Chapter-9

Jaune had experienced many different things since attempting to become a huntsman, many of them firsts. Like his first time encountering a Grimm; that was a memory he wouldn't soon forget. Not just for the fact that he had been scared witless for much of it, but also because the Deathstalker had been bigger than a minivan and moved just as fast. The first time he ever fought another person also happened at Beacon, as well. While there were some scuffles in his childhood, he would never consider those actual fights. Standing across from another human being, wielding weapons with intent to harm was just on such another level that they couldn't be compared. Even in a controlled environment like the classroom. That had drawn up a different type of fear than facing Grimm.

But in all that time, he had never experienced the lovely sensation of being completely encased in a block of ice. That just reassured Jaune that he still had many more experiences in front of him, that he still had much to learn. Life was a journey of learning, after all.

"I can't feel my legs," he deadpanned as Ruby hurriedly tried to break him free. His aura ensured that he was in no true danger but it was far from comfortable. Even with the warming qualities his aura provided, he was shaking, teeth chattering audibly. "H-Having any luck?"

The sound of Crescent Rose being used as an ice pick would have been amusing if he wasn't a literal icicle. Ruby worked harder, the curved blade of her scythe shaving away at his prison. "Her ice is way harder than Weiss'! This might take awhile."

"Well," he sighed, watching Yang get bounced between two glyphs and then slammed into the floor with a crack. "I'm not going anywhere."

Winter Schnee was a force of nature, moving with all the grace and skill her sister Weiss possessed and more, and with all the ferocity and power of Nora. While the sisters shared many similarities in their fighting style, Winter's influence now clearly visible in her younger sister, it was obvious that one was a master while the other still the student. There was little wasted movement when she fought, a directness that added a swift quality to each strike. She wasn't as fast as Harriet or Ruby, yet her attacks seemed even harder to avoid. Her twin sabers were slender blades of the finest dust steel, yet blocking an attack from her felt like attempting to stop one of Elm's punches. Add her complete understanding of her semblance, her years of experience in the Atlas military and her ironclad discipline just enforced one simple truth; she was a monster on the battlefield.

Ren and Nora tried to pincer her, the former using hit and run tactics, while the latter came at her from behind with wide, cleaving swings. It almost looked like a dance, the way she deflected Ren's bullets while simultaneously avoiding the dangerous head of Magnhild. Nora quickly grew frustrated and slammed the ground, triggering one of her grenades. The blast threw Winter aside but a glyph caught her expertly, not a hair out of place as she twirled away from any follow up.

It was unreal.

"There!" Ruby exclaimed, followed by the sound of cracking ice. Jaune felt his prison fall away, stumbling as his numb legs struggled to keep him upright. She wiped her brow. "Now I need to get Blake!"

Several meters away, Blake lay on the floor, pinned to the ground with earth dust. Winter had encircled her wrists and ankles, the weight immobilizing her and reducing her to a starfish. The faunus girl was sulking, visibly pouting as Ruby trot over to help break her free.

They were getting picked apart.

A wreath of fire drove Nora back, a black glyph catching her as she attempted to retreat. Ren attempted to intercept but he was too late, Winter's knee crashing into Nora's face like a freight train. Wedged as she was between the knee and the glyph, her head took maximum impact, her aura shattering in an instant. The elder Schnee swerved as Ren came at her with wide hooking slashes, aiming for her throat. In his anger, he overextended and she lashed out, knocking his arms aside and planting a swift kick against his chest, driving the air from his lungs. Gasping, he could do nothing as he was blasted with a massive gust of air, throwing him across the room and into the wall with a smack.

His aura burst in a shower of green sparks.

As good as Winter was, she shouldn't have been able to pick them all apart like she was doing. Not on her own. They had the numbers advantage and their skills were high enough that even someone as skilled and experienced at the elder Schnee shouldn't have been able to deal with them like they were nothing more than pests. For anyone else, that would have been the case. Unfortunately for them, the Schnee semblance meant that she could even the playing field.

"Ruby, watch out!" Blake yelled moments before a pure white Nevermore slammed into her team leader. Ruby squawked in alarm as she was sent tumbling, the large avian summon pecking at her face.

"Gerroff me!" she cried, struggling to untangle their limbs. Jaune attempted to assist but was driven back by a hulking Beringel, his unsteady legs causing him to fall despite blocking with his shield.

"Weiss, we need some help!" he called out.

"Can't you see I'm a little busy!" she shrieked, ducking and weaving between a swarm of Lancers. They followed her every movement, slamming into glyphs as she desperately defended against those she couldn't avoid. They gave her no time to summon her own Grimm to fight back. "Argh! Get away from me!"

Things were going horribly.

The Beringel attempted to crush him against the floor but he rolled away, slashing his sword as he regained his feet. It skidded off the bone plating upon its chest, doing little to no damage. It roared in challenge and charged, only to halt as it was blasted with gravity dust, the twin moons surging purple. This time his swing struck true, cleaving through its unprotected neck. It exploded in a shower of light.

"Not bad," Winter commented from behind him. He flinched as she struck him in the back, his aura flaring in protection as pain shot up his spine. Rolling across the floor, he scrambled to his feet, activating his semblance by pure instinct. Her vicious kick was repelled with a gong, Winter's face twisting in surprise as her own aura flared in damage. Off balance, she had to cross her sabers to catch his overhead swing, her legs buckling under his strength.

"Got you!" Ruby screamed in triumph, appearing in a burst of petals. Crescent Rose hissed through the air as she swung with all her might, only to stop dead as it slammed into a black glyph. "Come on!"

Jaune attempted to knee her in the face, but she simply guided his sword to the side, moving away from his attempted strike. He yelped as she struck his legs, her twin swords carving away large portions of his aura.

"Impressive," she said as she danced away. "In the span of a few seconds, you were able to render me stationary and attempt to capitalize on the situation, all without communicating. Doubly impressive considering the pair of you are not on the same huntsman squad."

He knew she wasn't being condescending, giving genuine praise to their efforts, but it was hard to appreciate when you are getting your ass handed to you. Ruby burst forward, cloak billowing as she became a swirling blade of carnage, her scythe flashing as it spun. Her angles of attack were unorthodox and unpredictable, the design of her weapon a boon. Yet Winter weathered the storm with a calm expression, sparks flying as she parried Ruby's curved blade again and again. Bored of their exchange, she stabbed at Ruby's face, piercing her defenses with ease. The younger girl burst in a shower of petals, swirling around her and obscuring her vision. Jaune took advantage and charged, shield first.

He saw her eyes widen fractionally as the tip of her blade touched the face of his shield, then jolted in pain as lightning surged up her blade. Locked in place, Ruby reappeared behind her and slammed the blunt end of her scythe into Winter's side, pulling the trigger and unloading a round into her unprotected torso point blank. Aura shook as she was blasted across the arena.

"Score!" Ruby crowed, racing after her, Jaune attempting to keep up. Ruby was fast, yet Winter recovered instantly, ice dust forming and blasting icicles at the advancing girl. Ruby swerved and parried, her weapon smashing the ice to pieces, but then Winter's foot was buried in her gut, the older woman having accelerated her movement with her semblance.

"Guh~!" Ruby choked as she crumpled to the floor, clutching her stomach. Her aura flared but held, though it did nothing to fill her poor lungs. She gasped desperately, winded by the ferocious blow.

"The pair of you in particular work very well together," Winter said, standing over Ruby like a conqueror. Jaune tightened his grip on Crocea Mors. "That was very clever, using your semblance to inhibit my vision. I will not fall for that again."

Jaune saw movement from the corner of his eye, a familiar braid flapping in the air, a black ribbon not far behind, and shot forward with as much speed as he could. Winter batted his thrust aside with ease and went for the kill, only to pull out at the last second as a massive white sword cratered the floor with a massive boom. As Winter hurriedly retreated, Jaune readied his shield and braced his body, a certain faunus girl appearing on the face, crouched, legs coiled and ready.

"Go get her!" he roared, gravity dust activating. Blake blasted off his shield like a bullet, her body contorting as she corkscrewed through the air. Gambol Shroud lashed out, spinning through the air like a boomerang, the ribbon encircling Winter as she barreled by, looping around her arms and neck. Choking, she summoned a desperate glyph as the Arma Gigas left its sword buried in the floor and swung with its massive fist. There was a moment where the glyph held – then with a crack, it shattered under the force. Winter cried out as it slammed into her body, flinging her across the room and into the far wall with a crash.

Weiss landed next to him, her expression smug.

"Good work," she praised.

Jaune huffed out a laugh. He supposed he did make a pretty good distraction, and the old springboard trick never seemed to fail.

"You okay over there, Blake?" he called out. She was sprawled out several dozen meters away where she had landed, not moving. She raised a hand and gave a thumbs up.

"Dizzy!" she yelled back. Weiss laughed – before it caught in her throat, her breath hitching. Jaune blinked, quickly checking the giant screen far above.

Winter's aura was still in the yellow.

They quickly discovered why. Somehow, she'd been able to catch her body before it hit the wall, several glyphs having broken her momentum. She lay cradled in their embrace, still tied up with Blake's ribbon but far from taken out. Jaune tensed, ready for a counter attack but she didn't move, seemingly content to lay there. Weiss' summon retrieved its sword, wrenching it from the ground and standing in front of its mistress.

When nothing happened, they slowly calmed, shooting each other unsure glances. Approaching cautiously, it was with some confusion that they found Winter grinning, the expression strange on her usually stern face. She looked at her little sister with pride, Weiss flushing at the clear gaze of affection.

"I concede this fight," she said simply, rolling her shoulders to shimmy out of her bonds. With her free hands, she loosened the ribbon from around her neck. "I must say again – you work remarkably well together under pressure. You have my praise."

"Ah, well," Weiss stammered, clearly out of sorts. "We thank you, sister, for your kind words."

Jaune decided to leave the two alone and walked over to help Blake stand. She leaned against him heavily, legs unsteady from all that spinning.

"Never again," she said into his shoulder.

"This seems familiar," he joked.

Having finally caught her breath, Ruby slouched over dragging her weapon behind her. It was unlike her to treat her weapon so carelessly, dragging it across the floor like a discarded toy.

"What happened?" she pouted.

"We won," Jaune looked towards Winter and Weiss, the latter looking fit to burst. "Sorta. She surrendered. I guess we earned her approval."

"Where is Yang?" Blake asked, looking around.

A mass of blonde hair lay some distance away, unmoving. Ruby groaned and began moving in her direction.

"I'll go wake her up," she threw over her shoulder.

Nora hobbled over with Ren thrown over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Jaune couldn't tell if he was unconscious or simply being his usual silent self.

"We won?" she asked. Jaune shrugged. "We won! Aha! Take that, old lady Schnee."

"She is hardly an old lady," Weiss defended, having overheard Nora's outburst. The white haired sisters approached. "She is still in the prime of her life."

"I see wrinkles," Nora said in return, the pair getting into an argument as the subject of their conversation looked on in bemusement.

Nora spoke falsely, Jaune knew. There wasn't a single wrinkle in sight on Winter's beautiful face. Her features were sharper than Weiss', more angular and without blemish, her ice blue eyes a mirror to her younger sister. There were a lot of similarities between them, but subtle differences as well – and not so subtle ones. Her specialist uniform did much to cover her skin but did little to hide the size of her chest. He also couldn't help but admire the way her pants accentuated the shape of her behind, or her slender, well muscled thighs.

Jaune forced his eyes up lest she catch him looking.

Then he remembered Weiss modeling her leggings, how plump and full her ass had been. For someone so short, she also had legs that seemed to go on forever, toned and trim from years of dance and fencing. How would those legs feel wrapped around his waist? How would they look, that snow white skin revealed to his eyes? Jaune swallowed, feeling that familiar heat burn in his blood.

"Thank you for participating today," Winter gave a short bow. "I hope we can continue this again at another time? I learned a lot about your capabilities and wish to further hone them, if that is to your interest?"

"Sure," Ruby chirped, returning with a drowsy Yang. "We'd love to – right guys?"

They all nodded.

"Do you have some time now, dear Winter?" Weiss asked. "I was hoping we could spend some time together."

"My schedule is free until the evening," Winter gestured for Weiss to follow. "Your team is welcome to join us, if they so wish? And your other companions, as well – I would like to learn more about my sister's friends, if that is acceptable?"

Weiss turned to look at them expectantly.

"Of course," Ruby said. "Yang, you coming?"

"Yeah, cool," she agreed, gaining back a little of her usual spunk. "Sorry, still a little out of it."

"I'll pass," Nora said, shrugging Ren up and down on her shoulder effortlessly. "I need to get this guy back to our room. He could use the rest."

"I think I'll go lay down, as well," Blake said, bowing her head slightly. "Thank you for the invitation. Jaune, could you help me back to my room? I still feel a little dizzy."

"Sure," he shot the rest of them a smile. "Catch you guys later?"

Weiss looked oddly disappointed.

The dorms were across campus from the training facilities, so it took them a short while to cross the academy. Blake remained close at hand the entire way, her arm thrown around his waist as he steadied her with one across her shoulders. He noticed her steps become steadier with each step, yet she made no move to untangle them, content with their arrangement.

"Come in," she invited, opening their door with her scroll. She directed him over to their bunks. "Lay with me?"

Jaune looked down, her cat ears twitching as his breath ghosted over them. "You want me to stay?"

"Mhm," she pulled him down over her, turning so his back was facing the wall and she blocked his only escape. It felt like they were tucked away in a little alcove, hidden from the eyes of the world. "You smell nice."

Jaune blinked. "I smell like sweat."

They both did – though it wasn't unpleasant. Blake's musk mixed with whatever deodorant she had applied before their training session, a heady scent that dulled his senses. She shuffled into him, inhaling deeply.

"Can we just stay like this?" she asked softly.

"Yeah," he said, placing a hand on her hip. "Yeah, we can stay like this."

He wasn't sure how long they just lay there together, not speaking, not moving, just breathing each other in. There was a tension in the air, though it wasn't heavy or uncomfortable; it just existed, waiting for something to happen. Jaune was reminded of their time on the dance floor, the way her amazing body felt moving against him. Then he remembered his conversation with Neon, the morning after; remembered her questions regarding Yang, though Blake had been included too.

"Are you comfortable?" she asked lightly, peering up at him.

"I should probably remove my armor," he admitted. "And I'm sort of lying on my sword."

"Let me help."

Jaune lay still as her fingers searched for the leather straps, nimbly unbuckling them with deft fingers. Blake removed his vambraces first, sliding them from his forearms before unbuckling and removing his shoulder pieces. The chest plate was harder, Jaune sitting up to allow her to remove it. Unclipping Crocea Mors, she set that aside carefully, standing it against the wall before slipping back in beside him.

"Better?" she asked.

"Yeah. Much better."

The pillow smelt like Blake, as did the sheets. Her eyes were so hypnotizing up close, something he had taken note of before when they visited downtown Atlas. All the small little differences in color from amber to yellow and rustic brown, with small little hints of green, were so much more beautiful up close. He knew he was staring but couldn't help it, though she didn't seem to mind – she was staring right back. He wondered what she saw when she looked into his eyes? Did she see his affection for her? His desire? What was she thinking?

He almost jumped when he felt her hand cup him lightly, fingers gently squeezing his crotch. Up and down, she rubbed her palm against his length, his cock quickly stiffening with a rush of blood. Blake didn't look away, her cheeks darkening in a rosy hue. In no time at all, he was already at half mast and rising still.

"Does that feel nice?" she whispered softly.

He had to clear his throat, his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. "Yeah, that feels good."

His cock lengthened against his thigh, straining against the denim of his jeans. Blake moved her hand more firmly, insistently, eyes widening slightly as he continued to grow. She paused with her fingers teasing the covered head, tracing the girthy outline.

"You're quite big," she said after a moment, resuming her stroking. "I wasn't sure if I remembered correctly – from when we danced."

"We had a lot to drink," he reminded her, fighting the urge to press against her wandering hand.

"Does this bother you?" she asked, tightening her hold. His cock throbbed in response.

"No," he answered truthfully. Maybe it should have bothered him, on some level, though he was finding it increasingly difficult to remember why. "Can I touch you?"

"Please do," the sound of her zipper being undone was deafening. Popping the button, her leather pants opened in the front, revealing her modest panties; white cotton with a cute little purple bow on the elastic band.

He slipped his fingers between them, rubbing her lightly over the fabric. Blake hummed deep in her throat, shifting her hips to allow better access. The material was already damp with her arousal, darkening further as he continued to rub. He could feel the outline of her vulva, plump and soft, and her labia within, peeking out from in-between. Then there was the hood of her clitoris, the sensitive bundle becoming stiff beneath his curious touches.

Blake's breathing deepened, her eyes filled with lust as she gazed at him in adoration. Lowing his zipper, her hand dug around inside his pants, his trunks the only thing between the skin of her hand and his cock. Not for long, for she quickly found the flap in the front and pulled him free with a little effort. Jaune sighed when her soft palm wrapped around his rock hard length.

"It's so hot," she said breathlessly, lightly stroking him up and down.

Was this really happening? Was he really getting a hand job from Blake Belladonna? Not only that – was he really on the verge of fingering her? He couldn't believe how quickly things had spiraled in this direction.

"So are you," he replied. She was; hot and humid and damp between her thighs, her panties now sticking to her feverish skin. Focusing on her clit, he rubbed it firmly in circular motions. Sweet little mewls sounded from her throat, her face becoming slack with pleasure.

"Oh, Jaune," she leaned in and kissed him, her lips soft. He kissed her back passionately. "Jaune, that feels so good. Keep going, don't stop."

"I won't," he promised, though he pulled his hand away. She whined in protest, though that was quickly swallowed by his mouth, his tongue slipping into her mouth. Meanwhile his fingers ducked between the tight elastic band and down, over a sparse patch of soft curls and then across her scorching cunt.

"Oh," she exhaled, trembling when he gathered some of her leakage upon his fingers and then started attacking her clit. Her hold on his cock tightened, her strokes becoming awkward. "Yeah, that feels so much better. Make me cum, Jaune, please."

Regaining a little composure, her fondling of his dick resumed, tugging him fluidly. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, wetting the head, though her dry hand against his sensitive glans was a bit much. Reaching into her, she jolted as he scooped some of her essence out and rubbed it onto his cock.

"Wet your palm," he instructed. Understanding dawned in her eyes, her tongue darting out to lick her hand. Sufficiently wet, she lowered it back to his cock. "Oh, yeah. That's it, Blake."

"Does it feel good?" she asked cutely.

He throbbed harder in her hand. "Yeah, keep it nice and moist."

Reaching back down into her panties, he began teasing her trembling entrance, leaking fluid all over his questing fingers. The opening was tight, puckered and needy, clenching as he fingered her slowly. His palm grinded against her clit, her hips shaking with every pass. Blake lengthened her strokes, her palm moving from balls to tip, thumb pressing firmly against the base on every descent. A tight knot of pressure formed there, tightening further every time she pressed on it.

"Your cock is really heavy," she said with some wonder. "I didn't know they felt like this."

Jaune looked at her with a little surprise. "Is this your--"

"No," she shook her head, cutting him off. "I – um, once before but we didn't do, you know, other stuff. It was quick. I didn't really touch him."

He pressed into her deeper, hooking his fingers against that rough patch of flesh that signaled her g-spot. She cried out sharply, shaking as he rubbed it firmly, her tunnel flexing around him. Her legs clamped shut, burying his wrist between her soft, plump thighs. It did little to stop him, his movements becoming faster.

"Oh god," she whispered brokenly, her face flushed. Gleaming eyes stared into his own, a soul rending look that went straight to his balls. "Oh, Jaune, ahn~! Auh~! You're gonna make me cum," her pussy started to pulse around his fingers, stronger each time. "Oh, uh~! Mmmm, yes, yes, right there~!"

Her face twisted in rapture, head falling back in bliss. Her hand had completely stilled upon his cock but Jaune barely noticed, working her g-spot until she saw nothing but stars. Wet little slaps sounded as his palm clapped against her mons, her hips rocking with the movement.

"Cum for me," he growled into her ears. They twitched and stood on end, bristling under his breath. "Come on, Blake. Cum for me, please?"

Surging forward, she sobbed into his mouth as they kissed, her vagina contracting powerfully. Fluid gushed from her pussy as she came, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she unraveled completely. Her stiff clit throbbed against his palm, body jerking as he continued to finger fuck her through her orgasm, unrelenting.

"Oh, oh fuck," she moaned, almost head butting him in the chin as she writhed uncontrollably. Her legs kicked out, straight as arrows as her back arched up off the bed. "Oh baby, oh, shit, ahn~!"

Eventually it became too much, Blake hastily reaching for his arm, halting his movement. Her tunnel continued to twist and curl around his fingers, pressed as they were against her pulsing g-spot. It took some time, her breathing labored as the tremors passed. Her face was covered in sweat, cheeks ruddy and eyes watery.

Blake looked a vision – and Jaune had never wanted to fuck anyone as much as he did now.

"That was amazing," she finally said after a moment. She grimaced as he removed his hand, hyper sensitive. Jaune inspected his fingers, thick strands of girl cum stretching between them, his palm and wrist drenched in her discharge. Blake took one look and flushed an even deeper red. "Is that from me?"

Jaune couldn't help it. He laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" she said crossly, pouting.

"Sorry," he said quickly. She looked so fucking cute when she sulked.

"I've never been so wet before," she said by way of explanation, touching his dirtied hand. Gathering some of the thick, sticky essence, she rubbed it between her fingers. "I really made a mess, didn't I?"

"I like it," he assured her, bringing his hand up to his mouth. She watched with shock as he licked it clean, savoring her musky taste. The lust in her eyes having calmed from her orgasm was reignited, her pupils blown wide. Trembling, she rushed forward and kissed him, trapping his rock hard length between their bodies.

"That was really hot," she said between kisses, suckling at his tongue, his lips. "It's your turn now – I'm going to make you feel so good that--" she paused, ears atop her head twitching frantically. "Someone's coming!"

Jaune flinched as she rolled off the bed, hitting the floor with a hard thump. It took a few seconds for her words to register and when they did, he hastily attempted to stuff his cock back within his pants. He was in such a rush that he nearly trapped himself in the zipper, thankfully avoiding serious pain and humiliation. Blake stumbled to her feet and closed her own pants, dashing into the kitchen as the door sprung open.

Ruby blinked.

"Hi," Jaune said awkwardly.

Ruby cocked her head to the side. "Hi."

The unspoken question lingered in the air.

"I was tired so Blake said I could rest up here," he lied. "That's fine, right?"

"Oh," Ruby stepped into the room, the door swishing shut behind her. "Okay. Of course, it's fine. Where is Blake?"

"Kitchen," the cat faunus called out from the other room.

Jaune was hyper aware of his straining erection attempting to tear a hole through his jeans. Carefully and trying to seem natural, he rolled onto his side as if he was trying to get comfortable. Thankfully she seemed completely oblivious to his plight, not having spotted the outline of his cock, nor could she hear his heart booming within his chest. He could barely concentrate over the sound – or the frustrated feeling in his aching balls.

"You're back quick," Jaune observed.

"Winter got summoned by General Ironwood," Ruby revealed as Blake stepped out of the kitchen with two glasses of water. She had cleaned her face a bit, though her cheeks were still a bit rosy. "It sounded serious."

That was one way to kill his libido.