Chapter-34

Waking up between two warm soft bodies was the height of comfort. Blinking blearily at the ceiling, Jaune lay trapped between Yang and Blake as they embraced him from either side. Their lovely breasts spilled across his chest, their smooth, shapely legs twined with his own. Heads nestled into his neck, their soft breaths tickled his collar as they slept on, exhausted by their night of passion.

What a night it had been.

His cock lay flaccid between his legs, raw from vigorous use. The cries of lust and pleasure echoed in his mind and he took a moment to bask in the afterglow, reveling in the feeling of their wonderful bodies pressed against him. It felt nice, still being with them the morning after, snuggled together in contentment without any worries. Jaune rarely felt so relaxed these days.

But life goes on.

"Crap," he muttered quietly. He needed to pee.

It took some maneuvering to untangle his body from theirs without waking them. After a minute or two of trying, he finally slipped free. He took a moment to admire their lithe forms, his eyes lingering on their plump tits and between their thighs where their skin was raw and sticky with their arousal and his cum. His penis twitched in excitement and he looked away quickly, marching over to the bathroom.

After taking care of business, he searched for his scroll. His pants had somehow ended up under the bed and it took him longer than he would have liked to find them, but when he finally pulled open the screen and checked for any messages, he found that he had more than a few.

No missed calls, though. It wasn't anything urgent then.

He read through his messages. There was a couple from Ruby, checking up on him. He answered those promptly, letting her know that he had found a place to stay and would be returning to the academy soon. There was one from Weiss, inquiring how his night went. None of the others knew he was taking Yang out on a date, but they knew the pair of them had gone out. There were three from Neon, though they were just pictures. Jaune stared as he scrolled through various photos of her weeping pussy, spread wide as she toyed with her clit. He shot a quick look over at the bed to make sure Yang and Blake were still asleep, feeling nervous. Getting caught looking at pictures of Neon would be the peak awkwardness.

The final message was from Nora.

Jaune paused, staring at her name before opening the message. It was short and to the point.

Queen Nora: Can we talk?

He sighed.

Jaune Arc: Yeah. Let me know where and when.

That conversation was going to be difficult. Hitting send, he glanced over at Yang and pondered on the situation with Nora. He had awoken to both girls masturbating, both times after having vivid dreams about the woman Grimm. There was no ignoring those similarities, no explaining it away as mere coincidence. A part of him wanted to question Yang about it, about why she had done what she had done. What had driven her to do something so bold, something so unlike her? She was a risk taker, a thrill seeker, but not in that way. The more he learned about Yang sexually, the more he discovered that she was way more innocent than she liked to portray with her outgoing personality, flirting and teasing.

So what had possessed her to finger herself as he slept mere feet away? What had possessed Nora to do the same?

But how do you ask someone something like that? Had she told Blake about how things between them had started? Yang had told her about the sex – but what about the masturbation as he slept? Had she told her partner about what triggered their first time together?

If his dream had really influenced Yang and Nora to do what they did, did that mean...

Jaune frowned.

All the sex he was having, with all these different girls... that had only started after that Grimm had claimed him. Had she done something to him that was affecting those around him? It sounded fantastical; impossible. But Jaune had never been a ladies man, had never had this sort of luck with women. Things had changed so rapidly that he had been swept up like a piece of driftwood, helpless upon the crashing waves. He had questioned it a few times since the beginning but had never really thought about it too deeply. But now he knew what that Grimm had done to him. It had taken him like a woman took a man, as crazy as that sounded, and the actions of Yang and Nora in particular combined with their timing with his dreams made him wonder if perhaps there was something more going on.

He hoped it was nothing. He hoped it was pure luck, pure coincidence.

But if it wasn't...

If it wasn't, then he needed to get to the bottom of this. He needed to figure out what was going on. If that Grimm was responsible, it needed to die. They needed to find it and if Jaune had to do it himself, he would. Take Crocea Mors and skewer her heart, and hope that that would be enough.

He needed to speak with Nora as soon as possible.

"Hey handsome – what are you doing over there?"

Blake peered at him with hooded amber eyes, voice husky with sleep. She stretched her arms above her head and arched her back, showcasing the lithe muscles of her trim tummy and her perky, full breasts. Jaune raked her form with his eyes, feeling desire curl in his stomach.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he spoke his mind before he could stop it. Blake's cheeks turned pink and Jaune groaned lowly when her thighs fell open, giving him an unobstructed look at her pretty pussy.

"Yeah?" she asked coyly, biting her lip. Slender fingers trailed down her stomach and peeled her vulva apart, revealing her pink labia and tight entrance. The skin was still inflamed from their long, hard fucking during the night. "Want to show me how beautiful you think I am?"

Jaune felt his cock swell with blood until it stood at attention, jutting out from his crotch lewdly. Blake stared at his member with unbridled desire, tongue darting out to wet her lips. He wanted nothing more than to ravage her but with his recent thoughts, he needed to ask her something important, something that could make or break their relationship going forward.

He approached the bed, his cock swinging side to side. Blake dipped her fingers into her slick heat and wet her fingers, then grabbed his shaft firmly when he got close enough. She pulled him along until he rested above her, balanced on his arms as her legs bracketed his hips. Her hands moved up and down his length with reverence, fingers splayed as Blake stroked up and down his excited member.

"God, you're so hard," she whined, curling her hand around his glans. Pre-cum leaked out onto her palm, wetting her skin and smoothing the glide of her stroking. "Your cock is always so energetic. Even after ravaging our pussies all night, it can stand up like this? I'm starting to feel a little insecure."

"It's only so hard because you're so sexy," he admitted, his cock flexing as if in agreement. "We need to talk."

"After," she pumped her fist up and down the entire length of his dick, giving a toe curling twist at the tip. "Fuck me first."

Jaune was tempted but no, he shook his head. "It's important."

Blake stared up at him with wide eyes, "What's wrong? You... you don't regret it, do you?"

The hurt in her voice was almost crippling, her hands pausing in their act. Her pretty face filled with dread, suddenly scared of his answer. He hastily cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb against the smooth skin in reassurance. She leaned into it for comfort, eyes slipping shut.

"No, of course not," he said firmly. "I would never regret it."

Though that wasn't completely true, it depended on her answer.

Her eyes blinked open. "Then what do you want to talk about?"

Jaune took a second to gather his wits. "What you said last night… did you mean it?"

Blake's head tilted, eyes questioning as she asked, "What I said?"

"You said that you loved me," he spoke, almost whispering it. "I know it was in the heat of the moment and its okay if you didn't mean it--"

"I did," she cut across him, eyes imploring. "Mean it, I mean. I – Jaune, I really, really like you. I wouldn't do this with just anyone, you know that, right? I do love you."

Jaune swallowed as his heart swelled at her words. "How long have you felt that way? About me – I just – I know this is kinda weird and coming out of nowhere, but this is important to me. Does any of this feel strange? Being here with me, like this? The things we've done – sometimes when I think about it, it feels like I'm living another person's life. It happened really fast and I guess... I'm feeling a little overwhelmed."

Her hands released his cock and moved across his hip, rubbing his sides in a soothing manner. Blake smiled at him.

"I suppose I can understand that," she said. "I – I've always admired you, did you know that?"

He shook his head.

"Well, maybe not always ," she corrected, giving a little laugh. "I'll be the first to admit that I was sort of caught up in my own crap when we were at Beacon, so I never gave much thought to those around me unless I was forced to confront it but... I always considered you a friend, especially when Ruby told you about my past and instead of fear or skepticism, you treated me like you always had. That sort of easy acceptance really stuck with me, you know? You've always been so genuine that I always found it easy to get along with you."

"I'd never judge you for your past," he replied solemnly. "I may not understand what being a faunus is like and I can be a bit oblivious at times, but anyone with eyes can see how your people are treated by bigots just because you are a little different. If I was in your place, maybe I would have joined the White Fang as well."

"When Beacon was attacked and Yang was hurt, I had never felt lower," she confessed. "I was scared and filled with guilt. My past had caught up with me and my partner had paid dearly for it, simply because she tried to save me. I know I shouldn't have left and I would tell myself that I did it because I was worried about my family, now that the White Fang had shown the true depths of their malice, but I should have said something... but I didn't. I ran like a coward and I'll never forgive myself for that."

"Blake," he tried but she shook her head, pressing a finger to his lips.

"Don't deny it. Please. I was a coward," her face twisted bitterly. "I told my team that I would never do something like that again but at the first sign of hardship, what do I do?" she sighed, looking away. "I... I regret that deeply, but what I regret even more is not being there when... when I heard the news about Pyrrha."

Jaune watched as tears gathered in her eyes and felt his heart freeze, his stomach knotted at the sudden outpouring of emotion.

"I was still in Vale," she revealed slowly after taking a deep breath to steady herself. "The CCT was down but broadcasts within the kingdom were still running. When I heard the news... I never thought I could feel worse than I already did. At first, it felt numb. Like I couldn't process what I was hearing. But then the tears came and then they wouldn't stop. I cried until I made myself sick. She was always so nice to me, willing to lend a hand in training or simply studying with me when I desired some company."

She sniffled, eyes darting back to his face. Those glittering amber pools, so raw and full of pain.

"And yet I didn't come back," she condemned herself harshly, lips curling in a snarl. "I carried on and left. I put everyone out of my mind and focused on returning home to Menagerie, to my family. It was the only way I could cope with everything that happened. If I had something to focus on, a goal to work towards then I didn't have to think about all the destruction that I left behind."

The vulnerable expression on her face tipped his hand, forcing him to act. He lowered his body until they were flush against one another, his arms curling under her shoulders and neck. He embraced her fully and she returned the gesture, squeezing him hard as she buried her face against his neck. They remained this way for a while, Jaune holding her as she cried silently into his skin. When she finally pulled away, she cleared her throat roughly.

"When we met up again, I wasn't sure what I was expecting," her eyes were now soft, gazing at him with affection. "I thought Pyrrha's death would have broken you but it was then that I realized just how strong you truly were. It is that strength that I admire about you. Ruby might be our leader but she can't shoulder that burden alone. You help prop her up when the weight becomes too much, I've seen it. Even after losing your partner, you followed her across two continents when her own team couldn't be there for her. Even with all the pain I know you must have been feeling, you wouldn't let her go alone."

"I wasn't exactly coping in the most healthy way," he admitted softly. "I was full of anger. You saw, didn't you? In Argus."

"I did," she kissed his shoulder, soft lips lingering against his skin. "Ren told me about what you said to Cinder. It was... upsetting to hear that you would think so lowly of yourself."

"It's how I felt."

"Don't you see that we would be lost without you?" she asked gently. "Don't ever think you are lesser than we are. I admire you for your strength, for your ability to keep moving forward, even with such a pessimistic mindset that you had. Your strength gives me strength, gives all of us strength. Never forget that."

He wanted to kiss this girl and pour all his emotions into her but if he did that now, he wouldn't stop. Jaune needed to let her finish.

"I'm not sure exactly but I think that was the moment," she confessed shyly, blushing cutely. "I just… when we got separated when the train was attacked and we reunited, I was a little overwhelmed when I saw you again. I wanted to hug you. I've never really been a touchy feely type of person, not like Ruby and Yang are. I was taken aback by what I felt but... well, my feelings for Yang were still blooming and you'd never indicated any sort of interest in me, so it was easy to ignore. For a little while, at least. When you got hurt down in that mine, things changed."

This was the moment.

Jaune almost felt afraid to ask. Even though Blake had just admitted that her feelings for him had been growing well before that incident, he still felt nervous. It was heartening to hear, though. That she had been attracted to him before . It strengthened his resolve.

"How did they change?"

"I guess it was a reminder – that we live dangerous lives. We are huntsmen and huntresses. Even without Salem and Maidens, we fight Grimm for a living. At any moment, any one of us might not come home one day. It scared me a little, thinking that one day you might not be there. That I had ignored whatever it was for so long that it was too late to discover just what I felt about you. So I... let myself feel . Not just for Yang, but for you."

It all sounded very natural.

"And you didn't feel like something was forcing you?" he asked slowly.

Blake gave him a puzzled look. "Forcing me?"

He struggled to explain. "As if... you were feeling more for me than what you actually felt?"

She shrugged, her cat ears twitching. "Not really. Maybe I was rushing a bit – that I felt compelled to hurry, but my feelings were my own." She peered at him closely. "That is a strange thing to ask."

Jaune laughed. "Sorry. I just... I don't know. It has been a bit of a whirlwind, hasn't it?"

Blake grinned. "Trust me, Jaune. If I didn't want to be here with you, I wouldn't be. Same with that night in Mantle. I always thought you were pretty cute--"

"You did?" he asked, surprised.

Blake rolled her eyes playfully. "I did. And you've only become even more handsome over the years. Don't think for a second you don't deserve this. I like you. I love you," she pressed. "And I like Yang too. I love Yang. Do you love us?"

That was a loaded question but one that was easy to answer, even if it came with its own set of complications. He wouldn't lie about this.

"I do," he replied and it was the truth. His feelings for Blake were real, as were his feelings for Yang. The problem arose in that he also had these feelings for Ruby and for Weiss.

Blake beamed, her blush darkening. "I'm glad to hear that."

A feeling of intense relief flowed through him, making him a little dizzy. Her words didn't eliminate all of his concerns and he still needed to speak with Nora, but they went a long way to reassure him. Even if something was wrong, it was clear that Blake had carried a little torch for him even before all of this. He had just never noticed.

"Can I ask you something?" she ventured tentatively. He nodded.

"Of course."

"You've... been with other women, right?"

Jaune tried to keep his face blank but he was sure something slipped through as Blake gave him a knowing look.

"You are very skilled," she added. "I didn't expect you to be so talented at fucking, Jaune. It is a little obvious."

He wasn't sure what to say to that, even though it certainly stroked his ego to hear her say it. Even during his first time with Cerise, he had been more sure than he should have been; more sure than any knowledge gleaned from porn or sex-ed should have granted him. Though the truth was that it hadn't been his first time in reality, as much as he wanted to forget it. His first time had been with the Grimm.

Her fingers danced across his brow before threading his hair. He leaned into her hand as her nails raked lightly against his scalp, the feeling pleasurable. "You've slept with Neon, haven't you?"

Jaune stared at Blake and knew he couldn't deceive her, not when she had asked so plainly.

"Yeah," he admitted. "I have."

There was a brief flash of displeasure on her face. "I thought so. The way she acts around you... you two tried to be sneaky about it but I was watching." 

"Are you mad?"

Her lips pursed. "Well... it was before you were with me, wasn't it? Have you been with her since?"

Jaune shook his head. He hadn't been. That only applied to Neon, though.

"And... what about that woman from Mantle?" she asked. "Cerise."

He hesitated before nodding slowly.

Blake's expression was unimpressed. "You are a bit of a slut, aren't you?"

Jaune wasn't sure if it would be appropriate to laugh but he did anyway, startled at her words. She tried to keep her face stern but it quickly broke as his shoulders shook with laughter.

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I know this isn't the time to laugh."

She sighed in an exaggerated manner. "I suppose you're forgiven. I suspected as much, about Cerise – that night we visited, she looked like she wanted to jump your bones. She was very disappointed by my presence."

Jaune hummed. "Are you... okay with that?"

"I'm not going to lie," she began, rolling her body. His erection was trapped between their bellies, still hard and ready despite the heavy topic they'd been discussing. Even through all of that, he hadn't grown soft at all. "I'm a jealous girl, Jaune. You're going to have to make it up to me."

Jaune claimed her lips in an instant, a surprised moan filling his mouth as he parted her lips with his tongue. He poured every ounce of passion into the kiss, working his member against her trim tummy as he claimed her mouth, plundering it until she was a gasping, shivering wreck. When he finally pulled away, her lips were glossy and red, amber eyes hazy with desire.

"You think you can distract me with that?" she panted. Her hands hurriedly reached for his straining cock and gripped it firmly, stroking it vigorously. "D-Don't think that just because you have a fat cock means you can do what you want."

"I thought you wanted me to make it up to you," he growled lowly, kissing her again. Their tongues twirled and glided together, leaving Blake breathless. "This is what you want, right? You want my fat cock?"

When he entered her, she was slick and hot. Blake whimpered as his cockhead cleaved apart her clutching insides, stretching her wide. Pressing his forehead against hers, he kept his eyes trained on her own as he bottomed out in her needy, scorching hot quim. Blake's mouth fell open in bliss as he tapped her cervix, eyes threatening to roll into the back of her head.

"Let me show you how much I love you," he said, rolling his hips until she trembled. His glans rubbed at the entrance to her womb insistently, as if begging for entry. "Let me fill you with my love."

For the first time, Jaune didn't just fuck. He made love to Blake, taking his time as he pressed into her. Their panting breath mingled as he stared deeply in her eyes, not looking away from a moment as he claimed her intimately. Broken little cries passed her lips whenever he wasn't swallowing them with his mouth, her nails raking down his back, over his hips, across his ass.

On and on this went, the pair completely absorbed in one another. When her insides quaked around his iron hard shaft, he knew the end was near. Blake's legs scrambled across the sheets, her feet digging into the bed as she angled her pelvis just right .

"Oh~!" she squeaked as she tore her lips from his. She gasped raggedly. "Uuh~! D-Deeper~! Deeeeper~!"

He obeyed her request the best he could, bunting against her womb aggressively. Her entire body shook, one of her hands gripping his ass so hard it hurt. Each rocking thrust drove the air from her lungs.

"Deeeeper~!" she seethed.

"I don't think I can go any deeper," Jaune grunted, biting her lips. "Your pussy is too small, Blake."

Blake bit him back, sucking at his lip. "Jaune, I'm gonna cum."

The way her pussy twitched and coiled around him was becoming increasingly erratic, coaxing his climax closer. When he saw her face crumple in ecstasy and her body locked up, he knew it was time. He muffled her orgasmic moan of bliss with his mouth, groaning in return as her hot, sticky folds contracted powerfully around his cock. She squeezed him relentlessly, milking free his semen. Several long, powerful jets of cum rocketed up his shaft and thudded into her womb, filling her up with his potent sperm.

When her pussy finished squeezing him dry, he pulled his lips from hers and gazed down at her with fondness. Blake panted harshly as she attempted to catch her breath, eyes glazed with post-orgasm bliss.

"Mmm," she moaned lowly, flexing her muscles around him. "Fuuck, you really filled me up, didn't you?"

She gave him a scorching look of adoration before pecking him on the lips.

"I love you," she said with emotion.

Jaune smiled. "I love you."

"When do I get a turn?"

Blake squawked in alarm, the moment broken. Jaune turned his head quickly and spotted Yang watching them intently, a smirk upon her face. Her hand was buried between her smooth thighs, fingers stroking her weeping pussy slowly.

"H-How long have you been awake?" Blake asked in a panic.

"Not long," Yang admitted with a curious tilt to the head. "You were already fucking. I feel a little left out."

She pouted.

Jaune shot her a smile. "Don't worry. I still have plenty left."

"Oh?" she arched an eyebrow mockingly. "You're certainly cocky this morning."

She watched as he pulled out of her partner, his long, thick cock sticky with Blake's wetness and his own cum. It pulsed and bobbed between his legs, still raring to go. Yang licked her lips.

"Very cocky," she added. Lilac eyes darkened in want. "Get over here, big boy."

Jaune needed to speak with her but as he watched her fingers peel open her juicy cunt to reveal her twitching, soaked insides, he decided that it could wait.