A Semblance of Emotion 040

The taxi took them not to his hotel or hers, but one that specialized in erotic meet ups. It was what was commonly known as a love hotel, and as Jaune stepped out of the car and helped Blake out, he saw several such establishments along this stretch of road alone. In fact, the street was very busy with young couples loitering, and older couples making haste as they arrived at their destination, slipping away inside, out of the cold.

“Thank you,” Jaune waved off the driver, paying for their fare and allowing Blake to lead. This was her idea, her earrings glittering beneath the neon lights as they stepped inside, a blast of warm air greeting them.

It wasn’t like the typical reception area of a regular hotel. Instead of a desk manned by a receptionist, there was a touch screen display. To the right there was a small office, a window showing two security guards stationed within should there be any trouble.

“The red light district is nearby,” Blake said, following his gaze. It was much warmer inside and she slipped off his jacket, handing it back to him. Jaune folded it over his arm. “Prostitution is legal in Vale, and they often use these hotels for a place to hook up.”

Jaune wasn’t sure how he felt about being taken to such a place, though Blake had explained that the walls at her hotel were thin. It wasn’t a place well suited for activities. The walls may have been thicker where he was staying but it was also a very small place, and it wouldn’t take much for their voices to carry.

If Blake was anything like Nora…

It felt strange to think that, and Jaune shook his head. His life had certainly taken a turn but he wasn’t complaining. It was just… unexpected.

In a good way.

Though he was a little concerned about how Blake knew so much about Love Hotels. When he asked her, her human ears turned red.

“...They’re popular in some of the books I read.”

He supposed that made sense.

The touchscreen was how they booked a room and it had a multitude of options available. Apparently certain rooms had ‘themes’ like if you wanted a more romantic setting for example, there were some with candles and silken sheets, and a larger bath that looked more like a spa pool. There were rooms with mirrors suspended above and around the beds, so you watch yourself have sex, a futuristic room that looked like something out of a sci-fi with metallic surfaces and strangely shaped objects, a ‘shag pad’ with lush carpets and a bed shaped like a love heart with gaudy pink sheets and a red comforter with matching pillows, some sort of rave den with flashing lights, rooms equipped with waterbeds and many, many more.

Each room seemed to have a bathroom attached, and a television, and came with extras. Namely toys.

“Want anything specific?” Blake asked, almost as if she was trying to tease him but her voice wavered in embarrassment.

Jaune cleared his throat. “Uh – something normal, I think.”

A couple stumbled in behind them, the girl laughing at something the guy had said. She was pretty with long platinum blonde hair dyed purple at the tips, her lip and eyebrow pierced with small rings. They quickly went silent and when Jaune turned, he saw that the guy was staring at Blake dumbly, eyes wide as they roamed over the bare plains of her sculpted back, and then lower, her gown hugging the contours of her shapely hips and behind.

The girl elbowed him, hard.

“Ow, what was that for?” the guy demanded, rubbing his ribs.

She scowled. “Why are you checking out other girls?”

“I wasn’t!”

“Oh, right, and I’m the Queen of Vale,” she scoffed.

She noticed Jaune watching and looked like she was about to start on him when she blinked, mouth falling open slightly.

“Now you’re staring!” the guy hissed.

“No I’m not,” she replied, flustered. “I’m not!”

“Now I’m the King of Vale,” the guy returned mockingly.

Blake grabbed his hand, and Jaune turned back to face her. She was smiling cutely, her honey-amber eyes glowing.

“Come on,” she showed him the key card the machine had issued. “This is my treat. You paid for everything else.”

They left the arguing couple behind, the card opening a door that led to a wide staircase. Their room was on the fifth floor, and it was completely silent as they passed by a number of closed doors. Jaune felt like the effects of their two bottles of wine had returned, and it was helping to keep his nerves under control as Blake led him to their door.

The room was neat and tidy, and very clean. She’d taken a basic room and there was nothing out of the ordinary other than the ‘massaging wand’ sitting on the bedside table, a bottle of some kind, and a small wooden box that contained three small metallic squares.

Condoms.

“That girl thought you were hot,” Blake said, her voice low. It instantly set his blood aflame. “She was right.”

“That guy was smitten with you, and he hadn’t even seen your face,” he countered. She approached him with graceful steps, looking up at him with those beautiful eyes of hers.

Blake bit her lip. “Do you want to shower first or…?”

He shook his head.

“No,” he said.

He wanted her like this, her hair straight and sliding across her shoulders like silk, her eyes shadowed in violet. He caressed her arm, stroking her skin softly and she shivered, her eyelids fluttering.

“Jaune,” she whispered. “I want you.”

He swallowed. “I want you too.”

Ever since she’d kissed him the first time, Blake hadn’t been able to think about anything but. Every spare moment when she was dealing with exams or tests was consumed with him, the feeling of his lips on hers, the taste of his mouth, the firmness of his chest. Discovering that Nora had got to sample him and much more had made her so, so envious and a tiny bit jealous, annoyed that she hadn’t been first. They’d kissed – but Nora had cheated her at the finish line.

But that jealousy bore no anger, or ill will. It had been obvious for a while that Nora had feelings for Jaune, and when her own had developed through the goodness of his actions, and his handling of her problems, she’d been worried.

This had the potential of getting messy.

Nora had been nothing but supportive, though. More than that. She’d been encouraging. Blake knew that it was strange for girls to share a guy, though not unheard of. She’d just never expected to be in this position herself.

But she was.

And she didn’t care.

They were together in this.

All of them.

Weiss tried to hide it but Blake had seen the way she looked at him, when Jaune wasn’t paying attention. The heiress had even confessed to her not long ago that Jaune was the ideal man, in her opinion. They’d had a lot of time to talk during the Survival test, and of course, Jaune had been a common subject among other things.

It was Jaune that healed and solidified their friendship, after all. That didn’t give up on them. That wished for them to thrive as partners.

Of course they would talk about him.

Nora liked to talk about him, as well – and for anyone that knew Nora, she was not afraid to speak whatever it was on her mind.

“He is so big,” she remembered Nora telling her, her face filled with joy. “And so good at having sex, you have no idea. Every time we do it, I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

Oversharing, maybe – but it had stoked her imagination, and it wasn’t just the once that she’d played with herself, thinking about him, imagining what it would feel like to be with him, to be ravaged by him, to take him into her body and – to quote Nora’s words – lose her mind.

And now she was about to get that opportunity.

Jaune tossed his jacket aside, the garment landing on the chair in the corner. He then cupped her cheek, Blake nuzzling his palm, her eyes fluttering.

“You’re so beautiful,” he told her earnestly. “You have no idea how you make me feel.”

“I think I have a good idea,” she said breathlessly. “It’s how you make me feel.”

Moving closer, Jaune claimed her lips in a chaste kiss, relishing the feel of her soft, glossy lips against his own. He quickly deepened it, their mouths moving together slowly, languidly, taking their time to feel and taste one another.

Blake sighed as he gently teased the seam of her lips, his tongue running across her lower lip, seeking entrance into her mouth. She gave it gladly, her arms winding around his waist and clutching at his strong, broad back, tilting her head back as her chest pressed against his.

He was so solid and firm, her breasts squashed between their bodies as he angled his jaw and began devouring her passionately, thumbs stroking across her cheeks as their tongues dueled in her mouth for dominance. It wasn’t her first kiss, it wasn’t even their first kiss, but it might as well have been as Jaune controlled her utterly, Blake whimpering as he made her see stars.

He was such a good kisser.

Blake could taste the chocolate cake on his tongue and a hint of the rosé on his breath, mixing together in an intoxicating blend. Her skin tingled down her neck and across her shoulders, down her arms and back, making her shiver in delight. A soft heat was blooming in her tummy, down deep, her nipples tightening pleasurably.

He couldn’t get enough of her. She tasted of lemon and vanilla, and wine, their tongues gliding together effortlessly. Her mouth was deliciously warm, her lips soft like the petals of a flower, and when he sucked on them, she exhaled shakily with a cute, feminine moan.

“Jaune,” she panted, nails raking down the back of his shirt. “Mm, Jaune.”

His erection quickly swelled, egged on by her sexy little sounds as he devoured her mouth. Soon he was rock hard, straining against the inside of his pants, set against her belly. Blake made a sound of excitement and rolled her stomach against him, grinding on his erection, and he sighed into her mouth, pressed his hips forward.

Blake felt delirious with desire as she felt the hard line of his cock, trapped between their bodies. Even through the layers of clothes, she could feel how hard and hot it was, and her own crotch flushed with heat, her insides pulsing. Squirming, Blake rubbed her thighs together as her vagina moistened, her arousal gathering in a hot velvety slick that oozed from her pussy.

“Haaah, Jaune,” she kissed him harder, her teeth nipping at his lip. He returned the favor and her pussy dampened further, nipples throbbing. “Mwah~! Ah~! J-Jaune. God, you feel – ah – so good. Your mouth – I love your mouth.”

One of his hands slipped down, caressing her neck, fingers ghosting across her shoulder and then down. Blake arched as he tickled her side, stroking the smooth, soft skin that stretched taut across her ribs, feeling each rib before curling his hand around her back.

“Ah~!” she exclaimed, swallowed by his mouth as he stroked her spine. Heat pooled messily in her panties, the material quickly growing sodden. “Mm – yes, I need – more. Jaune, more~!”

He had no idea how long they kissed. Long enough for their lips to begin to sting, for their jaws to ache. His cock throbbed, irritated at being confined, so hard it hurt. Giving her one last peck, he pulled away.

Blake’s lips were red and slightly swollen, slick with saliva, her mouth falling open as she panted. Her eyes were dark, the color deeper, richer, almost golden as she looked at him with pure lust. It was a look that was mirrored in his eyes, the blue of his irises darkened, stormy.

She felt weak kneed as she stepped back, chest rising and falling rapidly. Her heart was racing faster than she’d ever felt it, pounding in her ears, blood roaring in approval. Her eyes settled on his reddened lips, smeared with saliva and gloss, her tender insides squeezing.

She wanted this man more than anything she’d ever wanted in her life.

Reaching behind her neck, she grabbed the joint straps of her dress and pulled them up, ducking her head. Once it was clear, she let it drop, and just like that, her bare chest was revealed to his hungry eyes.

“Blake,” he groaned as her shapely breasts met his eyes.

While she wasn’t as endowed as many of their friends, she was far from small. Jaune traced the pale skin of her cleavage, their weight pulling them apart as they sagged youthfully, giving them an attractive bulging shape on the lower side of her breast. Her nipples were a reddish color, almost as if they were blushing, her areola an inch across and crinkled with arousal. The tips were thick and pointed, curved slightly upwards.

His balls tightened, his cock flexing in his pants.

She was magnificent.

Below them, her belly was flat and firm, waist narrow before flaring out into healthy hips. Her ribs were subtle but visible, set beneath her wonderful tits.

“Touch me,” she begged.

Jaune seized her hips and spun her around, Blake yelping as her back was pressed against his chest. Facing away, Jaune placed a hand on her stomach, feeling her abs contract beneath the soft skin while his other hand moved higher.

“Ah~!” Blake moaned as he cupped her right breast, squeezing it gently. Jaune buried his nose in her hair, inhaling deeply, and she arched her back, pressing her ass against his bulge.

Her breasts were soft but not as soft as Nora’s, a firmness underneath that fascinated him. Rolling his wrist, he lifted it up, feeling its weight in his palm before lightly teasing her nipple. Her moan rolled from deep within, and Jaune rocked his hips, grinding his erection along the curve of her butt.

“Do you like them?” she asked.

He nodded, placing a kiss on the back of her head. Her kitty ears twitched and flicked.

“You’re amazing,” he told her. “Everything about you.”

He gathered her hair with his other hand, pushing it over her shoulder to expose her neck. Jaune then cupped both her breasts, fondling them with growing enthusiasm as he began peppering kisses along the nape of her neck. Blake gasped in delight, body trembling head to toe as he tugged on her nipples, stretching her breasts.

“Mmmnggg – Jaune,” she panted, tilting her head to the side as he began sucking on her skin. Her uterus throbbed when he nipped her lightly, his teeth scraping over a sensitive spot. Blake pressed her ass back harder. “Haaah~! Nng~! You make me feel so good.”

Every time he tweaked her nipples, a bolt of heat shot down her body, gathering in her belly. Her breasts felt hot, a deep, pleasurable ache throbbing at the tips as he manipulated them with dextrous fingers. Blake rolled her hips, body undulating as his erection slotted between her cheeks, her dress bunching up.

“Do you like when I do this?” he asked, voice filled with lust as he rolled her nipples, pinching them sharply. Blake hissed. “Or do you like it when I do this?”

He scraped his nails around her areola, lightly scratching the crinkled outline. Her skin erupted in goosebumps, down her arms and spine, her hips wiggling as she clamped her thighs together. Her panties were flooded with her essence, totally drenched in her lust for him. Even though he was only playing with her breasts, she felt every sensation in her clit, the sensitive bundle of nerves throbbing whenever he tweaked her nipples or squeezed her tits, massaging the deep, tender tissue.

He was driving her insane. She wanted to touch him, to taste him, to feel his hard body beneath her hands and lips. Jaune was toying with her, plucking her like the strings of an instrument, her voice slipping from her lips in a sensual song. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to make her cum just from her tits.

She didn’t want that.

She didn’t want him to know just how quick her weak pussy really was. He hadn’t even touched it and she was already going to fall apart, her insides pulsing erratically.

Whenever she masturbated, it never took long – but this? She needed to do something, fast.

When he cupped the underside of her breasts and pulled on them, stretching them out, his fingers sinking in deep, she’d had enough. Pussy clenching, she slipped out of his hold and turned, lunging at his mouth. Jaune made a sound of surprise as they kissed, her tongue frantic, slipping into his mouth and stealing his breath.

Her hands were just as active, fumbling with his belt. She managed to loosen it after several attempts, her mind foggy as he began kissing her back passionately, and when she removed it, she started on his shirt. Unbuttoning it one by one, she pulled it open, revealing a thin singlet underneath.

It irritated her. Just how many layers was he wearing?

She tugged the hem from his pants roughly, moaning into his mouth when she found his skin at last. Her hands pressed against his firm, rugged abs, marveling in how hard and compact he was, fingers ghosting up, up, up, caressing his firm chest. Blake broke the kiss to pull his singlet up over his head, removing it and the shirt and tossing them both aside carelessly.

Her eyes feasted ravenously on his body, her achy breasts tightening as her pussy twitched.

He was magnificent, built for battle and not vanity, his muscles hard, compact and ready for purpose. The shape of his chest, the broadness of his shoulders, the musculature down his arms, down his sides, across his stomach – it was perfection. She couldn’t get enough, palms rubbing over the dips and lines of his muscles, leaning in to kiss and bite his chest, soothing it with her tongue.

Jaune sighed as she lavished attention on him, the heat of her mouth wonderful. He toed off his shoes, nudging them aside, before settling his hands on her narrow waist, squeezing. Blake gave a shuddering moan, her hot breath gusting across his chest, and then with a small movement, he pulled her beautiful gown down over her hips.

The material pooled around her feet, and she stepped out of her glossy heels.

She was in nothing but a lacy black thong, intricate mesh pulled tight over her mound, hints of skin showing through. Racy and not the type of underwear you wore on a whim. No, these were worn to impress.

Blake reached for his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling down them, revealing his tented underwear. Black boxer-briefs, stretched to the limit, and Blake rested her forehead against his chest, gazing down the ripped plains of his body, seeing a hint of shaft as the waistband stretched away from his pelvis.

This was it.

This is what she wanted.

Blake swallowed, hooking her thumbs under the waistband on either side of his hips and pulling down. His cock caught on the material, bending downwards, and then with a sudden jolt, his cock was free and swung up.

Her mouth went dry.

Nora hadn’t been kidding. He was huge.

Long and thick, his shaft was riddled with knotted veins. Seven, eight, nine inches? Maybe more. Long enough to make a woman scream and beg, the glans mostly covered by foreskin but doing little to hide the shape, his crown stretching the skin taut. It remained upright with its own strength, curving upwards, and the very tip was moist with pre-cum. Hanging beneath were two healthy, large balls, a light dusting of blond hair ringing the base and across his scrotum.

Her body wasn’t ready. This was the type of cock she fantasized about in her wildest dreams after growing horny from reading her erotic novels. The type of cock a girl never expected to encounter, the type of cock Blake knew could make her do anything for if it belonged to a man she loved.

She was in trouble.

She was a goner.

Jaune groaned as her soft hands cupped him, one palming his balls while the other encircled the base of his shaft. Blake trembled as she saw how small her hands looked, wrapped around his length.

He was going to destroy her.

Blake panted unevenly as she began stroking him, pumping his shaft, up and down, up and down, while her other hand gently fondled his balls, rolling them in her palm, squeezing gently. They felt strange, like two soft boiled eggs within a fleshy pouch. Tender, vulnerable, and filled with sperm, bursting to impregnate, to dominate a woman’s body.

Her thoughts were growing wild, her lurid imagination only working her up even more. Blake felt how the underside of his cock was taut with a rugged swollen ridge, creating an even more intimidating shape.

“Blake,” Jaune whispered, resting his face against the top of her head. His breath gusted across her cat ears, and a shivering pulse ran down her spine. “That feels really good.”

Her hand pumped faster, rising higher. Tightening her grip, she peeled his foreskin down until it snapped tight beneath his crown. His glans were flushed a bright red, almost purple, and were fat. Her fist bumped into the ridge of his cock head every time she stroked up, his length throbbing. It made Jaune shiver inside, that hint of sharp pleasure as her skin lightly brushed against his most sensitive spot.

Pre-cum oozed from the tip, wetting the head and rolling down his shaft. Blake felt her palm grow sticky from the discharge, her palm gliding easily. Releasing his balls, she gripped him with both hands and started double-fisting him, working over his long, ridiculous dick.

“It’s so big,” she whispered, delighted. “Mm, Jaune – I bet you made Nora scream.”

Hearing his other lover’s name on her lips while she jerked him off did something to him. His cock flexed powerfully, and Blake made a sound of surprise.

“Oh Blake,” he groaned as her hands started to move faster, more sure of themselves. “God, that feels good.”

But she wanted more. Always more.

She walked him backwards until the backs of his knees touched the bed, and then pushed him down. Jaune gazed up at her body, cock standing straight up. Placing her hands on his thighs, she knelt in front of him and Jaune knew what she planned to do.

“Blake,” he groaned as her hot breath gusted across his throbbing length, his legs falling open as she shuffled closer.

“I want to taste it,” she moaned, nuzzling his shaft with her cheek. Inhaling deeply, she buried her nose against the base. “Does that make me a dirty girl?”

She placed a gentle kiss against his scrotum. Jaune watched as her kitty ears flicked excitedly, her mouth opening to suck on the side of his cock. Wet, messy smacks sounded from his crotch as she kissed around the base, tongue lapping out to bathe his dick in saliva. The heat of her mouth felt amazing on his cock, and when she began suckling on the underside, lips pursing around the burly root, his cock tensed, a fat drop of pre-cum leaking from the tip.

Blake struggled to breathe as she inhaled his scent, that deep musk of arousal, of man. Teasing his balls with her tongue, she loved how the ribbed skin stretched and tightened, his testicles lifting as she lavished them with attention. The side of his shaft felt blazing hot against her cheek as she moved higher, marking her, smearing his pre-ejaculate across her face.

She felt drunk but not from the wine they’d consumed. She was drunk on him, on his taste and smell, on her emotions as they swelled in her chest, her heart feeling tender, her nipples burning, her poor little pussy an itchy mess.

Fuck, she was so wet.

She cupped her panty-clad pussy, groaning as her palm applied pressure to her clitoris. The material was drenched, the outline of her vulva stark against her hand. Stroking up with her fingers, she trembled as her insides clenched.

God, she was so close from Jaune playing with her tits. If she wasn’t careful, she was going to fall apart.

Having Blake kneeling between his thighs was such a devastating sight, her beautiful face slack with lust as she rubbed his cock across her nose, her lips, her cheek. His pre-cum streaked across her forehead, her brow, making her lovely pale skin glisten, those deep honey-amber eyes molten.

His times with Nora had always been frantic, driven by a desperate need. Fucking fast and hard and dirty, drowning in each other, passion ruling every movement. Death had loomed over them, that first time – and then later, finding the time and a place to rut like animals, consumed in one another. Here with Blake, they could both take their time.

There was no Grimm bent on their destruction. They didn’t have classes. Their friends weren’t in danger of walking in on them.

Blake raked her nails down his thighs, his legs trembling from the sensation. She kissed higher and higher, mouthing the side of his shaft, tongue curling around the underside. She bathed him in spit, groaning as his pre-cum touched her taste buds, flooding her mouth with a salty musk that made her core spasm.

Jaune’s toes curled as she reached his crown, flicking it with quick, unpredictable lashes, pleasure pulsing in his balls. Peering up at him through her long lashes, her lips parted and swallowed his glans, engulfing him in blistering heat.

“Fuck,” he swore, unable to tear his eyes away. Blake moaned as she sucked on his head, sinking lower, taking him deeper in her mouth. Her movements were driven purely by passion and lust, inexperienced, yet it felt so damn good, her tongue writhing around him. “God, Blake.”

Her head bobbed up and down slowly, her lips tightening around his shaft. Cute little sounds of exertion sounded as one hand gripped the rest of his cock, pumping it as she slurped messily. His dick flexed in her mouth, tensing, and she nearly choked, swallowing him a little deeper before hastily retreating.

Her movements became faster as she got more comfortable, tongue twirling around his head on the up suck before cupping the underside on the down suck. Her cheeks would cave in aggressively, her lips stretching as she sucked harder, the pressure growing, his hips tensing as she tried to slurp his cock right off his pelvis. Those same cheeks would then bulge as she moved down, rubbing the tip on the inside of her mouth, stretching the skin obscenely.

Her teeth lightly scraped him on occasion, a hint of danger but it only increased the pleasure. When she sunk down a little deeper, threatening her throat, she coughed around him before slurping up hurriedly, his crown popping out of her mouth.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his cock throbbing as she continued to pump him with her hand. She nodded, clearing her throat before sucking him back between her lips, and sinking deep once again. She continued to threaten that final barrier but never pushed herself, not ready for it, but feeling that flimsy membrane at the back of her mouth start to give felt amazing on the tip of his dick.

Blake cupped her pussy again as it burned, trembling. Sucking his cock was making her approach her end, and she realized shamefully that it wouldn’t take long at all. But she didn’t want to cum like this. She wanted to cum with his fat, long dick buried in her snatch, claiming her virginity and turning her into a woman.

She would never get another first with him.

Her fist moved quickly, her lips meeting it as she sucked powerfully, drawing up off his cock with a loud pop. His crown swelled as she jerked him off, hand slick with saliva and pre-cum, marveling at how hard it was. Her mouth felt a little numb as she awkwardly climbed to her feet.

“Blake?”

“I need it here,” she said, fingers stroking the skin beneath her belly button. “Please, I need it. I want to cum with you buried in here, Jaune. Can I have it? Please?”

He nodded, eyes devouring her form. “You can have whatever you want.”

Blake bit her lip, feeling unsteady as she turned around, showing him her ass, and the thong swallowed by her fat cheeks. Jaune groaned as she gave her plump cheeks a little shake, those soft, pale globes jiggling. And then she bent at the waist, slipping her thumbs under the waistband and pulling them over her ass, and down her shapely, toned legs.

Her plump pussy was cupped between her luscious cheeks, revealed to his hungry eyes. The material of her panties pulled away wetly, her thighs slick with her juices, her pretty pussy appearing like a half-bloomed flower.

She was completely smooth, clean shaven, her outer labia swollen with blood. Her inner labia curled from within, long and drenched in her arousal, the same reddish color of her nipples, unfurling like petals. Her entrance was slightly opened, her insides slick and red, inflamed.

He wanted nothing greater than to bury his cock in it.

“Wait,” he said in a moment of clarity, and Blake felt a spike of fear. He reached for the bedside table. “We need a condom.”

He’d been lucky with Nora. He didn’t want to chance it again.

The metallic square was only in his hand for an instant before Blake grabbed it from his hand and tossed it away, and he looked at her in shock.

“I’m on birth control,” she said, making his balls quake. “We don’t need it. I want you raw.”

She crawled on top of him and Jaune lay back, pulling her onto the bed. Blake groaned as his hard, slick cock slid against her stomach, trapped between their bodies. It felt like it was already claiming her womb, each time it throbbed resonating deep in her belly.

Panting, she sat up, staring down at his body with lust. Curling a hand around his cock, she pointed it up at her drenched quim, shivering as it bumped against her clit.

She was going to ride him so she could control the pace. If she let him fuck her, she would unravel immediately. This way, she could pace herself.

That was the plan.

But plans could fall apart easily, and this was one of those times. As she rose up on her knees, slipping him between her thighs to press on her entrance, her heart leapt into her throat. Letting gravity aid her, she slid down, her wet pussy yielding easily.

His fat crown popped inside.

Jaune groaned as her molten snatch swallowed the tip of his dick, her arousal drooling down his shaft like the heated caress of a lover. He couldn’t help but compare her to Nora, whose entrance was much tighter, a struggle to slip inside. Blake’s entrance was softer, more plump, opening up easily as she shifted her weight down, his cock spearing into her.

Though her entrance wasn’t as tight, as he burrowed into her, Jaune quickly discovered that her pussy quickly narrowed, almost crushing him in its vice-like grip. Her folds were smaller, more textured, stroking the sensitive skin of his crown, pleasure pooling in the base of his shaft. Blake arched as she lowered herself, her lithe, beautiful body stretched out, her breasts pointed at the ceiling, her quim stretched wide around his girth.

She was a creature of sexuality and lust, in this moment. The sight of her was arousal in its purest form.

Blake quickly realized her mistake but it was too late. Her thighs quivered, growing weak, the curve of his cock grinding him across the front of her pussy. When his head swiped over her g-spot, it was done, and all that she had been desperate to avoid came true. With a startled sob, her eyes rolled in bliss as her pussy violently contracted. That tight knot of pressure in her tummy ruptured, her tits shaking as she convulsed, her scream bouncing off the walls as she climaxed.

Jaune gasped in surprise as her vagina erupted in a series of soul destroying contractions, milking his cock furiously, even though he was only a quarter of the way inside her. Hips bucking, Blake fell forward, spitting his cock out as she sprayed his pelvis in a healthy squirt of girl cum, her easy, weak pussy unable to cope.

Again and again, her hips jumped as her womb pulsed, lightning coursing through her body as her orgasm rolled through her. She could barely think or breathe, her voice broken as she whined pitifully.

She was practically humping the top of his shaft as her hips continued to bounce, until finally the contractions eased, her empty tunnel releasing its grip. It was a mind melting orgasm, and yet she felt unsatisfied, denied.

Blake peeled her face off his chest, face twisted in shame.

“Jaune,” she pleaded. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to finish so fast.”

Embarrassing, humiliating, but one look at his face eased her fears. His eyes were dark, filled with desire as he flipped them over, Blake making a sound of surprise. He hooked one of her legs, her calf sliding up by his shoulder while he pinned the other to the bed, spreading her open.

“It’s okay,” he told her. “We aren’t finished.”

He’d wanted to take his time with her but it was too much. Watching her shatter had removed any restraint he had.

Blake cried out as he directed his cock back inside her, sliding into her effortlessly. Gritting his teeth, he pushed through the narrowness of her inner pussy, relishing the exquisite pleasure before thrusting harder. Blake jerked, discomfort overwhelmed by rapture as he fucked her deeper than before, gliding in deep until he was buried to the balls in her upturned cunt.

The pressure was almost too much, his fat dick stretching her out, touching a place so deep inside her she thought she might split in half. Blake stared, bug eyed at where he cleaved into her, her engorged labia spread wide around the base of his ridiculous cock – and now understood the words Nora had spoke to her, experiencing it at last.

“Jaune,” she gasped, chest heaving as she gasped for air. It felt like his cock was in her lungs, denying her breath. “Jaune~!”

Rolling his hips, Blake’s eyes crossed as he nudged her cervix, a sudden jolt running through her body. Her body attempted to thrash but he had her pinned, her foot kicking out behind his head.

“Fuck, Blake, you’re so tight,” he told her, voice dripping with desire. “So tight and wet. It feels so good.”

He pulled back slightly before thrusting in, tapping her just right. Blake moaned unabashedly, mouth falling open as her brain trembled from the pleasure he was inflicting on her. Again, and again, and again, he thrust into her slowly but deeply, fucking her right to the depths of her poor, weak pussy until she could feel that pressure building again.

Jaune sighed as her grip tightened, squeezing his cock hard. Grunting, he bottomed out and flexed his shaft, and Blake screamed as he found a sensitive spot, just in front of her cervix.

“Yessss,” she seethed, shaking. “Fuck me right there~! Mmngg~! Haaahhhnn~! Ahhhn~! Yes, fuck, gaaawd, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me~!”

Her voice grew desperate as he began to move faster, fucking into her with long, smooth, powerful strokes. Her pussy gushed around his pistoning shaft, becoming a thick cream as it frothed from the friction, her insides writhing around him. It felt like every fold and pleat was attempting to strangle his glans, catching on every single one, the pleasure addicting. He thrust harder, sweat building on his skin, eyes locked on her amazing tits as they bounced before meeting her longing gaze.

He was having Blake Belladonna in the most intimate way possible.

This amazing, sweet, troubled girl who had quickly become one of his most important people. He wanted to protect her, nurture her, and stand beside her, as a teammate, as a friend, and as a lover. Affection for her bloomed heavy in his chest, a genuine, all consuming love.

He loved her. Just as he loved Nora.

Just as she loved him.

He’d stood beside her at her lowest, helped to avoid her making another huge mistake in a life full of them. Blake had revealed the worst of herself and he’d not even blinked, accepting her with open arms. Her anger, her rage at the injustice of the world. He took it, and showed her that she wasn’t alone. She had a team. She had a partner.

She had him.

Always. Forever. For as long as she wanted him.

She wasn’t going to let him go. No matter what. Only death could prey her claws out of him now.

Blake could do nothing as he began pounding her into the bed, fucking her harder and harder, her cries becoming incoherent. Every time he tapped her cervix, it felt like her mind was going to fracture, driving her insane. Every back stroke felt like he was going to pull her poor, weak pussy inside out, that pressure building and building until once again, she erupted in orgasm.

Jaune hissed as she squealed, rippling madly around his pistoning length. She was a vice of molten heat around him, yet his hips refused to stop, relentlessly fucking her through her orgasm and into another one, her hands pounding against the bed and tearing at the fabric.

“Ahhhn~! Nnngggggggggg’cuuuuuummmming~♡!”

Jaune could feel his end building but pulled out, her pussy gaping as it visibly contracted. Blake spasmed, squirting across the bed and then he was pulling her to the side, palming her tits.

“Blake,” he whispered in her ear, turning her over and slipping behind her as he pulled her ass up until she was kneeling, her face against the bed. “God, Blake. You’re so damn beautiful.”

She almost choked as he slipped into her from behind, burying himself in a single, swift thrust. Her back hunched, her moan caught in her throat as he began fucking her, ass rippling with the impact of each lunge.

Jaune felt like a different person when he had sex. More aggressive, out of control. It had been the same with Nora and now it was the same with Blake, dominating her body with vicious thrusts, his cock punching into her cervix. Hands bunched in the blankets, she threw her hips back, howling every time his balls slapped against her clitoris.

Plap, plap, plap, plap – the room was filled with the sounds of their mating, his fingers sinking into her ridiculously fat ass and squeezing, pulling the cheeks apart. Her cute little asshole winked at him, her voice growing higher as he flexed inside her.

“Jaune~! Ahhnn~! Y-You’re b-breaking my pussy~!” she screamed, yet continued to throw her hips back, clap, clap, clap. “Hnnnnrrrrggggggg—gonna make me cum again~!”

Her pussy was on a hair trigger, and Jaune loved it.

His balls ached as all the pressure from her blowjob, from her vagina violently milking him began to build up. He slammed himself into her harder, feeling his cum churn as his balls lifted, desperate to unload. Blake whimpered as her body orgasmed again, weakly writhing in exhaustion.

“Oh yeaaah,” he groaned, feeling himself tip over the edge. “Oh Blaaake, I’m gonna cum.”

His cock swelled, making Blake sob. Slapping his pelvis flush with her shapely ass, Jaune felt his cum rocket up his shaft before he was cumming, firing several long, messy ropes straight into her womb. Blake gasped as she felt his boiling hot load gush thickly into her deepest spot, quickly filling her up as her mind nearly collapsed from the pleasure of the moment.

She’d never felt so good in her entire life.

All her fantasies, all of her imagination did not compare to the feelings of being bred by a man you had feelings for. Though the birth control would prevent conception, she’d been inseminated.

Jaune rode out his orgasm, rolling his hips aggressively in time to every ejaculation until his heaving balls finally stilled. Jaune groaned as he pulled her to the side, spooning her with his length still buried in her trembling cunt.

For a brief moment, he felt a moment of panic. He’d been so rough with her. Too rough. But then she stretched out, pulling one of his hands to settle on her breast, groaning in bliss.

“Jaune,” her voice sounded strained, weak, but full of love. “Oh Jaune. That felt so good.”

He nuzzled the back of her neck and placed a kiss against her sweaty nape.

“I wasn’t too rough with you?”

She shook her head. “No – I… I liked it. I know it was our first time – my first time – but… I think I wanted you to… dominate me…”

She felt mortified, revealing it. But if he’d pulled her hair, she’d have allowed it, encouraged it. If he’d slapped her ass, she’d have told him to do it harder. Even if he choked her… she’d have felt safe, secure.

She felt like such a slut but she didn’t care.

Slow, romantic sex could come later.

Laying there with his large cock still buried inside her, her womb bursting with his hot cum, his lean, powerful body at her back?

Blake had never felt more at peace. Even if she was going to be really sore in the morning.