Chapter-22

Things moved swiftly after his revelation.

Robyn Hill agreed to meet with the General but she had some conditions of her own that needed to be fulfilled. Most of them were simple. She wanted her people with her. She would not walk into the lion's den alone. She also wanted the meeting to take place in neutral territory to ensure neither party was put at too big of a disadvantage. Simply put, she didn't feel comfortable traveling to Atlas and being surrounded on all sides. Luckily, such a place existed. The Valean Embassy in Mantle was one such territory, somewhere that guaranteed that hostilities would remain at the minimum. Even with the embargo and lockdowns, these diplomatic posts were still being filled. It didn't take much for the General to set it up.

The last condition was that Jaune was to remain in Robyn Hill's custody until after the talks had been completed. As expected, his friends had not taken that particular condition well. They'd already been pretty steamed at him for his actions, unhappy that he had placed himself in such a potentially dangerous situation in the first place. But now that he was practically a hostage, they'd had more than a few choice words to say to him.

His ears still rang from their scolding. He was surprised his scroll didn't crack under the stress of conveying their ire.

General Ironwood had also expressed his displeasure with his acts, leaving an assigned post in the middle of a mission – and had then followed up by commending him with his initiative and quick thinking. His actions had secured a valuable meeting. Now it was up to the participants to work things out and come together for the greater good of Atlas, Mantle and the world.

Easier said than done.

Jaune had faith in Ironwood, though – and he had faith in Robyn Hill. While the woman could be prickly at times, Jaune knew she just wanted what was best for the people. That was something they all had in common. Finding common ground was half the battle.

Seeing as he was now their guest for the next little while, someone had to keep an eye on him while Robyn attended the meeting. No point in an insurance policy if it walked right out the door, was there? Jaune thought that they would leave him with Joanna – it had taken a bit, but the tall woman had eventually told him her name – but instead they left him with the most surprising one of all.

Fiona Thyme was a tiny little thing. Not quite so short as Weiss, yet the former heiress carried herself with such confidence and poise that she often seemed much larger than she was. Also her hair made her look a lot bigger than her 5'3 frame would suggest. Fiona was the opposite; unassuming, she blended in well with her surroundings without drawing much attention. She was cute; pretty even, and was much more open to conversation than May or Joanna were, and without the thorny nature of her leader, Robyn. Her small stature and laidback, giddy attitude made him forget that she was actually older than he was and not younger than Ruby.

Not the sort of person he would have chosen as prison guard. She was a huntress, of course, and he had little doubt that she'd have any issues throwing down with him if it came to that but Jaune felt there were better choices to watch him. Or so he thought – until he watched her absorb his sword and shield into her palm, the family heirloom vanishing with nary but a flash of light, leaving him weaponless.

Now that was an interesting semblance.

The apartment they were staying in was old but cozy and well furnished. The walls were dark brick, enforcing that rustic vibe so at odds with the modern architecture of Atlas high in the sky. Hardwood floors worn with age were covered by warm rugs and furs, the kitchen well stocked and well cared for with a handsome hardwood countertop. An open door revealed a large bathroom beyond, and the closed door beside that likely led to a bedroom. Large arched windows dominated the farthest wall, thick curtains pulled shut to help keep out the chill.

It was a very nice place; much too nice to be a simple safe house.

"I live here," Fiona said happily as he continued to look around. "Well – sometimes."

"I like it," he said. While they weren't exactly criminals, Jaune knew that they were often moving around to keep out of sight. They were showing him a remarkable amount of trust, bringing him here – not they; Fiona was.

"It belonged to my parents," she revealed, moving into the kitchen. "When they – well, it's mine now. Want anything to drink?"

"Sure."

They were dead, then. Jaune made sure to steer well clear of that.

"Any preferences? I have milk, soda, water... beer?"

He knew his friends would disapprove, not to mention the General. He was technically a captive, after all. This wasn't the time for compromised decision making.

"Beer sounds great, thanks."

She had a bounce in her step as she handed him a bottle, clinking her own against it with a grin.

"Cheers," she said.

"Cheers."

The brand was unknown to him but it went down well with very little bitterness to speak of, leaving behind a dry taste that was much more pleasing than other beers he had tried before. Licking his lips, he hummed in approval.

"This is good," he commented, taking another pull.

"I'm glad you like it. Want something to eat? You must be starving; we haven't eaten all day."

His stomach rumbled audibly at the thought. He rubbed his neck, a little embarrassed, then smirked as her own stomach joined in. Fiona flushed cutely. She was right – he hadn't eaten since that morning, before visiting Tyrian's cell. It was now evening and he could eat a horse.

"Well, you heard my answer," he joked. She flushed even deeper. "What's on the menu?"

"Do you like pasta?" he nodded. "Make yourself at home. I'll whip us up something really quick."

It almost felt like they were on a date. Once the thought lodged itself in his mind, it festered there. As he took a seat on the couch, his eyes wandered to her as she hopped around the kitchen, getting things prepared. She had removed her long gray coat, allowing more of her slender figure to be seen. Naturally, his eyes were drawn down to her tight little butt, plump and shapely as her pants hugged her behind like a second skin. It looked good enough to eat.

That familiar stirring in his belly filled him with heat and he watched with hooded eyes, taking another sip of his beer. He was now hungry for more than just food.

Soon the apartment was filled with the sounds and smells of sizzling garlic, onion, bacon and mushrooms. The scent was intoxicating, his mouth watering as his stomach roared its approval. Then the unmistakable tang of parmesan joined in as she got to work on the sauce, a smooth, creamy Alfredo that looked delicious even from where he sat. By the time dinner was served, he had long finished his beer and was on his second. They moved over to her dining table and Jaune grinned when she fetched a bottle of chilled wine.

"This feels like a bit of an occasion," he admitted.

Fiona beamed at him. "It is, though, isn't it? Robyn and General Ironwood coming together is something to celebrate!"

She wasn't wrong. He was glad that someone on Robyn Hill's side was optimistic about it. It meant that maybe it would actually work out, after all.

"This looks amazing," he complimented when she set a full bowl in front of him. The sauce clung to each strand of fettuccine, thick and sticky with cheese. Chopped parsley gave it a hint of color and the aroma was to die for.

She popped the cork off the wine and poured herself a glass.

The food was exquisite, silky smooth and packed with flavor. The smokiness of the bacon complimented the rest of the dish well and Jaune quickly went for seconds after demolishing his plate. He even tried some of the wine and found it to his liking.

"I need to be used as a bargaining chip more often."

His hostess laughed her cheeks rosy from the wine. That didn't stop her from refilling her glass when it was empty. They made small talk, for what else was there to do but get to know each other?

"So you graduated from Atlas Academy, right?" she nodded. "How come you didn't join the military? It seems like most graduates go that route."

"I felt like it wasn't the path for me," she admitted between bites. "I wanted to help people and I thought that I could do it better in a different way, you know? There are so many rules and regulations you have to follow when you are part of the military... a huntress is meant to be free to do as she wills, isn't she?"

That was certainly the prevailing thought in the other three kingdoms. Huntsmen were beholden to no one kingdom, no one country. They were free to pursue their hearts desire and work for anyone they chose, for good or ill. It was the price the governments of the world were willing to pay in exchange for young men and women laying down their lives in defense of humanity. Atlas was included in that, as long as you didn't join the military. Then you were theirs and theirs alone. It was a shrewd move, making their huntsman academy also part of their military base of operations. It encouraged enlistment – even someone as free spirited as Neon was considering it, and that was a testament to how effective their system was at convincing their most powerful citizens to stay to protect and serve.

It clearly hadn't worked on Fiona.

"I think so."

She looked at him in surprise. "You do?"

"Yeah, I do. Rules and regulations are all well and good until you are on the ground and see people suffering," Jaune frowned, remembering something unpleasant. "Sometimes it is more of a hindrance, don't you think? Especially when your enemy doesn't play by the same rules."

Her eyes gleamed with question but instead he knocked back to the rest of his drink. He didn't want to think about Vale, or Beacon, or Pyrrha right now. He didn't want to think about Cinder or Salem. He just wanted to enjoy this unexpected night.

"You're a lot different than I thought you would be," Fiona admitted shyly.

"What do you mean?"

She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear; her cute little lamb's ears. He wondered how soft it would feel beneath his fingers. Would it be softer than Blake's cat ears? What about her hair? Now that he looked at it closely, it didn't resemble ordinary hair. It looked fluffy, woolen almost.

"The huntsmen that typically work with General Ironwood tend to be..." she trailed off.

"High strung?" he supplied, thinking of the Ace-Op's. Marrow was pretty chill but the rest of them took their work way too seriously. Not that it was a bad thing, per se – but it didn't make them the easiest people to get along with.

"That is one way to put it," she blurted before covering her mouth. Then she giggled, Jaune joining in with a laugh of his own.

"So where are you from?" she asked after their laughter died down. One of her fingers toyed with the rim of her glass, tracing the edge in languid circles.

He shared more about himself than was probably wise but the beer and wine had loosened his tongue, and he was enjoying his time with her. He wasn't alone; he learned about her family, about her time at Atlas Academy, even about how she had met Robyn and why she believed in her so much. As they talked, they continued to consume the bottle of wine until when Fiona went to pour another glass, nothing but a few measly drops spilled out.

"Oh," she said in surprise, shaking the bottle in hopes that more would magically appear. "It seems we've run out."

Jaune definitely had a major buzz going on. From the slightly unfocused hue of her eyes, she was much the same. He helped her with the dishes, burying his arms up to the elbow in suds as they joked around and splashed water at each other. When they were done, they retreated to the couch, another bottle of wine in hand. Jaune paid very little attention to the television and whatever movie she found, instead focusing on the lovely tint of her cheeks.

He wasn't sure who made the first move. One moment he was sipping at his wine and then the next, Fiona was in his lap. Her lips were soft and wet, her mouth tasting of their dinner and choice of drink. Their tongues glided together eagerly, Jaune pulling her small body against his own as he deepened the kiss. His cock rose quickly, tenting his pants aggressively. It didn't take her long to notice at all, the young woman tilting her pelvis and seating her crotch directly on his bulge. Then she rocked gently, grinding their privates together as she panted hotly into his mouth.

She felt so soft and warm within his embrace, and he pressed into her more insistently, chasing that comforting warmth that only a woman could provide. Palming her backside, he gave her cheeks a firm squeeze. She jolted against him, moaning her approval as she kissed him harder, sucking on his lips, nipping at his tongue. Fiona was a frenzy of passion as he played with her ass, and Jaune knew he had found one of her kinks.

He continued to knead and squeeze her ass as she rocked along his confined member, her movements becoming firmer. Her scent was soft, almost like snow and trees; it felt like a natural smell, powdery almost, unlike any perfume he had encountered before. He loved it.

When they finally pulled apart, their lips and mouths were red and swollen, glossy with their saliva. Her eyes were blazing with lust, pupils wide and engulfing the pretty green of her irises.

"Is this okay?" she asked breathlessly, still rocking back and forth. His cock was so hard it hurt, straining against her clothed core. He could feel the heat of her, even through all their layers. "Do you want me?"

"I want you," he said, giving her butt a firm swat. She bit her lip, looking absolutely fuckable. "Do you want me?"

She didn't bother answering with words, though she did use her mouth. Deft fingers worked on his armor and clothes as she kissed along his jaw, down his neck. She was much more aggressive than her usual passive nature would hint at, biting and tasting his skin with long, deep swipes of her tongue. Magnificent bruises soon rose under her assault, marks of her passion. When she removed his hoodie and shirt, she made a pleased sound.

He wasn't idle either, working on her clothes with quick, precise movements. When he pulled her shirt up over her head, it revealed her milky skin and small bust contained within a simple sports bra. Her chest was the smallest he had encountered, smaller than Neon and Ruby. She was even less endowed than Weiss – but she wasn't completely flat. There was more than enough swell there and when he peeled her bra away, she had the cutest little nipples he had ever seen. They were hard and perky, begging to be touched and teased. He obliged.

Her back arched as he sealed his lips around her nipple and a good portion of her breast, sucking hungrily. Her flesh was soft with a hint of firmness underneath, her tits well shaped despite their small size. They may have only filled half a palm but they sat high on her chest, youthful and attractive. Fiona mewled as she rolled her hips in time to his sucks, panting as arousal flooded through her system.

How long had it been since she had been with a man? She couldn't even remember the last time, not clearly. Her life had been dedicated to the improvement of Mantle for so long that the last memory she could latch onto was awkward fumbling in the dark during her academy days. She wasn't a virgin but she had never been a party girl, even with her outgoing and pleasant demeanor. Her experiences had been few and far between. Lust warred with her anxieties.

Things were going fast; too fast. She barely knew Jaune even though she liked him. He was handsome and nice, didn't care that she was a faunus and held similar views on what a huntsman should be. He wasn't cold like so many others that hailed from Atlas, though that made sense. He may have been working with General Ironwood but he wasn't from here. He was from Beacon, from Vale. He held a warmth to his character that few who were born to this cold land could claim. She wanted to taste that warmth as much as possible. She knew it was unlike her to act out this way but now that was doing it, she didn't want to turn back.

She wanted him. It had been too long since she had had a man. Tonight, she wanted to be a woman; not an activist, not a huntress, but just a woman – and this woman wanted to fuck.

Fiona groaned as her core clenched, desperate for something to fill it. Her tits were sensitive even if they were small and the way he worshiped them drove her wild. The way he manhandled her ass, gripping her with strength and not treating her like glass stoked the flames of her desire until it bubbled over.

They were still wearing too much clothing.

When she pulled away, her nipple popped free of his mouth with a loud smacking sound. Her peaks throbbed from his attentions, her pussy flooded and tender as she rut against his turgid erection. It felt good against her, unyielding. She wanted to see it. She wanted to touch it and taste it and fuck it.

When she slid to the floor between his legs, Jaune felt his balls twitch in anticipation. His belt came undone easily and soon his pants were down around his ankles, his cock free at last. It smacked against his abdomen with a thwack, thick and hard and ready, the tip wet with pre-cum. Fiona stared at it in surprise, hands ghosting over his heated flesh.

"Wow," she said with a little awe. Nervous desire coiled low in her belly, jittery yet eager. None of the guys she had been with before had been anywhere near as large and thick, nor shaped as he was. The curve of his shaft made her insides coil.

She stroked it with reverence using both hands together. Jaune hummed, enjoying her soft hands against his cock. It looked even larger when she held it, her small hands doing little to cover its size. When her questing fingers rubbed against his glans, his shaft flexed in approval. Fiona issued a startled sound, surprised by the sudden movement.

"Can I kiss it?" she asked cutely, peering up at him lustfully.

"Go ahead," he threaded his fingers through her hair and his earlier observation had been correct. It didn't feel like regular hair at all but something softer like fine wool.

Feeling her hot breath gust over his length filled him with heat. When her soft lips pecked the underside of his head, his cock flexed again. This time she giggled, kissing it again and again and again. She peppered the head with chaste kisses, the shaft and base, even his balls. Much like he had worshiped her modest tits, she lavished attention on his straining erection. When she started to involve her tongue, quick little darts and swipes, Jaune's eyes closed in bliss. Flattening her tongue against the underside of his cock, she gave one giant lick from balls to tip before sealing her lips around it.

"That's it," he whispered as she engulfed his glans in the liquid heat of her mouth. "Just like that."

Her mouth was small; smaller than any of the other women he had been with. His fat crown barely fit, her lips catching on the ridge as she began bobbing her head. There was a hint of teeth, the bare minimum, but it didn't hurt. It only added to the amazing sensations as she tried to take more and more of his length into her mouth.

Jaune felt his abs tense as her tongue writhed and swirled around him, her sucking becoming stronger. Her hands stroked what shaft she couldn't take, pumping his dick firmly. Her thumbs would tease and press on the bulging underside almost in a milking motion, increasing the pressure building in his balls.

She removed her lips with a harsh pop, breathing heavily as she nuzzled his saliva slick shaft. Nipping the side, she sucked and slurped on his meat, running her lips up and down and then over the head. Jaune groaned when the tip of her tongue flicked his urethra, the pleasure sharp and sudden.

He couldn't take much more. He was done being idle. He wanted to taste her too.

Before she could inhale his cock once more, he pulled her up. She gave a startled yelp.

"Jaune?" she asked.

"Pants off," he ordered, unbuttoning her trousers as he untangled his own legs from his pants. Fiona quickly helped, tucking her fingers under the waistband and shimmying out of them. Her hips were small and slender, but still feminine, her cotton gray panties saturated by her essence. Fiona shivered as she peeled them away from her feverish, sticky pussy, revealing her most intimate place to him. Her vulva was thick and red, glossy with her juices. Above her vagina upon her protruding mons, a small patch of well maintained white hair sat. On the seam between her puffy pussy and her thigh, there was a small black dot; a single mole upon her milky white skin. Something about that simple mole had his cock thumping in excitement.

Fiona squirmed, covering her pussy shyly as a bout of nerves overcame her. Jaune grinned at her and pulled her hands away gently, lacing their fingers together.

"You look beautiful," he said and she blushed furiously at the compliment. "Here, I want to try something."

Shuffling along the couch, he lay out and gestured for her to get on top. Hesitating for a moment, she swung her hips over his face, trapping his head between her beautifully slender thighs. Her tight little pussy sat just above his eyes, drooling with desire.

"Suck me while I eat you out," he said, reaching up to grab her hips and position her over his mouth. Fiona bent forward at the waist and pressed her small chest into his stomach, bringing her face-to-face with his length.

She jumped when he pressed his nose into her, tongue darting out to lick at her hooded clit. Pleasure sparked through her, stealing her breath. Fumbling with his cock, she kissed and licked the tip as he placed open mouthed kisses on her mons before sucking at her leaking hole. Fiona muffled her moans with his cock, swallowing his cock and sucking him in earnest.

Jaune had never done this particular act before but he was finding it rather agreeable. Her musk gushed across his lips and tongue as he devoured her flower, her meaty vulva parting under the assault. Her hips twitched and writhed within his grip, pelvis tilting to allow better access to what she desired. Her inner walls were juicy and a pretty pink, tightly coiled as his tongue slithered inside. Her taste was thick and heavy, intoxicating. Every moan that vibrated through his cock only made him bolder, sealing his lips around her hard clit.

Fiona pulled off his dick with a messy smack and choked on a cry, burying her face against his pelvis. She continued to stroke his cock awkwardly as he flicked and sucked on her clitoris, sweet sounds tumbling from her in a delirious string of song.

"Oh~! Ahhn~! Y-Yeah~! That feels so good~!" she sung. "So, so good~! Oh~! Keep eating me~! I l-love it~!"

Gaining a little bit of control, she sucked his pulsing rod back into her mouth and began blowing him eagerly, one hand drifting down to cup and knead his heavy sac. They tightened and lifted under her touch, his dick throbbing as she bobbed rapidly, taking more and more until it tickled the opening to her throat. Jaune groaned into her wet, gushing quim.

He liked this more aggressive Fiona; he liked it a lot .

Her skin was so smooth beneath his hands and he couldn't stop touching her. He rubbed up and down her sides, tickling her ribs and tracing the contours of her back before grabbing big handfuls of her ass and spreading them apart. He shook his head side to side, motorboating her quim and slurping up her juices as she trembled. Her muffled moans vibrated through his cock, the pleasure crawling deep inside. Try as she might, she couldn't suck his cock any deeper, her jaw aching from what she already had. So instead she focused on the sensitive head, lashing it relentlessly with her tongue.

She squeaked when she felt his fingers probe at her entrance, gently prying open her clutching hole. He sucked on her labia as one of his fingers wormed it way inside, inching deeper until he found that sweet spot that drove girls wild. Fiona bucked her hips against his chin when he pressed on her g-spot, raking his finger along it firmly. His cock fell free of her mouth as she sobbed, her hands clutching at his thighs for support.

"Oh~!" she almost screamed. "Right there~! Ahn~! Yes~! Yes~!"

Heat gathered under her navel as he stroked and rubbed her g-spot with practiced ease, ripping hoarse cries from her throat. Her nipples pounded as they crinkled and hardened until they ached, her womb pulsing with a desire to be filled. Her pussy clenched erratically around his intruding finger, soaking his hand. She could barely breathe, barely think; she just wanted him to keep going. She just wanted him to make her cum.

"Keep going, k-keep going," she keened, panting harshly as her slim body thrashed. "Y-You're gonna make me cum! Oh~! Yes, Jaune – make me cum~! Please make me cum~!"

When he added a second finger, Fiona felt her heart skip a beat. Her arms and legs felt numb, her vision growing cloudy as she barreled onwards towards orgasm. The pressure in her belly grew and grew, his thick fingers stretching her tender pussy as Jaune began pumping them in and out forcefully, targeting the same spot again and again.

She was nearly there. It wouldn't take much to tip her over.

When his lips wrapped around her throbbing clit, she felt the tension snap like a bowstring. Molten heat bloomed in her uterus, her mouth opening in a silent scream. Eyes rolling up into her head, Fiona gave a shuddering gasp from the depths of her soul as she climaxed with maximum force.

Jaune groaned with appreciation as her vagina clenched and contracted around his fingers, pulsing rapidly as she gushed profusely. Removing his lips from her clit, he flicked it lazily with his tongue as her pelvis jerked and thrashed in his grip. His hold on her ass was iron, fingers bruising as he squeezed her plump flesh hard enough to mark. Then a forceful stream struck his chin and with some surprise, he realized she was squirting – and squirting hard .

When her orgasm died down, Jaune gently removed his fingers and rubbed her abused lips tenderly. His face was drenched in her essence, her musk enveloping him completely and urging him to bury his cock within her, balls deep. Stroking her twitching thighs, he spied that little mole and couldn't resist. He gave it a chaste peck.

"Wow, you cum really hard," he teased. She was panting roughly against his shaft, her scorching breath gusting over his balls. "That was really hot."

When she didn't answer, he became concerned.

"Fiona?"

When there was no reply, he shuffled out from under her and hastily reached for her face. "Fiona? Are you okay?"

Her entire face was flushed a splotchy red, eyes cloudy as she continued to gulp in air desperately. Tears spilled from the corners of her eyes and down over her cheeks, mixing with saliva ringed around her lips – her smiling lips. She looked a mess, completely overwhelmed, yet her expression was one of supreme bliss.

Her hands moved down and settled on her belly, lightly rubbing her tummy as she brought her thighs together. Fiona mewled as she squirmed in delight, skin sensitive after such an explosive orgasm.

"I'm okay," she finally breathed out, eyes focusing on him. She spotted his cock, jutting out from his body arrogantly and reached for it. Wrapping her small hand around his girth, she pumped it strongly until a large drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip. Leaning up, she slurped it up with a strong suck that had his hips trembling with need.

The look in her eyes was pure want.

"I want you to put this big thing inside me," she said with a giddy laugh, giving it a shake. Then she spread her legs, reaching down to part her labia and revealing her pretty pink insides. Girl cum spilled out and ran down her buttocks. "Give me all of it, okay?"

She didn't have to ask him twice.