Chapter-26

They watched the video and the evidence was damning.

Weiss felt her stomach twist as she watched her father sell out their kingdom for more power, for more money. She knew what he was capable of, knew that he was a selfish and greedy man. But seeing it in action was much harder to watch than she thought it would be. She'd been prepared for it and it still wasn't enough. Combined with her conversation with her mother, she was feeling raw and exposed like never before.

Jaune placed his strong hand on her shoulder, his thumb rubbing along her skin in a comforting motion. She shuddered.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I'm so sorry, Weiss."

They needed to inform the General immediately, she knew. The sooner he knew about what was going on, the sooner he could act and place her father behind bars. This was treason of the highest order and it had contributed to the deaths of dozens of people. There was no getting out of this one. Not even with all the power and money he had at his disposal. He was finished.

And they needed to catch this man – this Arthur, whoever he was. He was a follower of Salem; Weiss would bet her life on it.

But she hesitated, her hands shaking.

"Weiss?"

His concern was a balm, soothing her frayed nerves. She leaned against him, taking comfort in his warmth. This boy – no, this wonderful man that had always been so good to her, who had been nothing but a good friend even when she couldn't see it or deserve it. Who had saved her life, bringing her back from the brink of death.

Who she desired above all else.

It was certainly a turn around from their days at Beacon, when he had followed her like a lost puppy, desperate for her attention. Now it was she who craved his attention, who craved his touch. It had started long ago now, before they'd reached Argus – but she had been able to ignore it, push it aside. They had more important things to worry about. The fate of the world was on the line; romance could wait.

But since they'd been back in Atlas, ever since he had gotten hurt... it could wait no longer.

She'd already had a taste. Never in a million years would she have ever thought herself capable of doing what she did. Touching and stroking his thigh in a public space, surrounded by the students of Atlas Academy. And then in the cinema! Taking his penis in hand and pumping it until it spat its heavy load inside her glove, consumed with the feeling of his hard, scorching length pulsing against her palm. Her heart had been pounding the entire time, her mind a mess, her body overheating with lust. Her panties had been ruined, utterly and completely. Those were the actions of a wanton woman, the type of woman she always thought of as low.

Weiss Schnee was nothing but a filthy little hypocritical slut.

It should have bothered her but it didn't – because it was with him . Jaune wouldn't judge her, had never judged her even when she had earned such judgment, when she had treated him so cruelly and unjustly. She was safe with him. Safe to open up, safe to reveal her desires and wants.

Safe to claim him in the most intimate way possible.

They were in her childhood home. This was the place where she grew up; from girl to young woman. It was only fitting that she finished her growth here. It was time.

She sent the video to General Ironwood, to Winter, to Ruby, to everyone she could think of. Then she turned into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her nose against his chest. She had helped pick out more than just the suit; the cologne was her choice as well and it filled her head with fog, the powerful scent of woody spice with a note of citrus. Heat flushed through her body, head to toe. When his arms encircled her, holding her protectively, she groaned, her nipples stiffening rapidly.

Everything felt sensitive.

"Weiss?" he repeated.

"I want you," she said.

"What?"

She pulled away and met his eyes before staring at his kissable lips.

"I want you."

Jaune groaned in surprise as she seized the lapels of his jacket and pulled him in, sealing her lips to his. Weiss moaned as she claimed him fiercely, pressing against him urgently. His mouth was boiling hot, his tongue strong and large as it darted out, parting her lips with ease. It glided into her mouth, tangling with her own tongue, his mouth sucking at her, teeth pulling at her flesh.

His cock pounded as she rolled her belly against him, trapping it between their bodies. Reaching down, he grabbed fistfuls of her plump butt, lifting her off the ground. Weiss gave an exclamation of surprise, kissing him harder. She tasted so good, of caviar and vanilla balm. Whenever he squeezed her ass, she shook in his arms.

When she finally pulled away, a string of saliva connected their lips. Her pink little tongue darted out to swipe it away.

"Come with me," she said breathlessly, prying his hands off her backside and regaining her footing.

They rushed down the hallway, delirious with desire. Jaune couldn't stop touching her now that he had begun, rubbing her belly, her hips, kissing her cheek and neck. Weiss giggled as they stopped to make out underneath a portrait of her grandfather, her small hand cupping his bulge.

Jaune hissed.

"I want you to use this on me," she groaned in his ear, nipping the lobe. She had to stand on her tippy toes to reach. "I want you to use all of it."

When they finally arrived at her room, she was nearly out of patience. The door slammed shut behind them, thunderous. She didn't care who heard. Kicking off her heels, she grabbed his belt and pulled, directing him to the four poster bed; her childhood bed. He was going to deflower her in her childhood bed.

Heat bloomed below her navel, dark and boiling.

"Touch me," she pleaded desperately.

He grabbed her hips roughly, sealing their lips together. Her gasps and moans left her dizzy, lightheaded. His hands were so large and strong, powerful. When they cupped her small breasts, she arched wildly. Her tits were very sensitive, her core clenching as he rubbed and squeezed them expertly. Her nipples throbbed and ached, begging for more.

She didn't have to ask.

His fingers slipped under the strap of her dress and pulled it from her shoulder, down her arm. Then he tugged the tight fabric down over her chest, exposing her bra. It was strapless; a simple white cotton. The clasp was in the front and before she could tell him, he had found it, unhooking it. Her breasts bounced free, small and perky, the peaks pale like her skin.

"Fuck," he swore, the sound guttural. Then his mouth was there, sucking and biting. Pleasure spiked from her chest down to her vagina, a pulsing heat building. An itch that needed to be scratched.

She grabbed her dress and rolled it down her waist, over her hips and butt as he attacked her chest. When it finally fell away, she was left in nothing but her white seamless panties. The crotch was saturated with her desire, sticky and hot.

Jaune pulled away from her breasts and admired her body, balls tightening at the sight. She was magnificent, perfectly sculpted from head to toe. Everything from her small, shapely breasts to her trim, muscled tummy, those gently swelling hips and firm, delectable bottom. For such a short girl, her legs went on for days, thighs slender and calves toned. Even her feet were attractive, small and dainty, her toes cute and nails painted light blue.

She was everything he had ever desired and more. When she curled her fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and slipped them down, his cock jumped. Her pussy was plump and dewy, her slit tight. Her small clit was hidden within its hood, waiting to be teased out. To his surprise, she was completely bare, not a hair in sight.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered and she blushed cutely.

"I want to see you," she implored, running her hands inside his jacket. It fell to the ground with a rustle. "Let me undress you."

He toed off his shoes and let Weiss have her way, unbuckling his belt and tossing it aside. The vest was next, followed by his tie. Her knuckles brushed the skin of his chest as she unbuttoned his shirt, her pupils blown wide with want as she revealed more and more of his chest and abs. Leaning in, she kissed and licked the groove between his pectoral and abdominal muscles.

He was the most handsome man she had ever seen.

A thick line of her essence trickled down her inner thigh, her core drooling at the sight of him. When she undid his pants and slipped them down, her eyes came face to face with his bulging erection. Only one barrier remained.

His underwear caught upon his thick glans as she tugged them down. Unhooking the material from his cock, it sprung free with a vigorous bounce. Weiss gasped as his long, burly shaft was revealed to her, standing promptly at attention. She had touched and stroked and pumped it before but this was her first time seeing it, eyes taking in the throbbing veins, flushed head and the thick ridge on the underside that ran from balls to crown.

He was big. He was so, so big.

Her insides trembled with anticipation.

A bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip, wet and shiny. Weiss pressed her thumb against it, swiping it back and forth. Jaune groaned, cock flexing at the sharp sensation.

"Is this for me?" she asked coyly, continuing to rub the very tip. More pre-cum coated her thumb and soon the head was glistening.

"All for you," he promised. "Every inch."

She played with his cock enthusiastically, staring at it in wonder. Every time it jerked and pulsed, heat gathered more tightly in her stomach. She loved how it curved. She loved the fat crown. She loved how heavy it was. When she toyed with his balls, she loved the way they felt in her hands, rolling smoothly between her fingers. His hair was trimmed neatly and short, the fine blonde hairs almost invisible. She was inexperienced at this sort of thing. Even her knowledge about the finer points of sex was limited. But even she knew that some women would take this in their mouths to please their partners.

She wanted to do that for him.

"Sit on the bed," she ordered imperiously.

"Yes ma'am," he replied, sitting on the very edge. He kept his legs spread, his cock standing up against his abdomen. The sight of it standing up under its own strength was an incredible turn on.

He was that hard because of her. She did that to him.

It expected a reward from her – so she would give it one.

Jaune's eyes widened slightly as she sank to her knees, rubbing her hands up and down his thighs. Her nails raked against his skin lightly, sending tremors up his legs and to his hips. It was an absolute vision; Weiss Schnee, former heiress of the Schnee Dust Company, once one of the richest women on the planet kneeling before him about to suck his cock.

All without prompting.

She wanted to do this. It only made it all the sweeter.

"I've never done this before," she warned haughtily. "S-So you'll have to help me."

Jaune grinned, cupping her cheek. That was so like her.

"Just take your time," he said.

So she did.

At first she just used her hands, stroking him up and down. It was comfortable, familiar. Perhaps not the position but she had touched his cock before, had made him cum brilliantly. Now that she had a front row seat, could see all the bumps and ridges, see how it twitched and throbbed, it gave her more confidence. Even with both hands working his shaft, he had plenty more cock to spare. So after a while, her tongue darted out and licked the underside of the head. She felt his crown swell, heard his soft groan of appreciation and repeated it. The pre-cum was salty on her tongue, musky in only the way a man could be. It wasn't unpleasant – not at all.

She rather liked it.

"That's it," Jaune praised, touching her ear. Weiss shivered. "Keep your tongue soft. Yes – that's how you do it, Weiss. That feels great."

Pride bloomed in her chest, encouraging her onward. She licked and stroked, pulling more pre-cum from his balls. Soon her lips glistened with his discharge as she kissed and tongued the tip, making out with his dick. Jaune saw her dazed expression and lust filled eyes and groaned. She had only just started and looked cock drunk.

Her hands began to twist as she pumped them up and down, her mouth becoming bolder. She sucked up and down the sides, slurping up spit and pre-cum, her tongue curling under the ridge of his crown. Sharp pleasure shot down his shaft and he moaned, cock pulsing.

"Try putting it in your mouth," he suggested.

She obeyed at once, taking his glans completely into her mouth. Pressing her tongue against the underside, she bobbed lightly, sucking at him gently. Her mouth was small and hot, her lips soft around his rod.

"You can suck harder," he encouraged. She did just that, sealing her lips more firmly around him. "Fuck – that's it, Weiss. You're such a quick learner. I love your mouth."

She hummed, the vibrations passing through his sensitive head. Every time she bobbed, the tight seam of her lips caught on the head, giving him a rough tug. Fire raced into his groin, tightening wonderfully. Her fists moved faster, gliding easier as her saliva dripped down, coating his shaft. She made cute little sounds of exertion, eyes rolling up to meet his own.

Her blazing look of desire stole his breath.

He grabbed her sidetail, guiding her head smoothly. Weiss let him, trusting him completely. Soon she was taking more of his shaft, sinking down until the tip tickled the back of her throat. To his surprise, she took it easily. When he pressed further, her throat opened up, taking it another inch. It was tight around his glans, milking the end every time she tried to breathe. Groaning, he let her retreat.

She removed her mouth with a pop, grinning. She wasn't even breathing hard. As expected of a singer. "Like that?"

He did – very much. But he wanted to taste her, and taste her now.

Before she could inhale him again, he grabbed her under the arms and hauled her up. She gave a shriek, laughing as he tossed her onto the bed. She weighed a feather, floating as she bounced upon the firm mattress. Her little tits jiggled and he set upon them instantly.

"Oh," she moaned, threading her fingers through his hair and keeping him pressed to her modest chest. "I wanted to suck you more."

"I know," he said, moving down her body. "But I want to taste you. Can I?"

She nodded rapidly as he kissed her belly, running his tongue over her abs. They were defined and sexy, though not overly muscular. She was fit, not brawny. She giggled when it dipped into her bellybutton, squirming. He loved her laugh, kissing it again.

"That tickles," she complained. Her breath caught in her throat when she felt his hot breath ghost over her thighs and then her quivering, freshly shaven pussy. "Do you like it? I read on the internet that guys like it bare."

Jaune groaned against her mons, breathing in her scent. He stared up the plains of her body, locking eyes with her. "You did this for me?"

"No one else," she said.

She'd been planning this for some time, he realized. He needed to repay the effort.

Her vulva was plump and thick with arousal and when his tongue ran up the tiny slit of her pussy, they yielded easily. Pressing his mouth against her, he gave her vagina wet, open mouthed kisses, nudging her stiff clit with his nose. A deep moan rumbled from low in her stomach, her pelvis rolling as she stretched out. Placing her thighs over his shoulders, he buried his face in her warmth. Her smell and taste enveloped him, stoking his lust to incredible heights. Her insides were soft, pretty and pink and drooling with desire, thick and pungent.

"Oooh," she cooed sweetly as he lapped up her juices. "Oh, Jaune – yes, please, that feels so good. I – I never knew it could feel so g-good," her thighs trembled around his cheeks, threatening to close in on him. "Oh, right there. R-Right there~!"

He placed one hand on her tummy, right below her navel. Whenever her hips rolled and jumped, he pressed with his fingers, rubbing her insides through her skin. Weiss could feel it deep within her above her womb, throbbing insistently. His lips trailed up and surrounded her clit, giving it soft gentle sucks as his tongue flicked it lightly, teasing it out from its hood. Weiss cried sweet sounds of rapture, tossing her head back and forth, hands bunching the blanket on either side of her. Her toes curled and released, spreading as her feet arched at the sensations racing through her lower body.

"Fuck, you taste so good, Weiss," Jaune groaned into her sensitive flesh. "I could eat you all day."

Pleasure coursed through her, quickly building towards its peak. Weiss knew what masturbation was, had partaken in such a few times when her hormones ran out of control and her curiosity won out, but she had never reached orgasm before. Awkward fumbles of her fingers in the dark of night, afraid that someone would hear her. She had always stopped before the end, unable to find that sweet release. Now it felt like she would barrel across the line without stopping and she loved it, her abs tensing as she gasped and mewled. Her eyes rolled, hands hastily leaving the bed to play and pluck at her turgid nipples. Every tweak and pinch made a beeline straight for her cunt, the fire in her loins burning hotter.

She was close, she could feel it. She was so, so close.

"Keep going," she squealed, mauling her tits aggressively. Everything felt tight, ready to snap. "K-Keep going, yes, just like that, oh, Jaune~! I think I'm going to--" the last words were choked up, her body throbbing as her insides coiled and tensed.

Jaune moaned into her pussy, wriggling his tongue inside. "Oh, yeah, baby – cum for me, Weiss. Cum hard for me."

Her insides twitched once, twice – before contracting around his questing tongue harshly. Weiss arched off the bed as she sobbed, her pussy spasming wildly in orgasm. Her essence gushed thick and heavy into his mouth and Jaune slurped it up eagerly, sucking at her clutching entrance.

Weiss gasped for air, shaking as her body unraveled. Her nipples and clit pounded in sync, her heart racing. Everything tingled from her fingers to her toes, even her ears and face, blazing with heat. When her vagina stopped writhing, Jaune kissed his way up her body, his jawline glistening with her wetness. The sight alone sparked something deep within her, spreading through her veins like molten fire and settling in her womb.

She wanted him to make love to her. She wanted to feel his cock tense and flex, throb and spit its hot, thick load inside her. She couldn't wait another second.

Her hands grabbed at him desperately, pulling him up. Jaune gave her a questioning look only to moan in agreement as she kissed him passionately. She grabbed the base of his cock with excitement, directing it against her tender lips. He broke the kiss, giving her a heated look.

"You aren't wasting time, are you?" he grinned at her, the sexiest thing she had ever seen.

"I want you inside me," she implored, rubbing it along her labia and wetting the head of his throbbing length. "I want you to ravish me. Please, Jaune. Make me your woman."

"Shit," he swore, her words encouraging the animal within. When the crown pressed into her, he hissed lowly. She was tight. Tighter than any other girl he had been with, even Fiona.

Weiss hiked her legs up, knees against his sides. The change in angle allowed him to pop inside shallowly, her pussy a vice around his glans. Rocking his hips, he slowly worked more of his shaft into her drenched passage, groaning with pleasure. The grip of her was out of this world, his balls tightening as her walls clung to his shaft. Weiss mewled, her face pinched.

"You're so big," she whispered hotly, still holding the base of his rod. It pounded in her hand; his very heart in her palm. "It's okay, it doesn't hurt. Put it all in."

His cock flexed at her words, ripping an excited cry from her lips. Balancing on one arm, he grabbed her hip with his free hand and thrust, burying more of his length. It felt so good he thought he was going to cum already. Wiggling her hips, she crooned as her virginity was shredded. Her hymen had been lost long ago, she knew; between fencing and dance, and horse-riding, it hadn't stood a chance. A part of her was glad, since it would have made this even harder.

But a part of her was sad that she couldn't give him that too.

Finally, Jaune rocked one final time and seated himself completely inside her. With some surprise, he realized he truly was all the way in, his pelvis flush against her prominent mons. Grinding against her, she squeaked, body stretching as the blunt tip of his dick brushed against her spongy cervix.

For such a small woman, Weiss sure could take a dick well.

Weiss panted, exalting in the feeling of his burning hot length cleaving apart her insides. She could feel him entirely. Every ridge, every bump, every time it throbbed, she felt it intimately. She clenched her kegels and moaned lavishly, quivering with desire as he exhaled harshly.

Their eyes met, both consumed with ardor. Placing his elbows either side of her head, he leaned down and kissed her longingly, drawing her bottom lip into his mouth. She moaned into the kiss, wrapping her legs around his waist until he was secured tightly, her feet hooked together. They were as close as two people could ever be.

When he started to move, digging his feet and knees into the bed to brace his thrusts, Weiss sobbed and thrashed. Every time he rocked in, he bumped into her cervix, pressing against it harshly. That was where she wanted it most and welcomed it, the breath driven from her lungs. Her uterus throbbed, begging for his cum.

"That's it," she whined, biting his neck. "Right there, Jaune~! Ahnn~! Ooouh~! I-I like it, it feels so g-good. Oh~! Yes~!"

Why hadn't they done this sooner? She thought wildly back to Beacon, all those times he had tried to strike up a conversation, that time he had asked her to see a movie, to go to the school dance – why hadn't she accepted? She could have this all the way back then, though she knew she was too much a prissy prude back then to realize it. She wanted to go back and slap her younger self stupid.

But she had him now, and she wasn't going to let go.

Jaune grunted, strengthening the pace and force of his thrusts. With her legs locked around him, he didn't have much space but that was okay. He had more than enough room, the snug fit of her velvet heat driving him wild. His balls tapped against her peach shaped butt, aching with his churning load. He was going to blast her full, pack it in until it had nowhere else to go but back out past his cock.

Their sweat slick bodies slid together, her pointed nipples rubbing deliciously over his chest. Her face was flushed with desire and want, her eyes bright gems of lust. She was so beautiful like this, spread out under him, sapphire earrings swinging as he pounded into her. The tiara made her look like a queen – no, she made the tiara fit for a queen.

Weiss felt the familiar heat bloom inside her, everything becoming tight. Her insides coiled around his pistoning cock, coaxing his orgasm closer. She was so sticky and snug, her essence foaming up around the base of his girth.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Jaune said roughly. Every time the tip of his dick bumped her cervix, tingles shot down his cock. He was close. "Oh, Weiss. Fuck – where do you want me to cum?"

"Inside," she cried out, voice growing louder and louder. If there was anyone out in the hallway, there would be no mistaking what was happening inside this bedroom. "Do it inside me~! Oouuh~! Yes, I'm – I'm going to climax. Keep going~!"

He slapped into her several more times before hilting his cock as deep at it would go, swelling. "Urgh, cumming," he grunted, balls tense before volley after volley of molten seed gushed into her virgin womb.

Weiss squealed, his orgasm triggering her own. As his hot cum sprayed inside her, it washed over that throbbing tightness and set it free. Tears of ecstasy spilled from her eyes as her body locked up, squeezing him with everything it had. Jaune huffed as her insides contracted around his cumming cock, milking him furiously.

They remained locked together, groaning and writhing as they climaxed together, extending each other's pleasure. Weiss felt full in a way she had never experienced before, a warmth inside that wasn't her own. Meanwhile, Jaune felt his balls drain like never before, pumping and pumping until there was no more left to give. She had wrung him utterly dry.

They panted into the silence, basking in the afterglow. Weiss curled around him completely, nails raking his back. Jaune rolled them over so she was on top, his still hard member lodged deep inside her. He wouldn't be removing it anytime soon.

"Mmm," Weiss hummed, body twitching. She was sensitive everywhere, every breath drawing forth dulled pleasure. "That felt so goood~"

Jaune raised his hands and cupped her ribs, rubbing her sweaty skin. Then he let them trail down her back and cupped her butt, squeezing it firmly. Weiss shook, whimpering.

"You're still so hard," she said against his chest, flexing her insides. They both jolted. "Oouh. I… I read that most guys can only go one time."

"If it's with you, I can go as many times as you want me to," he said. Weiss snorted.

"You still are a big dork sometimes, you know that," she snuggled into him. "I wish we could stay like this forever."

He felt the same way.

Unfortunately, that wasn't an option. They couldn't even get an extra five minutes.