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Sense of Semblance	By : sandman-nobody Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 132760 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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A/N: Whoo boy! By the skin of my teeth, ah? This chapter took me a while but I managed to get it in on time. I just want to say, for everyone who’s taken the time to migrate over from FF, good to see you. And thanks for enjoying the story enough to go out of your way. a lot of people have been waiting for this chapter (sex) and I’m glad I managed to give it to you. Just keep in mind, Jaune is still a virgin in this story and Pyrrha is near enough to be considered one. And that does affect how I treat the scene. As the story progresses and characters learn more about sex the scene’s themselves will mature as well. Now, please enjoy and look forward to the next chapter.
Chapter 6
Tag(s): Groping, Petting, Fingering, Cow-Girl.
Girl(s): Pyrrha
Words: 14,868
Pyrrha didn’t move. Instead, she just stood there with the same level of excitement forever enshrined in his own personal world. All he could do was look at her for a moment, immediately feeling the calming sensation that always came with the silence and isolation of his own world. Taking a deep breath, his ridged posture deflated.
That had been… difficult. But she had asked him to show her what he could do. To her, it will probably look like a kind of speed semblance, or maybe even teleportation. Both of which were about a thousand times more likely than the truth. He hadn’t exactly lied to her, after all, he did tell her his secret. Just… not everything.
He needed this opportunity, this chance to use his power without anything else getting in the way. They were alone, in the wilderness, and without anything around them for a good mile. Maybe it was a little underhanded getting her to agree to help him when she didn’t know exactly what that entailed, but he’d never said how he wanted to use his semblance. Besides, she seemed… oddly optimistic about his ability to find a date. Clearly, she wanted him to find someone. And today she would do just that.
He knew where he went wrong last time. He needed to learn how to control their reactions was all. Yang had been a fumbling first attempt, and Weiss had been too fast. He’d most likely hurt her, overloaded her before she could even start to think about why she was feeling aroused. If he found balance, he knew he could manage to excite a woman without it overwhelming her. He just needed practice. And now he had the perfect subject.
He took in his friend’s figure, feeling a warm heat start beneath his cheeks. Even just standing there it was hard not to see how impossibly beautiful she was. But it was even harder not to see just how ironically accessible her body was dressed in only her armor.
His eyes found her skirt, bizarrely short considering it was made for combat. Like most girls at Beacon, his partner had somehow managed to master the art of fighting without flashing her panties to everyone within eyeshot every time she moved to kick or flip. But in this world, there was very little stopping him from pulling the short circle of material over her hips to expose her lower half. Likewise, her breastplate was just as bad. For the simple fact that he only had to pull it down to free the breasts he’d first laid eyes on so many days ago. And if he was planning to start slow, that seemed like a good place to start.
The upper half her armor was more of a leather corset than any real metal, though hardened bits did stand apart from the rest. Reaching up, Jaune was still amazed at how easy it was becoming undressing his friends when they just stood there. He recalled that first day when he’d been too shy to so much as look at her naked back and marveled at how much had changed.
Just as he’d imagined, the fabric around her breast was malleable enough to be manipulated. Laces in the back pulled the material tight around her figure. But without any straps or a collar the shape of her body made it easy to urge the armor over her ribs as soon as it passed the hill of her breasts. What lay underneath forced Jaune to pause.
Rather than a traditional bra, Jaune found himself staring at a layer of bandage wound around the woman’s breasts. Under her armor, he’d never known, but it seemed like this was the reason why she’d been able to keep her larger chest from getting in the way of battle while fitting them inside her breastplate. Jaune only had to take one look at them to know if he tried to take it off, he did not have the skills or knowledge to replace it after he was done.
It was a conundrum, and he had to wonder if he could move forward like this. Maybe it would be better to try this again when they were both wearing their school uniform? He knew for a fact that she wore regular bras then. But the thought of losing this golden opportunity to test and measure her reactions didn’t sit well with him. Perhaps she wouldn’t notice?
Maybe he was getting cocky after his date with Weiss. He was starting to get too confident in his ability not to get caught. But the more he did things like this, the more he was starting to realize that he could probably get away with a lot more than he originally thought. Even things that couldn’t be explained, like clothing suddenly disappearing, wouldn't immediately draw attention to himself. His power was too impossible for even him to believe at times, let alone anyone else. And in the end, that made the decision for him.
Around her back he found the end of the bandage tucked towards the bottom of her wrap. Pulling it free, he lifted her arms and started the comical task walking around her body while pulling the white tape free. Eventually, the material loosened enough from her breasts that he could simply pull it free, balling it up in his hands as he finished. Looking around, he paused before catching sight of a nearby bush and quickly disposed of the evidence. Finally, he was free to return to the point of focus, or rather, the two of them.
Free from her top and makeshift undergarments, Jaune was free to admire his partner’s breasts in all their glory. And unlike the last time he’d been lucky enough to catch a glimpse, he didn’t waste any time in allowing his hands to settle around the shape; drinking in the soft feminine flesh that had started this entire dilemma.
His hands cradled his partner’s chest from behind enjoying the soft weight found only in this part of a woman's body. His fingers sank into the pale flesh, kneading gently while a single finger moved to brush along the point of her tips. His aura, which visibly covered his entire body, quickly leached into the only other living figure, seeping into her body everywhere that he touched. Soon, the wispy smoke like color could be seen wafting off of her shape, bringing it to life in this stale, motionless environment.
He noticed her smell first, finally allowed to rise off of her body and hair. Leather and cinnamon made an interesting combination, but he found himself breathing it in nevertheless. His face already so close to the bright red ponytail tickling his cheek. He was amazed he’d never noticed how good she smelled before. Unconscious of his of his own actions, he naturally pressed himself harder against the warm softness of a woman’s body, allowing the hard knot of flesh trapped behind his jeans to settle against her round bottom.
His hands worked slowly, rolling her breasts in gentle motions. He left her nipples alone for the most part, brushing against them occasionally to test their shape. It was very long before the soft rises in her flesh began to wind and tighten under his attention, a fact he was growing increasingly proud of. He had to stop himself from going any longer, knowing that he didn’t have that freedom this particular morning. Guess it was time to see if she noticed anything.
He pulled up her corset in a single firm tug. Its golden trim usually did a fine job of keeping her cleavage modest. However, without the bandages keeping her mounds in check, he found the tops of her breasts spilling over the top of the material no matter how he tried arranging it. He gave an awkward chuckle before ultimately giving up, taking several steps back from the place he’d been standing before doing his best to copy the anxious frown he’d been wearing. He gave a deep breath, said a prayer, and looked to see how his partner would cope with the sudden shift in her person
Pyrrha’s wide eyes blinked, her warrior instincts suddenly screaming that something had changed. Strangely enough, she was left with the distinct impression that the floor beneath her feet had shifted or slanted. Likewise, taking a breath, the familiar discomfort of her binding had noticeably changed.
Her armor felt tighter for some reason. And her breasts... Her rosy cheeks darkened as soon as she noticed how sensitive they were. Glowing with a kind of warmth, the sensation slowly spread until she could feel a light sheen of sweat start on her forehead. And yet even all of that didn’t attract the brunt of her attention. Instead, her eyes moved, shifting a few feet from where she’d been starting to see her partner’s adorably shy self suddenly appearing without so much as a hint of disturbance in the air around him.
“Teleportation?” she gasped out loud. Forgetting the oddity of her chest and balance she could only look at Jaune who stared back with odd focus. She actually pulled back, feeling her cheeks warm and her heart beat strangely fast. Their earlier conversation must have affected her more than she thought. She glanced away for a moment to collect herself before continuing in a more calm tone. “Jaune, this is-. Do you even understand how incredible this?” She looked back to see a slow smile staring at pull at his face.
“I guess?” he offered possible. “I mean, I can see how it would be useful.” He was a terrible liar, but it was kind of hard to get excited about something when the truth was so much grander. Pyrrha was still too amazed to notice, thankfully. “But um, I still need to work on how I might be able to use it in a fight. You wouldn’t mind helping me with that, right?” Pyrrah immediately nodded her head.
“Oh, of course! But, I think I need to learn more about it before trying to integrate it into your style. Can you tell me if there is a limited number of many times you can use it? Or, perhaps have you tested the distance?” Ever the fighter, the young woman shifted in the blink of an eye imagining all the ways that she could help her friend perfect his abilities. Semblance application was what made or broke hunters after all. Her own seemingly passive abilities coming to mind. Against creatures made of bone and darkness, what good could polarity manipulation really be? But it was how she used it that made her great, a legend even. Possibilities flashed before her eyes as she once again turned from a young woman in love into a battle-hardened warrior.
In the back of her mind, it was a little sad to acknowledge the fact. Jaune already knew her as Pyrrha the champion. She had wanted to avoid this type of talk; she’d wanted to try just being a girl with a boy. She so rarely had the chance. But… maybe it was just time she accepted the fact that to him she was more valuable as a fighter than a woman. If Jaune couldn’t see her feelings after everything she had said then clearly he wasn’t interested. Or, at the very least, he couldn’t even entertain the thought of her as a woman enough to consider she had been talking about herself in her examples. The pain stung, mingling with the mild pleasure that had bloomed in her chest. So she ignored both, putting her pain out of mind by focusing on Jaune’s training. Or, at least she tried.
“I haven’t tried pushing it like that yet,” the blond admitted. Pyrrha put on a thoughtful face before nodding, thoughtlessly tracing a hand along the hem of her breastplate.
“Then I suppose that’s a good enough place to start as any. We should just spare as we usually train and see if you can use your semblance in the heat of battle. If it takes too much concentration or time to prepare than it might be harder to implement into your style. But no matter what, I fail to see how it can't be useful in some way. Are you able to use it again?”
She moved to take her stance, shield and spear prepared in each hand. Jaune simply nodded, knowing that he shouldn’t have any problems. Activating his own weaponry, he braced against Pyrrha’s impending attack, angling the white sheet of metal against his arm exactly as how she’d been instructing. The red-haired woman gave no further signals, simply launching herself forward to test the strength of his arm. But thrusting her weapon from her body, the impact she’d been expecting to land suddenly pierced through the open air as Jaune vanished before her very eyes.
She landed with a roll, the change in momentum and balance too off to manage anything else. Whipping around, her eyes scanned the field looking for where he’d disappeared; only to find him a few feet behind where she’d been standing. Narrowing her eyes, she moved faster this time. Too focused on the battle at hand to notice the new found sensations ticking the tips of her breasts as she charged forward.
Thrust! He was gone.
Sweep! He disappeared.
Throw! Her weapon embedded in a tree unfortunate enough to be standing behind the space Jaune had previously stood. A quick motion of her hand and a black aura could be seen enveloping the discarded weapon before it flew back into her outstretched grip. She barely managed to turn in time before he was gone again, this time further back.
Even as she shifted her weapon, firing three dust infused bullets in his direction, he managed to vanish before she could even stand up from her crouched position on the grassy floor. Finally, after jumping through the air and impaling her spear into the ground where he had been standing, Pyrrha’s stance slumped as she turned to see him looking as calm and refreshed as when they’d started. As opposed to herself who could be seen breathing in the cool morning air at a slightly elevated rate.
She was far from panting, but if she paid attention she would have been able to tell her state had little to do with a bit of exercise. She was a champion after all, one who’d marathoned entire tournaments with hardly a few beads of sweat to mark her armor. A few minutes of jumping around wouldn’t be enough to excite her pulse. Instead, a different kind of stimulation had begun to draw on her stamina, a kind she was entirely unused to. And one that she didn’t even notice had gotten worse with each time Jaune's figure blinked out of reality.
A few more attacks were tried, each time forcing Pyrrha to push harder than she’d ever needed against her leader. She was so used to holding back; it was hard to look at the boy she loved and think of him as a serious threat. But she was quickly learning that to be a mistake. And by the time she faltered, her shoulders were visibly rising with each of her breath.
Bare to the cool morning air; both were sporting a healthy pink glow that extended over her collar up to her cheeks. She sheathed her shield on her back, once again absentmindedly reach up to correct the snug fit of her armor as her ribs expanded in a breath. For some reason, her tips were becoming increasingly sensitive from the irritation, and she flushed feeling them rub against the softer fabric lining the inside of the metal and leather piece. Goodness, when had morning become so warm?
Seeing her sheath her weapon and shield, Jaune moved to do the same. Although he couldn’t stop from staring at the state he’d working her towards. With each attack, each time he vanished before her eyes the young woman had no idea that he was using the opportunity to manipulate her arousal. Still cautious, he moved with gentle actions that encouraged the pleasurable reactions without actually forcing them through her body.
He stuck with her breasts, occasionally allowing his hands to massage and grope other parts of her upper body. By now, he knew for a fact that his partner’s nipples were hard as the steel lining the muscles along her arms and legs. During his last pass, he’d finally allowed himself to pay attention to the pink spots, watching their color shift to a darker red. And by the looks of her, Pyrrha didn’t even notice. Not consciously, at least. Which was exactly what he’d been hoping to see. A small smile started to play against his boyish features as he moved to approach his teacher.
“So?” he grinned. And was that confidence in his voice?
Pyrrha didn’t answer right away, blinking away the strange head rush that left her thoughts… fuzzy. Her hips shifted, and hands reached out for the staff still embedded in the ground for support. A cool breeze passed through the wooded area brushing against the exposed skin of Pyrrha’s thighs. Without warning, she found her knees wobbling. A prospect she had to resist from gaping at. Instead, she was forced to focus on her partner, lest she fail in even this roll.
“I… yes.” She shook her head. And her familiar smile came to life. “It’s… quite impressive. I don’t think I’ve ever needed to push myself so hard against you. And yet, you hardly look as though a thing has changed.” Some awe crept into her voice as she realized how true that was. Usually, by this point in their training Jaune’s body was covered in dirt and bruises from being cast to the cruel ground, time and time again. His shield arm was getting stronger, but still not enough to deflect or defend against the full weight of her spear. But this new ability of his appeared to work around that weakness almost entirely. “However,” she continued… and he frowned.
She wasn’t the fastest or strongest in the world by any means, but Jaune appeared to be able to activate his power faster than anyone could actually move to stop him. And if the strain of this ability was as minuscule as his appearance led to believe then he didn’t even need to worry about enemies attempting to exhaust him into submission. She herself was feeling the consequence of that particular strategy. Still, she couldn’t help but notice one outstanding flaw.
“However, I couldn’t help but notice you never managed to try and attack me back.”
Pyrrha could feel her pulse thrum against the inside of her bracelet. She took a deep breath, shuddering at the odd sensation that followed. The resulting friction only worsened her condition, speeding up the pace of her heart and thus demanding more and more air. Even though she was standing still, she found her breath growing worse rather than recovering. And her hands now rested on the top of her breastplate, pulling and yanking it between words in a futile attempt to find the comfort she was used to.
In reality, the constant shifting forced her tips to scrap back and forth, drawing more pleasure from her flesh than even Jaune could claim. Before she knew it, her words had started to stumble, and her thoughts struggled to keep up past the increasingly insistent inch below her leather and metal corset.
“And, um… that is,” she shook her head, before clearing her through. “Battles of… of attrition are well and good if you… need to direct the enemy.” A hot sigh blew from her nose. “But if you find yourself in a position where you need to finish them off quickly than it’s important that you learn to integrate attack as well as…” she closed her eyes, pinching her lips in a repressed frown. “As defense. We should try again, this time focusing on your sword posture and balance between jumps.”
Finished, she gave a sigh of relief, happy to see Jaune’s attention turn introspective as he considered the instruction. She tried to be subtle turning her back on him. But after a solid minute of trying to adjust her gear, she finally had to give up and give her armor her full attention away from the boy’s eyes.
Pyrrha frowned down at her self, rolling her back and shoulder while trying to understand why it felt like her armor had shrunken overnight. Looking over her chin, she was greeted by a veritable shelf of cleavage for all the world to see. The top of which moved and rose with each of her startled breaths, completely free to shake and move under the layer of thick material.
Some things finally started clicking into place. Her awkward balance; the complete lack of room to so much as breath comfortably, as well as the… tingling warmth of her tips. She had begun to notice each in the back of her mind, but only now addressed the issue. And naturally, a terrified blush started under her skin.
Had Jaune noticed? She only had to take another glance at her chest to realize that he must of. It was practically impossible not to unless it was right under your nose, like herself. And yet why hadn’t he said anything?
Pyrrha knew her outfit was… sparse, in some areas more than others. But attraction or seduction had never been the purpose. Her combat skirt showed so much of her thigh because she needed the full rotation of her hips and legs during battle. She didn’t bother with straps or collars because anything along her shoulders could make awkward or restrict the strength of her blows. She did her best to correct these open areas by guarding her arms legs and neck in separate attire. And yet people only ever seemed to focus on the skin in between.
Obviously, she was aware that there were people out there that ignored the combat benefits, focusing instead on the charms her armor afforded. But she did her best to ignore those type of fans, disliking the stares that itched against her skin.
Good Oum, how long had she been running around like this? Her eyes widened comically, before shooting an alarmed glance towards Jaune. Thankfully the blonde appeared to be mulling over her broken advice; eyes turned upward in a thoughtful expression. Still, that didn’t mean he hadn’t been able to see through their entire battle. The way she was pressing out of her armor, it was amazing nothing had just popped free. The very thought was enough to elicit a silenced gasp. But for the life of her, she couldn’t remember when she could have lost the vital equipment.
She remembered putting it on that morning, even after all this time it never failed to drag on and pinch in the worst ways. Still, she was unfortunate enough to require such equipment, less her entire center of balance lift. As well as this very situation. But that could only mean sometime during the walk through the forest and their light spar it had just… fallen from under her equipment. Now knowing that she was all but naked underneath the revealing breastplate, she found herself self-consciously yanking it up even harder in a vain attempt at protecting her modesty. Unfortunately for her, Jaune’s consideration had finished. And he was ready to resume their “spar”.
“Alright,” he called at her back, “I think I got it now. Ready for round two?” Her heart leaped in her chest.
Rather than turn around, Pyrrha’s fearful expression glanced over her shoulder, hand still pressed over the exposed tops of her breasts. She couldn’t fight like this! But… but she couldn’t tell him to stop for the day either, not after she just explained what he needed to work on. She could explain why she needed to end their morning early, but she couldn’t ignore the slim possibility that he really hadn’t noticed her lack of equipment. And even thought of bringing it to his attention was more than her fragile heart could take.
Her eyes clenched, a deceive whine smothered against her pinched expression. For a moment, her eyes stared at the forest edge around them, pondering the possibility of simply disappearing for the rest of the day. But in the end, she still found herself turning to face the boy, her shield quite obviously pulled against her front to guard her exposed cleavage.
“R-Ready,” she managed. The smile on her face was so forced even Jaune could see how uncomfortable she was. And yet he continued to pretend not to notice. Although a flash of guilt did manage to pass through the eager energy that compelled him to continue their battle. Not enough, however, to keep him from taking his stance and waiting for Pyrrha to do the same. Instead, he took a moment to smile at the girl, genuine appreciation shining through.
She really was a great friend. His alternative goals aside, he had to acknowledge how lucky he was to have been partnered with somebody who was as kind and great as Pyrrha. She trained with him every morning, kept his secret of sneaking into Beacon, and now she was even cheering him up after a bad date. He’d never known someone outside of his family who would go so far out of their way for him.
And now, even if she didn’t know it, she was even helping him get a girlfriend. He was touched, and couldn’t help pausing the next part of their fight to offer her a heartfelt smile.
“Oh! Um, whenever you’re ready!” she chose instead, arming her spear as much as she could with her current posture. Just looking at her appeared awkward and cumbersome. She didn’t even notice his gaze until she looked up from triple checking her shield, only to be stopped short by the emotion suddenly set onto her. For a moment, her wardrobe malfunction was forgotten, and she found herself lost in his stare. Reading everything she had ever wanted from their depths.
And then he had to speak.
“Pyrrha,” he started, his tone just as heartfelt as his gaze. The poor girl felt her throat close up, any words she might have returned blocked by her own brain’s sudden departure. “I just want you to know…” Yes? She hung on his every word, “that if I ever managed to find a girlfriend, I can only hope she’d be half as great as you. Really, I can’t imagine having ever found a better friend.”
And just like that… her world froze.
Friend. Friend? Friend… The word played in her mind a dozen times, each more painful than the last.
He… wants to find a girl half as good as her? Then… then why couldn’t he just date her!? The reality of what he was saying laid against her like a blanket made of despair and lead. He really didn’t see her at all. He couldn’t even imagine himself romantically with her. What was she even doing here anymore? What was the point? But all she needed to do to answer that question was look back at his grinning face, which less than an hour ago had been drawn and pale and lost. It had hurt to see him then, but it hurt to look at him now. It was a different pain, maybe even worse. And yet still she chided herself. Still, she forced herself to return the smile and still tell herself that this was okay.
Being Jaune’s friend wasn’t horrible. Goodness, no! They had a wonderful friendship, and she was happy to see him happy. Which is why, maybe… maybe she needed to consider that this was just for the best. That this should be the kick she needed to recognize that her feelings just weren’t going to come across. He clearly valued their relationship as it was, and she should do the same. It wasn’t what she wanted to hear, but she forced herself to accept a future where they remained as they were. And would that really be so bad? She forced herself to say no.
Unaware of all of this, Jaune remained his happy self, getting ready for the next bout of their exercise. He armed his sword and shield, taking a pose and waiting for Pyrrha to join in. Which she did, after a few moments of standing early still with her face towards the ground. Looking towards the boy, something paused in Jaune’s brain at her expression, a certain dim light in her usually brilliant gaze.
Pyrrha’s thoughts continued down that same line of thought. That this was for the best. That she should be satisfied with things as they were. But the more she allowed herself to dwell on such things, the sharper she found the pain in her chest. She needed to accept things, fine, okay, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t try and distance herself from the heartbreak threatening to shatter her kind and supportive demeanor. Instead, she looked at her weapons and then Jaune’s and then knew how she could distract herself.
She would be whatever Jaune needed her to be. That’s what it meant to love someone else. And if he wanted her to be a trainer, than she would happily give it her all.
If it were any other time, he might have stopped to ask if anything was wrong, but she launched her attack before he had the chance. He barely managed to parry her spear off of his shield before it could be buried in his chest, stopping time before she had the chance to arm a second attack. Slowing midair, the tight coil of strength that was the red-haired amazon’s figure was suddenly suspended in place, leaving Jaune to wipe away a bead of sweat.
She… hadn’t been holding back on that one. And it was almost horrifying to realize how much she had been over the course of his training. Flickering forwards fast enough to almost leave an after image, it was only the hours and hours of being on the receiving end of her blows that had allowed his reflexes to respond in time. Pulling his arm from his shield, Jaune stared down at his rattled forearm, flexing and relaxing his fist as he waited for the tingles to die down.
Feeling returned after a few seconds and he turned a different kind of attention on his friend. Heart fluttering nervously inside of his chest, he stepped forward to walk around towards her front. His reward was a vicious expression of a warrior locked in mid-battle. But as attractive as his partner’s angular features were, his eyes slowly started downward.
His eyes blinked, and he froze on the spot. Looking up and then down again, he repeated the nervous gesture a few times before confirming what he’d suddenly discovered. That Pyrrha’s breast… at least they appeared to be… glowing?
The pink, flushed air of her ample cleavage still poured from the top of her armor. She’d lunged forward, still careful to keep her shield braced over her chest. But that had been pushed aside easily enough for better access. From his position, he could see the womanly mounds carrying a bit of what he recognized as his aura. A thing that… shouldn’t be possible.
He blinked again, eyes wide as he drank her in. Reaching out, he needed a better look. But as his hands settled around the hard leather, he was shocked again to find the ghost-like essence suddenly brighter and reenergized. He repeated the gesture a few times reaching back and forth between their bodies, and each instance he was amazed to find the light of his spirit reacting to his proximity. With a final tug, he reached out to grasp her armor, this time succeeding in exposing the full shape of the young woman’s breasts. Although, now with an ethereal quality that made this entire experience even more strange.
Still pale and blushing, the flesh of Pyrrha’s breast appeared already saturated in his spirt. In every other instance of his experiments, his aura had always bled away as soon as he lost physical contact. Although, technically that wasn’t true was it? His brain quickly returned to his date with Weiss where he’d discovered the exact same thing…
At the time he’d been understandably preoccupied with other responsibilities, namely sticking his hand under her skirt. But it had left a nagging question in the back of his mind. Or, it would have if he’d done anything but sulk over the past week. But he remembered now, and even better, he had a chance to explore this facet of his powers.
A few different ideas came to mind as he looked his partner over. One especially dangerous. After all, it could just be that Aura lingered longer on living people than it did inanimate objects. But… what if it was more than that? What if his mark never went away? What if the more he touched these girls, the more they got pulled into his protection until they were eventually aware? And what if touching them once was all they needed, and slowly their aura was already absorbing his semblance?
Fear started in his belly, and he found himself staring at Pyrrha’s breasts more than even before. Unfortunately, there was markedly less joy in the activity than before now that he watched for any sign of spread or activity. After a minute of staring, he found his attention span slowly drawing to an end, and he was left to scratch his head wondering if there was a better way to go about this. In the end, he was left to shrug at the phenomena, taking heart in the continued stillness of the rest of her body.
Whatever this meant, Pyrrha didn’t look to be on the verge of waking up anytime soon. Which meant it might be time to move on to the next stage.
He stepped back, leaving her glittering breasts out as he moved to stare at her skirt. Up until this point, he’d reserved himself to exploring her upper half, partly from fear of what happened last time he ventured this far and partly because he wanted to gradually work his partner’s arousal up, lest she notices his meddling and start to question what was going on. Thankfully, for whatever reason his partner seemed very distracted today. It was a boon he hadn’t been expecting, but was happy for nevertheless. But he’d explored the woman’s breasts as he could, and if he wanted to go further, it was time for him to really turn things up.
He swallowed against his throat, staring at the burgundy leather combat skirt wrapped around her upper thighs. One more time he marveled at the length, or lack thereof, and found himself grateful for the easy access to the space between her legs. Weiss attire was all fluffs and lace, but Pyrrha couldn’t have made it more easy. Which is why, when he reached down to urge the material higher, he couldn’t help but enjoy the exposure as her underwear flashed into view.
Pyrrha’s mature figure was never more obvious as her hips came into view, wrapped in a surprising shade of black. The material of her panties appeared smooth and shined, differing from the usual cotton pair he’d gotten used to spying on. The dark color played against her pale skin, framing her sculpted and strong thighs nicely. And where they met, the front of her sex disappeared beneath the thin strip of cloth. It was a surprisingly mature choice and one he found himself enjoying more than he should allow.
Her stance was wide for the balance of the impending impact of her lunging a few feet away. He didn’t even need to touch her knees to open her for his inspection. Instead, he was free to duck down, admiring the apex of her thighs and all the secrets that aspect of her person carried. Unbidden, the pressure inside Jaune’s pants leaped at seeing so much of the beautiful amazon. And he couldn’t keep the blush from his cheeks from springing to life.
This next part was hard to rationalize. But deep down Jaune knew it was true. He’d tried being the gentleman. He’d tried being conscious of his friend’s feelings as he used them for his experiment. But the truth of the matter was, it could very well be those very same cautious emotions that had led to Weiss reaction.
He’d just jumped in without even thinking of what he was doing, without even trying to learn from the experience. A woman’s body was all kind of complicated, that part especially. And for him to assume that he could just manipulate it without even understanding what he was touching; it was foolish. And a mistake he regretted.
Reaching towards the front of her underwear, he knew that he needed to learn about this part of a woman most of all. But pinching the material between his fingers and urging it towards the side, he couldn’t help but find all of that logical reasoning slipping out the window as he became just a young man suddenly seeing his first living vagina.
His eyes widened, and his heart appeared to triple in speed. Which was good, considering the rate at which the blood in his body rushed in two very different directions. Relaxing his fingers, he allowed the panties to slip free, which immediately froze in place the moment his aura evaporated from its material.
It was… different than what he’d been expecting. Not, bad different, the opposite really. But aged diagrams from year old textbooks hardly painted the same picture as real flesh and blood. He’d gotten a hint of what to expect from his fingers tracing across Weiss’ clothed slit, but the fact of what he was seeing trumped even that experience.
This part of her body was just as pale as the rest, unsurprisingly. But against her white complexion, a line of reddish folds split the otherwise smooth length of her femininity. Tucked inside, the darker shaded lips appeared neat and shapely, hanging hardly an inch from her core in a soft line leading all the way towards her rear. The outer pair pressed out from the juncture of her thighs in an outer shell of softer flesh. And at the top of it all, peeking out from under her panties, a maintained thrush of dark red hair peeked out in a sparse mane of mature fuzz; decorating her lower half and marketing her as the adult she always seemed.
Jaune didn’t move for several moments, more than content to just remain posed bellow her to burn the image into his brain. He’d wanted to do this from day one, but had refrained from obvious moral complications. It should worry him now that he’d finally given in, and so easily. After all, what did that say about his own moral compass? But like before, rationalizing reason quickly simmered to the front of his thoughts, explain away all of the guilt that should have been there.
He wasn’t hurting anyone. It’s not like she would ever know. And after all, hadn’t she been the one who promised to help him find a girlfriend? He needed to learn how to control this part of his powers. And as his friend, she would want to help him however she could. Even if she might be too embarrassed to actually accept the methods herself. He was just taking the initiative for her. And he knew he would pay her back as soon as he had the opportunity. After all, having a guy that can stop time in back pocket was never a bad thing. But that would be later. Right now, he needed something from her, and that was to see what affected her, and how.
He stared at her folds doing his best to make sense of what he was seeing. There were so many parts, and each one would affect her different. What he needed to figure out was how, and how much he needed to exert to get there. Tensing his fingers against his hip, he forced the long, callused digits to reach out towards the inside of the girl's thighs where he would start to learn about what it means to arouse a woman the right way.
Three fingers outstretched, Jaune’s awestruck face didn’t know where to start. Approaching the whole of her lips and sex, when he finally pressed against her softer aspect, he could only marvel at the sensation reaching his brain. Suffice to say, she was amazing. Women’s bodies were amazing. And he’d only just started.
He had to take a deep breath to slow himself down and remember why he was there. He couldn’t lose himself in the moment. Not like Weiss. Instead, he forced his attention on a specific part of her incredible body, allowing the tips of his fingers to trace the delicate, but full mound of her heavy outer lips guarding the more intricate pair settled between their fluffy shapes.
A few hairs rose to tickle his fingers, creeping down from what he could see of her lower hair tucked beneath the impossible sexy black pair of panties. The deeper he explored, however, the less he found, until finally, smooth skin was all that remained. The surface there was especially soft, almost pillow-like until finally giving way to the hard bone of her pelvis. And towards her farthest reaches, he could feel the smooth sensation of skin dip into a dangerous dimple, and one he knew better than to explore at this moment.
He continued exploring her body, taking advantage of the small limitations he’d placed on himself. In no time at all, the light around his hands rushed from his body to meet hers. Almost as though it were eager to join with the girl’s body and bring it to life. And bring it to life it did, much to Jaune’s amazement.
There wasn’t anything too spectacular, unfortunately. But it was to be expected, considering he’d picked the least sensitive part of her organ. But still, the friction of his fingers and intimate exploration would have to cause some reaction. Expressed now through a sudden swelling and warmth below the champion’s belt. Already slightly aroused, her inner lips flooded with renewed blood forcing a darker shade into their already pink tone. Accompanied by a slow heat that he was only now starting to enjoy. She had already been so warm. But now he could almost feel the arousal wafting from her core.
When he had to pull back, he did so regretfully. But it was time to test his actions. Knowing where the woman would land, he took the time to march several feet across the field and stop. Perfectly calm, he pulled his sword from his sheath, preparing to swing as soon as time returned to the world.
Pyrrha blinked as her momentum suddenly… twisted. It was an odd sensation, almost as though her center of gravity had suddenly shot up by a couple of inches. If it were anyone else, they probably wouldn’t have noticed. But she wasn’t just anybody.
She did her best to adjust, still managing to land on her feet. Unfortunately, a sudden weakness in her legs made it hard to properly spring forward as she’d prepared. Eyes widening, a gasp fell from her lips at the… tingling in her hips. But she wouldn’t be allowed to ponder it for long. Before she could blink, a sword was swinging for her face. Dodging just in time, she made up for her lower half by biting the earth with her fingers and pulling herself across the field in a flourished flip. Red hair trailing behind her sailing form, it would have been a beautiful sight. But right where she was going to land, Jaune was suddenly there, sword poised.
Shifting to a rifle, she fired two shots before he was gone again and she was forced to roll to a new position. Spear back in hand, she swirled to face her opponent, shield coming to life in the other.
She prepared to accept Jaune’s next blow, shifting her top-heavy balance and impaired stance as best as she could through a wide gate. But already Jaune had disappeared back into his own world, watching her now statue like visage with renewed curiosity.
The air was once again silent as he took a deep breath, already lightly winded from even that much combat. He didn’t hesitate to stare deep into his partner’s striking features, taking notice of the slightly anxious expression that had taken root. She hadn’t noticed it yet, not consciously. But the world-renowned fighter’s instincts had certainly taken into account the added strain he’d pilled on to her struggling figure. And he was about to add some more.
Jaune found himself back on his knee’s before the war goddess that was his partner, cheek laid against her thigh as he gazed back up at the panty-clad sex. Faster this time, he moved to shift the garment out of the way and her skirt over her hips.
The fabric bent easily. Jaune’s eyes honed in on the faint glow already starting to take root around the inviting line of skin and folds that made up the woman’s most inmate area. He’d started with the least intimate aspect of her body, but it was time to go deeper.
Swallowing against his throat, Jaune’s still blushing cheeks reddened further as he moved to press two of his fingers against the redhead’s thinner lips, which naturally parted around his eager digits. His already wide eyes stretched even further as soon as he felt the sensation of smooth warmth envelope the tips of his fingers. Like before, her soft body naturally sank under his touch. But this time it surrounded him as he touched inside the fluttering crease.
At her core, arousal eagerly waited until a line of honey like clear fluid ran down towards his knuckles. Without missing a beat, the young man didn’t hesitate to spread the sticky pleasure across her sex, massaging his hands up and down her gash until the whole of her lower lips glistened in her own lust.
Once she got started, Jaune was amazed to find her body wouldn’t stop, all too happy to express all of the pent-up emotion and stress she’d been under ever since she’d set her eyes on the oblivious blonde. The fact that his fingers remained pressed against her lips certainly didn’t help matters. But petting her sensitive inner folds, he couldn’t help but enjoy himself. At some point, unfortunately, he needed to validate his actions by spying on what effects this new attention wrought. And something told him he could expect an interesting show…
Pyrrha once again shifted back into reality, completely unaware of anything but the battle forcing her live in the moment. Which is exactly what she needed right now.
Fierce and confident on the outside, inside her mind still rolled with the boy’s comments that had forced her into action, lest she be consumed by the soured poison of her own incredulity. “Half as great as you, half as great as you, half as great as you,” Even as she was forced to roll, dash, and duck across the battlefield she found the words stealing whatever battle hardened focus she’d learned over years in the field and tournaments.
Her heart hurt. And what was worse, she couldn’t even be angry. Not at Jaune. Maybe at herself. Because though she knew better, even though she knew she couldn’t force the other boy to develop feelings for her, a part of her still wanted to blame him for being so stupid… and herself for loving him, regardless.
He already held her heart in the palm of his hand. It wasn’t his fault; he hadn’t asked for it. But it was still his, nevertheless. She needed to remember that it wasn’t fair for her to force her feelings on him. That it wasn’t his fault that she felt the way she did. She forced herself to remain logical, talking her way through the pain radiating through her chest. But love, romantic love especially, was not logical. And conflict naturally arose.
Her attacks increased in ferocity, the anger and frustration she tried so hard to keep at bay seeping through the seams of her consciousness as she threw herself into battle. It was her only escape, the only place that she felt truly in control of her life; and she hated that. Usually. Not today though. Today, she took comfort in the familiar burn in her limbs as she was forced against her limits.
She just wanted to forget about everything. She just wanted the pain to go away. But unbeknownst to her, as she struggled to block everything out, her body was beginning to come alive with a new emotion and sensations that would push her frustrations past her usual limits.
She was oblivious to it all, almost as though she couldn’t recognize the pressure of arousal swelling inside her womanly shapes. Her sensitive nipples stood out harder than ever against the firm fabric of her corset’s cloth interior. And the tingling in her hips had spread down to her thighs making her movements even more sluggish. If she were in her right might, she would be horrified to find her body in such a state, especially in front of Jaune. But she wasn’t, and even as the cool breeze blew against the wet interior of her thighs, the information stored in the back of her mind.
“Attack, roll, defend,” became her mantra. The unexpected strength of Jaune’s semblance allowing her to truly need to fight at her best. But for the first time in her life, even that wasn’t enough. Despite her own ample strengths, she was up against an opponent that could attack from any angle, at any time, and would never tire. Against her own stressed body, the added tax of Jaune’s interruptions quickly burned through her stamina until her pale skin erupted into a steaming, full body blush of exertion. Against the pink and red rising sun, sparkling drops of sweat coated her entire body. Jaune drank all of this in between his jumps, eyeing the impressive shelf of cleavage still budging out from her top. Except now he could see each mound glittering with the strain of the girl’s efforts.
It shouldn’t have been as arousing as it was, but part of him took pleasure from seeing such a rare sight. After all, how many could really claim that they’d push the invincible girl this far? Encouraged by his own hormones, as Pyrrha crouched low to charge him before he could teleport, he figured it was time to push his experimenting even further.
Frozen in a half squat, her open knees and thighs couldn’t have been better framed for his invasion. He allowed himself a moment to breathe, causally whipping the small amount of sweat from his own forehead as he regained his strength. At the same time, he sauntered over to where Pyrrha waited, excitement encouraging the nervous smile that had stayed on his lips throughout the morning. Except for this time, when he moved to shift her clothing, he found an annoyed tick steal from the moment.
He stared at the girl’s panties feeling only slightly exasperated. While he did his best to refrain from doing more than she could handle, he couldn’t help but take a moment to continue what he’d started throughout the battle, throwing twig after twig into the steadily growing inferno of pleasure that was his partner’s arousal.
Suffice to say, working around her underwear was starting to get a little old, prompting a decision that Jaune should have known better to ignore. Soon, he was reaching under her skirt to pull down the offending garment, working the pair of delicate lace and thin material over her thighs and boots until her lower lips were completely bared to the forest air. He’d need to put them back before they broke for showers and class, but now at least he could jump in and out without worrying about adjusting too many pieces of clothes.
His fingers started at her knees, gliding up the pale pillars of soft skin and taut muscle, collecting the drops of sweat and arousal that clung to her blushing flesh. His fingers were already slick with aromatic honey before he even touched the soft bulb of her mound, now afire with heat that poured out from between her legs in strong waves. Her blood was on fire, stoked by his ministrations. And her sex was now a mess of her own lust.
He touched her most delicate of places with renewed familiarity, petting through her soft folds and downy hair. This time, however, rather than placate himself with running the tips of his digits through her delicate petals, he found his hand seeking out the part of her he’d done his best to avoid, searching until his middle finger fell into a warm, wet dimple leading towards the very core of her being.
If Pyrrha were capable of any type of solace in her current state, she might be able to take it from the all-consuming blush stealing his usually pale complexion. Wide-eyed, a different kind of sweat poured down his neck and forehead, not from exhaustion or physical strain, but by the sheer excitement that roared through his being. Whatever small remained shreds of guilt or reservations that held him back till this point finally melted away as soon as his finger pushed up, plunging the sensitive skin of his finger into a vice of hot, wet, and smooth sensations.
Thrust into the thrill of combat; the human body naturally bared down in many locations that few would expect. Pyrrha was no different, her lower body especially as she prepared to leap forward, built muscles coiled tight to snap forward. Jaune was experiencing a particularly unique sensation against his invading finger, forcing it to shove deeper into her body despite the near vice-like grip doing its best to deny him entrance. But whereas the rest of her body could be made from iron and steel, this one part of her remained soft and feminine, giving into the strength of her partner as her body was meant to do.
Jaune didn’t mind in the slightest, mostly impart to not knowing any other kind of reference to look back on. To him, every girl was actually this tight. A fact that both thrilled, and intimidated him as he was forced to consider the same pressure around his member. Inside his pants, he could still feel himself being affected by the moment, straining against the front of his pants no matter how much he tried to distance himself from the sexual aspect of what was happening. Research he might call it, but even he wasn’t dumb enough to try and say that there was no other incentive involved in working his finger’s against his partners smooth inner walls. And in the silence of his world, the wet suction of skin and arousal seemed to shout into the void, all the while Pyrrha’s body greedily accepted his attention for the outlet that it was.
It wasn’t like Pyrrha was sexually frustrated or anything. Well, at least not too much. Living in the same dorm as her crush certainly exasperated hormones that many their age were forced to deal with. But there was a small understanding that appeared to be established throughout the woman’s showers. They were lucky enough to have separate stalls with a curtain that allowed a modicum of privacy. And while it should be, and was, very easy to make the telltale sounds of young woman “cleaning” herself vigorously, none even mentioned the gasps and dazed, blushing expression that followed as they were eventually forced to exit. After all, they were all human. and most found this arrangement preferable to coming back to their dorms to find their partners or teammates trying sneak out a quick one.
Unfortunately, being the private person that she was, Pyrrha had yet to take advantage of her classmate’s and senior’s customs, creating a building pressure that she hadn’t even noticed. But her body had. And Jaune’s attention was the first it had received in a good few months. And as such, it was more than happy to respond, swelling her lips and turning her crotch into a leaking mess of wet, sticky arousal.
Jaune watched the substance as it appeared to almost pour down his wrist. His motions were slow as he pushed and pulled his fingers from her hole. This was still his friend, after all. The last thing he wanted was for her to get hurt like Weiss. But as far as he could tell, she’d only been enjoying what he’d done to her. And her body appeared to agree. Whatever had happened with his snow angel, now at least he felt confident that he would be able to use his powers on his next potential girlfriend without this past weeks fear. Whoever he decided that could be…
Jaune remained keeling in front of his partner while he tested the smooth sensation of her innermost places for some time, buried knuckle deep as his finger flexed and curled. If his only way to judge her initial reaction was her own arousal, then he felt confident in his abilities, watching the sleeve of his jacket grow darker with the musky smell. That being said, there was only so much he could learn without actually seeing her response. Which meant it was time to get back into the battle.
Like so many time before, the world shifted back into focus without Pyrrha’s notice who remained standing, poised to strike even as newfound juices rolled down her thighs. Catching up with her sex, the rest of her body exploded into action as soon as it recognized the changes that hadn’t been there a moment before. In a matter of seconds, sensations compounded with a fresh wave of heated blood flooding her nether regions, finally forcing the young woman to her knees as the quivering appendage gave out under her own weight.
For Pyrrha, all she could do was gasp. Her eyes were wide against the stinging haze of sweat dripping down her forehead and into the dark green orbs. Her lower half had become completely numb, despite the tingle still going unnoticed as it danced along her spine. In truth, she’d just orgasmed without even knowing what had happened, pleasure and arousal as far from her conscious mind as possible as her insides clenched against themselves, searching for the thick fingers that had just been exploring their depths. Unfortunately, rather than satisfying and a cure for her frustrations, the sudden release only heightened the young woman’s awareness of what was lacking.
The pleasure was hollow without someone else to help her over the edge. Her round rump sat against the cool grass and all she could do was sit there and gasp, trying and failing to catch her breath in the few moments she was allowed exist without the stress of Jaune’s attack.
“What… what was she even doing here?” The rational side of her dazed thoughts considered. Helping the boy who had just broken her heart, to the point that she’s become little more than a mindless beast throwing herself into each desperate attack? If she were sane, she would have called their “spar” to stop long before she’d become so exhausted. If she’d taken even a moment to examine the state of her own body, she would see that something was clearly wrong with this entire situation. But she wasn’t in the right state of mind, not by a long shot. No, she was in love.
A swing nearly took her head off as she rolled to her feet, still unsteady as her knees buckled and shoulders slumped. There was none of the grace of her usual battles. None of the impossible strength that was usually enough to force her opponents into submission long before her spear ever entered the picture. Right now, she was just focusing on winning, on the one part of her life that no one could take away. The battlefield belonged to her. The taste of victory belonged to her, and no one would ever take that from her. She was god damned Pyrrha Nikos. And Jaune or no Jaune, she was a champion.
Jaune continued teleporting throughout her attacks, always staring at her with this… expression. It was strange on his face, almost analytical, and it only served to continue to push the girl he was against even further past her usual limits, turning the once polite and socially awkward girl into a warrior set out to defeat her prey. Anger had finally been allowed to take root in her heart. And once set free, the emotion burned through her body with a heat equal to the itching pleasure that still demanded satisfaction.
“Half as good as you.” She swung her spear. “Half as good as you.” She threw her shield, pulling it back with her semblance just in time to defect his sword and throw her shoulder into his chest. “Half as good as you,” the words still played through her mind, now mocking as she let her true feelings explode from her chest.
It was all most too much to bear. He couldn’t be that stupid, could he? She couldn’t be that bad at communication, could she? But with the exception of outright grabbing him by the collar and forcing her lips on his, she didn’t know how she could have possibly been clearer. It was infuriatingly frustrating beyond belief.
It hurt her heart, but there wasn’t anything she could do about his lack of feelings. The fact of what they were doing now only cemented that fact. To him, she was a warrior. To him, she was a teacher. Not a woman, not someone to be desired. Each swing of the sword reminded her of this fact.
Rather than hold his hand, she grappled for his sword. Rather than kiss his stupid, lovable face, she tried to punch it, only to miss and roll away from another attack. And rather than hold him and feel her body mold against his surprisingly masculine figure, she found herself pressed against the grass and dirt. Her frustration, sexual and otherwise, began to consume her focus, to the point that she even forgot that she’d was supposed to keep track of her unleashed breasts.
Under the emotional toll of Jaune’s thoughtless words, she’d kept half a mind to make sure her chest kept from spilling from her armor. At the pace Jaune was now able to fight it hadn’t been as much as she might have liked, needing both hands just to fend him off. But she’d still been doing her best to keep from jumping too much. Taking care to pull the leather and metal corset higher if the cool breeze started to blow a little too close to her tight nubs and keeping her shield braced over her vital area as much as possible. But as her breath started to strain and sweat started gliding across her exposed flesh, her mind slowly began to forget about the need for modesty, much more focused on dodging and agonizing over her own love life. And as a result, the heavy mounds of womanly flesh began to shake freely in the tight bowl of her clothing, keeping their weight close to her chest while wobbling with soft textures.
Every motion appeared to be their last, each roll her undoing, as she appeared a hairs breath away from exposing her upper half for all the forest to see. It was only after she was thrown onto her back, and the rolling mounds literally fell into view that she remembered the need for modesty, only for her to ignore it completely. Instead, she shifted to her feet, eyes dangerous as she took her pose and threw herself back into the fight.
Who cared anymore if he saw her body? It wasn’t like he cared in the first place. Maybe it would be good for him, in fact. Maybe she actually needed to pull down her armor and flash the shining knight her swollen, heady chest for him to finally understand that she could stand by him as well as any other woman in the world. Finally, she found herself hoping that he would look, daring him to, even, in the quiet of her own mind as the battle began to reach its end.
“Look at me!” Her thoughts cried as the spear tip neared the line of his jaw, missing only by a hairs breath as he appeared not even a few feet being her. But she was already moving to slap him with the blunt edge of her shield, anticipating the move even before she’d committed to the first attack. “Look at me!” she repeated, missing again but by an even shorter margin. This pattern would continue throughout the match, and in fact had been. Because, as impossibly broken as Jaune’s semblance was, and as addled as her own thoughts had become, Jaune was still an amateur who didn’t know better than to fall into a recognizable pattern. And Pyrrha was still Pyrrha. And Pyrrha didn’t lose.
With each attack, her spear was just a bit closer. With each miss, she found her instincts driving her even faster. Despite her exhaustion and despite torment rolling through her emotions, she was a honed weapon made for the battlefield. Because that’s what Jaune forced her to be.
For his part, the blond found himself shocked at how the battle had suddenly turned. Stopping time and adjusting his position, he found himself growing more and more weary to release his semblance. Every time he dared, suddenly he had a spear aimed for his face or a shield in his gut. Even backing away didn’t help, not when he could feel the wind from Pyrrha’s rifle whiz past his cheek. He never thought he’d find close quarters to be a safer bet faced against his partner, but distance left him utterly defenseless forcing him to push in. It wasn’t until he was close enough to see her eyes that he started to consider, maybe he’d pushed her too far.
He had no idea about the emotional pain he’d caused her with his words. Which, on their own, were still a thousand times more impactful than anything he could have done with his hands. Which left him shocked at the intensity burning in her gaze as she took him in. There was no denying that their spar had taken a turn at some point he hadn’t been aware of. But now, it was he who was getting pushed to his edge without time to think. While Pyrrha’s thoughts appeared to roll at a mile a minute, everything that she’d been too afraid to feel or consider spewed forth in the form of a maddening battle haze. Until suddenly, finally, for the first time since their spar had started, she felt her body connect with something solid, forcing them both into the cool grass below.
The attack had come from nowhere. Jaune had been doing his best to end the fight as quickly as he could, aiming for her knees. Before he had the chance to send her to the ground, he found her desperate lunges finally landing, nearly knocking the wind out of him as her shoulder charged into his chest. He was literally knocked off of his feet and sent flying back. Slamming onto the ground, he felt the air get forced from his lungs as a second weight settled against his midsection just a second later. But when he opened his eyes, he stared at a gasping Pyrrha Nikos kneeling proudly over his strewn form.
Triumph coursed through her veins. The attack had stolen the last of her strength and left her unable to keep from falling after him as she landed on top. Petty as it might be in the end, the small satisfaction of finally catching Jaune filled her with enough joy and accomplishment that it appeared to radiate through her wide grin even as she struggled to regain the breath her lungs desperately craved. As dirty and stressed and exhausted as she appeared, she made an incredible picture, thighs splayed on either side of his hips while her lungs explained with each breath pressing her already spilling mounds out and up. All while her flushed, sweaty expression grinned from above.
Jaune actually couldn’t look away. Eyes wide as he stared up at her, he visibly traced the shape of her body taking in everything that he’d forced to the surface. Nervous for only a moment, now that the fight was over he could see that was far from in pain. If the bright blush covering her body had anything to say about it.
Reveling in the moment, her vision finally cleared enough for her eyes to meet Jaune’s blue pair. And suddenly, she began to take notice of everything she’d been blocking until this point.
The pain in her overly stressed muscles. The smell of her own sweat cooking inside of her armor. The fact that she was nearly topless and sitting on top of the boy she loved. But most of all, she could feel the arousal Jaune had forced into her body, nearly stealing her breath a second time as she marveled at the pulsing heat weeping from her core and down her thighs. In a sudden moment of horror, her mind was clear enough that she immediately wanted to try and move and cover her shame. But the expression on Jaune’s awed face stopped her, and her hazy thoughts returned, though different in tone.
He… he was looking at her? Pyrrha stared down at him from his lap, knowing she should cover her breasts, but couldn’t move her arms to do so. He was looking at her, finally looking at her. And rather than pull away or try to hide, she found her broad shoulders and muscled back arching for him to get a better view. And suddenly, her own pleasure flooded through the hypersensitive nerves throughout her body.
“Look at me.” The thoughts of her crazed mind echoed, now so alien it felt as though they’d been imagined by an entirely different person. “Not his fault. Half as good as you. What do I need to do to get through to him?” Sitting there, everything that had happened through their fight appeared to play through her mind, forcing a conflicted expression to play across her face even as she enjoyed the sight of her partner so obviously enraptured with herself. And then more words came to the surface of her lust-addled mind, twisting her reasoning with the drug-like pleasure and satisfaction playing against her moral. “Grab him by the collar and force my lips on his.” And just like that, her eyes drifted just a few inches lower.
“Look at me.” He was. “What do I need to do to get through to him?” She had an idea. The only problem was, did she have the courage to actually go through with it? Thankfully, unlike every other time in her life that she was faced with such a question, she had the advantage of being so aroused and stressed that she just didn’t care anymore. Without a word, without a hint of warning, the hand that had been clutching her shield so tightly moments ago relaxed, only to wind its way toward the hard metal of Jaune’s meager breastplate. Before he could so much as blink, the face he’d been admiring was suddenly thrust in front of his as her lips desperately sought his own.
Let’s see what he made of this…
How many times had Pyrrha imagined her and Jaune’s first kiss? Probably too many for her to ever admit. But not one of them could have ever played out as impossible as this.
It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t romantic. There were no candlelit dinners or picnics at the park. He didn’t start by holding her hand and gazing intimately into her eyes. Instead, she’d been forced to pin him under her weight and literally hold him down as her lips moved against his. And yet, feeling her heart throb between her legs and tasting the slightly chapped texture of Jaune’s lips against her own, Pyrrha couldn’t think she was ever more satisfied.
Meanwhile, Jaune found himself too stunned to respond. Pyrrha took her pleasure from him, still gasping past their lips as she sucked against his face. Her motions were rushed and hungry, almost harsh as she pulled him by the chest. As though someone else was controlling his actions, he felt his lips start to kiss back. Slowly at first, but then faster and faster until he was struggling to catch up with the more experienced girl. Just like in their sparring he could only ever hope to match her. Thankfully, Pyrrha was more than happy to play the teacher this time around.
If anything, his slow participation only increased her fever. Without her knowledge, her body began to act on the pleasure still burning throughout her veins. Laid over his body, she began to rub herself against his firm figure, her breasts and crotch especially. Apple finally in hand, the polite, courteous girl she’d been was forgotten, and was replaced by this beast only out to satisfy her own desired.
She was tired of being nice. She was tired of always thinking about other people’s feelings. For once in her life, she just wanted to consider what she wanted. To say, “Too bad!” if anyone else had a problem with her. That anyone just happened to be Jaune in this case, though he didn’t seem to be putting up much of a fight. The freedom of throwing her reservations away only encouraged her thoughtless actions. And soon the girl could be seen running down the path of reckless fulfilment.
Her lack of underwear only made matters worse. There was nothing between her enflamed sex and the now obvious tent standing out against the front of Jaune’s pants. He hadn’t noticed the steady rocking of her moist heat against his tip yet, still amazed by this impossible outcome. His partner was actually kissing him. His first kiss at that. And to think it could be with a girl as beautiful as this… Whatever mind of plots and plans he might have had were forgotten, replaced by the simple excitement of a teenage boy locking lips with a beautiful girl. If only she could be so easily satisfied.
She was on fire. Every part of her burned and Jaune’s touch only fanned those flames. It was infuriating, chipping away at her sanity until it felt like there was nothing left. It wasn’t like anything she’d ever felt before. Touching her crush should help relieve the pressure in her loins. And yet the closer she forced herself against his body the more she ached, almost as though she could feel his fingers and hands on her body all at once. God, she could almost swear she could feel him inside of her! It didn’t make sense, it should be impossible, but all it did was make her want even more than what she had as she tilted her face to suck against his lips. Unfortunately, they were already as close as they could be without breaking a rib. Or, were they?
“Push him down, pull down his pants, and make him forget that any other girl ever existed!” This time it was Nora’s voice that shouted from the white noise of Pyrrha’s mind. Her words from the day before shot through her at the worst time, resonating through her body as another shiver wracked her frame. At the time she’d balked at the crass words. But here, now, she couldn’t help but notice she’d already completed one-third of her friend’s advice… and how easy it would be do the rest.
“No, no,” the small part of her that was still in control of her actions tried to say. That was insane! Everything about today was insane. But then she remembered how good it felt finally seeing him see her. And how that had finally come about. He was an idiot. Her idiot. And unless she showed him how much she loved him he would never understand. It was the only way. She had to do it. Or, at least that’s what she told herself as the hand that gripped at his front slowly began to make its way between their bodies.
For Jaune’s part, his mind was slowly starting to come back. Enough that he could manage a clear thought. And enough to recognize what was happening on top of him. Or, at least he thought he did until he felt a hand close around the bulge of his pants and the zipper start to unravel. At first, he thought, “Hey, maybe I’m was just that hard. Maybe I was literally bursting out of my pants.” Considering his position, it didn’t seem so impossible. But then that same pressure against his cock reached inside his pants, all the way through his boxers until the sensation of fingers wrapped around his rigid flesh, pulling it into the cool morning breeze.
Jaune’s eyes widened, his vision suddenly filled with the close-up picture of Pyrrha’s clenched blushing expression as she fished him out of his own pants. A cramped fit, she’d needed to lift her hips off of him for a second, the round shape of her backside swaying slightly as she maintained their lip locked connection. It was all she could to keep from fainting, knowing what was in her hand. But her need kept her strong, it became the only thing that mattered besides showing Jaune her feelings. After all, that’s what this entire day was supposed to be about. It just turned out that it needed to happen in a different way. And afterwards, Jaune could finally relax in knowing he wouldn’t need to find a girl half as good as her when he could have all of her. Every last bit.
Anticipation literally rolled down her thighs as she aimed herself above the thick spire of throbbing flesh and heat. Spreading her thighs even wider, the material of her skirt slabbed even further up her body until her pale, blushing ass flashed the entire forest. Her lack of underwear didn’t even register as something to worry about. The fact of the moment, knowing what was about to happen, it sent her heart thumping inside of her chest. Next time they would take things slow. Next time they could take their time and explore each other’s bodies how she usually enjoyed. But now, she needed to feel him inside of her and sate this itching hunger.
Her hips lowered, and her lips kissed his crown in a sinful embrace. Even this much encourage a burst of pleasure to arch up Pyrrha’s spine, satisfying a sliver of the desire she was still struggling to understand. Already impossibly aroused, she was wet enough that his length was covered in seconds which only left her to slowly and steadily allow more and more of her weight to settle against his tip.
The sensation of Jaune entering her body was very much the same as air filling her lungs after a deep dive. So simple and natural, and yet satisfying in a way that screamed towards the more animalistic half inside of every person. And just when she felt like there was no more room, that she would burst if she even dared, she managed to find just a little bit more. Until finally, there was no more left to fill her aching body and she was allowed to sigh, feeling the round muscle of her backside rest against his clenched thighs.
She gasped, choking on the air for a moment before the noise turned into a moan. Eyes clenched up until this point, when they opened the dark green orbs seemed to stare miles away, possibly towards the very future that enticed her so. It wasn’t like this was her first time. It was her second, kind of. Her first time, if it could even be called that, had been a horrible, painful affair that left her sore and slighted in the days to come. But remembering how much the last time had hurt, she could only marvel at how different the experiences were. Almost as though, the pleasure she was feeling now was proof her and Jaune’s compatibility.
They were connected now; even he couldn’t deny that. But she needed to feel more of it. Looking down, she forced her eyes to stare into his before lifting her hips to start feeding his length into her smooth innards again and again.
She started at a run, lust, and pleasure stealing what was left of her senses as she rode him with all of her strength. By this point the top of her armor had slipped down her hips to expose the full shape of her breast, giving Jaune his first naked view outside of his time warping abilities. Each time her body slapped down on top of his, the large shapes rippled with the weight of their size. Their pink tips wobbling and bouncing in a dizzying display. Jaune found himself unable to do anything but lay there and marvel at what was happening, what he was seeing. It was so much. Too much. Which is why, when he felt the pressure in his loins rise, there was nothing he could do to quench the euphoric sensation.
To Jaune’s credit, this was his first time. Nor had he been prepared to find his partner suddenly mount him and steal his virginity before he even had a chance to think about what he wanted from this situation. Although, considering the part he had to play in Pyrrha’s actions, he couldn’t exactly be upset with her ravenous appetite. That being said, he’d nearly blown his load just feeling her nether lips settle against his top, and a thousand times more along his path to fully penetrating her core. Now that she was actively fucking him, the pleasure and sensation proved to be too much for him to handle.
The first blast flew from him with what felt like enough to kick to rival Crescent Rose, leaving him breathless as he painted the inside of his partner’s body. The second wasn’t far behind, but this time he couldn’t help but thrust up into Pyrrha’s bouncing figure, his first active participation in what was going on since she’d tackled him to the floor. At the same time, his hands reached up to grab her thighs and hips, smooth skin meeting his touch as he forced her against him. Like this, he would continue to feel burst after burst leave him to collect in the redhead’s most private of places.
For Pyrrha’s part, it was as though molten metal had spilled into her stomach, leaving her expression wide and breath still. This is what she’d been craving; this is what her body had wanted so desperately that even reason had failed to reach her. Feeling her partner’s seed infect her body, all she could do was gasp, marveling as her own release quickly followed.
There was so much to fill her. Weeks of sexual tension and playing with other girl’s without any kind of release for himself had left his balls rolling with access specimen. By the time he finished, copious amounts streamed down the girl’s thighs and along Jaune’s stomach, mixing and joining with Pyrrha’s own juices. Finally, the two were allowed to come down from the stress and arousal that had pushed them this far. But with that freedom came awareness. And with that awareness, regret…
The world appeared to spin as Pyrrha regained her senses, a dumb, satisfied smile playing against her face as she could feel her the muscles flutter along her core around Jaune’s girth, quaking in post-orgasmic relief. Accompanied by the pleasant hum that resonated through her joints and limbs erasing the pain of battle. If there was a heaven, this sense of peace and harmony was as close as humanity was ever going to get. However, slowly the pleasant sensation dimmed to a lesser degree. And she remembered this was actually not normal, and not something she was used to experiencing. Which is why, when she opened her eyes and saw the boy still trapped beneath her naked backside, a slow expression of horror started to replace the ditzy smile as she realized what she’d done. Until the hands that been clutching Jaune’s stomach rose to her face, cupping her stretched mouth.
What… had she done? Oh god. Oh goodness, what had she done? The question played against her thoughts again and again while she stared, mute at the picture of Jaune’s still dazed expression. Her eyes trailed down to his bare stomach where the proof of their coupling still pooled from her body, and then lower still to where she could see the base of his erection disappear into her body. And finally, her own breasts, out in the open and swollen with arousal, the tips of each mound standing out and proud in the cool morning air. Suddenly, the sensation of his cock inside of her felt markedly less soothing than it just had.
Her eyes continued to dance around the scene, always returning to Jaune’s awed expression before flickering towards some other sign of what they’d done. No, she. What she had done. Jaune had no idea what was happening. Not until she was already attacking him and tearing at his clothes like some deranged beast. He was going to be disgusted with her. And that was if he didn’t outright hate her for what she’d done.
That expression, that emotion on his face and aimed in her direction, she couldn’t bear to live through such an event no matter how much she might deserve it. She needed to apologize. She needed to find some way to explain how she… how she had… what? What on earth had happened to her? Unfortunately, before she could follow that line of thought any longer, she felt the thick length of manroot inside of her throb and Jaune’s legs tense as he started to come back from his own bliss. In that moment, ice raced through Pyrrha’s veins, and she knew what she needed to do.
“I… I’m sorry,” she managed. Her voice almost in tears as she pulled herself off of Jaune’s cock, only to allow a wave of their combined fluids to dribble free. Pulling her skirt back over her hips and covering her breasts with her arm, she continued to shake her head, trying and failing to find the words to convey the confliction rolling through her heart. “I didn’t mean- I’m sorry.” She finally repeated, before collecting the last of her things and running into the forest and away from the scene of the crime. Back at Beacon, she could finally think and make sense of everything. Until then…
Jaune, completely unaware of his partner’s turmoil, simply continued to lie there on the grass, cock out and the dumbest of smiles slowly making its way across his face. The only reason he noticed his partner’s abrupt disappearance was the suddenly cool breeze against his softening member. A stark contrast to the soft, wet, warmth he’d just learned. But when he finally lifted his head and thought to find out how Pyrrha was handling everything, he just barely managed to catch the sight of her long red ponytail disappearing into the brush.
Left by himself, the young man was still coming to terms with how things had ended in his own way. Although Pyrrha would be surprised to hear anger was not the emotion that first came to mind. Maybe a small amount of guilt, but even that was overshadowed by the pure momentous excitement that rolled through him knowing he’d just had sex.
His worry over his partner wouldn’t hit until later. Until after he thought to ask how she was doing. Until after he stopped to consider what this could mean about their relationship. And until after he came back to find her distant and almost afraid of his very face. Until then, he was happy just to stay right where he was, satisfied that he’d found the way to use his power. And knowing that the next time was just around the corner.
A/N: okay everyone, if you could take the time to leave a review or comment I’m always happy to hear from you guys. I know this change might be hard for some people and I’m a little nervous about it too so let me know what you think.
Next chapter – Kid in a Candy store – February: Jaune finds himself revitalized and eager to find his lucky lady after Pyrrha’s help. With the power and confidence to use it, he’s now left with the struggle of deciding who he wants to set his eyes on. Meanwhile, the number of women left in his wake continue grow and people are starting to take notice. Misunderstandings can only last so long. But until then, this blond haired young man will take his time choosing, deciding to peruse his options inside the woman’s locker room. Look forward to it.
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