

His eyes flicked back to Nora as the redhead skipped over to him and leaned against the counter, shamelessly looking him up and down, "So. Juliette..." she said, voice low and husky, "My Ren and I saw you from across the bar and we really like your vibe." Despite the situation, Jaune almost laughed. Leave it to Nora to deflate the atmosphere with a meme, "What's say the three of us get out of this place and somewhere more private?"

...

"Did you seriously tell me to come to a bar just so you could do that line? I could've met you at a hotel, you know."

"But then I couldn't have done this!" Nora whined, "Everyone knows you do this at the bar! Just...meeting at a hotel room makes you look like a hooker!" Jaune refrained from pointing out he basically was one, though he preferred the term escort.

"Nora insisted," Ren said. Like him, he'd pitched his voice high enough that he sounded delicately feminine. If he hadn't seen the guy in just a towel, he would've been absolutely fooled, "She always wanted to say that line."

"Well, what other chance was I gonna get?" Nora grinned, "Anyway. I saw how you were looking at Renny, Jaune. I had him dress up just for you. Did he make you hard?"

"Uh...we should talk about this somewhere else." He looked at the bartender, who was giving him a judgemental look that screamed "ma'am, this is a high class establishment", "Let's head over to to the hotel room."

"I'll take that as a yes." She grabbed his arm with her right hand and Ren's with her left, sandwiching herself between them. A man on each arm...while both men looked like women. Only Nora, he thought. The orange haired gremlin was laughing under her breath while drooling shamelessly, her eyes glassy with obvious lust. Well...that wasn't something he expected to see from her. The last time she looked like that was when Ren baked chocolate chip and strawberry pancakes for her birthday.

He shared a look with Ren, who just shrugged helplessly and winked with his one visible eye. Jaune swallowed. There was something about Ren - conservative, calm, straight laced Ren - acting like that that made him feel things.

He barely even noticed the time pass as they were taken to the hotel room. It wasn't anything fancy like the places Weiss preferred; those probably cost as much as his hiring fee. This one was just barely a step up from the sleazy love motels he'd passed by a few times. At least there weren't any weird fluids or smells when they got into a room. Just a room with mood lighting, a minifridge, a heart shaped bed...and a chair in the corner.

...

Nora let go of them both and plopped down on it. She leaned back, crossed her right leg over her left, and steepled her hands together, "Well? Get on with it. Your Queen demands to be pleased." She licked her lips, breathing in and out excitedly.

"Uh..." He looked to Ren again, "What exactly does Nora want? You understand her...Nora-isms more than me."

"I believe she wants us to start and get her in the mood." Ren shifted from one foot to another, bringing a delicate hand through his hair. The move was unconscious (or at least it looked like it), but something about it made a tingle go down his spine, "Nora was very excited about today and we even splurged on this outfit." He gestured to the qipao. He looked down at Ren's legs again. Ren always preferred to kick, and clearly that was working out.

"I noticed. How much did it cost?"

"It was-"

"Ugh, stop talking!" Nora slammed her hands on the armrests and pouted, "Less talky, more sexy! Come on, Juliette! We didn't save up all that money to watch you two talk! Make out! Get naked! Strip each other! We wanna get our money's worth here."

Rather than being embarassed, Ren laughed under his breath and made his way to the bed. He sat down on the heart-shaped, fuzzy mattress and cross his legs too. Unlike Nora, the gesture looked far more graceful. Sexy, "I believe you're the expert here, Ms. Juliette." The husky way his voice lowered made Jaune's cock twitch with want. Okay, he was definitely awakening to something, "I'll follow your lead. Just treat me as another client."

"R-Right..."

Jaune joined him on the bed and took a deep breath. This was fine, he told himself. This was Ren. His best guy friend. Who was wearing a qipao and apparently had legs that put Weiss and Pyrrha to shame. Whatever, he could do this. It wasn't weird to kiss a buddy goodnight, so why should this be? "Okay, so let's just..." Another breath, and this time he found himself calming down. He could do this. He was Juliette. He'd dealt with Weiss and Yang. Compared to them, this was practically a freebie.

He gently reached a hand out and cupped Ren's right cheek. The first thing he noticed was how soft his skin was. He'd never noticed before because, well, he wasn't exactly running around touching people's faces. The second thing he noticed was how good he smelled. Not perfume, some kind of incense that he couldn't place. It smelled sweet. Before he could stop himself, he leaned forward and pressed his nose against Ren's neck, breathing in deep. Ren gasped softly in surprise while Nora "ooohed" from her chair.

"You smell so good."

"Thanks. It was an old incense from my home. Only I know how to make it." Ren hummed, leaning against Jaune with comfortable ease, "You're very fetching yourself, Juliette."

Jaune breathed in the scent one more time before he started kissing his neck. The slight taste of sweat lingered on his tongue as he left a trail of kisses up his neck to his jawline. Kissing was actually pretty rare, actually. Most clients wanted his lips on other things or they demanded sex and submission immediately. It was a barrier. Kissing felt romantic in a way just plain sex wasn't. The only person he kissed frequently was Pyrrha. She said it was because she was traditional.

He didn't just kiss, of course. He bit and licked at the skin, making sure it was just hard enough to pleasantly painful, "Hm, that's nice..." Ren sighed, somehow still managing to keep his voice properly pitched. A part of Jaune wondered how long Ren had been doing this. There was no way this was his first time. The way he moved in that dress, the voice, the casual confidence...he'd done this before. His old boss at the maid cafe would've been drooling if Ren decided to work there.

The kisses eventually stopped when he was just an inch from Ren's lips. Jaune suddenly hesitated. Was kissing him on the lips too much? Before he could think more about it, Ren grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a deep, hungry kiss, "Oh..." Nora leaned forward, breathing in and out so deeply that the sound overshadowed the sounds of their lips smacking together. Jaune's eyes widened when Ren slipped his tongue between his lips and pushed him down on the bed, practically straddling him.

Jaune felt lightheaded. It wasn't his first kiss - that "honor" went to Jade back in Domremy - but it was still different. His kisses with Pyrrha were furtive. Nervous. Even after all these months of stress relief, she seemed to find it awkward to push further than a few chaste kiss - which was kind of ironic considering she had no problem sucking his dick after every session. Then again, she also found it hard to hold his hand during the act. She practically hyperventilated when he did it last time.

Ren was different. Soft but dominant. The smell of incense made him dizzy (in a good way) and he felt Ren's hands skillfully slip past the frilly top and rub his nipples, fingertips lightly pinching the pink nubs of flesh. Jaune moaned against Ren's mouth, the sound muffled and interrupted when Ren deepened the kiss. It was hard to breath, hard to focus, and he wanted more.

Nora was definitely enjoying the show. He shifted his gaze from the ceiling to their one-woman audience. Her face was flushed as red as Ruby's cloak and she was leaning forward so much that she was practically falling out of her seat. He didn't know whether to be scared or turned on by the hungry look in her eyes. Nora looked like she was about to jump them any second now. And judging by the poking against his thigh, Ren knew it too.

"Oh...I can't take it anymore!" Nora stood up so quickly that the chair clattered to the ground. Ren separated from Jaune just in time to avoid Nora barreling into him when she belly flopped onto the bed. Jaune groaned at the sudden weight, but he barely managed to get a breath in before Nora grabbed both sides of his face in a firm grip and pulled him into a kiss of her own.

She was far less controlled than her not-boyfriend. Where Ren was firm but calm, Nora went at him with the same energy she put into everything else. Their teeth clattered together almost painfully and she was practically eating her face like he was a plate full of chocolate pancakes, "Calm down, Nora. Let Jaune breath," Ren laughed, patting her shoulder. Nora continued making out with him before she eventually pulled back, sitting on his stomach with her legs spread.

Jaune blinked, breathing through kiss-bruised lips. It was only after a few seconds that he realized Nora wasn't wearing any underwear...and that she was wet. Her skirt rode up, exposing her moist pussy that was already dripping pre into the dark fabric of his top, "You two are so hot...!" she whispered, her voice hoarse with want. She grabbed the edge of her top and threw it over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra either.

He couldn't help but look. Jaune had seen dozens of women naked (except Goodwitch...), but there was something almost awe-inspiring about Nora. She was short - shorter than even Weiss - but with muscles that put Yang and Pyrrha to shame.

And her tits...

Jaune's eyes flicked down. They were huge. If someone looked at the dictionary definition of shorstack, Nora Valkyrie would've been the picture they used as an example. His hands twitched, desperate to grab her boobs. He didn't get the chance. Nora hopped off of him and suddenly got on her hands and knees at the center of the bed, "Ugh, stick it in me! Both of you! Your Queen's been naughty and deserves a good skewewing!"

"She's...really into the whole 'Queen' thing, huh?" Jaune murmured, though he was honestly too horny to care.

"Queen of the castle was always her favorite game to play when we were children." Ren shuffled over till he was kneeling in front of Nora's face and shifted the front of the qipao to expose the (green, of course) panties he wore, which barely managed to contain the bulge of his hard-on. A quick pull down later and Ren's rock-hard cock sprang up, practically slapping Norah in the face. Seeing a dick on someone who looked so feminine was surreal. This must've been what his clients felt every time they got down and dirty.

Nora crawled forward and began to lick Ren's cock like a well-trained bet. She started with his balls, sucking them gently while Ren hummed, before she pressed the tip of her tongue at the base of his dick. Oh so slowly, she dragged it up, leaving a trail of saliva against the pillar of cockmeat. His penis twitched in response, Ren clearly pleased by the attention but still somehow managing to keep calm despite the situation. There was the Ren he knew.

Ren's exposed eye met his and he smirked, "What are you waiting for, Jaune? Nora's got another hole to stuff." To emphasize his point, she wiggled her ass, causing the skirt to ride up even more than it already did. She was practically gushing now, silently begging him to fuck her already. Norah groaned and opened her mouth, engulfish Ren's cock from to base in one go. Yeah, they definitely did this before. 'Not together-together' his ass.

Gritting his teeth, he shimmied his own lace lingerie down and raised his skirt. Nora wiggled her hips again, pressing her fat ass against his cock. She was still bobbing up and down on Ren's cock, but he could practically see the smirk on her face. This little...

Nora expected him to shove his dick inside her snatch. Instead, he leaned slapped her ass. Hard, "MMMGH?!" Her eyes widened and she tried to pull back, but Ren suddenly grabbed her head and kept her pinned. She slapped his thighs in surprised panic while Ren silently urged Jaune to go on. Jaune opened the nearby drawer and smirked when he saw lube arranged in a neat row. Service guaranteed. He'd definitely give this place five stars.

He covered his dick with a generous coating of the lubricant then did the same bewteen Nora's cheeks. Nora tried to pull back again, but Ren kept her from stopping. She wanted it, they could both tell. She was stronger than both of them combined and could've folded Ren like a pretzel if she really wanted out.

Once he was satisfied, he spread her cheeks with both hands and grinned devilishly at the sight of her pretty pink back entrance. Anal sex was pretty rare from his experience. Most women wanted it either in their mouth or their snatch. There were a few that did, and one insisted he use spit as lube even after he warned her that was actually a really bad idea, but what they client wanted, they got. He was tempted to use spit here too but he didn't want to hurt Nora too much.

Jaune kept her cheeks spread as he slowly inserted his lubed dick inside her. Gods, she was tight, "Nora's a virgin on that front. Or should I say back?" His cock twitched. Where the hell did this smug, mischievous Ren come from? "You know, it was hard to keep her under control the whole week. Seeing you and Pyrrha going at it day after day, she was practically biting into wood waiting for the weekend to come. I'm honestly surprised she lasted as long as she did."

"Ugh...fuck..." Jaune kept going until he'd bottomed out inside her. He just stayed there for a moment, feeling her warmth and tightened around his cock, before he slowly inched his way back out. Nora was sucking Ren's dick again, though her hands were wobbling and she barely managed to keep herself up.

"Nora, be a good girl and keep those arms up..." Ren whispered. Nora moaned again and her arms suddenly steadied. He always knew that Ren was the only thing keeping Nora in check, but seeing it in this context was different.

Jaune squeezed her ass tightly, relishing in the feel of her warm skin against his fingers. Back when he first started at Beacon, his preference had always been the slender type. The princesses like Weiss. After so many clients, his tastes had...expanded. Now he could appreciate just about anything.

Though half-lidded eyes, he kept pumping into Nora's tight ass, watching her cheeks jiggle with every pounding. The sight of it was hypnotic, especially knowing he was responsible for every little shake and muffled moan. Well, half responsible. He looked up slightly to see Nora practically choking on Ren's dick, her tits bouncing as she bobbed her head up and down with almost the same energy as before. Ren himself looked utterly relaxed, his eyes closed as he breathed in and out with barely any exertion. The sight of it was as mesmerizing as Nora's pure desperation and thirst.

Minutes passed and her felt her back passage loosening from the slow thrusting. He couldn't last much longer and he knew it, "F-Fuck..." He gripped her so tightly that she would've gotten bruises if not for her Aura. His thrusts became less slow and more frantic, slamming into her jiggling cheeks like his life depended on it. Nora sensed his desperation and upped her own pace, causing Ren to bite his lip to keep from moaning.

Jaune buried himself fully and came. Just barely, he saw Nora's eyes widen as she felt her back entrance being stuffed with his seed. She stopped bobbing her head and tugged Ren close by his hips, moaning against his crotch as he filled her up. Ren finally let out a single, controlled moan as he came too, the two of them filling her up on both ends like she was a turkey.

He looked down and groaned at the sight of his cum practically overflowing from the tight pink ring. Meanwhile, Nora failed to swallow Ren's own wave of cum and he saw it dribbling down her lips even as she struggled to try and swallow it all.

They stayed like that for a few more seconds before eventually separating. Jaune pulled out, watching as his semen dripped out of her hole, while Ren did the same. Nora swallowed as much of his cum as she could before eventually collapsing on the bed, her face set in a dopey little smile, "Sho good..." she muttered, "Ugh...this is the best...we need to do this more..."

"Ahahaha..." Jaune rubbed the back of his head, "It was definitely something..." Good? Yeah. Fun? Definitely. But absolutely different from his usual clients.

"We'll need to gather the funds from extra missions." Ren rubbed Nora's head gently.

"Discount~" Nora whined.

"Now, now. Jaune is a professional. It would be unfair to expect him to give us freebies." Despite his words, there was something coy and teasing with Ren's words, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes that looked out of place on him. Not in a bad way, though.

"Well..." Jaune scratched his cheek, "Maybe we can work something out."

And just like that, Nora sprang up and hugged him, squishing her boobs against his face. Jaune made absolutely no effort to push her off because she was way stronger than him and knew it was a fool's errand. That was the only reason.

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Ren and Nora done. Of course Nora's into femboy yaoi.

Question:

1. Who do we go for next? I'm leaning towards Winter but open to suggestions.

2. So do we make this proper Arkos or not? The client format will be kept, but Pyrrha may get involved in future chapters. Others prefer Goodwitch or, after this chapter, possibly Ren given Jaune's reactions to him.