Chapter-5

With her seated on the edge of the bed, it was the perfect height. She tentatively touched his cock, fingers running over the ridges and bulging veins, mapping out all the little lines and angles. Her hands felt so small on him, delicate. The tip leaked pre-cum across her palm and she smeared it along his shaft, easing a little of the friction. Her strokes become firmer, tugging at the skin, squeezing his glans on the up stroke. His hips shifted, pressing at her insistently.

"Um," she stumbled, still not fully recovered from her orgasm. Her mind was a little numb. "I haven't – it's been a long time," she confessed shyly. "I might not be very good."

Her cheeks burned. Jaune cupped her hot cheek, his fingers caressing her ear and hair.

"This is my first time," he admitted. Then he remembered, this wasn't his first blowjob though that time it had been cut short. Did it count, then? But this was the woman that would take his virginity. She was going to be his first. "You'll be fine."

She gave him a distrustful look, not believing him for a second. Not with the skill he had with his tongue. Not with how expertly he had made her cum. She knew he must have gotten around. Such a handsome, kind young man – the girls around him wouldn't be able to resist. He was just trying to make her feel better. He was just trying to lessen her nerves.

It worked.

Jaune hummed as she leaned forward and gave his head a shy lick, her tongue coming away salty. It was a familiar taste, though far back in her memory. She decided it tasted much better than what she remembered, not overpowering or pungent. It tasted of man. She dabbed the tip once more, flicking it quickly. His length pulsed in her grip, leaking more fluid for her tongue to taste. Leaning a little closer, she kissed it wetly, her lips squeezing it softly. She spent some time just making out with his dick, laying kisses all over his glans, her tongue occasionally flicking out to tickle the underside. His sounds of appreciation alleviated her doubts, her hands growing more confident in her conviction.

"That's it," he encouraged, lightly rocking so his cock rubbed against her impossibly soft lips. Sparks of pleasure ignited in his stomach. "See? You're making me feel good, Cerise. Really good."

Her heart threatened to burst at his praise, feeling unusually happy. Taking his cock further into her mouth, she pressed on as far as she could. When the tip tickled her throat, she retreated, coughing lightly. Jaune's fingers tightened on her head but didn't take control, letting her set the pace. His groans urged her on, sucking him harder as she gradually increased in speed. He felt so hot and hard between her lips, spreading her mouth wide. She bathed him with saliva, tongue wriggling against the underside of his shaft.

Jaune felt like he was in heaven, his thighs tensing as she worked his length relentlessly. He couldn't take his eyes off her, her beautiful face buried in his crotch. Her hair was still pulled back in that trusty ponytail. He reached for it with one hand, gripping the base firmly, his other hand cupping her jaw. If he so wished, he could fuck his cock into her mouth and she could do little to resist – but he didn't. He let her dictate the rhythm, slurping up and down his member until his toes curled against the carpeted floor.

Pulling her mouth free with a pop, his shaft bobbed in front of her eyes. Lips covered in spit and pre-cum, she nuzzled against the base of his cock, kissing the junction where his balls met with his length. Sucking one of his balls into her mouth, she rolled it around as she stroked his cock, focused on the head. Her palm squelched as she rapidly tugged him off.

"Oh, Cerise," he moaned. She felt his sac tighten in her mouth, attempting to pull flush with his body. "That's it baby."

Feeling giddy, she returned to sucking his cock, though only the head. She jerked the rest of his member in her hands, popping off his glans every few seconds with great suction. The constant loss of vacuum sent heat spiraling in his gut and down into his balls, cum churning with desire.

"You have such a big, fat cock," she said between sucks. Her pussy was dripping, staining the bed spread. It burned with need, a need to be bred. Any hesitance had been replaced by pure want. "I can't wait for you to put it in me. Please, I want it."

Her hands were a blur, gliding up and down his length rapidly. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking harshly. His fat glans caught on the tight seal of her lips drawing rough moans from his throat.

He released his hold on her head.

"Lay back," he ordered breathlessly.

She obeyed at once, pulling off his throbbing cock with a mighty pop. It was flushed red with desire, twitching as she positioned herself in the middle of the bed. He crawled atop her, kissing her thighs, her belly, her breasts. His hands roamed everywhere, squeezing her hip, her tits, caressing her sides. He leaned forward, bracketed by her legs, resting his pelvis against hers. The hard length of his cock pressed against her, her plump pussy spreading on either side.

He rocked against her, grinding the fat ridge on the underside of his cock the length of her dripping cunt. Cerise mewled as it stimulated her clit, pressing back against him. They moved in sync, grinding, rutting, her panting breath ghosting across his neck. His forehead touched hers, their eyes locked intimately.

"Please," she whispered, clutching at his powerful arms. They kept him suspended, pillars of corded muscle. Her palms ran up over his shoulders and down his back, nails dragging against his skin. "Please, oh, please."

Jaune shifted his hips back and his cock dropped down, the head teasing her entrance. She was soaked completely from thigh to thigh, her opening tender. Grabbing the base of his cock, he lined it up and pushed, the head popping inside her. Cerise tensed, face twisted in rapture as he pressed on. Inch by inch, he got halfway down his thick shaft before her face pinched in discomfort. Pausing, he retreated, rolling his hips slowly, shallowly.

"Sorry," she huffed. The curve of his cock ensured the heavy glans grinded against her g-shot, her body trembling with every short pass. "You're a little bigger than I'm used to."

Her toys were all small and slender, more focused on vibration than depth. Jaune simply grunted and eased in slowly, spreading her apart a little more each time. His cock was scalding hot, an iron bar within her. "Oh," she squealed, her knees spreading further. Her feet dangled behind his back. "Oh, you're so deep."

She was tight; so, so tight. With every panting breath, her tunnel compressed around him, squeezing his cock like a vice. It was slow going, the urge to just slam his entire length down to the hilt an ever present impulse. He was almost entirely in when he encountered something hard and fleshy, his glans pressing against it firmly.

"Oh," she trembled in his arms, nails digging into him. "Oh, Jaune~!"

That was her cervix.

Half an inch or so remained of his cock, her pussy stuffed obscenely. Leaning back, he looked down, the sight of his girth splitting her apart intoxicating. Flexing his cock, she cried out, back arching off the bed. He did it again, pressing a little harder with his hips. Her head whipped from side to side.

She was full. Oh so full that it hurt, her womb feeling on the verse of collapse. Yet pleasure rushed through every pore, across every nerve. She couldn't stop shaking, her teeth biting back ragged moans. It was a strange feeling, heavy and weighty in her belly. She was impaled upon him, at his complete mercy.

"Fuck, you feel good," he hissed, drawing his hips back. Her folds clung to his shaft, to his glans. When he brushed over her g-shot, her walls collapsed upon him, twitching and writhing. "Fuck, Cerise. Is that where you like it?"

All she could do was moan in reply, words failing her. He focused on that spot, keeping his thrusts controlled. The head of his cock grinded that rough patch of flesh, her moans turning to gibberish, half-spoken words as her body twisted in ecstasy. His eyes were entranced by her breasts, the flesh rippling and rolling with every pump of his hips. One of her nipples was still inverted, hidden. He sought to change that, leaning down to suck on her heaving chest.

"Ahn~!" she squealed. "Ja—rguh! H-ardugh~!"

The peak pebbled under his attention, popping free at last. He worked it with his teeth, nibbling and licking, sucking it until it was red raw. She was throbbing everywhere; her clit, her nipples, deep inside her womb. When he pumped a little deeper, no longer content to grind that one spot, she cried out, wrapping her long legs around his waist. Getting the message, he pressed deeper, using the full length of his dick.

"Damn, you're squeezing me tight," Jaune grunted in her ear, nipping at the lobe. "Do you like it deep, love? Do you like taking it as far as I can go?"

She nodded, half delirious. It hurt when he struck her womb so firmly but the pain was laced with incredible pleasure. The impacts sent roiling waves of pressure through her entire being until all she could feel was the tip of his dick pounding on her deepest part. Jaune arched when she clawed his back in a frenzy, fucking her harder in response. The bed began to creak, the headboard slamming into the wall.

His balls were soaked completely, clapping wetly against her plump ass. Her scent filled the room, musky and strong, humid. He buried his face in her neck, licking at her sweaty skin, biting it until it turned red and purple. She whined, tightening her legs around him, feet locked and arched, toes spreading every time he bottomed out.

She could barely think, could barely breathe. He was so fucking good, she knew he would be. She was ruined, this was it for her, there could never be anyone else. No other man would do, her toys were useless now. The young man between her legs, fucking her rotten, so handsome and manly, a huntsman – no one else could compare. Fuck, where had he been all her life. Why couldn't he have been her high school sweetheart? Why couldn't he have been her daughter's father? With the way he was fucking her, she wouldn't just have two girls. They'd have a large family, five, six, seven kids. More, if her body could handle it. She'd never stop fucking him. Every week, every day, she could see it.

Jaune leaned back when her cries gained an even higher pitch, her cunt rippling rapidly around his pistoning cock. She was trying to milk him, wring him dry. He felt his balls tighten against his body, a dull ache blooming within. The sensation was building, slowly, and he knew his orgasm was going to be massive. All the tension from Neon, unfulfilled, built up over the week was ready to come rushing out. He chased it doggedly, rutting even faster.

"Ahn~! Ugh~! Fuck~! Jaune," she whimpered, her pussy pulsing rapidly. She was nearly there. "Fuck, baby, cum inside me," she sobbed. "Get me pregnant! Knock me up!"

That should have been a red flag, a warning. He was much too young for kids. His parents would be aghast if he got someone pregnant like this, on a random hookup; a single mother, at that. Not only that, he couldn't be a father right now. Not with everything going on. Not when the world was filled with magic and maidens, immortal wizards and witches, the Queen of the Grimm herself. Bringing a child into the world with that going on, with him right smack bang in the middle of it was irresponsible. It was stupid.

His cock didn't think so.

So he pressed in even deeper, sealing his glans directly against her cervix. Cerise sobbed louder, finally done. Her pussy spasmed in climax, her muscles contracting again and again around his shaft. The pressure was too much to resist, the flood gates opened. Jaune groaned deeply from the pit of his stomach, his cock heaving as it spat his load directly into her womb. With every pulse, his hips canted forward, straining to push even deeper. Cerise jerked and squealed, shuddering as he gushed hot and heavy within her.

"Oh, you're cumming so much," she cooed in bliss, feeling hot in her womb. Every time his cock jerked, she shivered. It took an age but finally it was over, his balls done emptying. Facing one another, they kissed languidly, their tongues coiling together. Unhooking her feet, she let him retreat, whimpering as he removed his still hard cock from her depths. She felt empty at the loss of his member, her muscles tender as his sticky warmth rushed from within. Clamping her legs together, she moaned.

Jaune lay down beside her, snuggling against her tired body. They continued to kiss until her lips were sore and bruised. When he finally pulled away, she stared at him with deep affection.

"That was wonderful," she finally said, grinning shyly.

Jaune chuckled. "Yeah – that's one way to put it."

She looked so beautiful, stretched out before him, covered in signs of their fuck. Her pale skin was shiny with sweat, flushed red where his hips had impacted hers. There was a vicious hickey on her neck, purpling beautifully, while her nipples were raw from his attention. Her ponytail was a mess and he watched appreciatively as she pulled her hair free, letting it cascade across the pillows in a river of black silk. Semen trickled from her well used hole despite her best effort, pooling on the blanket thickly. Her vagina was red and swollen, gaping partially from his removed cock.

It was an incredible sight.

"What you said at the end there," Jaune began cautiously. "Are you not – I mean, do you think you might get, you know – pregnant?"

Cerise gave him a little smirk.

"Worried about being a father?"

A chill settled upon his shoulders but with it, a sense of duty. He would not leave a child of his without a father. If she was pregnant from this, he would take complete responsibility. It wasn't an ideal situation to be in but he'd make it work. His parents raised him right.

She watched the emotions play out on his face, feeling a tinge of guilt. "Wait. I'm on birth control," she said hastily, alleviating his concerns in an instant. "Sorry, I just – I got a little carried away," she flushed hotly. "I just thought it would be a total turn on, that's all."

Jaune stared at her. "Well, you weren't wrong."

He should have pulled out yet when she'd said what she'd said, he'd sealed his hips to hers with every intention of knocking her up. In the moment, his lust had completely taken control of his senses. That was a worrying thought. He hadn't even thought to bring any condoms with him, either. Even though he had been hoping for things to lead to this, to them having sex. None of that had even crossed his mind.

He really needed to get his head screwed on tighter.

"Um," she gave him a curious look. "Do you still want to keep going?"

Her hand gripped his member which was still extraordinarily hard, jutting against her waist arrogantly. It was still sensitive yet throbbed eagerly in her hand. She looked surprised by this fact, rubbing it softly.

"I thought guys couldn't go again," she muttered, embarrassed. None of her other lovers had. Maybe huntsmen were different, she reasoned. "This guy seems willing."

That was an understatement if he ever heard one.

He pecked her on the nose, startling her. "Only if that's what you want."

Her hand tightened. "It's what I want."

They fucked three more times; once more on the bed, once in the dining room and finally in the shower. Having already blown once, his cock was relentless. She was begging desperately when he finally cum a second time, the hot rush of water cascading over their entwined bodies. He filled her up completely, packing her with a second massive load. By the time they were finished, Cerise could barely move, her body done. She knew she'd been feeling it for days but didn't care, even when her crotch burned in protest at every little shift of weight. Even after all that, Jaune noticed his cock was still ready to go. His balls ached and his glans burned, hyper sensitive and sore from all the friction but he was still hard, having not lost one inch of solidarity.

That wasn't normal. He was sure of it.

She couldn't even enjoy the cake he brought, passing out on the couch during a lull in their conversation. She looked cute like that, curled up in a pair of sweats and a tank top, hair still damp from their shower. Taking it as his cue to leave, he made sure to drape a sheet across her body before he left, scribbling out a quick note and leaving it on the kitchen counter. When he stepped out into the freezing Solitas air, he took a moment to absorb what he'd just done.

"Shit," he muttered.

He'd really gone and done it. Not only had he lost his virginity, he'd lost it to a client. Technically, it was the school who hired the huntsmen but it was on behalf of the parents. He'd been tasked with protecting their children, not fucking the parents. Yet here he was, his body relaxed for the first time since his accident, energy spent. He felt calm, refreshed. Different from the way he felt after working his body to the bone in the gym. This felt almost spiritual as much as physical.

He felt great.

He didn't regret what he did. Cerise had wanted it and they were both adults. He knew that this could complicate things. Some might see it as unprofessional. General Ironwood, for one, would not be pleased by such conduct. But while he was working with the Atlas Military for the time being, huntsmen were ultimately free agents. There was no strict rule against what had transpired. Even so, putting the General offside wasn't smart. Not when he had Atlas and Mantle under his control. Not while things were as bad as they currently were.

But it wasn't the General he was worried about.

It wasn't any of their business but what would his friends think about what he had done? Sleeping with Neon and getting exposed because of their poor choice in location was one thing. Embarrassing, sure, and the whole dynamic of human and faunus, huntsman and trainee could fan the flames in ways that shouldn't matter but could. Schools could be vicious when it came to rumors and faunus were seen in a poor light here, more so than in Vale. Having sex with a civilian who was kind of a client, though? Yang would probably find the whole thing hilarious but would his standing fall in her eyes at the same time? Would she think he had taken advantage of a lonely woman? He was meant to be watching her kids, not trying to make some of his own. What about Blake? Would she find his actions to be a poor reflection on their group as a whole?

Would Weiss be appalled? Ruby disappointed?

And what if Cerise hadn't been taking birth control and she did get pregnant? What if he had made some kids of his own? Could he really continue the fight against Salem with a baby on his hip? What would his friends think of that?

Maybe he was getting ahead of himself. He should really trust his friends more than that. If the roles had been reversed and they'd engaged in such behavior, would he think any less of them? No, he wouldn't. He'd be worried. Not about reputation. He'd be worried for their well being because such a thing would be unlike them. It went against everything he knew about them. Of course he'd be worried.

And maybe he'd be a little jealous too.

Jaune paused in the middle of the sidewalk.

Where had that come from?

His scroll chose that moment to chime, stealing his attention. Opening the screen, he noticed all the messages from Neon had piled up, though the latest ones were from Ruby and Nora. They'd been trying to get a hold of him for the past hour without luck, multiple missed calls logged and dozens of messages sent. Grimacing, he quickly scanned Ruby's messages. Thankfully, it was nothing urgent. There hadn't been an attack.

He called her immediately. She picked up after the first ring.

"Where have you been?" she demanded at once, uncharacteristically angry. He thought he could hear Nora in the background and she didn't seem very happy either. He was going to pay for this later, he could feel it.

"Sorry," he apologized, contrite. "I didn't mean to go off the grid. I'm down in Mantle – I'm escorting the kids today."

They would have seen his information logged on the message board but he felt the need to share anyway.

"That was hours ago," she fired back hotly. "Where have you been since then? It doesn't take half the day to walk to school or did you decide to take them all on a field trip?" She asked sarcastically. She was really mad. "Do you know how worried I was?" There was a brief pause in which he heard Nora say some rather unkind words. "H-How worried we both were?"

Jaune smiled. "Sorry. I must have set my scroll to silent by mistake." It was the only excuse he could make. The truth was he couldn't hear his scroll over the sound of flesh clapping flesh and needy, desperate moans. "I only just checked it now. I decided to spend the day down here until I escort the brats home later. I was thinking about stopping by the wall to make sure everything is quiet over there."

"Blake and Yang are over there now," Ruby sounded a little calmer, the anger bleeding out of her voice. "Jaune – don't just go silent like that, okay? Never again."

It may have seemed overbearing but Jaune couldn't blame her or Nora. They were still only one week removed from his time in the hospital and today it was his first day back on the job. It was only natural that they had wanted to check in on him, to see how he was doing. When he didn't answer, it must have filled the younger girl with dread and sent his teammate to a dark place. Ren and Nora had feared the worst. They'd already lost one teammate. Losing a second one would break them.

"I'll make it up to you," he said. "Both of you."

"You better, mister," Nora called out. Yeah, he was definitely paying for it later.

"You heard her," Ruby added.

When the call ended, he stared at his scroll. Neon's unread messages tempted him and he opened up the message chain. Dozens of pictures flooded the screen. The first few were similar to the one he saw that morning, shots from above that captured the entire length of her body, shirt and pants bunched up. More and more, her clothes were removed until she was completely bare. There were shots focused on her cute tits, fingers toying with her hard nipples, while others were up close pictures of her attractive slit. The skin was dewy, her flesh aroused as she played with her labia, spreading her pussy open. In other photos, her little clit was rock hard as she rubbed it. He had to close his scroll when he realized he was standing in the middle of the street, admiring the way her sweet little cunt looked with her fingers buried knuckle deep. Not a moment too soon, as a person passed him by.

That was close.

He couldn't believe it but he could already feel the stirrings of lust in his stomach. Even after all he had done with Cerise, his body was more than willing after seeing Neon's amazing body on display. Losing his virginity and fucking a beautiful woman several times had done little to smother his libido.

"Fuck," he sighed.