RWBY: Hunter of Huntresses; Weiss 2

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[Weiss Schnee, Stolen––Part 2]

"So, what can I get you?" Jaune asked. "Tea, coffee? Though this isn't the cafe, mind you."

"I'll have some coffee, thanks."

Jaune whistled while preparing her coffee. Entering his abode, Weiss settled into his living room, sitting on his sofa. For a teen's apartment, it was rather spacious. The flat was apparently a one-bedroom apartment, yet the minimalist style it had made the whole place seem more capacious than normal. The walls were painted in a shade of white, which was complemented by maple wood floorboards. The living room had minimal furniture––a low, glass coffee table which was placed on a large grey rug lay in its center. Behind the table was a white leather sofa (which Weiss was currently sitting on), which was placed against a wall. To her side was a balcony separated by a glass sliding door, and to her left was the kitchen which Jaune was currently in, partially separated from the living room by a drywall. In front of her was a shelf where a flat screen television was placed on. The room was illuminated by white light, as it had gotten relatively dark due to the rainy weather outside.

"Here's your order, Weiss."

The heiress chuckled as Jaune played the role of waiter. Really, talking to him gave her a light, fluttery feeling like no other. As she sipped the coffee, she recalled her first time meeting him, in a place with stormy weather very much like the one right now. Placing the coffee back down, she noticed a familiar remote that was neatly placed near the edge of the table. That's when she remembered.

The picture he sent.

The remote-sized length and girth.

The godly pendulum between his legs.

Thinking back, this was certainly the table in the photo. Weiss trembled a bit, letting the facts sink in. She was sitting around and drinking coffee on the very table that Jaune's large penis was placed on. The very same table which he imprinted his massive sex on. Riding on that train of thought, she remembered why she came here.

"I take it you're here to have a good time?" he had said.

"Excuse me for saying this, but you look like you've been through a lot, lately."

Snapping back to her thoughts, Weiss directed her gaze towards Jaune, who was now lounging next to her on the couch. He had the decency to put on a t-shirt when she entered his apartment (to her disappointment), obscuring his magnificent temple of a body from her. Though he leaned back in a relaxed manner, he frowned in concern for her. She rubbed her once-teary eyes, now red from her shameful crying an hour ago. Her face was a bit flushed, given how intense her emotions were.

"I just broke up with my––my boyfriend." she finally decided to call him that. That was the extent of their relationship, apparently. Just a short-term fling without any substantial romance.

"Oh." Jaune simply replied.

After taking another sip of her coffee, Weiss spoke. "I caught him and his team having…sexual relations with my slut of a teammate."

"Huh. That's…kind of a dick move." he remarked. "From him."

"Tell me about it." Weiss drank from her coffee again. "And here I thought what he and I had was actually worthwhile."

"Well, I think you are much better off without him anyway." Jaune snorted. "What kind of a boyfriend leaves his girlfriend waiting on a date? I bet he's a real fuckboy."

"He is, alright." the heiress scowled. "I'm pretty sure that I've been effortlessly replaced by some hussie at school who can't even keep her legs closed. And who needs him anyway!? He can go fuck whichever top-heavy whore he wants, that son of a––"

Weiss stopped herself, realizing that Jaune was looking at her in surprise. She let her emotions get the better of her, using crude words that she was taught never to say. Embarrassed, she fixed her expression and calmed down.

"I'm sorry you had to see and hear that––" she began.

"Don't be."

"What?"

"Jus let it all out." he suggested. "Release that anger. Keeping it bottled up isn't healthy, you know."

The white-haired beauty blinked. That was new. Usually someone would sneer at the sight of her losing control like that, especially back in her hometown of Atlas. Those high-class aristocrats who had masks for faces, displaying fake smiles. They would jump at any opportunity to spread gossip of her, and any misstep she made would be the behind-the-back whisper of the day. She drank what was left of her coffee, and sighed.

"Thank you, Jaune."

"Whatever for?" he queried.

"For being here with me, you dolt." she answered. "For the umbrella back then, for the delicious coffee you brought me, and for the––erm, the dick pic you sent me."

"Pfft." Jaune snickered. "Was that a confession of love? Because at first it was pretty deep, till you ended it with the dick pic you sent me."

Weiss smacked his arm. "It wasn't, you dolt. I'm going to take a break from this relationship business. This whole affair has been ridiculously disappointing and tiring."

"Are you still up for it, though?"

"What do you––oh."

"I'm ready to give you a good time." he huffed. "Only if you want to, of course."

"Oh. Well. I think I rather go––" Weiss began, before remembering the picture he sent.

His long rod.

His insane girth.

His godly prick.

"I'm just curious, that's all." she thought. "Besides, if Neptune fucks someone with a bigger chest than me, I better get back at him somehow."

Weiss was sure that the feelings she had for Jaune (whatever his last name was) didn't go beyond friendship. Sure, he was attractive. But in all honesty, she rather not start a new relationship so soon. He was terribly kind to her, though. Listening to her rants, chatting with her; she wanted to repay her debt to him. One good turn deserves another, after all. His possibly huge genitals notwithstanding.

"You know what, let's do it." she complied. "Show me that the picture you sent to me was indeed real."

"Oh, it's real all right. All nine and a half inches of it." Jaune gruffly said. "It's as real as those orgasms that you're going to be feeling soon."

Weiss' head went blank as he said that. Nine and a half inches. A measurement that meant nothing to her the day before had just sent down a strange heat down between her thighs. And the orgasms––the so-called myths which she only heard of online––he said she was going to be feeling them soon? In the blink of an eye, Jaune's tone shifted from nice and kind to domineering and forceful. She felt strangely turned-on by this change. The whole situation sounded unreal.

"Right. Just let me use your toilet first." she said as she stood up.

"Down the hall, to the right." Jaune answered. "Once you're done, head to my room. It'll be the only one with the door left ajar."

The heiress nodded as she went to his bathroom to relieve herself. Upon finishing, she went over to the sink to wash her hands. That was when something in the wastebasket caught her attention. Bending over to get a closer look, she recognized it as a condom––but unlike any other she had seen before. When she told Neptune to wear one during when they started out, it covered his penis completely. When he filled them, it looked like a floppy piece of white rubber. The ones inside the wastebasket however were the complete opposite. They were huge, filled up by what she assumes is semen. They looked closer to water balloons than the used condoms she knew. Furthermore, there were at least five of these inflated rubbers in the bin––five! It must be from those times Jaune had with his, erm, friends with benefits. He must not have emptied his bin in a while, leaving the evidence of his trysts from the past few nights.

As she exited the lavatory, she made her way to the room at the end of the hall––the only one whose door was ajar. The gap in the doorframe allowed her to see that the inside was dimly-illuminated with orange light––most likely from a lamp of sorts. Rays of golden light shone through the small gap in the door frame, creating a stark contrast with the relatively dark hall. Preparing herself, she approached the room, slowly walking towards it. Finally, she reached her destination and pushed the door open completely, allowing her to enter.

He was an absolute beast.

Jaune was sitting on his large bed, in all his naked glory. His back leaning on the headboard of his bed frame, he gave off a mellow, relaxed feel. Weiss felt herself licking her lips as she devoured the sight of Jaune's taut, athletic build. She knew that his muscles did nothing but to emphasize his tall frame, yet his magnificent, nude form still was surprising to her. The blonde's abs were well-formed, evidence of his fitness. He had hard-looking muscles on his biceps, and his thick, robust thighs gave the man a divine appearance. He was stacked from head to toe, his perfect, sculpted form ranging from his broad neck, rigid pecs, and firm legs––legs which were currently relaxed. And then there was his cock.

His mighty rod.

His grand man meat.

The object of her fantasies for the past few days.

Eyeing his groin, Weiss watched as the blonde adonis held his still-flaccid cock gently. Despite its relaxed state, it was still quite long; its flaccid length even surpassing Neptune's erect state. The cock curved downward in his hand, showing its massive weight under the force of gravity. It was thick, and had a few visible veins which coiled around its shaft. Below the monstrosity of a penis was Jaune's large scrotum, which held his testicles––which were like tangerines to Neptune's grapes. The huge ball sack that was capable of pumping copious amounts of seminal milk, enough to fill a condom like a water balloon. The hefty package hung beneath his loose trunk, something which reminded Weiss of her horseback-riding lessons as a child. Simply put, there was something absolutely primal and animalistic about his organ. The heiress was speechless at the blonde's titanic genitalia, unable to form words in her apparent state of cock-shock. She felt the same heat between her thighs appear again, her own sex lubricating itself in anticipation.

Snapping her back to reality, Jaune spoke. "Enjoying the view?"

"Is that…that's your––" Weiss dumbfounded started, "that's your cock?"

Cock. Such a crass, boorish word. To think that a few days ago, she would have scolded herself for using such slang. She never used it during her time with Neptune, the closest she ever got was using the word 'dick' when Neptune asked her to drop her elite persona. She called his penis that reluctantly, and failed to understand the appeal of dirty talk. Presently however, she was starting to understand why low-class street whores would use such a word––neither 'penis' nor 'dick' could describe Jaune's vast shaft, its girth evident even in its soft state. This wasn't a mere 'penis' or 'dick', but a cock. A big, fucking cock, capable of ejecting loads of semen for easy breeding.

"Well, it's attached to my groin, is it not?" he quipped. "Now are you just going to stand there, or are you going to get naked, slut?"

Normally, Weiss would fire an insult back at the man who dared to call her something so demeaning. An insult to her would be an insult to the Schnee name––something no one on Remnant would ever dream of doing, lest face slander charges from the SDC's legal team. Now though, she couldn't help but feel that the term was appropriate. Seeing Jaune's cock––which was still flaccid––prevented her from forming any coherent thought.

"Okay." she timidly replied. "Just let me remove my––"

"How 'bout you give me a show?"

"Pardon?"

"Strip for me." he commanded. "Wiggle that ass you're so proud of. Tease me. My cock won't get hard on its own, you know."

Weiss gulped at his order, and obeyed it. Slowly, she began her sensual striptease––something which she had no experience with. She first eloquently removed her short jacket, revealing her fair skin and bare shoulders which were usually hidden by the white bolero. Now in her equally white strapless dress, she reached her arm behind her back and pulled the zipper down. Like a graceful gymnast, she displayed this flexibility with utmost sensuality, making the act nothing short of erotic. Removing her dress, she was left in her lace underwear, which was cyan in color. Swaying her hips as she did so, Weiss rubbed her elegant palms down her body. Starting with her chest, she kneaded her meager breasts through the faux-lingerie before sending her hands down her flat stomach. From there, she slowly moved on to her sides, caressing her rather wide hips all the way to her pale, succulent thighs––emphasizing her curvaceous bottom.

Turning around, she gave her only audience a good look of her panty-clad backside and bent over. Firmly placing her arms on her knees and began gyrating her hips. Arching her back, she displayed her heart-shaped ass to Jaune, who was silently stroking his cock. Her relatively conservative panties rode up her ass, giving it the appearance of a lacy thong. There was a damp spot at the center of her skivvies, indicating her arousal. She felt herself up, erotically brushing her hands onto her round rump. Maintaining her bent-over position, she unclasped her bra and quickly cast it to the side before sensually pulling her panties down her slender, white legs. As the undergarment made its way down, it displayed a line of sticky fluid which came from her moist snatch. After stepping out of her panties, she cast it aside as well, before turning around to give Jaune a good view of her frontside. The white-haired angel's eyes widened as she saw Jaune's member, now fully erect and throbbing from her erotic striptease.

It was glorious––thick veins full of life, pumping blood from the male's arousal. Its peerless length stood up at attention, like a tower in the desert. The shaft's thickness gave it an aura of intimidation as the girthy phallus jutted from his crotch. If she got wet earlier from the sight of his flaccid cock, she was positively gushing right now at its erect state. Licking her lips, she walked towards the bed. She continued swaying her hips from side to side, and couple that with her heeled boots which she kept on, it gave her the appearance of a high-class prostitute rather than an aristocrat. Not that she minded, of course. There was only one thing on her mind, and that was the goal of impaling herself on that tremendous member.

Removing her boots, Weiss climbed onto the bed. She crawled towards Jaune, in the direction of his crotch. Her gaze was glued to the sight of Jaune's huge cock, one befitting a stallion. Like a predator stalking her prey, Weiss edged closer and closer to the colossal schlong, bumping her hips in the air left to right while doing so. The pale-skinned huntress finally got close enough to take a whiff of Jaune's musk, which sent tremors through her whole body. The lengthy rod was within centimeters of her face, and the bedside lamp made the phallus cast a long shadow on the heiress' facial features. Her dripping snatch ached with need––caused by both her striptease and the sight of the blonde's vast member. She nuzzled his hard manhood, even giving a long lick to the underside of the shaft––worship which made the man in question groan in pleasure.

"Say Weiss, I have an idea you might be interested in." he proposed.

Weiss stopped her ministrations and released her lips from his cock with a loud pop. Her saliva coated the robust member, making the entire thing glisten as it stood proudly erect. Despite her temporary pause from her cock worship, she continued to stroke it, jacking it off with her delicate hands. Dust, she couldn't even close her fingers around it.

"What did you have in mind?" she said, eager to get back to sucking.

"Well, your boyfriend cheated on you, right?"

=––=

Neptune Vasilias was in fact, enjoying his youth.

As one of the popular boys in school, he captured the hearts of a vast majority of the female student body. He knew that. He had girl after girl flirt with him, even when he himself was considered 'taken'. He would flirt back, give them knowing winks, maybe even give them his number. He was handsome enough to catch the eye of the Schnee heiress, after all.

Speaking of Schnee, he hadn't heard from Weiss since their, ah, break-up the day before. Well, it doesn't matter. He always had some girls on the side for a good time. Hell, he even almost got caught by Weiss during that time in the hallway. Having sex with Yang was tiring, in all honesty. She had some sort of aggressive persona during intercourse, practically draining him. Her glorious tit-jobs with those enormous boobs of hers really made him empty his balls. She made him cum with virtually no effort, speeding her breasts up and down his penis.

He snorted. Weiss would come back, eventually. It was hard to say no to this perfect face of his, one fit for blockbuster movies. In the meantime, he would settle with some girls in his list of contacts. Pulling out his scroll, he prepared to go through said list, only to suddenly receive an email. He checked the sender. Weiss Schnee. Huh, that's weird. Normally, she would use the scrolls messaging function. Under the impression that the proud Weiss Schnee was sending him an apology, he opened the email. He found that the email had no text, only an attached video file. Curious, Neptune tapped the file to watch it. It buffered for a while before playing.

"Oh, fuck me! Fuck my tight, rich-girl pussy!"

Neptune almost dropped his scroll in surprise. His audio was at full volume, and several nearby people looked at him. Some of them chuckled, to his embarrassment. Several of the girls who were eyeing him as he walked down the street covered their mouths in glee. He quickly lowered the volume, then walked around the corner and entered an isolated alleyway. What the hell was going on!? Why would Weiss send him a video of some slutty pornstar––

"Tell me who you belong to, Weiss."

Neptune went still. That was a man's voice. He looked at the video again, realizing that he was watching a perky ass slam up and down what seems to be a big cock. Extremely thick, he watched as the stranger's cock stretched his ex-girlfriend's pussy, noticing how her vaginal folds were greedily gripping onto the rod like a vice. It was Weiss, he was sure of it; rarely anyone had skin as fair as hers, and no one else had white hair tied in a ponytail like that. Her tied hair was being whipped around due to the intensity of the couple's fucking.

"You! I belong––ah, ah, ah!" the heiress loudly moaned. "I belong to you!"

The blue-haired viewer watched Weiss bounce up and down, reverse cowgirl-style. Her generous ass slammed hard on her current lover's crotch each time it went down, creating obscene, flesh-on-flesh noises. The furious hip movements the heiress conducted allowed the camera to capture her beautiful rear jiggle everytime she sunk herself down on the unknown man's cock. Weiss, being the rich girl that she is, always had the latest generation of scroll whenever one would come out. This model was one which was capable of recording high definition, high quality videos. Neptune watched as his former lover impaled her tight snatch again and again, himself hypnotized at the rhythmic motions which seemed to break Weiss' mind.

"POUND MY TWAT WITH YOUR BIG COCK!" she screamed. "OH, DUST! I'M CUMMING!"

As soon as she lifted her pussy off the massive dick she was riding, she let loose a waterfall of fluids. She squirted intensely, all while releasing a guttural cry of pure pleasure. The heiress' love fluids gushed onto the stranger's raw cock as well as onto the bed sheets. Neptune widened his eyes, realizing how big that cock was––a tree trunk compared to his twig. He was shocked that such an enormous prick was flying in and out of his ex's narrow birthing hole, and the camera zoomed in to get a better look of Weiss' stretched-out snatch. It was as if the man's member had burrowed a tunnel straight into her, the heiress' snatch having been spread wide to accommodate the rod.

After her ejaculation ended, the formerly dignified heiress turned around, bending over on the bed and started licking the schlong. She gave it a few quick strokes with her spit as lube, graciously kissing the tip of the cock. Still stroking the phallus, she turned to look at the camera, and spoke.

"Hi, Neptune." she began. "I'm sure by now you're off galavanting with some side bitch of yours, all while expecting me to come back to you and apologize."

Sweat beaded down Neptune's forehead.

"But guess what?" she said. "I don't appreciate having a cheating fuckboy for a boyfriend, especially one with such a small dick such as yourself."

Neptune grit his teeth together in anger. This was humiliating, a damage to his ego. He, Neptune Vasilias, was the popular boy in school––he was the ideal of every woman's romantic partner, with his stunning celebrity looks.

"I mean, look at this cock!" the heiress held cock from its base, bringing it up next to her other arm. "It's the size of my fucking forearm! Your puny thing will never measure up to this, Neptune."

The pretty boy stared at the video, realizing that the Weiss he was watching was not the same snobby girl who he dated literally a day before. She used dirty words like 'cock,' and 'twat'. She even started swearing––a crass behavior which she considered herself above doing. It was bizarre; the once stiff rich girl was now a sexually liberated woman, casually mentioning things such as cock sizes.

"Your small thing never even made me cum," his ex-lover added, "sex with you was so boring and mundane, I thought all the hype about intercourse was just inflated by film and television."

"I've cum at least nine times in the past hour because of this magnificent stud." said the heiress, affectionately rubbing the unknown man's robust thigh. "Now I know that women's orgasms aren't a myth. Well, you learn something new everyday, I suppose."

His former slut of a girlfriend giggled, still stroking the large member. The slick noises coming from the handjob was well-recorded by the audio of the file, allowing the noise to echo in the lone alleyway he was in. It was an obscene, dirty noise, one which he only ever heard of in those adult videos he had been watching. The white-haired huntress increased the rate of her stroking, which eventually earned a low grunt from the stranger she was jerking off––signifying his imminent ejaculation.

"Oh, are you cumming, Jau––OH!"

The mighty tower Weiss kept jerking finally exploded, releasing thick ropes of semen onto the heiress. The cock expelled a large volume of seed, landing on the heiress' face and chest. Its viscous, syrupy breeding milk coated her facial features, creaming her. Most of the semen landed on her collarbones and chest, giving Weiss a pearl necklace.

"Oh my Oum," she breathed, "he even cums more than you. Your penis really is pathetic. I'm never coming back to you, or your runny drops of semen which you call 'cumshots'."

Neptune growled to himself. He didn't deserve this. He was going to get back at her––

"Oh right, if you even think about slandering me, calling me slut or a whore, or even spreading this video," Weiss fiercely glared at the camera, with the intent of burning holes through the viewer. "then not only will you face the full might of the SDC's legal team, but I'll also send all your admirers this picture."

As if on cue, his scroll pinged, receiving another email from Weiss. He was about to click on it, before he realized that the video hadn't finished yet.

"I don't ever want you in my sight again, fuckboy." she declared. "Take your cheating ass as far away from me as possible. Or else."

Based on the video, it seems that the male who was holding her scroll put the scroll down on the side of the bed, without even pressing stop. After a short delay, Neptune heard more grunts and moans, implying that the two had resumed their sexual congress. Fleshy noises accompanied this, indicating the fierce riding that Weiss was giving her bull.

His emotions running wild, he checked the picture Weiss sent, and gulped. It was a picture of his nude, sleeping form. His penis was soft, making it smaller than usual. His face was clearly seen, making denial of his identity impossible. Neptune started breathing heavily, almost suffocating from this emotional roller coaster that he just experienced. He was powerless. He couldn't even damage her reputation, lest suffer the legal and social consequences. He was in a panicked state of discomfort, leaning against the wall of the alleyway in humiliation.

So why on Remnant was he so hard right now?

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"You think he got the email?"

"I don't––oh yes, right there!"

Jaune smirked as he continued banging Weiss against the window. Hands on her flawless ass, he did her doggystyle as she leaned against the glass sliding door. He fucked her through the whole night, letting her experience orgasm after orgasm––making up for all the times she went unsatisfied with Neptune, she said. The fair-skinned woman went from proud aristocrat to a bona fide slut in just a couple of hours. He had broken her in, making her another common whore for his big cock. He continued his rapid penetration, spearing his member in and out of her. Her modest breasts were pressed against the glass pane, allowing anyone in the building across to see her getting railed. Her once pristine pussy had been stretched immensely; she won't be satisfied with any other men any time soon.

"I don't care about him anymore." she said, in between moans. "That cheating bastard can take his little pecker anywhere he wants, as long as it's away from me."

The blonde chuckled. "Wow, you're really holding a grudge."

"Hmph." the heiress indignantly snorted. "Well, I suppose this break-up was a blessing in disguise. Otherwise, I wouldn't ever have had a chance to experience your big, fat––COCK!"

The heiress screamed the last bit, cumming hard. The entire situation turned her on. From their joint nude forms, to the fact that she was being fucked in front of glass––she felt that she had just discovered her hidden exhibition fetish. She felt herself receive signals of pleasure from her brain just by thinking of random strangers spotting her sex-crazed expression as she was being pounded from behind. She wanted them to look at her as the piece of meat that she was, a woman whose sole purpose was to get hammered by a big dick. Jaune had treated her roughly, almost like a living fleshlight. The size difference between them allowed his muscular built to pick her up and slam her on his dick any time he wanted, and she relished him viewing her as nothing but a tool to release his pent-up semen.

Speaking of pent-up semen, she had come to realize that the inflated condoms in the wastebasket she saw the day before were not evidence of his actions from the past few nights. They were in fact, evidence of a tryst exactly the day before she came to his apartment. His virile balls were capable of pumping so much sperm, herself finding out last night after he came again and again. His stamina was unparalleled––Neptune truly couldn't compare.

"Ugh, I'm cumming, Weiss."

The man behind her pulled out his rod (much to her disappointment) and came on her back. His load coated her ample behind all the way to her lower back in thick, ivory cream––something which looked very erotic on her fair skin. Despite this, Weiss wanted to feel that warm essence inside her. A switch inside her flipped, and she couldn't deny her sudden interest in the possibility of such a stud inseminating her. She felt aroused at being bred by a man who was so masculine and domineering––the perfect mate. With the two of them panting heavily, they relaxed from their position, both of them sinking to the floor. Weiss lost track of the times the blonde had cum, especially after he met his daily quota of condom usage (which was eight). In the end, his engorged phallus finally went limp, though it didn't lose its girthy and weighty appearance even in its relaxed state.

"What about Ya––your teammate?" he asked.

"Honestly, I don't know." Weiss admitted. "Sure, I'm mad at her. But then again, I always knew what kind of person Neptune was, I just never wanted to admit it to myself."

"Personally, I don't think you should hate her." Jaune said. "After all, you're a team. You can't stay divided like that."

"I know." the heiress sighed. "Ugh. Now that I think about it, she was the one who warned me about guys like him. I didn't listen to her, and look what happened."

"Funny how she was the one who pointed out his true nature." Jaune quipped. "On both occasions, I mean."

"Well, if it means anything, I'm thankful to her too." Weiss smiled at the blonde. "I got to fuck this nice, big, cock throughout the entire night. I actually got to orgasm, too."

Jaune sighed as Weiss gripped his penis and stroked it gently. "You should settle things with her, then."

"Of course I will." she nodded. "I've got to admit that it's not my err in judgement, nor Yang's promiscuity which made this mess. It's that fuckboy of a cheater whom I dated, who thinks he can just play with the heart of any girl on Remnant."

Jaune chuckled. "Well, I'm always up for a romp with you, Weiss. Just hit me up any time."

"Thank you very much, Jaune. Now, how about we take a shower?" she gave him a sultry wink. "Let's both get cleaned up."

Needless to say, Jaune's neighbors would file their routine noise complaints that day.

=––=

"...And then we agreed on becoming fuck buddies." Jaune exhaled. "Man, that was a long story, wasn't it? Hope you're still listening. Any thoughts?"

"Ghlk, ghlk, ghlk!"

Jaune look down to see the naked form of Yang Xiao-Long taking his cock deep into her throat. The bombshell was on her knees sucking him off, her head motions making her golden locks of hair sway through the air. She gave him a vacuum blowjob, an expert technique only used by the most experienced of whores. The voluptuous blonde blew him hard, with the ultimate intent of his grand ejaculation.

"Still though," Jaune continued, "I had to stop myself from laughing when she said 'who thinks he can just play with the heart of any girl on Remnant.' Honestly, does she not realize what I'm doing to her?"

Yang glared at him from his crotch, still sucking on him. His cock was slobbered by her copious amounts of saliva, and she was periodically letting the member hit the back of her throat. She practically treated his cock as a toy, letting her tongue wiggle around the cock as it was in her mouth. Her face was flushed and covered with sweat, evidence of the work she put into blowing him. Tangled wisps of aurelian hair dangled in front of her face, as she had no energy left to spare in fixing them.

"Oh! I'm getting close." Jaune remarked. "You didn't even use your tits this time, that's an improvement."

The huntress clenched her eyes shut and prepared for the torrent of cum that was to be ejected straight down her esophagus. She knew how much semen those dust-damn balls of his could produce. It could probably knock up an entire village of women, for all she knew. Yang was aware of its viscosity, its amount, and most familiarly: its taste.

"There we go! Take it, you blonde bimbo."

Semen gushed out of the man's cock, exiting through his penishole. Yang had braced herself for this, and immediately started swallowing the seminal milk to prevent herself from choking. It went straight down her gullet and all the way down to her stomach, her body receiving a generous amount of protein in one go. After nearly a full minute of cumming, the torrent stopped, and the blonde huntress removed herself from Jaune's dick.

"You better keep your end of the deal, you bastard." she said, wiping her mouth. "I don't ever want to do something like that to a teammate ever again."

"Of course. I never go back on my word," Jaune replied. "but that's only if you win our bet."

The blonde adonis stood up from his sofa, and helped Yang up as well.

"We'll continue in my room." he said, matter-of-factly. "You know the drill."

Yang went with him into his quarters, fully aware of the rough and pleasurable pounding she would––reluctantly, she told herself––receive. This was not her first time with him at all. Jaune firmly gripped her generous ass––bigger Ruby's, much fuller than Weiss'––as they walked towards the bed which he plowed a certain heiress on hours ago.

Addicting huntresses, instigating break-ups, cucking fuckboys, getting justice on cheating bastards, and letting a poor little rich girl get a taste of what she's missing out on?

All in a week's work for Jaune Arc.

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