RWBY: Hunter of Huntresses; Pyrrha 2

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[Pyrrhic Submission]

Session 13

Private Showers of Room 325

Pyrrha Nikos considered herself to be one of the most gifted huntresses in her generation––and this was no exaggeration. The woman was a veritable tank, a goddess of victory cloaked in crimson and bronze charging towards the deadly Grimm on plains, hills, and caves. Her iconic and recognizable armor was a notable trademark feature of the spartan. Her flowing, waist-length, red hair would be tied in a ponytail, zipping backwards as she rushed to the battlefield to protect civilians from the monsters which threatened them.

She was an idol; a role model of sorts for young girls everywhere, a polite yet badass woman of great power. While Pyrrha hated how she was alienated from her peers, it was always nice to be seen as the infallible, rigid champion of justice who was respected by her younger fans.

"Oh, now there's a tight spot."

The same infallible, rigid champion of justice was now nakedly squirming under a certain blonde man's touch.

Jaune Arc, her trainer-turned-fuck buddy was in an equal state of undress. The two teens were in the private bath room of Room 325, which had a spacious shower cubicle. Pyrrha was, in her opinion, enjoying the benefits of their new workout room too much. She had requested that their venue be changed, noticing how they were getting far more intimate than initially anticipated.

The lean, muscular huntress wanted to save time on a bath by showering at Platinum Gym instead of when she arrived back at her dorm at Beacon. She had asked Jaune beforehand though, as the filing protocol required the consent and approval of the client's personal trainer. Jaune had agreed.

So long as he would shower with her.

"Mmph, just––just make it quick." she hurriedly whined. The man pressed a thick thumb into her lower back, eliciting a responding moan from her. "We transferred venues so that, ah, I wouldn't go home late anymore. Taking this long defeats the purpose."

"You say that as if you aren't dripping for me." Jaune let out a deep chuckle from behind her. Damn him. Damn his manly voice, and his manly arms. The blonde focused his touch on her waist now, rubbing it up and down to apply pressure onto her abdomen. The pleasant sensations got her vag running, activating her libido.

"Just hurry the fuck up." Pyrrha impatiently said. As much as her pussy throbbed, she couldn't afford to oversleep and show up late to Team JNPR's morning training meetings.

"Damn, that's some aggression, Pyr."

The red-haired woman swallowed as Jaune called her by his self-given nickname. Aware of her identity, he dropped the pseudonym 'Ms. Red'. This made the woman feel a certain intimacy.

"Are you fucking done? You're rubbing my boobs again, you perv."

"Well shit, you got me." Jaune frowned, still kneading his fingers on her endowments. His careful caressing increased the growing need in her––hands squeezing her funbags, kneading them like dough. "What the fuck is up with you tonight?"

"Nothing. Just pound me and get this over with." Pyrrha's had two reasons for rushing. While she indeed wanted to get home early tonight, she also wanted to stave off sex and resume her previous way of life. Decreasing her time focused on intercourse and Jaune's huge cock would definitely help. Quick fucks would definitely get the nymphomania out of her system.

"Pound you and get this over with, eh?" Jaune smirked. "Are you sure about that, Pyr? I'm not the slut who shakes her own hips harder just to reach a sexual high."

The huntress went red. She recalled the first instance they fucked each other, and how she lost herself.

"That was just one time." Pyrrha trembled as Jaune's thick fingers reached her exposed sex. "I just––oh, fuck me––I just got overwhelmed."

"Yeah. That seems to be a recurring trend when I dig my dick deep inside women." the blonde casually stated. "Not that I blame them, of course. Almost all of them needed a bit of resizing."

"Fuuuuck." The emerald-eyed woman shuddered as she felt a small orgasm zip through her nerves. Pyrrha scolded herself for going this far; the spartan was able to derive pleasure simply from imagining the blonde bull's phallus from his description of its size. She looked behind him to see him flash a shit-eating grin. "You ass, you knew what that would do to me."

"Guilty as charged." he replied, still smiling. "Seriously though, what is up with you? You've been pretty damn hasty, and not in a good way."

"Like I said, it's––!"

Smack.

"Don't say that it's nothing." Jaune gruffly said. He had lightly smacked Pyrrha's luscious ass, making it ripple. "I know it's not nothing. So tell me what's wrong."

The blonde followed up this dominant action by pulling the woman towards his body. The two were both drenched, the shower still running. As Pyrrha's torso was met with Jaune's burly embrace, she felt the man's body heat contrast with the coolness of the water. The blonde leaned in to lay light pecks on her neck, using the water as further lubrication for him to rub her body with ease. He also began spooning against her a bit, pressing his already-hard member in between her asscheeks. The generous length of his phallus made her feel his solid glans poke against her lower back.

Dust. Why did he have to play bad cock and good cock like this? One moment he's a hung bull with a dominant streak, and the next moment he's a well-mannered, gentle lover. The current switch made her feel a tiny bit guilty at her rude remarks from earlier. Pyrrha didn't want to admit it, but he almost had her wrapped around his little finger.

"I––I want to stop this." she finally said.

Jaune raised an eyebrow. "Stop, as in––?"

"This. Sex. You. Everything."

"Oh."

"By the time our twenty contracted sessions are over, I don't want to be your…fuck buddy, anymore." The redhead steeled her nerves. This was the right thing to do. "I just need you to help get these urges of mine out of my system."

"I see." His remark sounded morose, almost poignant. Again, she felt a little bit of guilt, an emotion she immediately attempted to stamp out.

"I'm sorry––huh?" Pyrrha looked down to see Jaune's large cock inserted in between her thick thighs. It was fully erect and throbbing, jutting outwards horizontally from beneath her crotch like her own massive girl penis. It was thick and veiny, it's wide girth complementing its solid hardness. It was like a metal pole was sandwiched between her luscious, creamy thighs.

"Ten inches long, and a bit less than eight inches in circumference; that means it's about two and a half inches wide." Jaune whistled as he listed off the specs of his breeding tool. "I have a pretty good package, Pyr. If you're going to quit my dick after twenty sessions, you might as well savor the moments we still have together."

Jaune buried his head into her scarlet locks of hair, nuzzling her skull slowly. Pyrrha felt his breath on her scalp, making her experience light tingles stemming from her cranium. "Are you absolutely sure about this?" he asked.

His statement struck an emotional chord in Pyrrha. Was she really going to give this magnificent slab of dick up? She doubted she would find something as perfectly long and adequately girth ever again.

"I'm sure." she finally answered. "Thanks, Jaune. But I don't think this sex-fueled lifestyle is healthy for me."

"Okay," he relented. "but you're quitting only after our final, twentieth session."

"That's right." Pyrrha grabbed the base of Jaune's dick, moved forward a bit, and unsheathed the hard member out of the tight embrace of her adductor muscles. Her lustful side had suddenly taken over, temporarily suppressing her plan of abstinence. She wore a sultry grin on her face. "So be thankful and enjoy fucking me while it lasts, sir."

"Oh, you naughty little minx." Jaune licked his lips as pushed Pyrrha against one of the sides of the shower, following up by giving her a deep, tongue-filled kiss. "Spread your legs, I'm going to power fuck you into the wall."

While still standing, Pyrrha adjusted her stance and allowed the gap between her lower limbs to flex and widen. Taking advantage of this, Jaune easily hoisted the woman up, carrying her by her thighs with his meaty hands. The redhead yelped as she was still pushed into the wall. She rested the backs of her knees on Jaune's broad shoulders, her legs raised into the air thanks to their new position.

Pyrrha looked down to see her hung lover's meaty dick already angled towards her wanton snatch. Her half-lidded eyes were focused on how wide the phallus would spread her pussy, her mind subconsciously declaring that it would definitely leave her birthing hole gaping.

Rather than impale her onto his member immediately, the blonde stud opted to dig his cock into her slowly. He began pushing the first few inches of his lengthy schlong into Pyrrha's wet, quivering snatch. His immense member leisurely filled up the space inside her birth canal, spreading her pussy lips till they gripped his girth tightly.

The aforementioned redhead bit her lips and let out a low whine. "Mmmph, fuuuuck." The champion savored her pussy's steady penetration, feeling her inner walls be spread apart.

"I'm almost there, Pyr." Jaune suddenly said.

"W–what?" Pyrrha dazedly asked. "Almost, ahn, where?"

In a low voice, Jaune answered her query. "Almost there."

"Ah––Aaah, shiiiit~!"

"Do you feel me pressing on it?" he smugly remarked. "Your cervix, that is."

"Oh gods, yes." she moaned. "I feel it. I feel your big fucking cock kissing my cervix."

"My dick reaches your womb too damn easily, Pyr." Jaune began. "I can probably knock you up in one shot."

Pyrrha gulped. She was taking the birth control pills that Jaune provided her with, ensuring zero chance of pregnancy. Yet, for some reason, thoughts of her getting impregnated by her well-endowed lover always made her quim ache with need.

The blonde began moving––small thrusts in and out of her pussy. Pyrrha felt the start of his usual brutish pistoning––his light movement would snowball into an insane and rough pounding later on. She groaned as his fat cockhead continued to nudge at the entrance of her womb.

"You're stretching me so good," she breathed. "Oh, Maiden––keep going. Keep going, sir."

"Good slut." Jaune replied. His thrusts steadily increased in intensity, his hips pulling back and forth to allow for long strokes. He repeatedly inserted his man meat into her warm holster, with his member feeling like it was sucked by her greedy pole hole.

"Shi––shit, uhn, ungh, that's good. "I––I see you're, ungh, ahn, going a bit––HARDER!"

Pyrrha shrieked the last word out as Jaune jumped his thrust from zero to one hundred instantly, smashing her cervix with a full stroke of his over-inflated phallus. Just like that, the spartan's orgasm came crashing down, like a lightning strike coming down from the heavens.

Jaune continued to wildly thump his lover into the wall, her legs twitching and flailing in the air as he maintained their standing position. He pounded her with utmost fervor, combining speed and power with deep strokes from his long member. Each thrust was a punch to the cervix, and each punch to the cervix was a zap of pleasure and joy for Pyrrha.

Both teens were damp from the shower, the humidity increasing the heat of their sexual congress and enhancing their overall arousal. Throughout this rough coupling, loud thuds resounded throughout the cubicle, muffling over the squelching noises emanated by their engaged sexes. The two locked lips and kissed, their tongues intertwining with each other's in a lust-induced and passion-filled intercourse.

The two finally broke their joint lip lock, with a long, clear line of saliva connecting their mouths as they separated. "Ahnn, yes, yes, yes! Plow me! Plow me harder, sir!" the spartan shrieked. "Ungh, ugh, augh! Dust, cumming again!"

The woman ejaculated once more, squirting a large amount of honey onto her mate's body; this salty spray went unnoticed as the two lovers continued to copulate while running water beat down on their naked forms.

Jaune then momentarily paused his thrusting, allowing the out-of-breath huntress to relax for a while. The male was still hard, his long, throbbing cock still buried into the redhead's tight snatch. Her thoughts reorganized themselves, in which her desire momentarily subsided as she regained her rational thinking.

"Fu––fuck." she mewled. "Are, auhn, are you close?"

"To cumming? Yes, quite." the blonde absently said, readjusting his grip on the busty woman's thighs. His meaty palms moved to grip her fat buttocks, his burly fingers sinking into buns. "To being finished for the night? Not really."

"I told you," she whined, feeling Jaune's hard rod shift inside her as the blonde lifted her up a bit. "I need to get home early."

"Sure, sure." he casually said. Damn, her butt was fat. The hung male continued to knead his fingers into her soft asscheeks. "You say that now, yet a few moments ago, you wanted me to plow you harder."

"I––I wanted to get you off faster."

Jaune snorted. "Pyr, you and I both know that's not possible."

Pyrrha frowned. Jaune was not only implying his superhuman sexual stamina, but also hers; they both lasted longer than most people. If it took more than two or three orgasms for Jaune to feel satisfied, it took a whole lot more for her to reach the same sensation of bliss. Luckily, the blonde stallion was endowed with the adequate equipment necessary for a flash female orgasm; it definitely got her off quicker.

"I don't care." she coldly said. "Learn some self-control then. I think it's something we can both use."

"What are you, bipolar?" Jaune snickered, pulling themselves off the wall. A round portions of the steamed-up tiled wall was clear, resulting from Pyrrha's taut booty being pressed up against it. "Actually, don't answer that. Your Semblance probably has something to do with it."

Pyrrha clenched her jaw. She had told him what her ability was, after he noticed expensive gym equipment rattling every time she climaxed hard. As much as Pyrrha wanted to retort, her nervous system was preoccupied with the processing of the sensations felt in her lower mouth. While still lifting her, Jaune was gyrating his hips, stirring up her insides––a feat accomplished only by the male's superior strength.

The blonde was using short thrusts, making his turgid cockhead peck away at her womb. The speed of said motions made her feel like his phallus was vibrating inside her, tenderizing the insides of her meat hole.

"Alright, that should do it––hup!" Jaune heaved on Pyrrha's soft derriere, forcing the woman to wrap her arms and legs around the male's thick neck and and waist. Confident in lifting her, the blonde nodded. "Now, we can continue."

The two teens resumed their act of fornication, both of them panting as they exerted themselves under the humid, enclosed environment. While this was supposed to be a moment of recuperation from their earlier exercise, the lovers found themselves 'working out' in another way. Jaune was using his strength to continue pounding Pyrrha while carrying her, while the aforementioned redhead was straining to cling on to her bull using her limbs.

The busty huntress let out excited grunts as she felt her entire lower body get pulverized by Jaune's intense hammering of her insides; despite the difficulty in carrying someone, the blue-eyed man was still capable of delivering resounding strikes to her cervix. She had never met someone so...manly, one who took charge of her and dominated her in the bedroom (in this case, the bathroom). Dust, she even went full amazon in the past, riding the top of her men like a queen as she pushed them down onto the bed in a reversed missionary position.

She couldn't do that with Jaune.

He was undoubtedly the one on top, and she was his bottom. The lad oozed masculinity not only in his physique, but in his actions as well; he had a big cock, and an equally big head when it came to sex. Smug, arrogant, cocky (hugely), and always in charge; that was Jaune Arc, the stud. That was the main turn-on of this moment, in fact. Apart from the standing shower sex.

"Dust, your cock––ahn!" The redhead threw her head back as she came for the fourth time. This was soon followed by her fifth, and later by her sixth. Lightning coursed through her nerves again and again, each time making her involuntarily curl her toes in sheer pleasure. "Oh yes, oh gods, yes! Fuck me, fuck me, keep fucking me––SIR!"

Pyrrha let out excited grunts and squeals, feeling each time the blond stallion was able to brush against her g-spot with his burly member. It was as if the man's member was optimized for completely spreading women's holes and plugging them up. By the time the blonde approached his peak, he had already pounded eight orgasms out of the woman––whose fleshy hole was now tinged with red from its abuse.

"I'm cumming, Pyr." Jaune declared, hilting himself nearly balls-deep inside her. "Get ready, slut!"

The euphoric huntress made no coherent statement, letting out whorish cries as she received the creampie. Jaune's viscous load filled her, his molten protein being spewed heavily into her baby room. The blonde growled as he squeezed his copious essence out, allowing his hot semen to thoroughly top up his lover's meat pocket.

The fit woman scrunched her eyebrows together as she processed the warmth of her bull's seed. Pyrrha let out subdued whines and mewls as she was inseminated.

The muscled blonde withdrew his cock from her snatch, allowing the semen contained in the spartan's vag to spill and drip onto the tiled bathroom floor. He let the redhead down, slowly heaving her to rest on the floor. Leaning against the wall, she sat upright and spread-legged to further allow the man's viscous baby batter to flow out of her gaping pussy. Catching her breath, Pyrrha ran herself through her remaining plan for the night; get home early, take a second (non-sexual) shower, and go to bed to wake up early for the next day.

The emerald-eyed woman looked up at her hung trainer from her sitting position. Her eyes widened as she watched his erection retain its impressive size, still hard and throbbing with energy. Jaune's massive dong still protruded stiffly from between his wide, trunk-like thighs. A familiar pang echoed inside her, coming from her ovaries.

"Well, I'm certainly up for a few more rounds. Question is: are you?"

Hearing the flaxen-haired stallion's question, Pyrrha realized with dread how her body betrayed her thoughts at the implication of further sex.

Quitting this was going to be a whole lot harder than she initially thought.

=––=

Session 14

Room 325

"Come on, Pyr. Ride it like you mean it!"

"Fuu, fuu, shut up! I know!"

"Then move like it! Go faster! Squat, squat, squat!"

The redhead grit her teeth in irritation as she took in deep breaths. She panted in near-exhaustion, having been riding her trainer's incredible endowment for little under an hour. The spartan was fucking him cowgirl-style handless, only using her leg muscles to pull herself up and down the man's fuck tool. She had her hands locked behind her head, forcing her hamstrings and calves to carry her weight each time she humped herself onto her lover.

This compromise of 'sexercise' was proposed by her, a blend between old-fashioned workouts and raunchy intercourse with Jaune. Her logic was that this hybrid activity would not only cause her to distance herself from sex itself, but also cut their times in half. She would build her body and get her self-imposed decreasing fix of dicking at the same time.

Pyrrha scowled as she remembered what happened a session ago. They ended up fucking so much that she arrived back at Beacon a quarter past midnight, her holes thoroughly used and abused. While she wasn't particularly tired the next day, her team had their concerns about her workout schedule. Asking if it was too much work for her as a student, with Nora giving her a huge grin and telling her not to push herself too hard. The redhead merely gave a reserved reply, guilty at the fact that her teammates' worries stemmed from her desire for sexual fulfillment.

Because of this, the huntress opted to have daytime sessions on weekends instead. She wouldn't be out late, and this would decrease her encounters with Jaune. Essentially hitting two birds with one stone. The blonde also agreed to meet her on Sundays––like today––to go through with their sessions faster. She wanted to quit sex by her twentieth session, after all.

Presently, Pyrrha's main concern was getting Jaune off. She had previously made him cum a few times already, evidenced by the puddles of his sweat and semen on parts of the floor. Currently, she was bouncing herself on the man's meat pole with gusto while still being clothed in her workout clothes. These were not the same set of clothes she wore when they first began their sessions. At Jaune's behest (and the damaging of her old garments), she had bought a new set of gym wear.

Needless to say, they were as skimpy as the blonde lad had instructed. She had foregone wearing a crop top, opting instead to wear a simple, royal blue sports bra. While it was not against Platinum Gym regulations to do so, the one she wore was a size too small, tightly constricting her bosom. Erotically, her ample 'gifts' strained against the spandex material, creating an even more noticeable cleavage than before. The straps of the garment were stretching from her shoulders, and the small sports bra revealed a lot of underboob to the male below her.

The huntress also now wore black booty shorts instead of leggings. While the capri pants she previously wore were sexy on their own––giving Jaune a nice glimpse of her cameltoe––the shorts she wore now made her look quite enticing as well. The dark garment hugged her rump, riding up the spartan's succulent ass. Although said shorts were designed to stop at the end of a woman's buttcheek, Pyrrha's endowed behind forced the cotton fabric to stretch around her bubble butt. This made the hems curve around her round ass, and––coupled with her wide hips––force the double-striped side seams to reveal the top of her thighs in a slit-like manner. These shorts made fucking easier for the two, as they simply had to pull the garment to the side to reveal her soaking twat.

The redhead obviously showed more skin, due to the smaller set of gym wear she currently had on. Wearing her revealing set of booty shorts low-rise, her toned stomach was fully on display, her navel area coated with sweat. In the name of public decency, Pyrrha had wore an overcoat on the way to the gym to the confusion of some members. Her thick thighs and narrow waist were also emphasized by this near-naked appearance, and her current workout was threatening to throw her small top off from her motions.

The redhead continued pistoning herself up and down, causing her massive mammaries to jiggle. Sweat flicked from her bouncing bust, her cleavage shiny with perspiration. Pyrrha personally disliked her worn set of clothes. The redhead loved sex, yes, but she didn't want to look like a B-rate pornstar while doing so. Yet when Jaune told her to wear something that showed more skin, the champion huntress obediently did so, asking her friend Nora where she bought her trademark pink gym shorts.

Jaune was her bull. She felt compelled to do what he said.

"A few more reps! Go, go, go!"

Pyrrha snarled as she forced her body to continue her squats. He was close. She could feel his cock bloating up inside her, like a long balloon at a carnival. The redhead huffed constantly, panting as she still felt his hot cum from an earlier ejaculation lurch inside her birth canal. Her pussy muscles were squeezing on his engorged cock, an impromptu form of kegel exercise which assisted the red-haired woman in her endeavor.

"Oh, shit. Oh, shit! OH, SHIT!" The amazon's emerald eyes rolled back as she experienced another screaming orgasm. "CUMMING, YOU DONKEY-DICKED BASTARD!"

"Argh, same here!" Jaune had suddenly placed his strong, wide palms on Pyrrha's thin waist, and pulled her down, burying his entire manhood into her as he came. "Take it all, slut!"

Pyrrha yelped as she hadn't anticipated Jaune taking charge at the last minute of their coitus. She shrieked as she felt her insides get blasted with another load of semen––cervix, vagina, the entire hole was hosed to the brim with the blonde's cum. Despite being completely enveloped by her tight meat pocket, loud noises of spurting could still be heard from his penis, which gave the redhead an emission which belonged on a horse––no, a bull.

The two teens allowed themselves to settle, both of them still joined at the crotch. Pyrrha felt her face scrunch up in pleasure, drooling a bit as she felt her hung lover's warm semen flood her vagina all the way into her womb. The man's bitch breaker continued to throb, pumping rope after rope of breeding cream into the fucked-silly redhead. Her legs twitched involuntarily as the blonde bull held her down on his member.

"Mmph, ungh. Mwah, oh." the huntress babbled, her mind still fried from the two lovers' coupling.

The woman intended to get herself off her trainer's tower of a cock, pushing her legs off the ground. This failed however, as the blonde's dick was still large enough to get stuck in the redhead's gripping pussy. Because of this, Pyrrha lost strength in her legs and sheathed herself onto Jaune's erect cock once more. As her fat ass clapped on the Arc's groin, his penis bottomed out inside her yet again; she wordlessly squirted as the weighty cockhead kissed her cervix.

Jaune's big dick only retreated from Pyrrha's vag when it finally softened, the organ now spent and flaccid. The huntress then allowed herself to fall backwards into the ground, tired from the workout. She lay there on the matted gym floor, her bust heaving as she attempted to catch her breath. Covered in her own sweat, Pyrrha's skin gleamed with moisture as she kept her legs wide open to let cum leak out of her stretched-out poontang.

Her brain was still addled by the sensation of the afterglow, the spartan baked from the sweat, pheromones, and unadulterated testosterone circulating in the room. All of their romps ended with the room possessing the unquestionable––and utterly overpowering––stink of sex.

"Well, that was…interesting." The blonde lad stood up, reaching for a towel to wipe his dangling (yet still flaccidly large) penis. "I thought you were losing your marbles when you suggested we do this, but you actually beat your previous amount of sets this time."

"Sets…?" Pyrrha confusedly thought. "Oh right, we were fucking––no, exercising! Exercising, not having sex." The red-haired woman praised herself as she gathered her thoughts. It looks like she was slowly overcoming her inner horniness.

"Still though," the blonde continued, "your…aggression was kind of noted."

"It wasn't that bad." the redhead shrugged off.

Jaune gave her a concerned look. "Uh, you called me a 'donkey-dicked bastard'. Also, you're using swear words more––which is okay for dirty talk, but I'm worried that you might start incorporating it into you everyday speech."

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about it."

"No, you're not fine." Jaune said, as he put his pants back on. The blonde left a damp spot on the floor he had been lying on. "You're approaching your breaking point. That isn't healthy, as least mentally."

"What the hell do you know!?" Pyrrha snapped. "You're just a personal trainer turned living dildo for me to––!"

"Pyr."

The aforementioned woman blinked. Huh. Before, she would have never even thought of saying something like that. "I guess being away from the world of celebrities made me drop my mask." She shook her head. "No––being with Jaune made me drop my mask."

"I'm sorry." She rested her forearm over her face, ashamedly covering her eyes. Feigning exhaustion (well, not really), the redhead used this motion to wipe away tears that had welled up. "That comment was uncalled for. I'm sorry."

The redhead had a habit of apologizing a bit too much; something born out of manufactured courtesy towards equally fake people. This time though, she actually felt sorry.

"It's fine." The blonde waved her concerns away. "It happens to the best of us. I'm guessing you're backed up on something; schoolwork, perhaps? Or maybe something related to whatever goes on at Beacon."

Pyrrha swallowed. That's it. She had been cutting her training sessions with her friends on Team JNPR lately––something she remedied by altering her workout schedule. While skipping out on her team didn't affect their performance in the slightest (she was far too skilled for that), it still made her feel guilty. That must be the reason why she was moody lately.

Definitely not because of quitting Jaune's cock after their twentieth session. She had buried the fact at the back of her mind, though it started to eat away at her.

"Either way, you need to relax." Jaune finished. "A little bit of R&R won't hurt. As your personal trainer, I'm responsible for your mental health as much as your physical health."

The disheveled amazon stood, removing her soaked sports bra and booty shorts. She was comfortable appearing naked in front of her trainer at this point. Still shirtless, the blonde Arc smirked as he appreciated her figure, as she did his; she felt like she could grind rocks on those abs. Pyrrha could have sworn she saw the man's flaccid twitch as she stripped, a sizable bulge visible on his jogging pants.

"So, what do you suggest I do?" The bodacious Nikos woman turned and headed towards the private shower, merely clad in her skivvies––a dark crimson thong which rode up her gluteal cleft––while swaying her hips as she sauntered towards the bathroom. "Don't join me in here, by the way."

"Don't worry, my shower at home got fixed." Jaune chuckled. "Well, certain friends of mine have been going on and on about a new tourist spot at the edge of the Valean coast. We could go there tomorrow for our next session."

"We?"

"Yes, we. You, me, and my not-so-little buddy. You know, the one you're gonna quit from."

Fun in the sun with Jaune? Now that seemed tempting. She usually avoided outings in public places like beaches, due to the paparazzi. Candid photos of her in something revealing would fetch high prices. She steadied herself. Fuck them. She wanted to act like a normal civilian for once. Might as well go relax like Jaune told her to.

But just to be safe, she would wear a hat and shades to avoid drawing attention.

"Okay." she agreed. "What time next Saturday?"

=––=

Session 15

Beige Inc. Public Beach

"Huh, I was expecting more people to be here. Though, you're not too sad about this, are you Pyr?"

The aforementioned huntress bashfully nodded, holding herself in a partial arm-cross. She came in a black two-piece bikini, beachwear which left nothing to the imagination as the garment was provocatively bound by string. It had been a gift from a swimsuit company after she was hired to model for the photoshoot of a new line of bikinis, and the skin it showed made Pyrrha feel more naked than…well, naked. She had a fierce blush as she walked behind her trainer on the warm sand; it was one thing to be naked during sex, but wearing revealing clothing in public was a completely new experience.

Her bikini top was held by a string around her neck and around her middle back. The waterproof fabric housed her ample assets, keeping her DD-cup breasts in check. She walked slowly, as her large creamy spheres would wobble within her scanty swimsuit top. Her bikini bottoms rode up her taut backside, emphasizing all that ass just hanging out. Her posterior was like a ripe fruit ready to be fucked––plucked, she meant.

Aside from her revealing bodywear, the red-haired woman wore a straw sun hat and dark shades to obscure her face. Furthermore, she had her hair done in a braid instead of a ponytail, foregoing her trademark circlet. People were less likely to recognize her now, yet she still felt paranoid about the possible presence of the Valean paparazzi.

"Let's––let's just find a place to set up." Pyrrha shyly pulled her hat down and readjusted her shades. "How about over there?"

The woman pointed to a certain far spot near the edge of the beachside. While the place wasn't empty, there were only a few people present despite the place being a trendy recreational site. A handful of swimsuit-clad teens, a few families––otherwise, the place was relatively deserted for a beach.

"Alright." Jaune merely nodded. "I'm guessing that people were scared off by that weather forecast. Who would have thought that the storm would veer off-course at the last minute? Looks like those folks cancelled their plans for nothing."

"And you weren't worried about the weather?"

"To be honest, I only found out when they released the supplementary weather update."

Pyrrha giggled. Moments like these, she truly enjoyed. She was being herself, and with a great companion too. Moreover, she wasn't in a bustling area with tons of onlookers. This made her feel safe to enjoy this beach experience to the fullest.

Jaune walked ahead of her, carrying a long, beach umbrella and blankets for the two of them. The blonde was topless, wearing only a pair of yellow-orange shorts. The spartan noticed a familiar bulge; she shook her head as her heart fluttered at the thought intercourse with him. The huntress bit her lip and attempted to erase any further thoughts of sex. She eyed her surroundings, seeing the few (but present) people around them. Seems like Jaune's buff, ripped form was enough to make nearby women gawk and lick their lips.

The red-haired woman swallowed a nasty comment. While she and Jaune were definitely not together-together, she liked to think that they were exclusive for the moment. Smirking, she she sat down on the blanket Jaune had set up, stretching her arms as the blonde opened the large umbrella to provide shade. Her motions allowed her bountiful chest to heave a bit, emphasizing not only the size of her boobs but their fullness and roundness as well. She had a killer figure, and she knew it. The women staring at her man all pouted and looked away, getting the idea.

"Might as well get a tan." Jaune suddenly said, snapping Pyrrha out of her thoughts. "Hey Pyr, mind putting lotion on me?"

Pyrrha gave him a look. "Shouldn't our roles be reversed?"

"I don't know, can you break your contract with that sports agency?"

The woman snorted. She wanted to retort and state that she had already broken a contract by fucking him multiple times, but the issue here wasn't the same. She had an upcoming photoshoot and sponsorship deal for sportswear, and they wanted her to look her best; which is her as the red-haired, emerald-eyed, light-skinned warrior princess. They specifically instructed her not to get a tan of any sort, and highly recommended (forced) her not to get any tattoos.

"Alright, you big baby." she relented, squirting some lotion out of the can. "Where do you want me to rub you?"

"Personally?" he quipped. "I think my sausage needs some relish."

"That was a terrible metaphor." Despite saying this, Pyrrha laughed. "Seriously, where?"

"On my back." The blonde lay down on his stomach. "And for the record, I know someone who makes worse jokes than that."

"Same."

Pyrrha began applying lotion onto Jaune's broad back. She rubbed the white cream, tracing her fingers around his chiseled muscles. Dust, his back was rugged to perfection. It was sufficiently large in proportion to his tall frame, widening up near his shoulders to house those magnificent biceps. Seems like every part of this male specimen was bigger than most others. A larger build, a larger head, a larger dick––ugh. She really needed to stop relating everything to sex.

Time passed, and the two companions continued to talk. Their conversation touched up on multiple topics––hobbies, family, friends, school––and for once, Pyrrha felt normal. This was what she wanted. Jaune on his own was a great listener, and it was nice to have a non-sexual moment with the blonde. The lad had just finished listing down his multiple sisters, when the redhead noticed a certain name.

"But yeah, those are my seven sisters." he concluded. "My twin is at Beacon right now."

"So you're Joan's twin brother?" Pyrrha asked.

"You know her?"

"Well, she's my partner." The spartan chuckled. "We're on the same team: Team JNPR. Small world, huh?"

"I see." Jaune reservedly remarked. "Is––is she doing well?"

"Joan's a pretty capable fighter." Pyrrha hummed. "Actually, I think her true strength as a huntress lies in the fact that she's a genius tactician."

"Well, that's good to hear."

"How about you, Jaune?"

"What about me?"

"Have you ever thought about becoming a huntsman?"

"I had a dream, once." Jaune gave her a wry smile. "My family––the Arcs––come from a long line of huntsmen and huntresses."

"What happened?"

"Well, my dad shot down every attempt of mine to go to a huntsman academy, or to get private training lessons. He said it was too dangerous for me, despite himself being a huntsman."

"Oh." the spartan dumbly responded. It seems like she brought up a sensitive topic.

"That didn't stop me from building my body and getting fit, though." The blonde flexed his bicep for the redhead to lick her lips and savor. "I wanted to run away from home, but instead I just accepted that my father was just looking out for his kids."

Pyrrha frowned. Things didn't add up. "But wait, what about Joan?"

"I guess he played favorites." Jaune shrugged. "I exploded after I found a letter from Beacon addressed to my sister. Turns out my dad had been giving her training lessons instead of me."

The amazon remained quiet, realizing that this was indeed a sensitive topic.

"And now here I am, living in Vale." Jaune bitterly said. "Alone and working on my own. I just couldn't stand to be with my dad anymore, not after our last argument. He's hiding some bigger reason, I can tell. If he wants to keep secrets, fine. But I had to get out of my household––it was too much; every waking moment knowing my dad pulled that on me with my twin felt toxic."

Pyrrha swallowed. Dust, this was awkward. "I don't think Joan is the kind of person who would do something like that." she cleared her throat. "Keep secrets from you for her own benefit."

"I know." the blonde somberly responded. "But the fact that my closest sibling kept something from me––regardless of her reason for doing so––still hurts. I don't hate her, though. I just feel sick to my stomach."

"I'm sorry for asking, Jaune."

A poignant silence followed, because what on Remnant do you say to that? After a full minute, Jaune stood up from his blanket.

"Where are you going?" Pyrrha asked.

"To buy a drink." he replied. "You want one? Cola, or something?"

"Coconut juice. I grew up drinking those in Mistral."

"Alright. I'll be right back."

Pyrrha watched as the blonde marched away across the sand. She sighed. And she thought she had issues. Turns out the stud she was fucking was a) her partner's brother and b) someone who had a strained family relationship. In addition, he was c) too damn caring and patient for someone so dominant in bed. The redhead cringed inwardly as she remembered what she called him.

A living dildo.

She had become what she hated the most: a loathsome, snobby celebrity. Was she really wound up that much? Even so, it didn't excuse her comment. She wanted to curl up into a ball in shame––fuck her life. She craved the man's glorious organ, yet she treated him like an object rather than a person.

Just like how others so her as a idol rather than a fellow huntress.

"What the fuck am I doing?" she groaned. Pyrrha went to lie down, her head throbbing slightly due to the heat. The redhead decided to take a short nap, relaxing under the shade and basking in the warmth. As she drifted off to sleep, she sought to clear her mind of heavy thoughts.

The redhead failed to notice another group across the beach eye her curvy form.

=––=

"Excuse me, ma'am. One bottle of cola, please." Jaune ordered at the public drink stand. "Do you have any coconut juice? You do? I'll have one of those as well, thanks."

"Well, well, well," a familiar voice rang, "if it isn't my second-favorite blonde."

The man turned around to see Yang Xiao-Long in all her voluptuous glory. The brawler had her weight shifted to one side, with an arm resting on the side of her wide hips. Her hourglass figure was admittedly more exaggerated than Pyrrha's, particularly due to the large difference in height between the two busty women.

"Hello, Yang." Jaune grinned, his eyes eating up his fellow blonde's scrumptious form. "Didn't think you would be here, today. Storm warning and all."

"Storm warning?" The chesty huntress raised an eyebrow, approaching him seductively. "I don't know anything about that, but what I do know is that you've been leaving me thirsty."

"I can't say I know what you mean," the man smirked. "you've got to be more specific."

The bodacious blonde woman practically oozed out sex appeal, clinging to Jaune's thick arm and pressing her large baby milkers against him. Damn, they were big and soft. The only thing separating his hard limb from her flesh spheres was a white fabric with a pink floral print, a small bikini top much skimpier than the one Pyrrha wore. It merely consisted of two triangular pieces covering the blonde dragon's large areolas, held together by thin strings. Her bikini bottoms were no less revealing; the white g-string rode up high around her stomach. An thin pyramidal sling was the only thing obscuring her slit.

She was practically naked, and she knew it. The stacked huntress felt aroused as she noticed the men from all around staring at her overly-erotic figure, raping her with their eyes as she strut on the beach. The skimpy garment did nothing to prevent her erect nipples from showing through the garment.

"Wow, looks like someone's aroused." Jaune said, feeling her diamond-tipped tits rub against his arm. "You not getting any?"

"Oh, I don't know. I'm into tall, blonde, and extremely hung." Yang wagged her eyebrows as one palm reached for the Arc's crotch, feeling for and ultimately gripping the thick sausage beneath. "You wouldn't know anyone like that, now would you?"

"I thought you came here for a drink?"

"I did. It's just that my favorite milkshake isn't available." The shapely woman rubbed his penis through his shorts, feeling it tense up and harden. "Yet."

"Then let's take this somewhere more private." Jaune grinned at Yang as he eyed a nearby structure. "Excuse me ma'am, mind if I go somewhere while you're preparing that coconut juice? Thank you."

=––=

"Hey there, gorgeous."

Pyrrha opened her sunglass-covered eyes to see a certain blonde greet her. While she could have mistaken him for Jaune, she lowered her dark spectacles to see an unfamiliar stranger. His hair was longer than her trainer's, and the man had a dark goatee. A notable difference would be this stranger's build; he was pudgier in the stomach area.

"And you are…?" The spartan trailed off, not listening to the speaker in front of her. Looking around, Pyrrha saw two more men, both who were in the company of two pale-skinned women each dressed in red and white swimsuits respectively. Despite the difference in color schemes, they had matching designs in beachwear; their bikini tops linked together by a gold bangle and their bikini bottoms frilled in a skirt-like design.

"So, we were thinking if a beauty like you would like to come hang out with us for a good time later." The stranger (whose name she didn't bother picking up) gave her a dirty, lecherous grin. It was obvious that he was staring at her tits, her flesh jiggling as she propped herself up with her arms.

"I'll have to decline, I'm afraid." Pyrrha politely replied as she stood up. The man backed away a little, realizing exactly how tall the spartan was. She loomed over him by a good four inches. "I've got plans for later. I'm sorry."

"Aw, don't be like that." the man confidently said. He put an arm on Pyrrha's shoulder. "You seem pretty pent-up. I think we can help you cut loose."

He smelled salty, and not in a good way. Undoubtedly, the man had gone for a swim. The redhead repressed the urge to scowl, smile coldly, and bust this man's balls. Maybe use her semblance to spear him with the nearby umbrella.

But, alas; she couldn't afford a scandal here. Pyrrha Nikos, experienced huntress, beats the living shit out of a civilian. She was fortunate enough that they still didn't recognize her, thanks to her sun hat and shades. While formulating a polite way of saying 'fuck off', she noticed the two women close in on her.

"Oh, leave her be." The girl in white circled her. "If the bitch wants to keep dry, don't force her into the water. Isn't that right, Miltia?"

"Of course, Melanie." the girl in red affirmed. "I don't think she's worth our time, anyway."

While the sensual Nikos woman pushed her simmering anger down, she noticed the two women's gait. They were trained in battle, she thought to herself. A fighter's stance is reflected in a fighter's casual movement. These two girls––Melanie and Miltia––were probably trained fighters. The same could not be said for their three male companions, however. The seemed unfit and unguarded––mere civilians.

"Well, I'm sorry––"

"'Sorry' she says." Melanie said in a faux impersonation of Pyrrha. "Oh my gawd, why so posh?"

"D'you think you're better than us or something?" Miltia sneered as she moved to her twin's side, resting an arm on the woman's shoulder and leaning against her. "Who do you think you are? Hot shit?"

Pyrrha snorted. Trading of insults? Sure, why not. It was stroking her competitive ego, anyway.

"Oh, I am hot, just not shit." she smugly stated. "Unlike you two, I'm far more…gifted in the chest department. Isn't that right, boys?"

The boys all stifled a snicker or two, while the twins both went red in the face. Pyrrha wasn't wrong, though; her breasts were the definitive double dairies, ones which were fully developed, firm, and robust. Her large pair put the twins' moderate-sized chests to shame.

"As if anyone would go for you, you snobby, cow-titted skank––EEK!"

"AHH!"

The two women yelped at the same time, hopping forward from their position and turning around. Both had their hands cupping their luscious, apple-shaped rumps, their faces going an even darker shade of red.

"Actually, I'd go for her." Jaune said. "In fact, I've gone inside her. In almost all places."

Pyrrha felt her heart and her vag throb simultaneously. She had just witnessed her man brutishly grope the butts of the two cheap whores in front of her. He manhandled them roughly, having given their bubbly cheeks a tight squeeze. Pyrrha swore she also saw him jab his middle fingers into their clothed snatches.

Maybe it was just her, but seeing her fuck buddy just pull an alpha move like that in front of whom she perceived as beta males, the redhead felt even more excited than usual. Although she earlier felt more green-eyed than usual when she witnessed other women ogle her man, the fact that Jaune had the gall and arrogance to just grope the currently-flustered pair of women made her swell with pride. Watching her bull forcefully grab other females was a fetish that seemed to suddenly awaken inside her.

"That's right," she smiled inwardly. "he's the biggest dom I've met, literally. And his dick can make you see stars, sluts."

"Who the fuck are you, man!?" the stranger (whose name she still didn't know) snarled at him. If Pyrrha loomed over the man, Jaune veritably towered over him. It was like watching a dog bark at a bull; damn, that was too accurate of an analogy.

"The bigger blonde." Jaune raised an eyebrow, looking a bit peeved. "Hm. Just to clarify, I was talking about height."

The redhead had to summon all of her willpower to stop herself from bursting into laughter. In doing so, however, she glanced to see a much more noticeable bulge on her trainer's crotch. It was larger than earlier, wasn't it. She turned to see the two foul-mouthed twins. It seems they caught on to Jaune's 'mistaken' innuendo and had their eyes glued to the sizable pole-shaped protrusion from the bigger blonde's shorts. It wasn't fully hard, but it looked like the member strained against the fabric, curving downwards in its attempt to stand erect.

"Yes, be entranced." Pyrrha sneered at them. "Imagine the possibilities, and think of how he's with me, and not with you two."

"Oh, you think you're so funny, huh?" The man tried to say that as cocky as he could, but it was obvious that Jaune had the large presence. "Whatever, man. I hope you eat pussy good or else your woman's going to leave you for someone with a bigger package."

Pyrrha grimaced as the stranger shot a wink at her. Whatever this act of ego preservation was, it made the man lose face even more.

"Eat pussy good?" Jaune made a genuine frown, before turning to her. "Actually, we haven't done that yet, have we?"

"We haven't, I believe." She understood Jaune's plan and ignored the stranger in front of them. "Not yet."

The stranger tsked as he signaled his group to leave. They left the two companions' immediate vicinity, stalking back towards the farther end of the shore. She pretended not to notice Melanie and Miltia both glancing a few more times in their direction, obviously eyeballing Jaune's ripped form at the last moment.

Pyrrha exhaled. While the appearance of those people were an annoyance, she took great joy in firing a few shots back at the twins. For once, she wasn't Pyrrha Nikos, someone who had to watch what she says in order to avoid an incident. She felt more relaxed, indeed. It was truly a grand idea from Jaune to come here.

"Here." Jaune handed her a sliced open coconut. "Sorry I was away. I ran into someone I knew, and we…chatted, for a while."

"Don't worry about it." Pyrrha took a sip from her drink. Yum. "I took a nap, anyway."

"No, I meant sorry for not being here when those people showed up."

The redhead blinked. Jaune wore a scowl on his face. Oh my.

"Aw, were you jealous, Jaune?" she teased. "Don't worry, you've touched me in places other than my shoulder."

"As a matter of fact, I was." he huffed. The blonde abruptly pulled Pyrrha close to him, with her back pressing against his hard pecs. "You're mine, after all."

The man's trunk-like right arm crossed over her chest, groping her bountiful left breast. His other hand travelled downwards into her crotch, digging under her bikini bottoms to start fingering her.

"Ahn, Jaune…"

"Shh, just let it happen."

The redhead squirmed in his grip, finding it nearly impossible to break free. She pushed her generous backside onto his groin, weakly thrashing around. The spartan found her breathing now erratic and lusty, realizing weakly that she was putty under his touch. The impromptu grinding made Jaune's cock harden.

"No, ah, not here, not now." she mewled as Jaune stuck another finger inside her wet snatch. "Please."

"Fine."

Surprised (and a bit disappointed), the red-haired woman felt the blonde's thick digits retreat from her quim. He let go of her body, stepping away from her.

"I––thanks." Pyrrha's face was flushed from her trainer's ministrations down under.

"Whew, at least we know that you have self-control." the blonde took a sip of his cola. "Decreasing your sexual activity should help."

Decreasing her sexual activity. Right. She wanted to quit. Yet, a hidden part of wanted to break free and let the stud plow her silly right here in public, regardless of the consequences.

"Do you want to go for a jog?" the redhead proposed, taking off her hat and shades. Whatever she could do to get her mind off sex. "I'll race you to that rock."

Jaune flashed her a grin, putting his cola down. "You're on."

=––=

"Oh, Dust. Oh shit, you're so big!" Pyrrha moaned loudly as she felt her insides get ripped apart by Jaune's manly appendage. The two of them were currently fucking behind the large rock they raced to earlier. Both had ended up becoming hot and bothered, though the blonde was more bothered.

The hung Arc took her doggystyle, savagely pounding his hips against hers. He had both of his meaty hands latched onto her narrow waist, pulling her shapely ass into his crotch. He continued humping his dick forward into her hole, which was made bare by simply pulling her ebony bikini down her legs. Her large bust was exposed as well, her top untied and strewn on the nearby sand.

"Maiden, slow, uhn, down." The redhead tried to hush herself as much as possible, enduring the fierce pounding. "We need to be more quiet, someone might hear us!"

"We?" her bull huffed in annoyance. "You're the only one being noisy out here, you WHORE!"

At that last word, Jaune spanked his lover's fat creamy ass.

"Guh!" the emerald-eyed woman whined in compliance.

"Who's inside you!?" the blonde gruffly asked her, slapping her taut backside. His fat penis was whaling the poor redhead's vag, the woman having bent over to rest her arms on the rockside.

"You are!" she moaned.

"You slut! I bet you've never fucked anyone as big as me. Admit it!"

"Yes––ah!" The spartan winced as she felt another smack jiggle her firm booty, now slightly red from the abuse. "Your cock is the biggest, oh gods, yes!"

"Whose pussy is this!?"

"Yours, sir! Ahn, plow me, plow me, plow me!" The redhead's mind was lost in lust, the heat still felt despite being in the shade of the large rock. "Keep plowing my tight pussy, please!"

"You're my bitch," he grunted, "no one else's. Especially not that compensating fuck-face from earlier."

"Unhhhh, fuck!" The huntress felt her juices squirt from her resized poontang. Her large breasts swung beneath her from the intensity of their fucking, a pair of suspended milk bags flopping loosely. Her body quivered from her recent vaginal discharge, her scarlet braid starting to come undone.

"You called me a living dildo, that other time. Well, news flash, Pyr! I'm not your dildo––you're my fleshlight!"

"Gah, ah, agh! FUCK!"

"Looks like you don't give a damn if people can hear us." Jaune snickered. "I don't either. You're about to cum––I can tell––so scream all you want. Let them know that Pyrrha Nikos is a public sex-loving whore who craves a fat fucking dick punch to the cervix."

After a few last instances of cock pounding, the well-hung male shoved the entirety of his womb wrecker inside her. His fit, muscled lower body slammed into her fat booty, his crotch clapping against her cheeks one last time before unloading his seminal milk.

Pyrrha shrieked lewdly and loudly as she came, simultaneous with her birth canal being flooded by a fresh batch of mating jelly. Her beautiful emerald orbs went cross-eyed, her gaze unfocused from her ejaculation being flanked by a thick creampie. Her jaw went slack as she screamed a throaty cry, her tongue lolling out a bit; public intercourse aroused her too much.

Several seconds elapsed before the two relaxed, with Jaune pulling his cock out of Pyrrha's tight cunny. Like an uncorked bottle, their mixed juices flowed out of the woman's gaping twat. White syrup mixed with the redhead's vag honey spilled into the sand, leaving a damp spot below.

"Huh. At least we both know that you tried to fight your libido earlier." the blonde casually remarked.

The spartan was still trying to catch her breath, panting as she gathered her thoughts. By Remnant, she got caught up in his pace just right after escaping it. Pyrrha felt vulnerable with him––she could let go of all her worries and jump right into toe-curling sex with her stud. He dominated her fully, and she was submissive towards him.

Slowly, the redhead slumped forward, leaning her upper torso onto the rock. This made her raise her rump higher than her shoulders, displaying her battered, puffy snatch to her bull. The former tightness was now non-existent, the narrow passage having been stretched out into a tunnel befitting the blonde-haired man's royal cannon.

Her twat would close in time, of course––the perks of unlocking one's Aura. The healing and regenerative properties tied to the huntress' soul would restore the woman's vagina to a certain tightness once more. It was inevitable, she supposed; nevermind Jaune's length, his girth in itself surpassed all of the dicks she had taken since she had lost her virginity.

Again, it was only in hindsight that the huntress scolded herself for giving in.

=––=

Session 15

Beige Inc. Beach Arcade

After their romp at the beach, Pyrrha and Jaune walked over to the area's small strip mall. They leisurely began exploring the beach's nearby commercial plaza as the afternoon glow set in. The sun had begun to set, the sky dyed in a purple hue as the red-orange sunlight continued to ebb out of the sky.

They visited many shops, even stopping by to grab an ice cream from a vendor. Whereas earlier Pyrrha felt the pressure of appearing in public, the redhead was currently enjoying her time with her trainer. The two of them still walked in only their swimwear and flip-flops, Pyrrha still sporting her hat and shades. One could say that it was a miracle that the celebrity wasn't recognized, but said woman knew that people just ogled her body rather than her face.

Currently, the two of them were inside a boutique selling all sorts of clothes––swimwear, dresses, t-shirts, underwear––and window shopping. Pyrrha felt her face heat up. They were walking around like they were on a…a…a date. She felt like a normal teenage girl out with her bull––er, boyfriend. If she subtracted their raunchy sexcapades from today's experience, the woman could have called the whole thing romantic.

"Damn!" The blonde's voice snapped Pyrrha out of her thoughts. "Pyr, you've got to get that."

The buff male gestured to one of the mannequins in the store, the dummies displaying an assortment of underwear sets and risque swimsuits that would make her parents faint. The blonde-haired man pointed to a displayed lingerie set––one which was chartreuse green in color.

It was sheer, the set using a semi-transparent fabric which had small frills to create petal-like designs. The top was a brassiere which had slits in the center, a feature designed to show the woman's nipples. The bottom was an equally-sheer and matching thong in the same shade of green, and Pyrrha could tell that wearing such a thing would show off her pubes––her firecrotch, as Jaune put it––visible through another slit.

"I rather not." The redhead frowned. "It isn't practical for someone with boobs––ahem, a bust as big as mine. I usually wear underwear with more support than that."

"You're not going to be wearing this everyday." Jaune signaled the boutique salesperson to come. "You're just going to be wearing it for me."

Pyrrha felt her loins moisten at the possibility. "It's––wow, that's expensive. I'm used to wearing eggshell bras, not whatever these are."

"Cheap, tacky, and boring. Let me guess, you buy them in tan color?"

"How did you––!" The spartan saw the blonde's grin. He got her there. "Nevermind. The point is, I'm not buying it, nor am I wearing it. It's…risque. Too risque. "

"It's sexy."

"It would look slutty on any woman!"

"Not on my woman." Jaune reassured. "Buy it, it'll make you beautiful."

Bastard. He knew just the right words to say, didn't he? She was HIS woman, much like how he was her bull. She was running out of excuses.

"I rather not––mmph!"

The redhead's sentence was cut short as the tall blonde yanked her towards him by the waist, pressing his lips against hers. His large palms explored her backside, groping them in the middle of the clothes store. She melted right into him, ignoring the gasp of the female employee who Jaune called.

After seconds passed, the two broke off their fierce lip lock with a thin strand of spit extending from their mouths.

"Buy it," he aggressively growled, "because I want to fuck you in it."

"Oh––okay." She dumbly replied. Gods, was his voice always that deep? He really did dominate her. "I guess I will, then."

"We'll take that one, ma'am." Jaune instructed the attendant, who was blushing slightly at the amorous act she had just witnessed.

"You want my size?" she asked.

"Nuh-uh. I've already got it." he absently said, watching the saleslady scurry away to the backroom. "36DD. Am I right?"

"Do I even want to know how you knew that?"

"Meh. I'm just experienced."

"Really?" Pyrrha picked up a cream-colored blouse which caught her eye. She picked up two sizes of it. "Mind waiting a moment? I'm going to fit these."

The sapphire eyes lit up. "Actually, I do mind…"

=––=

"Uhnf, mh, ah, Jaune––we shouldn't be doing this here."

"Really? It's less public than our location earlier."

The redhead continued to stifle her moans as her lover fingered her. The two teens were currently inside a fitting room at one of the clothes stores.

"There are, uhn, people outside." Pyrrha mewled. "The attendants. At least no one was near that rock."

"Fuck them," Jaune breathed. "or you know, I can leave you right now to do so."

A sting of envy flared up within her. She grabbed his cock, massaging it within the confines of his shorts and reciprocating the blonde-haired man's motions.

"N, no––ah! Keep going."

"As you wish."

This continued for a few more minutes, in which the redhead came a few times due to her trainer's expert fingers. The man had stuck three of his thick fingers into her snatch, sometimes flicking her clit as well. This caused her juices to trickle down her thighs, her pussy savoring the fingering. Two of the man's fingers put together were already wider than the girth of the cocks she had received inside her before ever meeting Jaune. Dust, a session of fucking him gave her more orgasms than in her entire life before meeting Jaune.

"Oh my gods, was that really Pyrrha Nikos!?"

The excited yet hushed voice alerted Pyrrha, making her body go stiff. Jaune remained unfazed, continuing to work his dexterous fingers inside her.

"For sure, girl!" another voiced squealed. "My friends all told me that this was a boring part-time job, but THE Pyrrha Nikos is in our fitting room. Joke's on them!"

As the attendants of the store continued their barely audible banter, Pyrrha frowned. So she got recognized. This could get bad.

"Ooh, looks like you have some fans outside, Pyr." Jaune said.

Oh dear.

"Maybe we should up our game a bit."

OH DEAR.

"After all, I rather not risk drawing attention to you and ruin your day."

Oh dear?

Jaune turned her around, pushing her shoulders down lightly. Desire made her willingly comply, bending her will and making her squat spread-legged on the fitting room floor. The redhead came face-to-face with the blonde's shorts, the thin waterproof fabric being the only restraint on the beast in between his legs.

Lowering the man's garments, his meaty pendulum swung upwards with an audible thwap. The huge meat rod rested on her face, longer than the length of her head. Like clockwork, the spartan began licking the underside of the trunk. She basked in the raw musk which emanated from the organ, running her tongue from scrotum to frenulum.

Slowly, Pyrrha's warm mouth began to engulf his member, taking in inch after inch of cock meat. She started her bobbing motions, sucking the fat penis and taking more and more of its length with each re-entry into her mouth.

"I wonder if you can take it by yourself this time." The blonde's query was answered by an irritated hum, followed by the huntress taking eight inches down. He grunted, "Okay, looks like you can."

Pyrrha pulled herself off Jaune's cock, spit and precum lacing her lips. "Stop talking, please."

"Right, right, we don't want to let your fans outside know you're a slut."

Jaune watched as the champion resumed, stretching her lips wide enough to force his massive circumference into her cheeks. For the second time, Pyrrha took his dick down into her mouth. The trick was doing it part by part; after taking in half of Jaune's ten-incher, she momentarily ceased and backed up. The redhead then took more in one stroke, effectively deepthroating the meat pole.

Jaune groaned in pleasure. He leaned his head back as Pyrrha continued to work his dong like a popsicle getting sucked. Wet slurps emanated from this fellatio, the blowjob drenching the blonde's cock. Gliding her lips on his dick made it gleam as it got lubricated. Pyrrha felt her trainer's hands settled on top of her cranium. He moaned as he felt the redhead hum, her mouth and throat acting like a natural vibrating fleshlight. One hand went to the man's waist, the other down to her snatch. The curvy huntress furiously jilled herself off as she went down on her lover's cock slab.

"She's, like, my idol, you know?" the employee outside said. "Pyrrha Nikos is perfect: tall, pretty, sexy, and so down-to-earth!"

"Oof," Jaune quipped. "I can't believe that sucking cock in public is considered down-to-earth."

"Gh, gh, hrgh, ghlk." Pyrrha could only gurgle and suck in response. Unashamedly exaggerating some of it, the spartan knew that her trainer enjoyed hearing wet blowjob noises. The redhead swore that the blonde's titanic member touched her neckline every time her nose nudged his golden pubes.

"But who was that guy with her though?" another said. "A secret boyfriend!? They kissed in public!"

"Oh yeah, I thought he was decent-looking too. Those abs…yum. I think they look perfect together!"

"Aw, thanks." the blonde silently cooed, only audible to his squatting client. "You hear that Pyr? They said we look good together."

"Rgh, hngh, hrchlk, hlk!"

The redhead felt a myriad of emotions stir inside her––three, in fact. The first being jealousy, as she heard how those skanks eyed Jaune. Second would be pride, as she heard how those skanks with good taste eyed Jaune. Finally third would be pleasure, since she furiously dug her digits into her dripping snatch as she heard how those skanks with good taste eyed Jaune.

"But like, I don't know about that 'down-to-earth' persona of hers. Weren't there rumors of an affair?"

"Of course those were fake! Tabloids will be tabloids. Like, who would actually believe that the amazing Pyrrha Nikos––"

Pyrrha fingered herself even faster, as hearing praise from a fan while giving head in public turned her on. She felt Jaune's huge sausage expand in her mouth. Lewd, masturbatory noises and sucking sounds were made.

Schlk-schlk-schlk––!

"––respected athlete of Mistral––"

"Ughlk, ghlk, hrgh, chlk!"

"––naturally gifted and beautiful––"

SCHLK-SCHLK-SCHLK––!

"––would get down on her knees and suck some bloke's fat cock!? Come on, there's no way."

"Hrrngghh!" Pyrrha and Jaune groaned in unison as they both climaxed. The woman's fluids squirted onto the floor, while the man's white goo seemed to exit from the redhead's mouth. Jaune's milk seemed to be too much, forcing the redhead to pull herself off his cock with a loud pwah. A wads of thick cream ejaculated onto her bountiful chest, giving her a pearl necklace. His massive cum hose spurted hot, white seed onto her face as well.

The two teens paused as they both inhaled and exhaled from the vigor of their sexual exchange. After a minute or two, Jaune looked down at his still-squatting partner and broke the silence.

"Fuck, we'll have to wipe that off you before we leave."

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Vale Bay Bullhead Station

6:17pm

Pyrrha fidgeted as she waited for the bullhead to arrive. She had to admit, today was pretty fun; she relieved her stress successfully, spending time with her Jaune, her trainer-turned-good friend…

Oh, who was she kidding.

Jaune wasn't just a friend, nor was he just a fuck buddy. He was her bull. Her dom. Her…alpha. Plain and simple, no kidding around. She was utterly submissive to his whims; the paper bag she currently carried containing the clothes she bought at his desire were proof of that.

Prior to today, Pyrrha didn't think that Jaune had so much influence on her. He was a great lover, and his big dick wasn't everything to his skill. Each thrust was careful and precise, always accurately hitting the spots that made her end up convulsing from the pleasure. Swift strikes to her g-spot. Slow thrusts to batter her cervix. Hell, even his finger game was too good; the blonde was ultimately too experienced with the female body, sending jolts of joy to every cell each time they fucked.

She felt fulfilled. She tackled her dry spell, formed a new relationship, and got to have fun in public without getting recognized (not including what she overheard at the boutique).

So why?

Why was she fidgeting like this?

A unsettling feeling welled up inside her, from the moment she said goodbye to Jaune. She couldn't explain it––was this perhaps love? She blushed. Maybe. She didn't want to deny it. Each time she saw him, her heart throbbed for a second. When he pulled his cock out, her panties dropped, first metaphorically and then literally. When she got swathed with his cum, she felt warm and fuzzy inside.

What was this feeling, exactly?

A shout shook her out of her thoughts. "Hey P-money!"

Pyrrha glanced up to the one who called out to her. Yang Xiao-Long strutted towards her, stopping in front of the where the redhead was standing.

While she heard the circulating rumors about the bombshell brawler's promiscuity, Pyrrha knew that Yang was a great person, despite how she got around. That being said, the other woman's look was––by all definitions of the word––slutty.

The busty blonde was wearing nothing but a skimpy white bikini set and extremely scanty jean shorts. Her top housed her large hooters, creamy orbs which threatened to spill out. Her worn jean shorts were unbuttoned, an erotically conscious fashion statement which increased the allure of the huntress' crotch. Her thick thighs, long legs, and firm ass were also highlighted by the tightness of the blonde's shorts, undoubtedly drawing the attention of local rubberneckers.

Strangely, there were dry white stains on Yang's skin––mostly centered around her upper chest and face. There was a noticeable large splotch of it on her luscious scoops of flesh.

"Hello, Yang." the redhead cheerily responded. "You went to the beach too? I didn't see you."

"Oh, you know me." The blonde shifted her generous chest, her puppies jiggling a bit. A portion of her nipple peaked out from the narrow slits. "I just had to see what all the hype was about! I got sidetracked when I met a friend there by accident."

"That's great." Pyrrha said. "You went alone? Where's the rest of Team RWBY?"

"Well, Ruby's getting tutored by Weiss." the blonde hummed. "As for Blake…well. It's nothing fishy, that's for sure––no White Fang stuff. But hey, the pussy smells pretty fishy every time she gets back from her man!"

"Wow, Blake's got a boyfriend? He must be feeding her a lot of tuna then." Pyrrha chuckled as she failed to understand Yang's innuendo.

"Tuna. Sure." The corners of Yang's mouth tugged up. "How about you? You here on your own?"

"Ah––no, not really." A blush crept up the champion's face. "I came with a…colleague. My personal trainer from Platinum Gym."

"Hoh?" The blonde wagged her eyebrows. "Do I sense some sexual tension?"

"Um, well…"

"Oh my gods, P-money!" Yang's eyes widened in surprise. "You and him!? Tell me, is he ripped? How big is he!? I want details, details!"

"Erm, that's a secret." she shyly replied. "But it's quite a small world. He's actually Joan's twin brother."

"Joan's twin?" The blonde woman paused. Pyrrha failed to notice a look of recognition cross Yang's face.

"Yeah––so I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone. Joan's my partner after all. It's kind of…awkward."

"Don't worry, my lips are sealed." Yang grinned, faux wiping a tear. "Heh, my little P-money is all grown up now. She's finally getting some game."

Pyrrha rolled her eyes. "By the way, I don't think you put your sunblock on properly. I still see some white on your, ahem, babies."

"Sunblock?" Yang gave her a quizzical look. "Oh––ooooh. Yeah, my bad. I'm just not used to this new organic brand. It's 100% natural, P-money. Dust, you can probably eat it."

The bodacious blonde proceeded to do so in public, earning an embarrassed shriek from the red-haired huntress. Yang lifted one of her breasts to reach her mouth and licked a wad off the side of her tit. A portion of the blonde woman's left honker now gleamed with her spit.

"Yang! What are you doing!?"

"Oh, take a chill pill, P-money. We're the only ones here."

The two continued making small talk as their ride arrived, both stacked women climbing aboard to head back to Beacon. Yang now taking a short nap, Pyrrha was left to her thoughts once more. She was quitting Jaune by the twentieth session, and not renewing the contract. She didn't want to get addicted after all. She could still hop off Jaune's express line to pound town––she was capable of beating the urge.

She was definitely not addicted. For sure.

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Credit: SAZEREX