RWBY: Hunter of Huntresses; Coco

////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

[The Flashback Crosshares: Coco Cunt]

The Present.

"…To be fair, my reaction was warranted."

"Yeah, for the wrong reasons."

"…hah…"

Jaune rolled his eyes. His two first-ever fuck buddies in Vale were quirky characters in their own right. Velvet Scarlatina was a shy Faunus girl who was bashful to everyone whom she wasn't fucking. A secret size queen slut who wanted to dominate big dicks for her own pleasure.

Till he broke her, that was.

Meanwhile, Coco Adel was virtually the opposite. While she exuded a charismatic, strong-willed persona, her attitude in bed was nothing short of submissive––though it was more of her being a pillow princess than being an actual bottom. The greedy bitch was in it only to receive, not to give. She would rather be dominated so long as she herself got all the pleasure, and was unconcerned with her own partner's sexual satisfaction.

Jaune changed that, too.

Presently, the aforementioned 'pillow princess' was now titty fucking her man, working her full breasts up and down his shaft. They were comparatively bigger than Velvet's, as the fashionista's pair was at least a cup larger than the Faunus'. Jaune had estimated them to be a pair of C-cups, a firm and healthy rack fit for the woman's bodily proportions.

"Our team has a simple grocery system," the busty woman supplied. "and it just happened to be mine and Vel's turn that night."

"So you were literally screaming because she stood you up at a supermarket." Jaune said.

"And you fucked her into a coma, making me carry all the bags by myself."

"Bitch, I'll fuck you into a coma soon."

"Good! I was looking forward to you doing that."

Jaune lay his head back down on the bed, relaxing his neck onto the mattress once more. He sighed. Having a big cock had its perks, one of them being the ability to enjoy a tit fuck to its fullest. His ten-inch dick was long enough for Coco to actively rub her robust tits from glans to base, his mighty member lubed with her spit. The action emitted wet noises as the huntress' flesh globes kept flopping on his dick.

The young Arc remembered how Coco just popped up immediately after he broke Velvet, as he had just creampied the Faunus and put her back in her place. The bunny girl was a wreck, much like she was now; laying on the bed spreadeagled and cum-drunk. The poor––or extremely lucky––girl was letting out deep sighs of bliss as cum leaked out of all of her holes. Her skin was caked with his semen, slowly drying all over her torso and face. Jaune wanted to finish off Velvet thoroughly each time they fucked in order to maintain his dominance––his seeding of her interior and exterior were primal methods to mark his territory as the dominant alpha.

"Dust, you really have a shitload of staying power don't you?" The brunette continued her tit fuck, squeezing her breasts together to make her erect, sensitive nipples rub each other. "You already came three times yet you're still hard and ready to go."

"Like I said, your little 'power up' has been giving me blue balls on a regular basis." the blonde huffed.

"As if you don't enjoy having a good lay with, oh, I don't know––an entire team of huntresses?"

Jaune smirked. "Well, I didn't do all four of them at once yet. I had to conquer each and every one of them separately."

"Conquer?" Coco bent her neck down, giving Jaune's massive glans a sloppy kiss. "I think you've liberated them, actually. Now they all know the wonders of your big fat cock."

"Semantics," the blonde snorted. "but yeah, they seem happier. Especially Weiss and Yang."

"Pfft. I never liked that Neptune prick. I know a small-dicked fuckboy when I see one. Ew."

"And if his member was…adequate?"

"Tolerable as a boy toy, not as a boyfriend."

"Well said."

"Thank you."

As interesting as their dynamic was, Jaune and Coco shared similar values, especially when it came to sex. For one, they were completely casual about it; not over eager like Velvet, nor as innocent as Yang. Both of them were sexually experienced, and knew when to separate the boundary between recreational sex and loving sex. Being born with good physique and looks, as well as magnificent endowments had led both of them down a path of debauchery, giving the two the opportunity to choose the pick of the litter.

A tall, rugged lad with an above average penis.

A long-legged lass with a curvy, fucktastic bod.

Needless to say, they knew what they were doing––at least, during sex. It just couldn't be helped that Jaune had to correct a few bumps on Coco's personality. The selfish pillow princess thought she could just take poundings for free as a submissive? Yeah right.

=––=

Some time ago…

"So wait…does she have multiple personality disorder or something?"

The question was raised by the well-endowed male. He was sweating slightly due to the humid air permeating throughout the room. It was a hot day, uncharacteristic of the season. Jaune's toned body glistened with perspiration, his muscled form shining with moisture. The man was truly well-built; his athletic physique was not something to take lightly when complemented with his tall stature. His large biceps gave the beefy blonde a hulking form, though not as grotesquely huge as a true bodybuilder would have; his build was lean yet firm. His remarkable size (his height) made him have a presence in every room, much like how his endowment made him have a presence in every bedroom.

"No––ah, fuck!" Pleasure-driven squeals echoed from below the blonde. "Let's just say that her switch gets flipped when she sees a dick over seven inches––oh gods, that's deep!"

The moaning woman––Coco Adel––struggled to reply. Her male lover's meaty hand was pushing on the back of her torso, pressing her down onto the bed and letting only her big ass remain in the air. Her sizable bust was mashed onto the mattress, her body rocking back and forth in a rough doggystyle.

Jaune huffed as he continued his powerful humps. His girthy shaft was stretching out her tight cunt, the orifice being resized every time it was speared by the blonde's big dick. Long, wide, and slick with her juices, the Arc's penis gave off the same gleam as his chiseled body did. His other hand was firmly clamped onto her fat backside, adding more pressure onto her cervix as he pulled her rump towards him with every thrust into her. Through an erotic display of synchronization, every nudge on her womb by the tip of his dick sent sensual nerve signals to her brain.

The blonde quickened his pace, seemingly intent on battering her pussy red. He continued this for several more minutes, causing the dominated brunette to experience consecutive orgasms––each excited discharge rocking her body with lightning. She was positively gripping the bed sheets below her, the smooth white fabric clenched fiercely by her palms.

"Honestly, I didn't expect you to be a sub with your personality."

"Hoo, ho. Fuck, right there!" the brunette moaned once more, riding out her fourth orgasm within the past hour. "Unlike Velvet, I know how to get the best deal."

Jaune tilted his head. "The best deal?"

"Never let pride get to you, in anything. If a dress had the price fit for a Schnee, and you knew you would look hella fine in it, then buy the damn thing. And if you can experience the best sex of your life by being a sub, then––"

"Bend over?" the blonde quipped.

"Exactly––ah, hah, yes!" Coco's sultry smirk was interrupted by another zap of pleasure. "Dust, I think I can see why you, uhn, broke Velvet."

"Give me a break," Jaune rolled his eyes as he smacked Coco's big ass once more. Her large bum's peach skin was now marred with red marks, indicative of the abuse the blonde had put on her pale peach. "I got lucky. I guess the hung men she fucked before weren't too creative. I literally fingered her ass once, and then she shifted into easy mode for the rest of the fuck."

"Yeah, but––fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

"Same here, slut!"

Jaune pulled Coco's ass into his crotch, burying his entire length into her wanting snatch. He sheathed his large member inside the woman, his cock expanding a bit before discharging its contents. The voluminous batter was ejected, still virile yet not as thick as the load he shot out a few fucks before.

The blonde unsheathed his member from the fashionista's puffy snatch, the breeding hole red and sore from the intensity of their sexual congress. His member was softening, returning to its flaccid yet still sizable relaxed state. An translucent pink rubber inflated like a water balloon hung off its tip, a thin wrapping which stopped hundreds of sperms from fertilizing Coco's waiting egg. The expanded condom looked erotic in itself, heavy with a large volume of cum inside––proof of Jaune's masculine blessings in the form of a inflated balloon.

The woman below slumped her ass forward and rolled over, showing her front. Unlike her nude partner, she was clothed. Being active in the clothing industry, Coco Adel had access to many new releases before they hit the shelves of department stores or brand outlets––the perks of being a known model and influencer. Currently, the brunette was wearing what the masses have nicknamed as the 'virgin-killing sweater', an exposing garment which came in the color of white. The halter neck sweater and its infamous open back were indeed a force to be reckoned with, especially when the wearer––Coco––had chosen not to wear both her bra and her panties for the day. While the most seductive part was usually the woman's lean, naked back (and a bit of her buttcrack in the huntress' case), Jaune had to credit his lover for her creativeness when it came to wearing clothes.

Coco had decisively worn a one which was perhaps a size or two too small, the sweater's lace being tied tightly behind her neck. The front fabric clung to her body tightly, accentuating all of her curves––from her relatively large bust, to her narrow waist, all the way down to her wider hips. Her breasts were large enough to push against the garment, making the straining fabric reveal a good amount of sideboob as fair globes of flesh seemed to spill out from the sweater's open sides. Simply put, her mammaries were quite literally bursting out of her slut wear.

While some may define a woman with such endowments as 'voluptuous' or 'busty', Coco's figure was more than that––her ample hips led to her long, sexy legs, ones which looked good in heels. The huntress had the height and body of a fashion model, and her fleshy tits and sizable ass were great add-ons. She was sex on legs, and goddamn were those legs amazing; the creamy limbs seemed like they went on for miles. She supposedly had a slender build, comparable to a lingerie model, yet her noticeable C-cups protruding from her sternum as well as her round backside and thick thighs prevented her from looking like those walking sticks you would see on the runway. No, she wasn't a plus-size model, but she was certainly not a complete skeleton, either.

Tall, leggy, and confidently charismatic.

Filled out, curvy, yet not excessively fat.

Truly a deadly combination of traits.

"Hm, I was hoping my dress would get you hard again." Coco furrowed her brows. "Guess not."

"Don't push me too hard, now." Jaune said. "Forcing me to shoot blanks would make it suck for both of us."

"I'm having a hard time believing you're empty."

"Not empty-empty. Just scarce and in need for a refill."

The brunette hummed. While Jaune himself had his fair share of pleasure from fucking her and cumming twice, he was irked by Coco. Sure he was satisfied, but somehow her aversion to fellatio sounded more like an excuse to get out of a sorry spot rather than true disgust. The golden-haired male had gone down on her some time ago, his dexterous tongue and skilled fingers making her pussy squirt more than once. While he was no stranger to giving, he wanted her to blow his dick at least once. He had a feeling her snarky mouth had some good use, perhaps her throat tight enough for his dick to cum instantly. He would have to wait for another time, he guessed.

"Hey, have you got your aura unlocked?"

Jaune looked towards the woman, who had closed in on him. She was still ready for more it seemed. Maybe being a huntress gave women higher sex drives or something, because he was used to his hometown belles being tired out after an hour's romp in the hay. Her bedroom eyes and hungry smile were key indicators of her lingering arousal and horniness, instinctive expressions which signaled males to know if a woman was up for a good breeding.

"No, I haven't." he replied. "I'm a civilian, remember?"

"Oh, hush." she snickered. "Unlocking your aura can do a lot of good things to you. Better health, stronger muscles, increased stamina, you get the idea."

"I get the feeling that you're only interested in the 'increased stamina' part."

"Oh come on, Jaune." The huntress stroked her man's chest, tracing lines with her fingers. "I'm still feeling it, and it's really easy too."

"Ugh, fine." The blonde shrugged. He had always planned to unlock his aura as he trained to become a huntsman, yet here he was getting it unlocked to up his performance during sex. His father had been dead-set on forbidding him from becoming a huntsman, yet his twin got all the support she needed.

Unfair, but that's life.

"Just treat it as a power-up." The scantily-clad woman was quite cheery about this. "Usually my boys would get another shot or two in them after I'm done awakening their inner power."

"Okay, but do you have to grip my dick while doing so?"

The brunette continued to fondle the lad's soft yet heavy penis with glee. "Sure it is~!"

Jaune sighed. "Whatever, let's just get this over with."

"Here we go then!" The fashionista gave him a grin before closing her eyes and muttering a slow chant:

"For it is in release do we achieve satisfaction. Through this, we become an instrument of carnality and sexuality to rise above all. Virile, fertile, and unbound by sex, I release your soul, and with great need for breeding, fuck me."

The blonde was then consumed by a faint glow, lasting for a few moments before dying down. He felt…re-energized. Like a circuit in him just connected, the blonde felt complete, fully functional, and…different. Something in him was resupplying blood to his breeding tool, the appendage hardening once more. It was…primal. Carnal. An instinct and unstoppable desire to breed and impregnate and knock some knowing slut up––

"Phew. It takes a bit of a toll on the unlocker, but there we go!" The coffee-haired woman let out a huff, like an artist proud of their own masterpiece. "Oh, damn. You've got a lot of it. I haven't seen aura reserves as big as yours, not even at Beacon––and no, that wasn't a euphemism."

Coco's monologue fell on deaf ears. Jaune was currently in the zone, panting as he felt his blood surge, heating his body up. Almost as if his own metabolism was preparing him for war––or sex.

"Although, I've heard some stuff about guys with big auras." Coco gave him a knowing wink. "Let's test that out. I'm feeling a bit tired now, so would you just give it to me, hard?"

Something inside Jaune snapped.

"This bitch wants me to give it to her hard?" he angrily thought. "Have me do all the work?"

Suddenly, the horned-up male put his hand on Coco's head, gripping her scalp. The woman was initially surprised by this, as her lover's wide palms held onto her with great force. Strange, Jaune had been domineering, but his presence changed entirely; it was like there was a magnetic pull which drew her to him. He was a bull, a stallion, a breeder––a complete alpha male. Her pussy quivered a bit, aching for a good dicking from a possible mate. If only it wasn't one of her safe days, then maybe she would––no, that's wrong.

She was in school, and had a great modeling gig going for her. She didn't want to get pregnant by this hulking blonde stud with a big dick which was more than capable of putting a baby into her. She eyed the man's phallus, still gripping it. With slutty want, the brunette watched the bull's erection grow back to its incredible size, maybe even exceeding its length from a few minutes ago.

The organ was red, almost angry. It had visible veins bulging along its shaft, criss-crossing across the lengthy pillar. Jaune's man meat was spectacularly imposing, like a deadly weapon ready to bomb her womb and ovaries with virile sperm and just utterly fuck a baby into her––

"W-wow." The brunette gulped, perhaps on reflex. "So, how do you want me?"

Jaune gave her a savage grin. "I want that mouth of yours on my dick."

"Wait, what are you––"

The woman's sentence was interrupted as her dominant lover pushed her head down onto his crotch, allowing his girthy penis to enter her tight little mouth. His large cock hit the back of her oral cavity with ease, given its immense size. He forcefully made her fellate him, triggering the huntress' gag reflex and coating his member with spit.

"Fuck yeah, give me head, you slut." Jaune exhaled warm air onto Coco's body. "You don't like giving fellatios? Don't worry, a bitch like you is going to learn how to suck me, hard."

"Ghlk, hlk, grk!"

The woman let out noises which she never heard herself make before. They were sloppy emissions of sound, and she felt a bit of discomfort after being forced to deepthroat such a large member for her first fellatio. And yet, there was the stinging feeling of a sort of satisfaction when such a huge sausage was having its way with her mouth.

The salty taste and raw musk of the cock were sending impulses to her brain. Sweet sensations lightly tapping her nerves.

"Hft, hrk, hlk, hchk!"

Jaune had gripped her short dark locks as makeshift reigns to use, tugging upon them in synch with sucking. With one meaty hand, he clenched his fist at the back of her head, roughly pulling on her coffee-colored strands, even her highlights. Each time he pushed her head back down onto his crotch, her nose bumped his short pubes, giving her a whiff a his masculine odor. She was taking in more and more dick with iteration, herself getting used to servicing a dominant alpha male in such a manner.

Not to say that she wasn't still feeling discomfort, thought. Small tears streaked her cheeks as her dark mascara was ruined. Her jaw and throat were straining to take in the Arc's girth, yet at the same time giving her a numbing pleasure from obeying a man such as Jaune Arc. Coco was normally cautious, making her lovers wear rubbers even on her safe days, so as to not jeopardize her career. Yet something told her that if Jaune wanted to impregnate her, she would let him fuck her till her belly was bloated with child.

"You like that, you selfish whore?" the man sneered at her. "This is what it's like to be a real sub."

Coco could only blink in acknowledgement. Normally she would flip at such degrading words, yet somehow Jaune saying it filled her with a sense of inferiority. He was in complete control, dominating her with gusto. She liked his new dirty talking, each word making her vag throb.

The well-hung male continued ramming the huntress' throat, reaming it hard like he would a fleshlight. Her warm oral walls creased around his shaft, his hard rod going deep into the brunette's gullet. The large member hindered her breathing, almost choking the poor woman. She slobbered all over Jaune's cock, spit bubbles coating its length.

More dark tears streamed down Coco's cheeks, her jaw stressed like never before as she continued getting facefucked. Suddenly, she felt the cock in her mouth expand, its girth noticeably increasing. She knew what was cumming.

And she couldn't do anything but swallow what was to cum.

"FUCK! SWALLOW MY LOAD, YOU HUNTRESS CUNT!"

His massive dong finally erupted, a semen flood on a catastrophic scale. Jaune's thick milk gushed out from his urethra, down into Coco's stomach. His seed reserves––ones which were running on empty minutes ago––were now filled to full capacity. His balls, previously empty, were bloated as his scrotum tightened throughout his torrential orgasm.

The brunette huntress was subjected to taking large gulps, chugging her well-endowed lover's viscous cream to avoid choking from the deluge. Tears still tinged her eyes, and her runny makeup gave her the look of a rundown whore; a alley slut who prostituted herself into oblivion. She––Beacon's own fashionista, the school's beauty queen––had decayed into such a ugly, pitiful state. The confident minigun-wielding leader of Team CFVY was now a sobbing, cum-filled harlot who was finally shown her place as a sub.

"We're not done yet."

As Coco began registering Jaune's gruff voice, the aforementioned blonde tossed her further up the bed; a feat achieved through his muscled physique and large form. She lay on her back, her body still trembling as she took deep breaths––a side effect of being forced into giving oxygen-depriving head.

"W-wait," Coco gasped, her mouth still sore from the first blowjob she had ever given. "Let's take a break––"

Her blonde lover's meaty hands gripped both of her thighs, ones she had kept closed together as she tried to regain her mental faculties. With futile resistance, Coco tried to keep them closed; but something about Jaune's presence had subconsciously subverted the brunette. His burly arms forced her open, her legs spreading wide. It exposed her dripping slit, her lower mouth salivating. The seasoned huntress shuddered as she heard Jaune let out a low growl.

After this session, Coco Adel walked funny for days.

=––=

The Present.

Jaune looked down at his crotch, which was now stained with red marks. His meaty shaft had scarlet stains on them, slightly faded after being worked on by a salivating mouth. His pubic area however had much clearer markings––crimson lipstick marks dotted his large ballsack, sporadically placed even as high up as his lower abdomen.

"I'll admit, your blowjob game got good." Jaune sighed. "Too good, as a matter of fact."

He directed his gaze at Coco, whose face was caked with his seed. The woman's eyes were unfocused, her jaw as sore as the first time she took his fat cock into her throat. Her branded designer lipstick needed to be reapplied, but that would come later. At the moment, the nude woman was busy savoring the remaining dollops of cum left in her mouth, sloshing the substance around like a tasty milkshake.

When Jaune came, he came hard. While Coco's face was streaked with white, some of the Arc's essence had landed on her full breasts. It was like Jaune had marked her his territory, pumping out semen like it was a spraypaint can. His cream graffitied the fashionista's body, slathering it like lotion. The woman had took it upon herself to began rubbing her breasts, squeezing them together as her sizable mounds were lubed with Jaune's seminal milk.

Coco gulped the last of his semen down and flashed Jaune a grin. "Oh please, I know how you love a good worship every now and then––or should I say always?"

"Whatever." Jaune rolled his eyes. "I'm still raring to go."

The cum-covered fashionista looked up to see the blonde man's still-erect cock. Wow. Ten hard, throbbing inches and robust, cum-filled balls all for her. She'd say that Velvet was missing out, but then again the slutty Faunus had taken three loads of semen after hours of fucking. Her being passed out was probably her body's own way of saying 'enough is enough, get some more dick tomorrow'. Jaune had taken the liberty of using the 100% birth control pills, preventing Velvet from getting a litter in her womb any time soon.

Coco was still shocked at the amount of cum Jaune could produce. She had experienced aura-enhanced sex before, but Jaune's semen volume was staggeringly plentiful. Each load he shot out was of a large quantity as well, sure to knock any broad up if it weren't for his use of rubbers and pills. Dust be damned, he was such a fucking alpha. Big dick, big load, and big ego––his overall personality was pretty damn good too. She considered him boyfriend material, and was more often than not tempted to just stake her claim on him (if possible). But she knew better.

Jaune Arc was a breeding bull. He won't ever be pinned down by a single woman alone; monogamy was not his fate. No, his job––his destiny was to seduce, fuck, and impregnate. Town to town, kingdom to kingdom; Jaune's magnificent manliness and virility were to be revered throughout all of Remnant, his seed to be taken in by all kinds of women. His potent semen would give each woman he knocked up a strong, healthy child, reflective of his good genes and robust physique. That godly stamina of his would ensure that his women would be blessed with more than one or two children. Golden locks and blue eyes would make handsome and beautiful kids, and from what Coco gathered, all of his fuckbuddies were huntresses. These women (herself included) would be S-grade fuckmeat, as they were the highest form of female out there. Trained to fight monsters who contaminate the world of Remnant, huntresses were the ultimate partners for Jaune to mate with, much like he was the ideal male for them to spread their legs for. Their brood would be strong, talented, and attractive.

"Fuck, I want him to knock me up." She thought, her pupils turning into hearts. "Just one shot. I'm sure he can get me pregnant with a single load of cum, given how thick each one is. Gods, he's just too manly. I need his sperm in me, pronto."

The woman's snatch dripped, hungry for a good pounding. She licked her lips. It was time for some dicking. Some raw dicking. Fuck condoms, she wanted to feel the warmth of his cum spread inside her vaginal folds, millions of sperm swimming towards her fertile egg. She needed it now.

Coco got off the bed, walking towards the other end of the room. She swayed her hips from side to side, giving Jaune a tantalizing view of that fuckable ass of hers. Firm buttcheeks which looked delectably smackable were attached like airbags on her large behind. Baby had an ass on her, indeed.

Slowly, the beautiful brunette approached the corner of the room. She then bent over, lowering her upper body and leaning her forearms parallel to the wall. She propped herself well, tip toeing a bit and letting her arms support her entire weight; the model having been experienced in holding various poses. This had a delicious effect on her figure, as the huntress arched her back inwards. Curving her spine, she was able to raise her ass high into the air, putting her wet pussy lips on display for Jaune's ravenous gaze to take in. She turned her head back to look at him, her sultry 'fuck me' eyes burning with the desire to be dominated.

"Come get me, tiger~!" She mewled feverishly, the brown-haired minx biting her lips in anticipation. "Give momma a nice fat load right up her pussy!"

"Ask and ye shall receive, whore."

Jaune motioned towards his waiting supermodel of a broodmare, positioning himself behind her. He gripped his long flesh rod, first putting it under the wanton woman's crotch. He lightly slapped her lower lips, the huntress moaning as Jaune tenderized her pussy like a pound of raw meat. Slowly, he increased the pace of his slaps, causing her poontang to leak out fluids profusely. Coco let out low, wanting whines as Jaune continued his advanced foreplay.

Coco continued letting out sensual groans from Jaune's cockslapping, the woman yelping as the blonde male finally entered her. His sudden insertion was made easy thanks to copious amounts of Coco's nectar, his large cock spearing her tight, coiling cunt. Jaune began moving, fucking the brunette hard as his lipstick-marked crotch collided with Coco's shapely behind. The fashionista's shapely ass was particularly jiggly, rippling each time Jaune bottomed out inside her.

Maybe it was just him, but Jaune felt considerably more aroused knowing the fact that a huntress and popular part-time model was currently bending over for his big dick. The blonde had put his large mitts around the woman's slim waist, assisting his hard thrusts and making the bent over huntress release whorish grunt after whorish grunt. The strong woman capable of taking on Grimm was submitting to his cock––an idea Jaune found extremely satisfying. Dominating a woman like that in such a fashion felt too damn good, and her perfect figure made the situation all the more sexier.

"Mm, oh fuck, right there!" The brunette deliriously grinned. "Nail me, ah, hah, nail me deep!"

Coco had always counted herself as one of the luckiest girls on Remnant, especially since a big bull was currently rearranging her insides. The noise emanating from their sex was obscenely loud, her throaty moans and their fleshy claps included. Her tits were swinging as Jaune continued to pump his cock in and out of her greedy snatch, Coco's lower mouth tightly gripping the large phallus.

The woman's entire body was rocking back and forth, from her round ass all the way to her head and neck. Each thrust from her hung lover decimated her senses, sending shock after shock up her brain. His long cock was scrambling her eggs, reaching the end of her vagina and pummelling her abused hole. In this position, it was hard not to think of them as fornicating animals, as Jaune's strong hips allowed him to incessantly batter Coco's womb. Her lover was raw dogging her in a frenzy, pounding her from behind and making her stand on her tippy toes with each stroke.

Jaune increased his pace, and pulled himself closer to Coco's body. His hand snaked up her front, grabbing her left breast with one large palm. He fondled her sizable mammaries, using dexterous fingers to rub the woman's erect nipples. It was a gesture of amorous intimacy, as the blonde had used his girthy arm to put her in a semi-embrace. Not once did he halt his thrusts; the Arc kept on plowing her even in their slight change of position. Taking advantage of their closer proximity, Jaune spoke for even Coco's pleasure-addled mind to hear.

"Do you like that?" Jaune growled deeply. "You've got a great modelling gig right now, especially with that rocking hot bod of yours. How 'bout I knock you up and fuck up everything for you?"

The blonde began kissing the crook of her neck, leaving light yet noticeable pecks up her nape. He squeezed hard on her breast, pulling the two even closer to allow him to bottom out his ten-inch member inside her. He tightened their shared embrace, causing Coco to grit her teeth as she was reamed.

"Say goodbye to that toned stomach of yours, I'll make sure my child will bloat it up for you." Jaune huffed, panting like a dog in heat. He was getting close. "Your perfect tits are going to sag as they get filled with milk. Your body will be conditioned for unlimited breeding, unfit for huntress duty. Does that sound good to you?"

Thoughts flashed through Coco's mind. She was against this. She should be against this. Yet these logical conclusions were suppressed by the feeling of her cunt getting stretched by Jaune's long, thick cock. She felt his virility, his potency. Coco was sure that his seed could knock her up in one shot, guaranteed since it was a risky day for her (the dumb bitch forgot about Jaune's birth control pills). She felt the weight of his movements, the surprising strength displayed by a mere civilian. She felt the sheer power of his thrusts, making the bent over woman curl her toes in sensual pleasure. She squealed.

"Yes, fuck yes! Get me pregnant, you stud! Fuck being a huntress, fuck being a model." She moaned once more as she felt Jaune's cock expand. "Mmh, mm! Put a fucking baby in me. Fucking put it––ah, agh, oh god, put that baby batter in deep~!"

Her bull then pulled her in even tighter, coiling his arm around her smaller frame. He pressed himself against her behind, making sure her wrecked poontang took every damn inch of cock he had to offer. Coco's eyes rolled back a bit, the woman herself releasing a lusty hum as the warm essence ejected from his dick poured straight into her fertile, unprotected womb.

Again, the huntress was put on her toes, as she allowed her arms to prop her up against the wall. Her entire body trembled, due to the intense sensation of the Arc's warm release pooling up inside her womb. Her long fuckable legs especially quivered, the woman's whole form vibrating as Jaune allowed himself to put his weight down on her, ensuring her breeding hole remained plugged up.

After a whole minute of spewing seed, Jaune loosened his grip on Coco. He pulled out, allowing his virile jelly to leak out of her gaping pussy––stretch to the point that she would never find satisfaction with other men ever again. Coco took in deep breaths, trying to process the thorough fucking. Yes. She loved being treated like a sex toy for Jaune to use. She relished the feeling of being fucked into oblivion, much like when she unlocked Jaune's aura. She slumped forward, resting her strained limbs and letting the wall take her weight.

"Take a short rest. We're not done yet, slut."

Coco turned around to see Jaune's cock, still stiff and throbbing with energy. It was almost like his cock's earthquake like convulsions from moments ago never occurred; as if the released semen was instantly replenished. Perhaps his aura was a special case. His balls still hung large and low, most likely still filled with sperm.

Letting her legs rest, Coco decided to crawl towards Jaune to give him another fellatio; the poor sub was absolutely hooked on his sperm now. She noticed that Velvet had woken up from her cum-coma and closed in on them silently, taking her place next to Coco on her knees as well.

Like a team, the two women began servicing Jaune's lipstick covered groin. No words needed to be said––their teamwork training at Beacon allowed them to understand cues and instructions from one another. Velvet worked the man's long shaft, being forced to use two hands as she stroked her prized carrot lovingly. Coco on the other hand went to fondle and lick Jaune's heavy scrotum, allowing the ballsack to rest on her face a bit for her to inhale its musk.

Both girls were anticipating a fair amount of continued dicking. Meeting Jaune was something that changed them forever, and his life-changing dick served as a catalyst. Coco and Velvet fucking the big-dicked stud Jaune Arc made them realize the thrill of being with an insatiable male; especially how active he could be when he was with women he desired. What aroused them even more was that it was them who was desired by the bull, blessed with working his long member with every single orifice they could fit it through.

This was natural order––two women in their rightful place: on their knees servicing an alpha male, as said male looked down on them smugly––the two whores were vying for his rough loving and sensual affection.

All was right with the world.

=––=

A few days later…

Jaune casually strolled down the streets of Vale, whistling to himself. The man was wearing a short-sleeved compression shirt, the thin, clinging fabric displaying his sculpted form. He wore grey jogging pants, his go-to wears when he was going for a workout. While he himself preferred wearing shorts, it became…increasingly distracting for onlookers as time went on due to his flaccid yet still massive member occasionally poking through the hem of the short garment. While he adapted to this over time by wearing longer gym shorts, the ever-present bulge usually drew the gaze of nearby women (and on occasion, men).

Relenting, Jaune decided to stick with jogging pants in order to maintain a sense of decency when he worked out in public. The baggy nature of his wears prevented his phallus from being constricted, as it would be strained against the tighter fabric of most shorts. He avoided wearing any compression shorts, opting for regular boxers as his choice of underwear.

As he was walking, Jaune heard his scroll ping. He pulled it out of his left pocket to view the notification, which came from his ScrollSnap application. It was from s0ftbun18, aka Velvet Scarlatina. Jaune smirked as he opened the app, viewing the picture she sent.

[ wish you came inside us with us ;) ]

The picture was of both Velvet and Coco, the two women seeming to be at a certain beachfront. Jaune had heard of the place, a new tourist spot which opened at the further edge of the Valean coast, specifically developed for recreation. The two brunettes were both wearing bikinis, which immediately made his endowment throb.

The photo was a selfie taken by the rabbit Faunus, with her in the foreground and Coco in the middle ground. Velvet was wearing a plain, brown two-piece bikini. It looked traditional in its cut, not quite skimpy yet still providing zero protection from ogling eyes. Her slender, gymnast-like form was, in itself, very beautiful. She displayed purity, not sexuality––and knowing her true self, Jaune couldn't help but think that the contrast between her looks and her nature was probably the most enticing thing about her. The Faunus had a caramel-colored sash around her waist, the fabric being slightly transparent. While others may see this as a form of modesty, or perhaps a stylistic choice, Jaune was pretty sure that the huntress was getting off to the fact that the slightest nudge on the cloth would reveal her obscene crotch tattoo of his family's insignia.

If Velvet was dressed to be an angel, Coco on the other hand had every intention of being a temptress. The woman wore a string bikini, far more revealing than Velvet's orthodox one. The teen model had her back slightly turned towards the scroll camera, displaying her curvy backside constrained by tight, form-fitting jean shorts. She had positioned one hand onto her hip, her pose allowing her to bend slightly to show her protruding ass as well as a bit of side boob thanks to her skimpy beachwear. The bikini she wore was camo-printed, its thin strings tied behind her neck and middle back. Her lower bikini piece was evidently a thong, her jean shorts being most likely a size small to reveal how the two strings clinging to the top of her thigh led to her barely covered sacrum. The woman still had her shades on, giving her an air of high fashion––something which a fashionista like her deserved.

Jaune bemusedly screenshotted the image, like he always did with provocative ScrollSnaps. The man had a combined collection of nudes and other revealing photos in his scroll photo library, which had grown in amount after he met Team RWBY. His most recent ones were that of Coco and Velvet, specifically the ones from the night before. The two of them were best friends who did everything together, and probably did most of their men together too. Most of Jaune's photos of them from last night included one which showed them licking his cum from each other's cunts in the sixty-nine position, another of them jointly worshipping his shaft and balls, and another of the both of them giving him a double peace as they displayed their spread-legged, gaping cum-filled pussies to the scroll camera.

The blonde-haired man sighed. Things were finally settling down for him. While Jaune was by no means a softboy, and he genuinely cared for the people he knew, regardless if they were mere fuck buddies or not. His sex life was complicated that way. In the end, the people he slept with became people he could count on, and people who could count on him. He was infinitely thankful that Coco was able to set him up with a new job, since he really, really wanted to get his bathroom fixed.

Though to be fair, he hadn't really expected Coco to come through––nor did he anticipate that she would actually find him a 'high-paying job' like he said. His idea of 'high-paying' was 2000 Lien a month.

And here he was, walking to a 4000-Lien job as a 'professional' trainer.

Honestly, Jaune had to give Coco credit for walking him into this job. He would have thought that something like this required a résumé of sorts, but it turns out that nepotism prevails, especially when Coco was close with the gay gym owner. It was an upscale establishment for sure, confirmed when Jaune himself checked out the website. Dust, he honestly could not understand how people can stifle getting memberships here.

Then again, it was his new job. He should count his––numerous––blessings and be satisfied.

He entered through the front entrance, showing his ID as he made his way past the receptionist. Jaune had a rough idea of where to go, as he was contracted to give one-on-one training in a private workout studio––it was a enclosed room with the necessary equipment. From what he knew, these kinds of areas were created for celebrities who wanted to exercise in anonymity, having decided that buying their own set of training gear wasn't really worth it. These individuals would range from famous influencers, actresses, professional athletes, and even high-profile politicians.

Jaune was only made known of the fact that his assigned client was a woman, who was to be referred to as 'Ms. Red' for the duration of their sessions together, regardless of knowing her true identity. This 'Ms. Red' was apparently a famous athlete who wanted some solo training, in order for her to work on her overall form. The gym had already ticked down what sets she preferred doing, as well as her overall physical history.

The gym establishment was proud of its guarantee on confidentiality, and the owner had explicitly––and flamboyantly––reminded him to never give away information on their clients. It would negatively affect their 'fun, fresh, funky and fabulous' brand image (though not its premium reputation).

Jaune made his way to Room 323, going through a few flights of stairs. After walking down the hallway, he saw the designated room and entered. He and Ms. Red were scheduled for a 7:00am session, which would continue till 11:00am, though it was permitted to extend sessions if the client wished it (though the trainer was not contractually obligated to agree to extensions). He checked his watch, and huffed in approval as he arrived at 7:00am on the dot.

The room was wide and spacious, with one end possessing an array of floor-length full body mirrors. Organized around the area were several branded exercising equipment and gym machinery. In the center of the room was a large mat, most likely for calisthenics.

Waiting on the mat was Ms. Red, evident from the fact that her hair was the deepest shade of scarlet Jaune had ever seen. It was as red as Ruby's cape, which was to say, very red. She appeared to be wearing a dark grey set of gym wear, which collectively had dull red garters. Her top was a sleeveless, compressed, polo necked crop top, displaying her bare waist area and lower back. The woman wore long, tight-fitting, lycra capri pants for leggings, which reached until the middle of her leg, precisely in between her knees and ankles. She was standing straight and firm, her height being almost as tall as his. She had broad shoulders and toned arms, with weightlifting gloves on her palms.

She had her back turned to him, allowing the blonde to see the redhead's waist-length ponytail as well as a bronze circlet underneath her hair. From her stance, Jaune saw how her tight pants highlighted the woman's curvy rear, as well as how her top allowed the Arc a first-class view of the athlete's toned back. She was relatively muscled; lean and firm in all the right places. Yet for some reason, there was still an aura of sexual appeal that just radiated from her; it was hard for Jaune to explain, but her rather narrow waist coupled with her wider hips and sturdy-looking thighs made him hunger for her.

A feeling which Jaune quelled almost immediately. This was a high-paying job, and he was lucky to have it. There were strict regulations on client anonymity and confidentiality, and even client-trainer relations. Keep it professional. No bullshit, no sex, no problems. Just work until there was enough money to fix that damned bathroom of his.

She hadn't noticed his entrance yet. Jaune coughed. "Good morning. Are you Ms. Red?"

The woman didn't reply. Okay, weird. He inched closer to her, reaching and putting his hand on her shoulder––damn, hers was firm indeed. She must have been working out for years; a shame Jaune didn't know her. He wasn't interested in most sports Remnant had to offer, and probably wouldn't recognize her. This should be a smooth job, with little room for unforeseen trouble. He would keep things professional.

"Excuse me?"

The woman jolted at the sound of his voice, moving away from him suddenly. She turned towards him, giving Jaune a perfect view of the eye candy which was her body. Muscles? Check. Tight, sexy gym wear? Check. Hourglass figure? Check.

"Sorry!" She eeped bashfully, her face going red like her hair. "I––I just got here a bit early, that's all. I nodded off a bit."

Jaune gave her a small smile. "It's fine. I take it that you're Ms. Red?"

Ms. Red blinked at him, and if anything, looked a bit confused. She returned his smile, straightening herself up as she replied. "Yes, I am Ms. Red. And you are…?"

"Jaune Arc. I'll be your personal trainer here, at Platinum Gym."

"I look forward to working with you, then."

The golden-haired lad swallowed, consciously controlling his gaze. This girl was nice, well-mannered, and above all, his client. There shouldn't be any trouble down the road with this one.

Yet for some reason, she had the most erotic set of gym wear he had ever seen. Okay, well it wasn't fully the clothing's fault. Sure, her crop top had a large opening on its chest, giving him ample view of her deep cleavage resulting from her large bust. Her leggings were tight, showing hints of the woman's camel toe––but just hints, little teases here and there. It wasn't her fault, it wasn't the clothings fault, and it sure as hell wasn't his fault for perhaps him appreciating her oozing sex appeal.

Jaune took a deep breath before replying. Keep things professional. Right.

"Same here, Ms. Red. I hope that I can live up to your expectations as a trainer."

////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

Credit: SAZEREX