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She Wants The Dust
By : RWBYRemnants
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Chapter List
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THIS CHAPTER: Arkos (Jaune/Pyrrha): handjob, blowjob, reach-around, anal “pegging”.
Two vials of crystalline mixture sat uneasily in Pyrrha Nikos's hands as she walked back to the dorm room. The nurse had been endlessly supportive when she inquired about them, asking a few questions to determine if this choice was right for her, nodding when Pyrrha mostly just gestured to her own body and insisted it was. Given that the procedure had turned out to be easily reversible, she had little qualms with handing them right over.
When she pushed open the door, she saw Nora and Jaune both doing their homework. Though Nora was mostly just trying to balance a pencil between her upper lip and her nose. Upon seeing their leader, she piped up, "Hey, good lookin'! Whatcha got cookin'?"
"Uhh... not much. Hey, Nora. Hey, Jaune."
"Hey, Pyrrha! Just trying to finish that assignment Professor Port gave us. I know I said I'd do my half of the group project but... I'm having trouble understanding some stuff." It was only then that the frustrated blonde looked up from his work books, noticing right away the vials of Dust that she had held in her arms. Nora wasn't kidding by the "Whatcha got cookin?" comment. "A-Are we supposed to do a dust project too?"
"N-no," she half-laughed. "This is more like a... personal project for extra credit." She neglected to tell her teammates that the "extra credit" only applied to her relationship. "Nora, do you mind if I talk to Jaune for a while?"
"Nah, go right ahead!" she piped up, head going right back to her notebook.
"Um... I meant alone."
"Oh. OH! Sorry, sorry! I guess I can go see what Ren's up to!" Hopping down from the bed, she gave Pyrrha a little wink as she walked past. "You guys wanna be together together, doncha?"
"NORA!" But the silly girl was already bouncing out the door in a flurry of giggles.
A sigh of relief followed from the blonde boy as he put his books down on the desk beside his bed. Clearly little to no work had been done on any of them, and the reason why had just bounced out of the room. "Amazing fighter; homework partner... not so much." Then sitting upright and on the edge of the bed, he asked, "What's up? Or do you want to be together together?"
"Always," Pyrrha said with a light blush. After closing and locking the door, she then sat down on the edge of the bed. "So... I mentioned there might be a new development in regards to... our journey. Remember?"
"Journey? W-what?" Looking down to the ground he thought deeply a moment, before his eyes suddenly went wide. "OH! That journey! um... Yeah, what was that about? You kinda mentioned it, and then kinda left me hanging."
"Yes, well... I just didn't want to get your hopes up before I knew any more." Then she held out the two vials of Dust, eyeing them ponderously. "What if I said there was a way to... complete the last step for both of us, without painful surgery? That we could start being who we are right now?"
"You mean... How? That's not possible, is it?" Looking down at the vials again, he began to catch on to Pyrrha's meaning. Dust. Of course, Dust changed the properties of real things in objects or people, but could it really be used in something so... Delicate?
"I-is this safe?"
"I've seen the proof." Clearing her throat, she couldn't help but blush slightly. Even though Yang was a woman and she wasn't attracted to women as a general rule, she couldn't deny that the organ had been... very appealing to her. "It does indeed work safely; they're still doing clinical trials, but now that they have perfected the antidote, they see no reason not to distribute it to the general public. The nurse only made me promise to report anything out of the ordinary if it does happen before she let me have some."
"Right, I get'cha. So you want me to help inspect that everything works with it right? I-if that makes sense?"
If course, he'd assumed both vials were for her. A mixture and an antidote. It made sense, so then she could take the antidote back if it wasn't needed. But that wasn't what she had in mind.
"Well... I thought I could do the same thing for you. Inspect the results." Pyrrha bit her lip and waited for Jaune to catch on.
"Huh…" He really wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed when it comes to catching on, but once again, his eyes widened. "Oh! OH! O-oh..." Scratching the back of his head, he chuckled nervously. "Y-you want me to... Wow... Are you sure? Are you sure it's safe?"
Chuckling, she petted his knee gently with her free hand. "Didn't I just tell you it was? But yes, I think I'd like that a lot. For us to... be together in the way we want." Then her face grew more serious. "As long as you still want that. Just say the word and we can give this back."
This wasn't a decision to be taken lightly. Just the other day Jaune was discussing with his counsellor about gender reassignment surgery for the first time, and now there was the option to skip that step altogether! Of course, his small chest would still be present from the sound of things… but to have a real dick. To have the very thing he wanted the most, that would make him feel complete. It was an amazing opportunity.
It could only be a good choice to say, "Alright. I'll try it. We'll try it. Together."
"Okay." Taking a deep breath, Pyrrha handed over the original accidental formula that Weiss was responsible for, keeping the other for herself. "Now, she says we can either inhale or ingest, and that either will have the same effect. I'm not really sure which one I prefer, to be honest."
"Can we, like, mix it with some strong coffee or something? Or... Nah, that would taste weird…" Taking the vial from her hands, he stood up again and stared at it for quite a while. If they were going to inhale it… "Maybe we should be in different rooms? So we don't mix it."
Nodding, Pyrrha stood and brushed her skirt flat as she said, "I'll just run to the restroom, then, if that's alright."
"Duh, of course." He smiled, but before she could leave the room, he quickly grasped her wrist, saying softly, "No matter what happens though... I love you. Okay?"
"Oh, Jaune... of course I love you, too." Kissing him on the cheek, she whispered, "This is just like trying on different clothes. It won't change how we feel about each other as people." Then she was off to the restroom.
Nearly an hour had passed when Pyrrha returned. Her expression was taut and dejected, but she made no word about it, didn't look to have been crying. More than anything, she simply looked a bit tired.
Her partner, however, was the opposite entirely. In a rather Nora-like fashion, he had been practically bouncing off the walls, occasionally sitting on his bed and bouncing up and down just to feel the new sensations. It was real! It was genuine. It was his. This was incredible.
And when he saw his teammate return, the smile only grew. "Pyrrha! It worked!"
At that, Pyrrha blinked rapidly. "It... it did?" Then her frown was slowly replaced by a wide grin. "You... you went through the change? Completely?"
"Well... Top half is the same, obviously. But the bottom..."
Nervously, he reached his hand downward toward the new sex, rubbing against the fabric of his trousers. Right away he could feel the sensations of pleasure at it, making him shiver lightly. "It really does work! This is amazing!"
"I'm so happy for you!" she crowed, throwing both arms around his neck and peppering one cheek with kisses. "After all this time, you're almost completely who you wanted to be, Jaune!"
Right away he threw his arms back around her, cuddling into the taller woman with a large grin as he stroked her back. He really was over the moon entirely. All his life wanting this part of his anatomy changed… and it finally was.
Now all he wanted to know... "What about yours? Did yours work, too?"
At that question, her expression fell – but she knew he couldn't see it so she simply said in the same cheery tone, "Oh, not yet, but maybe it just takes longer for... for what I have." Then she drew back and cupped her hand to the side of his face. "You just look so happy! God, I'm thrilled to death for you!"
Unable to see how downhearted she was, the boy only continued to grin more, moving his arms to her hips and resting them there as he held her close to him. "Me, too! This is... It's all I ever wanted. And soon, you'll have what you want, too."
"How does it feel?" Pyrrha pressed him gently. "I mean, compared to what you had before. What's the major differences? I mean, this is a pretty unique opportunity for us to compare, right?"
"Well... Bigger..." That was an obvious one, but upon grinding himself against her leg slightly, he shivered again. "Longer... It's really strange. And yet, pretty nice. It feels good."
Then a blush came to her cheeks. "Jaune, I... oh. I wasn't... I d-didn't expect us t-to..." Not that she didn't want to, but now there were some fairly obvious problems with going any further than just hands and kisses.
"H-huh?" But then he realised exactly what he was doing. He was grinding against her leg to turn himself on! When did he start doing that? Right away he stepped back instead, putting a hand in his hair. "No! No, I didn't mean for that. I-I was just... Testing."
"It's alright," she laughed quietly. "Nothing wrong with that; you're my partner and I always love to feel you near. Especially if I'm... feeling you."
And Pyrrha punctuated that last word by touching his hip – close enough to convey she had some interest without pushing or making him uncomfortable. They had come to use that as their signal that they were somewhat open to exploring relations at the moment in the months since they started dating. Maybe things still weren't ideal, but she didn't mind Jaune testing in the slightest.
A nervous chuckle sounded from the blonde, as he looked to her with half closed eyes. Already he could feel his arousal building. And an all new sensation; his new sex beginning to stiffen up. But something stopped him. He still was somewhat oblivious to how this would work, with both of them now having the same equipment.
"I would love to... But should we maybe wait until yours works as well? So we're even?"
"That's not necessary. I mean, unless you're only comfortable that way!" Then she shrugged very slightly, rubbing her thumb up and down along his hip. It was meant to be both reassuring and teasing at the same time. "But if you want, I could... help you test it out a little. Just to see if everything's in proper working order."
Looking back toward the door a moment, he considered Pyrrha's proposal. Ren had said he was reading today, which usually meant he would spend the entire day in the library. But if Nora was on her way to bother him, they may have slightly less time. But there was still a big enough gap to attempt...
"Well, yeah, I guess that might be fun."
A sly grin began to spread across Pyrrha's face at the prospect of a moment of fun. "Alright." Then she moved her hand around to the front of his pants, letting out a shaky sigh as she felt the very real bulge there. "Ooh... you are quite well-endowed now, aren't you?"
"Heh... I g-guess so." Truth be told, he had only looked at himself for a short while, in order to make sure it was real. Size was never something he really focused on. But upon feeling the soft hand brushing between his legs, right against the newfound sex, he let out a shaky moan of his own. "P-Pyrrha..."
"Yes, Jaune?" she asked mildly without ceasing her actions. "Something on your mind? Well... something other than what's usually on a boy's mind, even if there's not a girl doing what I'm doing to you right now."
"But there is a girl doing all this to me right now..." Unable to help himself, he moved forward against her hand, sighing contently as more pleasure went right through him. Wrapping his arms back around her, he grasped both of her cheeks, giving a squeeze. "A gorgeous… beautiful girl..."
Giggling, she gasped playfully as his hands kneaded her behind. "You're so insatiable!" But the feeling of his length growing beneath her hand was too much of a distraction. Fairly soon, she was going to begin to feel arousal as well. Would she be able to handle that, given their situation? Time would only tell.
"I think... I'd like to take a look at it. That is, if you don't mind showing me."
"Absolutely. Shall we… hop onto the bed?"
"The light's better right here..." Teasingly, her fingers hooked over the top of his waistband. "But wherever you're comfortable, of course." Why was this so much fun all of a sudden? It was as if Jaune had a surprise candy bar in there instead of the same bit of anatomy Pyrrha always had.
"...I'll go with the flow, then," he finally agreed, though as her hands fell to the waistband of his trousers, he couldn't help but begin to shudder again. This really was going to be fun. Already he could feel his arousal building up. How much worse would it be with her touch?
Mere seconds later, it had bounced into the light – a beautiful example of manhood. Pyrrha knew it looked exactly like her own, save for minor differences. This was a miracle of modern science!
"Look at you," she breathed as her fingertips just barely grazed the skin. She was hesitant to touch it directly, even though she yearned to do so. "My big, strong man. You like this, don't you?"
"Mmm!" Unable to bring himself to look, he could only close his eyes, nodding. To feel her soft fingers touching the most intimate part of him... It was incredible.
Now that she had established it was real, she grasped it more solidly. Oh, it definitely was; warm and rigid like her own, but feeling one that was not attached to herself was a unique experience. Licking her lips, she slid her hand up and down along it slightly, feeling the skin shift with her hand. It mesmerised her. It enticed her like little else could.
"AAaah! Oh!" This was an experience unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was one thing to rub against his sex when he had a female one, but this was completely different. The skin moved with her hand in a fluid movement, and thanks to all the nerve endings in that area, it felt just as pleasurable as rubbing wet folds.
"I-is this... How you feel? W-when we... Do this?"
"Probably," Pyrrha answered quite honestly. There was no way for her to know with absolute certainty, but she expected it was the same. As she stroked along him, her other hand gently began to edge his pants further down until they were around his knees before her hand began to glide upward along his thigh to rest on his hip again. Little by little, she began to crouch in front of him as the hand continued to stimulate his ever-growing length.
That meant only one thing: Pyrrha either wanted a closer look, or she was going to take him with her mouth. That was something that went slightly further then they had ever tried before. There had been odd moments when Jaune wanted to take Pyrrha in his mouth, but she had protested. Just as Jaune had when she had offered the same. Mainly due to the two not having their desired sexes; they wanted to try but couldn’t quite bring themselves to let it happen. But now, Jaune did.
Jaune was one hundred per cent correct. Even though she wasn't absolutely certain she was going to do that to him, she was at least considering the possibility. What he didn't know was that she had actually been practising this particular action; mostly on bananas when no one was looking. It was quite easy once you got used to the feeling. Originally, her intention was to just test it out once in a while until Jaune had some sort of surgery... but now it seemed practical application might be required.
"Such a big boy," she said throatily. "It... might even be bigger than mine!"
"R-really? Cause yours is... Well, more than satisfactory." Even though he would admit it to no one else, he very much enjoyed feeling Pyrrha inside him in that way. Sex was a very private affair for them. For many, many reasons. Usually if there was even the tiniest chance they would get caught, they would abstain. It wasn't even safe for Nora or Ren to know.
But now they were alone, and now that circumstances were slightly different, he felt far more confident to express such feelings.
When Jaune said that, it stirred the strangest reaction within Pyrrha. As she expected, she felt sorrow that she had such equipment; that was typical of anything that reminded her about that. But she also felt pride and love at the same time – gratitude that her boyfriend enjoyed her body, however flawed.
"I'm glad," she breathed against the skin of his arousal, scenting the heady musk. "And I expect yours to be satisfactory, as well."
"I guess we'll find out."
Now that was a bout of confidence Jaune was proud of. He had been looking forward to taking Pyrrha for so long... And now that reality was so close. Maybe if she took him with her mouth first, it would buy enough time for her own to change.
Pyrrha leaned in and pressed her lips against the head of her lover's cock, feeling the gentle give, the slickness of the taut skin. "Just tell me how it feels... what you want to do. Anything. At the very least, I would like to know what you're thinking."
There was another breathy sigh. Having her lick this part of him was like feeling her paying attention to his clit. But this was different. This was lips on a full bellend. This was a far more intense feeling.
What was the blond even thinking at this point? His mind was overwhelmed with pleasure, clouded with lust. "I-I want you... D-don't stop."
That brought an even larger sense of pleasure to her as she began to kiss all along one side, moving her fingers out of the way when necessary. It twitched – it actually twitched! Filled with satisfaction at that, she continued her actions as she finally sank fully to her knees, the hand on his hip holding her steady as she moved.
"Oh... Oh... Oh wow!" Yet again, he shuddered in pleasure. How on earth was Pyrrha so good at this?! From the sensations coursing through his veins, he would have assumed Pyrrha had previous experience in such endeavours. But that was impossible. Both of them were each other's first loves.
At his surprise, she seemed to latch onto his train of thought. "Can you tell I've been... practising?" Then her tongue rolled out and began to trace up the underside of his length with all the speed of a glacier.
"P-practicing? Who's the… lucky guy?"
He managed to chuckle through moans. He could definitely get used to this treatment. He had a beautiful woman who had been practicing to pleasure him, the sex he wanted... What more could a man ask for? His only wish was that Pyrrha would be able to enjoy the same pleasure soon.
Pulling back and shooting him a deadpan look, she snorted and replied, "His name was Ben. Ben Anna."
"Ben... Wha? Ben Ann-” He laughed when he finally understood. When had Pyrrha been doing that? It certainly would be an interesting watch. “Have you been hanging out with Yang?!"
"Well, you asked!" Pyrrha giggled, but then her mouth darted forward and gently enveloped his head in one smooth motion, curious whether or not it would throw him off if she did it so quickly.
"OOOOH!" What was that? Such a strange feeling, but a truly amazing one in comparison. The entirety of the head was enveloped in her lips, and a tongue was moving across it. It was incredible! "B-Ben is a l-lucky guy!"
Of course, Pyrrha could no longer answer him in her position. Instead, she let her actions do the talking - swirling her tongue around the head very gently. Knowing how it would feel when done to herself, she had paired her first-hand knowledge of the organ with some light reading she had done on technique. Apparently, it felt fabulous when a tongue teased that area of the anatomy in such a fashion.
Fabulous was putting it lightly. This really was an amazing experience! And caused yet more and more moans to pour forth. Once again, he found that area twitching lightly in her hands, causing him to shudder.
Sighing contentedly, she continued to tease the flesh with her tongue as she slowly accepted a little more inside of her mouth. How could it be this enjoyable? From what she'd heard most of her life, guys really enjoyed this and the women who performed it did not. However, even though she wasn't feeling any direct pleasure from the actions didn't mean she didn't love that Jaune was loving every moment. After all, he would likely do the same for her someday.
Unable to help himself, his own hands made their way into her hair. And that was when he chanced looking down toward what was happening.
And the sight that awaited only caused his arousal to grow slightly more. Pyrrha... The beautiful Pyrrha, treating his new sex in such an intimate manner. The soft lips of which he enjoyed kissing were wrapped around his sex, accepting more of it inside. "Oh god... Pyrrha..." He moaned out again, grasping a hand full of her hair.
The rough treatment startled her. It was most unlike Jaune! Of course, in truth he wasn't treating her terribly roughly at all, but it was still more than she expected from him. The sensation along his sex must have been more overwhelming than she expected. Deciding to play along, as if he was encouraging her to do more, she took the length another full inch into her throat at once.
As new as the experience was, an all too familiar sensation had begun to build. He was close. So close already! It was rather embarrassing to admit, especially since when he had his other organ, it would take far too long for him to reach his limit. Was he really about to be the embarrassing dork that finished too soon?
From the sounds he was making and the way his hips were waggling back and forth restlessly, Pyrrha could tell what was about to happen. She felt a deep satisfaction in her own technique, but what was visible of his downturned face seemed chagrined, so she caressed his hip reassuringly as her head began to bob up and down rhythmically, not at a great speed but enough that she felt him sliding in and out with regularity. Whatever happened next, she would of course still love him regardless.
Then curiosity got the better of her. Was everything like hers was? Reaching down with the hand that had been petting his hip, she very gently cupped his soft sack, just testing the weight and shape of its contents.
"AH! OOOH!!"
Calling out yet again, Jaune felt the pressure building, until he could take no more. He really was going to be that dork. Feeling his legs quiver once more, he threw his head backward, and his sex throbbed inside her mouth. And then felt the seed pushing out of it, right against the back of Pyrrha's throat. It worked, it really worked. A completely natural phallus in working order. Tested, and passed.
"Oh... Oh... Pyrrha."
But Pyrrha was simply kneeling in front of him with wide, disbelieving eyes. She had been able to tell he was building to a climax rapidly, but for it to suddenly surge out and into her throat like that! Struggling, she just managed to swallow the thick substance; it didn't go down terribly easy, but she managed. Only the thought that it belonged to that of her lover made it possible for her to accomplish the task.
"MMmhhh," she finally moaned around the thickness, still gently kneading the sack. From her own experience, she knew precisely the amount of pressure to use so that it would feel mildly pleasant and not cross into the realm of uncomfortable.
"Hmm... Aaah..." Pyrrha truly knew her stuff. Of course, with her still having the soft orbs themselves, she would know just the amount of pressure to use. It was a rather strange experience, but one not to be frowned at. Yet again, he was saying her name. He couldn't stop! "Oh my god, Pyrrha... That was incredible."
Finally withdrawing him from her mouth, Pyrrha slowly licked her lips – intended as a display that would probably haunt his dreams for weeks. Then she slowly slid up his front until they were standing eye to eye, gazing deep into him.
"It was no less than you deserve, and exactly what I wanted to do for you." Her fingers threaded through his hair. "And you'll return the favour once mine changes, right?"
"Of course. Do you think I'd leave you high and dry?" He asked, staring back into her deep green eyes with a soft smile. It was something he could truly stare at all day. "Oh... Do you want me to take care of you now, as well? Or wait till it works?"
"Let's... wait until it does," she laughed nervously. The idea of Jaune taking her length into his mouth still made her a little squeamish. "But actually, I'll be waiting pretty anxiously. You seemed to enjoy that just now. A lot."
"And of course I'll wait with you. Hey... How about…" Leaning in closer to her ear, he whispered quietly, whilst tracing his finger over her hips. "We send Nora and Ren away for the night… to have this room all to ourselves?"
Grinning conspiratorially, she whispered back, "I like that plan... but how will we get rid of them? Tell them there's a pancake-eating contest down in Vale?"
"... You know, I don't actually know." As usual, Jaune hadn't thought ahead that far. But there was one trick he could use. "Perhaps we could get Ren to take her to the village he wanted to visit. Nora will like the trip ‘cause he’s going, Ren will finally get to go; kill two birds with one stone."
"That's right," Pyrrha breathed. "Sounds like a solid plan, Fearless Leader."
Once again, there was another nervous giggle. But it was followed by a warm embrace. "We really are on the up now, huh?"
"You were definitely 'up' a moment ago," she giggled as she pressed her hands into his back. "But... yes, we are. And I'm happy."
"And I am too. I really am."
That was all he could say. Pyrrha really had made him the man he was. Both mentally, and physically. It was more then he could ever ask for. His only hope was that he could do the same for her.
"So it happened pretty much right away for you?"
The walls of the lavatory echoed ominously as Pyrrha paced back and forth, staring down at the features of Yang Xiao Long as they were being broadcast to her scroll. They had already been talking for five minutes, which was about five minutes longer than any call the two had shared previous to this moment.
"Yeah, it was more or less instant. Is it not for you?"
Yang had been talking through the process of the Dust formulas. How they worked for her seemed very different to what Pyrrha was describing. Not that she had looked.
"Did you use it all?"
"Yes," Pyrrha grumbled, running her free hand through her hair. "I mean, they didn't say what dosage to use but I assumed one vial was one dose. Was... was that too much? Did I overshoot and that's why it didn't work?"
"No, no, that should be right. That should work. Wait, you did take the right one, right? There were two different ones, one's more fiery, one's more icy, yours should be the more icy one."
"Yeah, mine was icy. I... gave the other one to..." Squirming, she weighed the pros and cons of being fully honest with her friend. "My partner. He had the opposite problem from mine, and the Dust worked just fine! So... I mean, was I not supposed to eat beforehand or something? I thought I did this right!"
"From what you told me, you have. It has to be right... this doesn't make any sense…" The blonde was at a loss of what to suggest. Every single step, Pyrrha had properly followed. And yet it hadn't worked. Why? It worked for her, it worked for Weiss, why not her? "Okay, I-I'll talk to Weiss when she gets back, see what she can do or suggest. Y-You don't mind her knowing, right?"
Her guts squirmed yet more at that thought, but the red-haired Amazon didn't have time to worry about trivial details. "If you trust her with this, so do I. And... thank you, Yang. This has been driving me out of my mind all day, I just... I don't want to wait any longer, you know?"
"No, no I wouldn't ask you to. I really hope we can get something for you soon. I'll call you as soon as I get news, okay?"
"Alright, thanks. Just... yeah." Unable to think of anything else to say, Pyrrha simply closed her scroll and pressed the corner of it up against her lips in thought. What should she do? Stall for time? Of course not; no telling how long it would take Yang and Weiss to get back to her, or whether or not they would have a solution. There was nothing else for it but to go and face her partner.
A few minutes later, she hesitated with her fist over the doorknob. This wouldn't be pleasant, but it was best she get things over with. Finally, she forced herself to actually knock.
"Come iiiiiin," came the blonde’s voice from inside. From the tone of voice, it sounded like he was in a joyous, happy mood. And why wouldn't he be? He had assumed Pyrrha was just showering before bed. And that she would be ready.
However, it became clear the moment she entered that she had not been showering. In fact, she looked even more dishevelled than when she left the room.
"Jaune, I'm afraid that-" But she stopped short when she noticed he was lounging on her bed in boxer shorts with the stem of a rose clenched between his teeth. "Th-that I... what are you doing?"
"Ah, good evening madame," he said in a flirtatious tone, half closing his eyes and wriggling his eyebrows at her. It was pretty clear he had been laying there quite a while. "I have been expecting you."
For a moment, Pyrrha was torn between laughing aloud and being genuinely touched. Smirking, she slunk toward the bed, hips swaying back and forth with twice the force she would normally use. "Oh, have you? Am I a sexy plumber here to repair your sink, and you're the lonely homemaker whose wife is too busy to see to your... carnal needs?"
"Hmm... I would go for, I’m the stay-at-home husband, who is here to treat and spoil his wife after her hard day at work." He smirked, finally taking the rose out from his lips and holding it out to her. It was a cliché gesture, but one he thought would be amusing.
Taking the rose, she inhaled deeply, then threw a hand to her forehead, swooning and "fainting" into his arms. "Oh my! Such a hopeless romantic!"
Catching her right away, he spun her elegantly to have her lay on the bed as well, hand right away resting on her hips as he pressed his forehead against her. "For you my dear, anything."
"Anything?" Her smile had faded the moment she felt a hand so close to the offending area. So close to what she had been unable to change. "Then... what if all I wanted for tonight was to lie in your arms? To drink in your closeness?"
The smile had gone. And her voice had begun to sound saddened. Had Jaune said something wrong? No... She was still playing along. Perhaps she had just changed her mind.
"Then that... Is what we'll do."
Gratefully, Pyrrha threw herself into his embrace, burying her face in his neck. Of course he understood. Of course he wouldn't push her to do more than she wanted this evening. That had never been in question. She simply wasn't sure she could be intimate with him again while they both had identical equipment; at the very least, it would make things awkward.
"Oh, you're such a good man, Jaune... such a worthy partner."
This wasn't like Pyrrha at all. Yes, she complimented him often, they hugged often... but there was something more. There was fear, sadness. Something really was wrong.
"Is everything alright?"
A thousand excuses ran through her mind, but in the end she knew he deserved better. Petting his lank blond locks, she merely whispered, "It didn't work."
Right away, any further words that were going to come from his mouth had fizzled away. There was nothing he could say to make her feel better. Pyrrha wanted this far more than him. Sure, having his own genitals changed to the desired ones was something he wanted, but it was nowhere near as much as Pyrrha wanted it. As much as she needed it.
And with that in mind, he simply wrapped his arms around her instead, petting her soft hair as they lay in silence. Minutes passed as she took comfort from Jaune's tenderness, his warm presence. After all the dread she had been suffering under, this was a welcome relief.
Finally, when she felt up to speaking again, she started with, "So I spoke with Yang, and um... she says she'll try to find out why this may have happened. We're not totally out of luck yet, just... yeah. No change, and I'm sure if it was going to, it would have by now."
"That seems a good idea. I'm just…" Taking a small breath in, Jaune continued to pet Pyrrha's hair, breathing slowly back out. What could he even say to her? The truth was the best bet.
"... I wish it was me. I wish if it was one of us, it was me instead. We will have it sorted, but... I'm sorry it had to take longer than what we thought."
"I just keep thinking..." Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to speak aloud thoughts she had never shared with anyone before this point. "What if I'm stuck like this? Or if I have to have the painful surgery, because I can't be changed with Dust? It's... I don't have the money for that kind of surgery, or the time for recovery!"
That only tugged at Jaune's heart strings all the more. It was a very costly procedure, he knew all too well from saving for his own. But now that he has the bottom half already done...
The top however was still a concern. And still a costly procedure. But Jaune's breasts were only slight. They were only enough so people would tease him of having 'moobs' in the showers if they made a comment at all. Pyrrha's was bad enough that she was afraid every time she went to the shower room, fearful every time they got intimate in case anyone would catch them. Her case was far more dire.
It didn't even take much thought for him to say, "Money won't be a problem. Because I'm going to help pay for it. The time... Well, we'll find the time. But…" Another thought also came to mind, one that was the honest truth. And taking another deep breath in, he worked up the courage to get the thought out.
"You are the most incredible woman I have ever met. And no matter what happens, I will be here. Whether it changes this week, this year, or one hundred years; you're still Pyrrha Nikos. Still stunning. And no matter how long you have to wait to be her physically, I... I will always love you."
Even though she was on the verge of tears, his declaration bit through to her core. He really was the most marvellous human being she'd ever had the pleasure of meeting. Smiling, she took a deep breath and snuggled against his frame.
"You're right, of course you're right. I just... got my hopes up, I suppose. Thank you for being so patient with me."
"You don't have to thank me." His grip on her only tightened, holding her close against himself as he kissed the top of her head. "We're going to get this solved. I'll speak to Weiss tomorrow, since she knows about Dust. But please don't lose hope, Pyrrha. It doesn't suit you."
"I won't, I promise." Her hand began to graze up and down his chest. "How do you stay so cool about this? I mean, I'm normally pretty level-headed about things, but it's as if... I can't be with this."
Looking down to her as she rubbed his chest, softened his grip again, just holding her in an embrace. "It's something you feel passionate about, something that affects you as a person. I wouldn't expect it to be something that can be dismissed so easily."
"You know me so well." Smiling softly, Pyrrha stretched up and pressed her lips against his temple. "So sweet. Maybe I could take you out to dinner or something, to show my appreciation. Anything you want."
"What? Come on, you don’t owe me anything." However... on saying that, a thought did come to mind. There had been previous occasions when family was mentioned between them. And Pyrrha's sounded supportive. With the only exception being that of her brother. He had been curious of what they were like, how they would treat him if they knew he was in the same boat as their daughter.
"Perhaps in the holidays coming up though... we can visit your home, maybe? ‘Cause sometimes, being around seven sisters gets on my nerves."
"You'd really want to meet my family?" Pyrrha's eyebrows knitted as she drew back to look at him. "I mean, they're not the worst family in the world, but you're... actually requesting to meet them. This is unexpected."
"Well, we've been dating a few months now. I kinda figure... Why not?" he said nervously, scratching the back of his head. "Unless you'd rather come see mine? Your call."
"No, no, of course!" Smiling nervously, she cupped the side of his face. "I mean, it sounds like fun having six sisters to giggle with. Assuming they're supportive of people like us, of course."
"Yeah, they're pretty cool with it! It took a while but… ah, who doesn't?" He laughed along again, but upon staring into her eyes deeply, he half closed his own. "You really are gorgeous, you know?"
Smiling bashfully, she lowered her own gaze. "Stop. You don't have to make me feel better by flattery... even if it's working a little."
"I know I don't have to. But that doesn't mean I don't want to." His smile continued, even as he raised one of his hands below her chin, using it to raise her gaze to meet his own. "So tonight didn't go as planned... But that doesn't mean we can't have a night of being together, in one other's arms."
"Mmm," she purred, leaning into the very light touch. "Maybe we can strip down to underwear and crawl under the covers with a movie. Doesn't that sound nice?"
"Sounds amazing," he agreed, releasing her from his grip so she could get ready. He was already down to his underwear, it was only her.
Unless...
"Unless you wanna... Cuddle up naked? We'll still be under the covers of course, but we can feel... Closer? If you get me?"
That caught Pyrrha off guard. Wouldn't that mean they would be touching nude bodies? While she was the way she was? But Jaune seemed to have no reservations about it whatsoever. Could he get any more perfect?
"I suppose we could," she began as she unbuckled her sandals. "If you're sure that's what you want. So, um, what movie should we put on? That new Spruce Willis one?"
Right away, Jaune leant his head back against the pillows. He was thinking the exact same thing about Pyrrha when she suggested that. "You are a mind reader, Ms. Nikos."
"That's not my semblance," she joked as she slid the skirt down to the floor and stepped out of it, then began shucking her armour as she said, "Should I get us something to munch on?"
"Doooo we have anything?" he asked, shuffling back over to the edge of the bed to get up, again, slowly shuffling down his own boxer shorts and tossing them onto his bed. "Actually, I think I have some Springles somewhere, sound good?"
"Sure, I love those!" But once she had removed her bra, her hands stopped at that, feet shuffling nervously. She didn't want to go any further. "I'll, um... get the movie started while you find the crisps." Tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear, she moved to the view screen on the wall.
He couldn't help but keep watching as she turned her back to get the screen ready. Unable to help but stare at his lover's figure. How on earth did he manage to get someone so beautiful? Sure, there were things Pyrrha wanted to change, but that never made him any less attracted to her. No matter what was below, he loved her all the same.
But when she began to turn back toward him, he quickly looked away, whistling innocently as he searched through his drawers to find the can, having to bend down to the lower drawers. Of course, Pyrrha wasn't fooled for an instant. Rolling her eyes as he busied himself finding the Springles, she said, "It's alright, Jaune. I'm checking out your behind, too."
Which she was. Of course Jaune had been taking the medicine to make him appear more masculine for some time, but all the same... his feminine genes did show in the slightly rounded gluteus maximus. Pyrrha liked it; just because he was a man didn't mean he had to have a "flat" rear end. Add into that the fact that she could just see a glimpse of his package between his legs and she had zero complaints about the view.
"Are you now?" In their time together, the usually nervous and dorky Jaune had built confidence in his appearance. Even before the gender change. But that only made the man even more confident, as he shook his backside left and right playfully.
"Oh!" Pyrrha yelped in mild surprise. Yes, he had always exhibited confidence in this area, but to the point of literally waggling his beautiful rump in his face? Her cheeks filled with a tiny bit of colour, and she had to fight to hold down a physical reaction at the sight. "Y-yes, I am. Was mine to your liking?"
"Yours is always to my liking." Standing upright again, he placed the large cylindrical can of crisps on her bedside table, before wandering back over to her again and wrapping his arms around her. Of course, that allowed him to grasp one cheek, and give it a cheeky squeeze.
Sighing contentedly, one arm drew his back in closer while she reached down and did the same for him with one hand. Before, she had been somewhat hesitant to go anywhere near that area, having heard that most men were a little hesitant about that area being explored. But surely a little squeeze wouldn't hurt anything, right?
Contently humming, Jaune couldn't help but lean back against her hand. But he wouldn't be beaten. Right away, his other hand then grasped the other cheek, squeezing them both firmly.
"Did I mention, you have the most wonderful behind?"
"You did, I think." Suddenly, her competitive streak was awakened, and she found her other hand joining the first, grasping the cheeks and gently prising them apart. "Almost as wonderful as yours, my love."
"E-easy, tiger," he nervously laughed again. Feeling the cool air against that area suddenly made him feel more nervous than usual. Perhaps because this time it was his only opening. Not only that, but Pyrrha has the advantage over him. She still had her underwear on.
But determined to make her feel good, he tried to prise hers apart also, leaning forward to press his lips against her neck...
Of course, it wouldn't be entirely fair for Pyrrha to be affronted by Jaune exposing her opening to the air when she was doing the very same. Still she gasped, and still she involuntarily clenched both cheeks against his grip - not that it changed anything.
Part of the reason Pyrrha had never pursued relations with men was because of her private area, it's true. Another reason was that she couldn't honestly envision using that dark opening for sexual pleasure, and she expected most men would want to once they found out she had no other opening to offer them. Not that she thought it was "immoral" or that she was personally against exploring it, but every time she tried to work up the courage to touch it herself as a sort of test, she ended up backing down.
But what about Jaune? He was not a normal man; he certainly would never demand it of her. But she felt as if she really wanted to do anything he asked, just to make him happy. Even that.
But her body was responding to his hands opening that area up; as much as she was afraid of it, the sensation of her cheeks being manipulated felt fantastic, not to mention his lips on her neck and front pressed up against him. Any more and he would surely feel it growing harder. Eyes sliding closed, she forced herself to whisper, "W-weren't we going to watch a movie?"
Eyes slowly opening again, he craned his head back off her neck again. As much as he wanted to continue, to go further and attempt something; his partner wasn't ready. And he wasn't about to force her into doing something she wasn't comfortable with.
So with a soft smile, he released her cheeks, standing up straight again. "Yep, yeah of course."
The minute he dropped her cheeks, she did the same; it was only fair. Smiling ashamedly at her own hesitance, she kissed his cheek and whispered, "My knight." Then she pulled away, drew open the covers of the bed and gestured for him to jump in with a tilt of her head. "After you?"
"Ladies first, m'dear," he insisted, taking the cover from her to allow her to get in first instead. Though when she did pass him, he leant forward to leave a cheeky pat on her rear.
Yet another shock to her rear end, and so soon! Blushing slightly, she tried to glare over her shoulder at him, but it probably wasn't very effective when she was giggling the way she was. Then she slipped under the covers and settled them up under her chin, waiting for her nude partner to join her. And right away, he did so, snuggling into her side as he pulled the sheets up to his chest. Once they were comfortable, he placed one of his arms over Pyrrha's shoulder, allowing her to rest her head against it. Only then did he go to bring the large can of Springles between them, offering her the first one.
"What an honour!" Pyrrha gasped theatrically, drawing one from inside the can. "You offer me the first Springle of the evening! You really know how to treat a lady."
"Oh absolutely. You really think I was gonna take the first one? What do you take me for!" He laughed, snuggling up to her once again as he stared up at the screen.
A few minutes in, and already, they had gotten quite a way down the can of crisps, and managed to snuggle even closer. Jaune had his lover held in his arms, and occasionally would deeply inhale the scent of her hair. Pyrrha's company was far better than a Spruce Willis movie.
Eventually, Pyrrha rolled slightly to allow Jaune to spoon her, feeling his arms settle readily over her body again. The action was still slowly building in the movie, mostly dragging through exposition and boring scenes. She began humming contentedly; she couldn't care less about the movie anymore. Just being with him was everything she wanted.
'Man... This movie really is lame.' Although Spruce Willis was one of Jaune's favourite actors, he had to admit, this movie really was particularly dull. Thank goodness Weiss had turned him down to see it in the cinema while it was showing. But at least Pyrrha was closeby. And as she had nuzzled back into him, he only just began to realise how close she really was. His hips were pressed right against her backside, flaccid sex conveniently against her underwear. But if he continued to think of that, it wouldn't be flaccid for long.
And yes, she did feel him there. Though she was putting forth her best effort to ignore both its presence and the placement, that wasn't turning out to be a hundred per cent effective. His body simply felt so nice against hers, his heartbeat up against her back. Her hands kneaded against his wrists gently as she drank in this solitary moment.
"Is that Julip Roberts?" she asked distractedly. "The one with the hat."
"I think so... Don't think she exactly plays this role well though." But as much as small talk was what he wanted to do, he couldn't help the thoughts flooding into his mind. What if they did do things while they were both like this? Would it even work? He understood sex with two different parts, but both the same? There was only one thing he could think of; it would hurt.
But then again... Would it? Jaune had been prepared for such things, in case Pyrrha ever wanted to try anything. Even to the point of buying a fake phallus and lubricant. If they were to do anything, it would just skip one step. The thought was one far more distracting then the movie; having Pyrrha riding him, entering her body over and over... Perhaps it was something they could do, if she was in the mood...
The thought of course, was causing his arousal to grow again.
"Exactly," she sighed as she brought one of his hands up to her mouth, pressing her lips into the soft skin. "They are completely wasting her talent. Did you see her in 'Merchant of Vacuo'? She was st- stunning..."
The words trailed off when the very slight awakening of her lover's new instrument became known to her. It was minimal so far, and she knew from her own experience that it was almost certainly involuntary. Even so...
'Jaune still wants my body,' Pyrrha thought to herself with a warm inward smile. 'Even without the Dust working, with my body remaining inadequate... he feels like that near me? What on Remnant have I done to deserve such a perfect man?'
"I-it's not really my kind if film. I-I like... Shoot-em-ups..."
But the longer it went on, the more his arousal was growing. Even if it was against her underwear rather than against bare cheeks. He couldn't help it at all. Feeling his lover's warmth was just too much for him. Testing the waters, he raised his other hand upward, until it rested on her breast. How she had managed to get such a gorgeous pair was a mystery to Jaune. But he certainly adored them. Shown as he idly trailed his thumb over one of the soft peaks.
Now Jaune was really gunning for her to respond to his arousal, it seemed. Should she? They would interrupt the movie... but then again, neither of them were particularly fussed about that. The question still remained: what would they do if he WAS aroused? Should she use her mouth on him again? It was placed somewhere else entirely for that purpose.
"N-now, now," she began playfully as the thumb brushed back over her nipple. "You wouldn't be trying to distract me from this incredibly engaging plot, would you?"
"Incredibly engaging plot? So far, all that's happened is he's talked about robbing a casino and just bedded a couple of women," he teased, continuing the teasing movements over her nipple as he leant over to begin kissing her neck. Even biting onto it on occasion. But to tease all the more, he leant up to her ear, whispering, "I'd much rather bed a woman myself..."
That one phrase left no more question about his motives. Pyrrha wanted to stop him right there, to ask where he expected things to go when their conditions were as they are now. Somehow, however, she couldn't bring herself to say anything to that effect. The semi-hardness against her hind cheeks was too tantalising, too perfect - how she had yearned for that! Even though she didn't think she wanted to touch their lengths together, maybe putting his there wouldn't be so bad... just this once, until they figured out what was wrong with her Dust...
"Consider yourself a real Spruce Willis, do you?" she purred as she shifted her hips back and forth the tiniest bit. "Am I your current target, powerless against a master of his craft?"
"Most definitely. If you fancy the adventure, of course. Because you'd be in for a ‘Wild Ride’…" He couldn't resist using the title of the movie they were watching in that line, hoping it would make her chuckle as well as tease her further. Pyrrha's enjoyment was what he valued more than the actual act, even if she didn't want to take things any deeper.
But would she be willing? She seemed to enjoy the presence of his ever hardening length there... Would she be willing to give things a try? The hips pushing back against it once again said so. Drawing his hand back down again from her lips, he rested it on her hips, before slowly pushing down one side of her underwear...
Of course, she did feel the temptation to roll her eyes when she heard his corny line, but her mind was far too focused on the possibilities of the next several minutes. Made so much worse when he began to tug her underwear downward.
Maybe he was only going to cuddle against her naked. Maybe he just wanted to thrust up against her cheeks for a bit. Maybe, though he knew she was resistant, he was going to give her the old reach-around. At this point, he could; she was beginning to echo his arousal. Hardness for hardness. Though she knew just how wrong it was, the thought that they were two gay men flashed through her mind. After all, wasn't this how gay men had sex? But she shook her head slightly to dispel the thoughts; just because they both had the same layout down there didn't make them gay, or men. She knew that, she knew it!
Sensing her hesitation, Jaune stopped in his tracks. Even taking his hand off her hip again to allow it to spring back up into position. Perhaps this really was too far. But he couldn't know for sure, unless he asked.
"Pyrrha... Do you want me to stop?"
"No, no," she breathed honestly. Feeling him stop really did assure her that it was the last thing she wanted. Just because she wasn't sure where this would lead didn't mean they had to abandon everything altogether. "I'm fine. You feel fabulous, Jaune."
"But something's on your mind? You tensed up, is all." It was honestly his first concern. Even if he was feeling the cheeks right against his arousal, even if it was semi-hard now. He wanted his lover to be alright first.
Perhaps, some reassurance.
"Look, no matter what happens tonight, we're in this together. If we just snuggle, we just snuggle. But if we want to take things further... Well, let's just say, I can be prepared for anything."
"Anything?" Biting her lip, Pyrrha forced herself to think through every possible course of action. Even if they did the things she most dreaded, it would still be an evening in the company of her paramour. Maybe she really was prepared for anything, too.
Again, she began to shift her hips back and forth, but now she was moving them up and down as well, effectively stroking him as much as was possible in such a fashion. Underwear began to pull in the front as caressing him filled her with lust; much more so than earlier when her disappointment was fresher, she wanted Jaune. She wanted him right away, and badly.
"Anything." And once more, he found his hand resting on her hip once more, pulling her underwear down her hip slowly. Of course, this time, it was slightly more difficult to do so, given her own length was pulling it the opposite direction.
That was one benefit at least, that it was crystal clear that she was aroused by his actions. And noticeably, she was becoming even harder as he rocked his own hips against her rear cheeks. Even if the act rather scared him, in case he hurt her... He found himself wanting it more and more.
Finally, Pyrrha felt herself bounce free of the underwear once they were down far enough. A slight gasp escaped her at that moment, both from feeling herself exposed, and from Jaune pressing right up against her cheeks. It was the first time an erection had ever been so close to her intimate area, pressing right up against her skin! Did she want more? Yes, she had already decided she was ready for more, but did she want it?
"You're s-so ready," she began to pant, rubbing harder against him. "After earlier today, I'm a little surprised. Was my mouth not enough?"
"It was amazing... But when it's you, how can I resist?"
He found himself beginning to push up against her cheeks even further, pulling her underwear to her knees so he could press his now fully hardened sex against her cheeks, grinding against them repeatedly. How on earth could he resist? Once more, he found his lips pressing onto her neck, kissing it over and over again, licking at the soft skin.
Another moan escaped her as the tongue trailed over her neck, one leg sliding up over the other one. She wanted to turn around and press her front against him, as well, but she supposed that would have to wait. This was making her so hard! And now that Jaune no longer had anywhere for her to put that hardness, she wasn't sure what she was going to do about it.
Although... no. No, she would not force that thought on him. Especially right now. Instead, she merely raised her leg higher, making it easier for him to press further and further between her firm cheeks. Maybe after she saw to him first, they would figure out something to do with her own.
That made Jaune no longer doubt their actions. Pyrrha wanted this. Pyrrha wanted him there, in the darkest opening. Her only opening. It was the best course of action, right? Not only would he be stimulated, but it would continually stimulate her prostate over and over. This would be in a much closer way than what she was used to though. But would it be enough to make her climax?
Still, as he continued to brush his sex between her cheeks, grinding it into the closeness, he leant over to her ear again, whispering softly as he squeezed one of her cheeks, "Do you want this? For me to take your womanhood?"
That phrase caused Pyrrha to freeze. Womanhood. The phrase was well-meaning, and it both made her sad that she didn't have a true womanhood, and so happy that he would call it that. There never was a more considerate man, even if she was such a disaster.
"Maybe I do," she whispered hotly, still shivering from the breath on her ear. "But I... sorry, I don't have any experience with that feeling before tonight. How... how does it work?"
"Well, I'll have to get us ready... Hang on here a sec." Leaving a kiss on her cheek before he left, he reluctantly drew himself back away from her, springing back to his feet to run to his desk again. And right away, there was frantic searching through a mix of clothes and paperwork, everything he had shoved in there. Until...
"There it is!" Finally, pulling out a small squeezable tube of liquid, he made his way back over to his lover, sitting on the edge of the bed a moment as he explained further. "I will admit... I was prepared for this in case you ever wanted to... Switch roles. Before this whole Dust thing happened, I read up on it. It seemed to make a lot of trans couples feel good."
"Really? They like it that much?" That did surprise her to some degree. Before now, she had mostly thought of this as a sexual act that pleased whoever had the cock, and the other partner merely tolerated the situation. But Jaune had said it made couples feel good. What if being touched there wasn't just a torture?
"Will you try it out on me a little?" she said softly. "Just t-to see how it goes."
"Sure. Do you... Um.…" Suddenly the questions were becoming awkward again, making him scratch his head nervously. "W-what position do you wanna be?"
They would have to pick a position? Of course they would. She was going to have to submit to him fully now, because any other way would probably hurt her, or hurt him emotionally if she overreacted. Pushing upward, she raised herself up on all fours and presented her backside to him. Of course, it was still covered with a sheet, but he could make quick work of that once he was ready.
"Will th-this work for now?"
Heat sprang to his cheeks. The sight was certainly helping to bring his arousal back to its solid status again. Even with the cover over her. This was going to be more of a submission then she had ever done before.
"T-that's perfect. To get us started." It really was. It meant if he hurt her, she could move away, likewise he could pull himself away if something went wrong. Hopping back onto the bed again, he pulled the cover down and away from her rear, softly stroking the plump cheeks below, trailing a finger over them softly.
"I will say it again, this is an amazing backside you have..."
"Thank you," she said, heart pounding behind her ears and flesh quivering wherever he touched. He might have been the only man on the planet she wanted to see her in such a compromised position, but that didn't mean it was easy for her. What if he didn't like the look of her entrance? Or the feel of it?
Oh... But he did. And that much was made obvious as he pulled her cheeks apart again, inspecting the area between them. Was that area of hers always so cute? He'd never really sat and looked at it before, mainly because Pyrrha wouldn't let him. She was very private about such affairs.
Unable to help himself, he moved one finger inward, brushing it around the soft ring of muscles there, circling around them delicately.
A very odd squeak fell from her when he touched that skin. It was alive! For some reason, she had been thinking of it as unfeeling, since she never noticed any particular sensation while she was having sex with him. Now, of course... he was beginning to explore it. Opening her up for his advance. Of course he could look at it all he wanted if it meant he would go slow and make her feel this way!
"Is that good?" Once more he continued to circle it with his finger. The muscle actually moved underneath his actions. It tensed up then loosened up. It really was alive, and really was exciting her.
The Amazonian girl's lips tried to form the word "No," tried to force it out... but the fact that her arousal was still swinging gently between her legs would give the lie away. Maybe Jaune really could take her this way and she wouldn't hate the activity.
"It's g-good, Jaune," she finally breathed. "I think... maybe it feels good." It was as close to the truth as she could muster.
"Okay... Let me just…" Drawing his finger back away again for a moment, the next time it would return would be when it was coated in the liquid from the bottle, as he squeezed some of it into that, and some also onto his own phallus. Whilst one finger teased her backside with the slick, wet liquid, the other was rubbing the new found wetness all over his sex, preparing it for entry. He couldn't help but moan shakily. "A-and that?"
Both eyebrows knitted slightly as she tried to get used to the change in sensation. "Oh... oh, well that's, um, different... what is that wetness? That's not your mouth, is it?!"
"No, not at all. It's just s-something I bought a while back." Both hands then stated to focus on this area as he began to go further, which lead to him pulling one cheek away with one hand, and using the previous finger to gently push into the opening...
So Jaune had expected this. He had bought something specifically for this purpose. How could he? Then again, it was only responsible for him to look into how this might be done safely, wasn't it? Both of his hands were working at her with almost scary professionalism. If not for his nervous tone of voice, she would try to accuse him of having done this before.
"It f-feels tight," Pyrrha confessed to him as her back arched, instinctively trying to draw her rear away. "Are you s-sure this is safe to do?"
"So long as we go slow. Snails pace." And eventually, he managed to push his finger tip inside, feeling the muscle begin to pull on his fingertip to guide it gradually into her. Pyrrha really was ready...
How was this happening so easily? As tiny as her opening was, it readily accepted her lover's probing finger once he coated it in the unnamed substance he'd bought "just in case". Tingles shot up her spine, starting there at the tailbone and echoing all the way into her neck. God help her, she liked this. Maybe not as much as other, less-worrisome activities, but she did like it! Was she insane?
"See? Snail's pace."
Continuing all the more, he edged more of his finger into her, wriggling it back and forth to ease even further in. But from the signs of how she was pulling him, it seemed she was enjoying this… Small moans began to fall from inside Pyrrha's lips, at first too quiet to be heard through the pillow in which she was burying her face. Then slightly louder as he worked further inside. Part of her wanted him to also grasp her hardness, work at both at the same time, but part of her was also very content to simply concentrate on this one activity, to enjoy it to the fullest.
"S-snail's pace is... good," she finally panted when she felt him pause to give her a moment of recovery time.
"You're liking it?" he asked, continuously checking up on her as he progressed further. But seeing how she had buried her head into the pillow was making his own hardness twitch in anticipation, he wanted more of her soon.
When she felt a knuckle slip past her defenses, the extra shock made her toes curl as she clutched at the sheets with both fists. "Y-yeah... I think I am..."
"Do you think... think you'll be ready?" he asked, pushing the finger in and out at snail’s pace once again, allowing her to adjust to the motions.
"Ohhhhh, mmmhh..." Her legs finally began to drift further apart as he persisted, tongue flicking over her lips as her face turned to one side. "You're... it's so much, it's sooo much! Is th-this how it felt for you before?"
"I guess... obviously the anatomy's different but- you know what. I'm gonna stop rambling."
As he wriggled his finger once more when pushing even more inside, he leant toward her neck again, pressing a soft kiss against it. The kiss only increased the heat and intensity assailing her entire lower region. Such tenderness in the face of what she perceived as the lewdest act imaginable... it was almost blasphemous. She wanted more, but she also wanted to stop and figure out how she felt about what was happening in the first place. On the other hand, that might be a mistake; she might never continue this exploration if she turned back now.
"You're so warm…" As he pushed his finger that bit deeper, he kissed her neck yet again. By now his position had moved, and he was leaning over her. His own now coated sex could be felt against one of her cheeks, rock solid thanks to her moans. And as he slowly began to draw his finger out again, he asked once again.
"You ready?"
As warm as it was, there could be no second-guessing what was up against her fleshy cheek, nor what Jaune meant by his question. Indeed, her body felt as ready as it would ever be for what they were about to attempt.
What it all came down to was that Pyrrha wanted him inside of her. If this was the only way they could for now, then so be it; she didn't want to wait another second.
"R... r-ready. Take me, Jaune Arc!"
And with that, Jaune left another peck on that soft neck of hers, before drawing his finger out of her completely. And whilst the muscle was still loose, he held his sex firmly in one hand, positioning it to her entrance. And once the head had pressed into it, he began his slow movement forward. This was far bigger then a finger...
"Oh God!" Pyrrha burst out, head shooting up slightly at the sheer size of what was attempting to penetrate her. "You... I think you used too much Dust! It's huge!"
"I- really?!"
The words were like music to his ears. That was what he feared most about surgery, when he felt he had to have it. There were so many tales of people not having working or sizable equipment afterward. But his was fine. His was something Pyrrha was enjoying.
And with that thought in mind, he pushed a little more, until feeling the head slide inside, coaxing a moan from him.
Never before had Pyrrha experienced anything like this. Something huge was about to find its way inside her body - much larger than any finger. When she had taken him into her mouth, it was different; she was in total control, and the sensations weren't this sensual in nature. Now tender skin inside of her was being touched for the first time!
"Y-yes," she grunted as she widened her thighs an inch or two. These next words were meant to encourage him; she wanted him to know that no matter how anxious she was about being invaded this way, it had nothing to do with the person inside her. Her trust was profoundly complete. "You're so big, Jaune! I can feel how big you are inside m-my hind end! H-how does it feel for you?"
How could he put such a feeling into words? It was tight for sure, but this was indeed so much more different to having it in her mouth. At the moment, this was him going inside her! This was him taking her womanhood for the first time.
"S-so good!" He said honestly, pushing slightly more of himself inside, causing yet another moan. "H-having you... around me... T-this is so new!"
Was her body truly admitting this much of Jaune? Now that the head had passed inside, there was nothing to truly stop the rest of him from joining it. The tall redhead could feel every tiny ridge or vein as it slid past her taut entrance before it disappeared in the warmth of her. Groans of pleasure escaped her guard, and she merely kept her eyes closed and soaked in the experience. Seemed they were both enjoying themselves, even if one of them was surprised that was the case.
"D-do you love this? Love that I'm... Taking your womanhood?"
It was meant for encouragement. Taking her in this way was strange for him to admit. It was the same way two guys would make love to each other, after all. But Pyrrha was not a g u y. She was a woman. His woman. And so when he pushed more of himself inside, he leant his body on top of hers, stroking one of his hands down her breasts.
"NNNhhhh!" Pyrrha cried out, the unexpected touch on her chest making everything seem twice as intense. "Yes, Jaune! Yes, I love it! Take me h-harder!" That last part was perhaps more than she intended to say, but it certainly seemed to suit the situation. She wanted him to be satisfied, and he couldn't be until he really gave it his all. Which would mean she needed to brace for the ride of a lifetime.
With that demand, he pushed his hips forward even further, moving them side to side in order for her adjust to the full length inside her. It didn't take long for his hips to then butt against her firm backside, causing him to sigh loudly again.
That was it. All the way in.
Was this really something people did all the time, as if it were no big deal? Jaune's flesh was so deep inside of her! Inside that part of her, a place no one had ever gone before, and she had asked him, BEGGED him to do it toward the end. The hot palm up against her chest didn't help her feel any less calm, of course.
And every sideways shift of his hips made hers do the same, and she felt her semi-rigid cock slapping against her own inner thighs. This couldn't be happening. It was impossible that this was happening, wasn't it?
"L-let me help with that." A soft whisper came from above her. And the very hand on her chest began to head lower, stroking down her stomach on its travels, until it eventually headed to her thighs. And then heading inward, he took Pyrrha's ever hardening sex into his hand...
"Hmm... You're really ready for this huh? Your womanhood is so ready at least..."
"OHHHH!!!!" Pyrrha bellowed, a sound louder and hoarser than any she had made so far. Stimulated in those two sensitive areas at the same time was too much! She was going to explode! Especially after all the teasing she had been giving Jaune over the course of this day. Even though her body wanted to thrust into the hand, she couldn't move; the enormous thing lodged in her was making that impossible. Though it frustrated her, in the end it all felt so fantastic that she couldn't be truly upset.
"That's it... You want me to stroke your womanhood more?" he asked again, as he pulled his hips back and some of his sex out of her, before pushing back into her again. As he thrusted forward, he pushed her into his hand, stroking her sex as the thrusts began.
"Like that?"
"AH! It's too much, I can't h-handle this! MMMHH!!" It was the most glorious thing Pyrrha had ever felt in her life, but so overwhelming! Add into that the way Jaune occasionally brushed against a tight knot of something inside her that sent out even more intense waves of pleasure - something she had only read about once before - and she wasn't entirely sure she would still be sane once they finished making love.
Her lover wasn't faring well either. With each thrust, he moaned out again. It was so tight! And thanks to the amount of lubricant added, he was managing to slide in and out with ease. Was this how making love felt? Was this what he was missing out on? It was different to how he'd felt before, but definitely not an experience to curse about. It was amazing.
"P-Pyrrha!" He moaned out, continuing to thrust into her harder.
With every thud of her lover into her tightened opening, Pyrrha cried out again, the hand wrapped so tightly around her erection driving her just as insane. Initially, she wasn't even sure she could climax while he was inside her, but now she knew it was about to happen. Every few swings, she could feel her own sack slapping backward against his, which only made everything better, made her length throb more. Maybe it wasn't so awful that they had the same equipment. Just this once.
"Jaune! Mmmh, I- AH! I'm going t-to come! I'm gonna come all over the sheets, I'm sorry!"
"M-me too!" With each thrust inside, he could feel each and every tense muscle inside her, tensing onto his sex. He could even feel himself pushing up against that particular gland inside her with every thrust. That seemed to be what was making her scream loudest.
But in his hand he could feel her own sex throbbing, she was so close.
"D-don't apologise! S-scream for me!"
"YES! Yes, Jaune, I'll scream for you! Harder! Give me everything!"
And a mere few grunts later, he gave her enough to push her over the edge. Before she could stop herself or say anything more, her cock was finally white-hot enough that it began to spray her thick seed onto the fabric beneath her, more than she had ever produced before. Perhaps it had something to do with the way he hit that spot inside of her. Either way, it was more than memorable.
As her juices began to run down his fingers, she panted, "Now you! N-now you should... should finish!"
It was sooner than he expected. He was hoping for himself to finish first, to save him from possibly hurting her as he pushed against her cheeks again and again. But so as not to make her sex sore, he let it out of his grip, focusing on thrusting faster.
What could he do? Keep going and let it go inside of her, take it out and finish himself? But in the end, as she tensed up, he had no time to think of what to do. He was calling out loudly as his own sex throbbed, releasing white seed inside her before he had time to remove himself.
"Oh!"
That word was small and surprised. Though Pyrrha hadn't necessarily meant for him to pull out, she also wasn't mentally prepared for him to release inside her body. Not there. Wasn't that somehow offensive? Then again, she was having trouble finding anything they had just done to be offensive. It was Jaune, after all.
"You... you were sooo good," she finally groaned against the pillow. "Wasn't sure I would... enjoy that, but... wow!"
"Y-yeah... Wow... That was…" Gasping and panting, he placed his hands on her rear, holding her still so he could regain his energy. Would what he's just done affect her? Was it wrong of him to do it?
No. Nothing was wrong with this. Everything was right. He'd just made love to his girlfriend. What could be more natural.
"You sounded... Incredible."
"Really?" she half-laughed, then winced. "Ooh... now it's kind of tight back there." Her hindcheeks flexed slightly, and she moved her hips back and forth a tiny bit. Nothing was particularly in pain, but she did come to understand that the sooner he exited, the better.
"Oh, right." With that request, he slowly backed his hips away, drawing his sex back out of her hind end gradually. Of course, he was sore himself, which didn't help things.
Once he was free of her however he sighed contently, just leaning on her back. The sounds that came from Pyrrha as he withdrew were equally confused and ill, but she was laughing immediately after he finished.
"This is by far the weirdest thing I've ever done," she told him fondly, basking in the warmth of his chest and stomach. "But I wouldn't trade it for the world."
"Me neither... It was... Wow."
There was no other word he could think of. It was an incredible feeling, to be inside her. Surely this was how it felt when she took him in the past. But of course...
"We'll have to do it again... After the Dust, huh?"
"Oh, definitely." Clearing her throat, she then added, "Maybe even... in that place again. Maybe."
The comment made Jaune blush violently, which was most certainly visible as he got off her to slide off the bed. "Y-yeah... If you like it that much, of course."
But only once her was off the bed did he look down to the sheets, and see the mess all over the sheets that Pyrrha had made. Not that he minded. After all, they could be washed.
"...My bed tonight?"
"That might be for the best." Joints creaking slightly, she sat back onto her legs and stretched her arms above her head. "Whoa, got a head rush. That was really intense just now." Then she swung her legs over the side and sat on the edge, feet just barely grazing the carpet as she swung them back and forth.
"Are you… gonna be okay?" he asked her, holding out a hand to her in case she wanted help. "I know... I'm gonna sleep well tonight, that’s for sure."
Smiling coyly, she reached forward and poked his hip. "Right after you wash up, my dirty boy."
"Huh? O-oh! Right..." He laughed innocently, quickly fetching his boxers from the floor again, and a shirt for good measure. "Should I take a quick shower?"
"Maybe we could take one together." Shrugging shyly, she added, "I know you're a bit dirtier than I am, but it could be nice... washing each other's bodies."
"That sounds like a wonderful idea." He smiled softly, right away going to pick up her underwear and bra to assist her, throwing them her way. "Like a good way to end a good night."
Catching the garments, Pyrrha grinned back. "A perfect night with a perfect gentleman.”
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She Wants The Dust	By : RWBYRemnants Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 3206 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She Wants The Dust