RWBY: Hunter of Huntresses: Pyrrha 1

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[Pyrrhic Sessions]

Session 2

Room 323

"Come on! Last two sets, Ms. Red!"

Pyrrha Nikos––star athlete, celebrity huntress––groaned as she pushed herself up once more. The redhead was sweating profusely, having been exercising for the last hour and a half. She was in the midst of finishing her target amount of a hundred and eighty push-ups, and––despite her slight fatigue––she was frankly proud of being able to do that many.

As a seasoned huntress and fighter, Pyrrha knew she was capable of pushing her body more than the average civilian, and her aura allowed her to keep on going with little to no strain. She was able to tackle giant Grimm, and take hard hits during hand-to-hand melee combat. She was the 'champion' of her generation of hunters and huntresses (a title she learned to hate), and was undoubtedly the star student in her batch at Beacon––topping the practical tests, and only occasionally giving Weiss first place on the academic ones.

One may wonder why a perfectly fit, Grimm-slaying, emerald-eyed beauty such as herself would enter an establishment such as Platinum Gym, asking for a personal trainer no less. While she had her own interactions with other celebrities and influencers, she would always wear a mask around them. It was an unspoken rule among the famous; plastic smiles and polite nods keep away the gossipy busybodies. In a world where the slightest rumor could end your career, it was only natural to find a form of stress relief.

So Pyrrha Nikos––renowned fighter, courteous idol––had hired male prostitutes in her free time, and got a little bit more than frisky with some other socialites.

Actions which would have caused a huge media scandal, if it wasn't for the intervention of her agency. They had her redefine her contract that day, determined to reign in her libido. She didn't blame them nor hate them, but hey, she just really needed to get laid sometimes.

Okay, most of the time. It wasn't really her fault that she slept with someone in his thirties, but damn was that actor good-looking. Alright, maybe it was partially her fault. It was rare for a fifteen-year-old to have a figure like hers; a large bust, toned stomach, sizable ass. It didn't take a whole lot of flirting for her to get what she wanted. They all settled it anyway, outside of court. Pyrrha was still a minor, after all. The actor didn't want to have any dirt on his record, and Pyrrha's agency rather not have their down-to-earth champion characterized as a horny minx.

Pyrrha couldn't even be angry with her manager, because it was Pyrrha's own fault for all those messes. That career woman was as caring (and stern) as Glynda Goodwitch. In the end, the spartan settled for her good, old-fashioned friend: a metal pole. Her semblance was perfect for the job; thrusting, vibrating, gyrating, you name it. However, it wasn't in any way the same as when a legitimate, human penis penetrated her. Pyrrha didn't really care about size––it was more of a stamina thing, since the redhead's insane sturdiness in the arena reflected her staying power in bed.

She was used to furious masturbation sessions, an action she started dropping as soon as she came to Beacon and began sharing rooms with people. Pyrrha was happy when she got friends her age, surrounding herself with girls who can connect with her through hobbies, thoughts, and skills. It was better than being surrounded by extremely fake douchebag celebrities and other dumb bimbos. Honestly, she wasn't really enticed by Ren, despite being the only male friend the huntress had. In fact, she and Joan were rooting for Nora to get Ren to notice her as more than a friend. It was cute, really.

So the young woman took her mind off dick, got herself invested in schoolwork, missions, and even dancing (her team pressured her). It was all good, really. She just needed less…obscene activities to prevent a sexual relapse. That's why she was glad that Nora suggested she go to a gym in her free time; less problems for everyone, that way. No weird rumors, no bullshit for her agency to deal with, no sex-related distractions. It was perfect.

And then she got to know her personal trainer a bit more.

Pyrrha huffed. "Done!"

She lay on her side, sprawling on her side a bit to look up at Jaune Arc. He was one of the few men she had met who was taller than her, yet despite the small difference in their heights, the blonde man positively loomed over her thanks to his form. His upper torso was wide; the kind which were perfect for bear hugs. He was quite muscled, his chiseled form highlighted by his compression shirt. Rock-hard abs and solid pecs were visible thanks to the tight fabric. He was pretty buff for a civilian, and it would probably be normal to assume he was a huntsman or a soldier.

Pyrrha felt herself being drawn to Jaune's honest and cheerful rhetoric––it was really soothing to be with him. He was a great motivator, surprising for someone who just started out as a trainer (he asked her to keep that a secret). Despite being an amateur, he was quite adept in assessing Pyrrha's limits––the golden-haired man had instantly created an ideal workout for her after their first session together. The spartan felt a bit guilty for assuming the worst, having read numerous sexual harassment incidents in a gym environment, mostly involving trainers who liked to slip pills into their client's supplements. Jaune was a nice guy who wanted to keep his job (she chuckled when he emphasized that fact).

Most importantly, Jaune didn't recognize her––most likely from not following the latest trends with regards to huntsmen and huntresses. That factor was a big plus, since to him she was just another comfortable client to converse with. While Ren was quite stoic, Jaune was more talkative. It was nice conversing with a person of the opposite gender, without imagining herself riding his dick.

Well, maybe she imagined it once or twice.

"Damn," Jaune grinned. "you did eighteen sets of ten reps. I'm pretty impressed."

"Thanks." Pyrrha gave him a small smile. "I've never really pushed myself so hard in basic training. It was kind of surprising for me too."

"Well, if you say so Ms. Red." The Arc hummed. "Let's move on to doing air squats, and after that we'll have a short break. Maybe some burpees, once that's over."

=––=

Session 3

Room 323

"Hrrghh!"

"Push it, Ms. Red! I've already decreased your amount of sets! Get pumped!"

Pyrrha grit her teeth. This was already their third session together, yet she still had trouble with the bench press. After doing a diagnostic, Jaune had realized that she needed some actual weightlifting practice. The redhead groaned in frustration as she struggled with the last few reps. Shit. Had she really been neglecting her muscle endurance that much? Grimm fights certainly didn't last this long. She always used her polarity semblance to help in lifting rubble, and now that she thought about it, she her punches weren't as strong as she thought they were during melee combat. Perhaps this was for the best.

She didn't have to like it, though.

"Shit." Pyrrha inwardly cursed as she steadily lowered the barbell onto the iron bar catches. "I'm sorry. I––I'll work harder next time."

"It's fine. I might alter your workout plan, though." Jaune replied, jotting something down on his notebook. "You need to work on your lifting, so what we'll do is lower the amount of sets and then gradually increase them over time. How's that sound?"

"It sounds good, thanks." Pyrrha panted heavily as she got off the bench. Her ample bosom heaved as she took deep breaths, her skin slick with her perspiration.

"I'd advise you to walk this off on your way home." The tall blonde ran his hand through his locks. "It's actually nice that you switched to a night session. The evening air will cool your body down. It's going to be quite relaxing after a good workout."

"Yes, I suppose it will be." The huntress blinked, looking up at the clock. It was 10 o'clock in the evening, the woman having eaten an early dinner. "Jaune. Can you––can you demonstrate your bench press again?"

"Again?" Jaune quizzically looked at her, then to his watch. "It's pretty late, though. Why do you need me to?"

"Just––just to check my form." She gave him a look. "Please?"

The blonde relented. "Your form is correct, but okay." Pyrrha watched as her personal trainer lay down on the padded bench. "Look closely, alright?"

"Of course." The redhead directed her gaze onto him.

"Right, so first, make sure you grip the bar well. Then, straighten up your arms and lift them off the bar catches…"

Pyrrha proceeded to watch her trainer do his own workout. She watched the straw-haired lad straighten up his arms, lifting weight up before bringing it back down to his mid-chest. The huntress watched as the man slowly worked up a sweat as he continued flexing his scrumptious, hard biceps over and over again.

"This is just fine." she thought to herself. "It's not sex, I'm just appreciating his yummy looking…form."

"Remember to always breathe once you've fully straightened your arms, and hold that breath as you lower the bar back down," the blonde supplied. "like this."

The green-eyed huntress licked her lips. She watched how Jaune's solid chest expanded and contracted with each breath, showing of his buff form. Damn, she didn't want to be one of those basic bitches who eyed and discussed hot guys, but Jaune Arc was surely one of the most ripped, attractive individuals she had ever seen. By attractive, she didn't mean celebrity-hot, or supermodel-hot. His facial features weren't especially remarkable, but he did have a certain boy-next-door feel to him.

"…and that's one set of ten reps." Jaune lay the barbell back onto the iron catches with a clang. "Remember to keep your posture straight as you lie down, alright? We don't want any unnecessary injuries, regardless of you possessing aura or not."

His completion of his demonstration snapped Pyrrha back into reality. "Don't worry, I think I get how to do it know."

"Great!" Jaune gave her a wide grin. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

Just like that, Jaune carried his things with him out the door. Pyrrha watched the blonde as he exited, eyeing his behind nicely. That ass. That tight, well-built ass attached to a blonde man with the body of a sculpted deity. Nice.

Pyrrha looked at the clock. She should be getting going. Still though, it wasn't healthy to keep sexualizing her trainer like that. She was already grateful for the fact that he didn't know her as a celebrity––it's best that she just savor their conversations without ruining anything.

And just like that, she was reminded of her dry spell. How long has it been since she got a nice, good dicking? A year? She quit sex a short while before Beacon, and she tempered down her masturbation a month later. She now had friends she could rely on and talk to, and a great trainer who was very professional, and probably very hung as well if his overall size was reflective of his size down there.

No, she wasn't going to seduce her trainer. But maybe, she could get closer to him a bit more––and not in a sexual way.

=––=

Session 3

Platinum Gym Men's Locker Room

Inside the showers, Jaune felt like he was in deep, deep shit.

Warm water was beating down his back as he contemplated today's session. He felt great, really great. And by great he meant teetering over the professional edge and losing a well-paying job great. He had––on more than one occasion––restrained himself from literally grabbing Ms. Red, tearing her tight, dark grey leggings and mounting that round ass of hers.

When she did her assigned number of sets, her toned muscles would glisten with sweat, sensually flexing her arms as they contracted. While Jaune had no intention of sexualizing his his client so much, Ms. Red's bombastic proportions were something to yearn for. Her exposed skin was, in itself, a feast for the eyes––her light yet slightly-tanned skin gave the woman an exotic look. As the blonde recalled how moist the redhead's stomach became as she did crunches, he remembered his innate desire to just run his tongue on her hard abdomen.

Shit, he was getting a boner just fantasizing about it. Every time the woman did her assigned sets of squats, her form-fitting capri pants would stretch around her curvy behind like a second skin. Her erotic gym wear was something that would cause trouble, just as he predicted. She wore her leggings high-waisted, the skintight material clinging to half her stomach and obscuring that portion of skin. Despite this however, her abs were still visible thanks to her toned form––there was a notable indent where her navel was. More importantly, there was a slight camel toe which could be seen––something Jaune scientifically identified as a nice, fresh, puffy labia.

And then there were her tits; huge hooters all wrapped up in the sexiest crop top he has ever seen. The redhead had the gall to even get one which showed her deep cleavage resulting from those boobies of hers being pushed together. The visible valley formed by her twin peaks was displayed each time the curvy athlete did a push-up. Every time she pushed herself up, her chest heaved, making her large breasts rock a bit behind her tight top. He could fondle those baby feeders all day long.

It wasn't just her big mammaries and fat buttocks which made her look so damn fuckable, either. She was almost as tall as him––something quite rare. While Coco was quite tall herself, Ms. Red on the other hand looked sturdier than the aforementioned supermodel. The redhead had an hourglass figure and some well-developed muscles as well. She was like a legendary amazon, and the blonde man wanted to dominate such a figure badly. She was by far, the most tantalizing yet forbidden fruit to the blonde––perhaps the professional restriction contributed to that feeling. He couldn't afford to fuck this job up, especially not over a girl.

Jaune looked down as his arms moved towards his groin to soap himself up. His cock was fully erect, throbbing angrily with desire. It wanted a woman. A fertile female to inseminate. The Arc let out a low growl. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. That's it.

He's going to make a booty call after he gets out of this shower. He was sure to get a response from any of his whore huntresses, anyway. His big fat dick needed a pussy to penetrate and utterly destroy.

So he later resolved to get an actual pussy.

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Session 6

Room 323

A resounding clang echoed throughout the private room. Metal contacted metal, like a glorious cry of triumph. A certain redheaded woman had a wide smile on her flushed, sweaty face.

"You," Jaune started. "are a quick learner. Great job, Ms. Red!"

The aforementioned lady sheepishly grinned at his compliment. "Thanks, Jaune. I couldn't have done it without you."

"And I couldn't have gotten my paycheck without you." he remarked.

Both teens laughed at his quip, Pyrrha herself giggling quite loudly. She was really enjoying herself as of late, these training sessions she has with Jaune being something for her to look forward to.

"Same time tomorrow, then?" Pyrrha asked. "What do you have in store for me?"

"We'll work on your weight training again." Jaune replied. "I'll also have you up on the treadmill. I believe I haven't assessed your endurance running yet."

Pyrrha nodded in reply. "I better warn you––I last long in that field."

"Really?" The blonde raised an eyebrow. "I have high stamina myself. Care to share your methods?"

"Well, chasing down and killing Grimm has its benefits." Pyrrha gave an uncharacteristic smirk. While she usually didn't act so smug (or flirty), being with Jaune made her comfortable enough to be more open towards him.

"Oh." Jaune paused. "I see."

"Ah––I'm sorry. That was against the contract, right?" Pyrrha cursed inwardly. She initially set the contract to keep it all professional with her trainer, and to prevent training sessions into annoying fan meet-and-greets. The huntress had strictly instructed her manager to specifically and legally limit the interpersonal disclosure so as to make sure that her workout would go smooth and uninterrupted.

Oh, how she regretted that past instruction, now knowing that her trainer was Jaune Arc.

"It's fine." he politely said. "I still don't know you, anyway."

"But I want you to get to know me." she monologued. "I want you to get familiar and touchy-feely and pin me against the wall and––"

The redhead pulled the plug on her thoughts right there. No. Jaune was one of the few people who actually knew her for her. It wasn't right for her to sexualize her closest male friend. The last thing she wanted to do was make things awkward by some slip of the tongue, like now. Yes. She would preserve this client-trainer relationship. It was now her best non-sexual way of stress relief, and she was not going to lose it over thinking about his bulge.

A nice, heavy-feeling bulge which she accidentally brushed upon as Jaune helped her off the ground after a set of grueling sit-ups.

A bulge which hinted at something greater than she could have imagined.

A bulge that needed to be ignored.

"Right––well, I guess I should be going, now." she awkwardly said. "I'll see you tomorrow, Jaune."

"Sure." Jaune gave her one of his grins. "I'll just tidy this place up."

For the first time, Pyrrha exited the room before the blonde. Dust, she was burning up––her face was flushed and her loins were giving her knowing pangs. As she strolled down the corridor into the empty gym, she found her…urges grow stronger and stronger.

"Just when I thought I could stop masturbating." The redhead looked down at her leggings, and ran her index finger onto her groin area. It was moist. "Shit."

It wasn't healthy to have these urges at all––Pyrrha felt like a slut. A sex freak that needed a regular fix of dicking like a junkie would need crack. The redhead felt shame pool in her stomach. Did she really have to sexualize her trainer that way? She needed a cold shower, and fast.

She was halfway through the lobby when she turned around and headed for the women's locker room. Platinum Gym ensured registered members and subscribers access to clean, premium facilities––their locker rooms included.

Pyrrha made her way towards the locker entrance. Locked. Okay, no problem. Let's get someone to help. She steadfastly returned to the lobby to ask help from the receptionist, only to find that she wasn't there. Pyrrha looked at the clock above the reception desk––10:15pm. She supposed that it was quite late already, and the staff were already packing up to go home.

The huntress frowned, taking notice of her already heated state. She was drenched in sweat from her earlier workout, and the present warmth in between her loins was becoming increasingly palpable.

"Dust, why." she clicked her tongue in annoyance. While Pyrrha Nikos was used to getting dirty––especially during missions and spars––the huntress herself disliked remaining in such a state. Showers were important, after all. Especially cold ones which could temper the fire her poontang surely was burning.

She made a quick dash to the lockers again, hoping to find any remaining staff, and trying out the numerous rooms. Most of them were locked, the others open yet unoccupied. She returned to Room 323, hoping to get Jaune to unlock the women's locker room for her. No such luck. The blonde must have already left.

By now, Pyrrha was more than hot and bothered. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and she needed a good schlucking––rather, a cold bath. She had pledged to stave off pleasuring herself, after all. Pyrrha quickly went back down to the lockers area,and approached the men's locker room. She twisted the handle. Unlocked. She gulped before entering, opening the door slightly before craning her head to peek inside.

"Hello?" she called out. "Anybody here? Jaune?" No response. Good.

The perspiring huntress entered the room, wide and spacious with multiple floor-length lockers. She looked around a bit, examining whether or not there were still gym-goers present. None in sight. They must have all gone home, considering how late it is. The room smelled of air freshener, the kind which didn't give an area a synthetic, chemical smell. Pyrrha sniffed a bit––lavender.

Walking inside, Pyrrha set herself on a nearby bench, removing her circlet and letting her long, crimson hair down. She began stripping herself of her clothes, removing her dark grey top and revealing her bright red sports bra. The elastane garment was meant to compress her breasts, but found itself straining in the midst of her grand bust size. In fact, they seemed to emphasize her endowments rather than suppress them, bunching them together into one erotic mound.

She took her undergarment off, freeing her generous mammaries and allowing them to drop down onto her sternum. Her two milk puppies jiggled, bouncing as they settled with their full weight. Pyrrha frowned at her ample developments, often wondering how an athlete such as herself was able to acquire such a large pair. She noticed her 'gifts' long ago, since the redhead herself had realized that she had been on a continuous growth spurt since she was thirteen.

The amazon groped her breasts with both hands, feeling their heaviness. Pyrrha Nikos had matured from a lanky girl to a tall, robust woman. Since she hit puberty, the redhead had observed a yearly increase in her cup size; a slight irritation for her, since she had to annually buy new pairs of bras for her growing bosom.

Even now, the huntress was feeling hot and bothered. She rubbed her glorious tits a bit, her sensitive nipples hardening slowly. Every time her fingers grazed her areolas, her breasts tingled with need––sending jolts to her lower mouth each time. The woman bent her head down, spotting a dark, damp spot on the crotch area of her leggings.

Pyrrha stood up and bent over, pulling her bottomwear down––removing both her tight capri pants and red workout thong. A clear, syrupy line stretched out from her vagina to the center of her lowered garments––dust, had she been that horny? She ran a lithe finger onto her damp quim, analyzing the moist substance. While the huntress would have attributed this to her perspiring state, she knew otherwise; she had gotten wet in the presence of a man.

Or perhaps she was just a bit turned on; a naughty little minx who was undressing herself in the men's locker room. Standing nude, she was tempted to start fingering her longing snatch––her trimmed red pubic hair dusting her mons.

The redhead shook her head. She really had to snap out of it––she pledged to abstain from sexual acts, and had done a pretty good job. Pyrrha stood up and discarded her wears onto the bench. She needed a cold shower, pronto.

Turning the shower nozzle, Pyrrha endured the shock of cold water on her skin, intending to cool herself and her agitated poontang off. Finding no such luck in such a measure, Pyrrha decided to forego the plan for a cold shower and turn the heat up. She basked in the refreshing sensation of warm water, running her hands through her damp hair. The huntress began to lather herself with the available organic soap, white suds coating her nubile body. Her hands slid to all areas of her body, from her pillowy breasts down to her wide hips, all the way to the inside of her thick thighs.

As she rinsed herself, the redhead's arousal grew; her body heated up and soon her pussy was wet from something other than the warm shower. Pyrrha knew she said that she wanted to abstain from sexual activity, but dust was this harder than she thought.

"A cheat day," she reasoned to herself. "just an off-day since I kept myself dry for too long. No biggie––even Jaune said that cheat days were healthy once in a while."

Jaune Arc. Oh, Dust yes. Her thoughts shifted towards the blonde, visualizing his muscular form and that tight ass of his. Chiseled and lean in all the right spots, he was one of the few men who were taller than her––and boy did that turn her on. While she dwarfed her other partners, she had never experienced banging someone significantly larger than her. She was used to being on top, the amazon herself riding her lovers ragged. It was naive to think that civilians could keep up with huntress stamina, really.

Pyrrha elicited a moan, continuing to rub her drenched snatch and fondle her breasts as her thoughts drifted off to a fantasy centered around her and a certain blonde lad…

=––=

Session 6

Employees' Locker Room

Jaune undressed himself lazily. While the blonde should have been more rushed in his actions, he just couldn't muster the mental effort to care. As the last employee to leave, Jaune was instructed to close shop and lock the facility.

Stripping down naked, he gazed at the full-length mirror. He flexed his arms a bit, showing off his muscle and inspecting them via his reflection. While he was still considered an amateur trainer, Jaune prided himself in his self-acquired form. He had trained for years on his own, honing his body to become that of a huntsman's. He was well-built and disciplined, and he had to admit that his exercise regimen was quite effective. Hell, it was even great for Ms. Red, and he was sure that she had her own specialized training.

Ms. Red.

The current object of his fantasies.

She was a polite, well-mannered girl, for sure. Nice, charming, and overall a good companion at a place like the gym. Jaune had a feeling that she was just his age; her casual talk and speech was formal overall yet somehow youthful.

Strangely, the woman who was a supposed celebrity of sorts didn't exhibit any snobbish behavior, and was humble––too humble, in fact. She apologized too much, and while Jaune didn't have any immediate guesses on her identity, he could have sworn he saw her somewhere. Perhaps in an advertisement or billboard? A cereal box?

Ms. Red was just a nice, amicable person. Fit, friendly, and overall great company. From what Jaune gathered, she must have been a huntress of sorts; really, what was with him meeting huntresses? And why the hell did they all have killer bods?

Ms. Red was, all things considered, just too damn sexy. Big tits, big ass, pretty face. Flowing red hair which contrasted her creamy skin just made her whole appearance nothing less of fiery. She was presently his greatest temptation––a woman with a body so fit and fuckable that he was on the edge of breaking client-employee protocol, risking his highest-paying job, and then pounding the shit out of her, making the hot redhead scream his name in pleasure.

Jaune Arc was boiling in horniness, and in need of a cold shower.

He grabbed a nearby bath towel, the kind that was designated for employee use. He wrapped it around his waist, covering his privates; he didn't want to startle anyone, if there was anyone left using the showers. The Arc's endowment had caused unnecessary trouble in the past, especially in public baths. His dangling, flaccid cock was pushing slightly against the white linen. The lad's body currently heated from his earlier session, his scrotum had descended and his shaft was hanging low.

Grabbing his sundries, he made his way towards the male shower area––a large, joint facility for both clients and employees to share. Upon entering, Jaune noticed the sound of running water hitting the tiled floor of the room. There was a notable mist of water vapor, making the area quite humid. He was glad that he wore a towel; too many people freak out about his size, regardless of their gender and sexuality. He avoided issues such as that like the plague.

"Hey, I didn't realize anyone was still here." he called out. "Look man, you might want to hurry it up 'cause once I'm done taking my shower I going to lock this place up––Ms. Red?"

The dumbfounded blonde gaped at the sight of his client, who in turn returned his sentiment of surprise. The woman, who initially gave the Arc lad a great view of the lush globes of her bare backside, turned around to look at him.Her bright green eyes focused on him, the woman possessing a similar look of shock on her face. After a brief pause, the woman covered her privates, pressing her hands onto her crotch and onto her large breasts. Despite this however, the damage had already been done.

Jaune's libido was whirring to action, his heart rate increasing.

"Jaune!?" she exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

"This is the men's shower." The blonde blinked at her query. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, um!" Pyrrha Nikos, for the first time in her life, babbled incoherently. "I, ah, I was just––well, the other lockers were locked, so I ah, went in here? I'm sorry…?"

To Jaune, his mind wasn't processing the redhead's stuttering apology. No, his brain was working full time on processing the sheer sexiness of the woman's naked body. Her big, pillowy tits were being squished into her chest, a fruitless effort due to their great size. Before Pyrrha had covered her vagina, Jaune had already noticed it––a wet and wanting firecrotch. Her overall figure was pretty damn good, if not better than her clothed form; an hourglass figure with proportions that made the tall woman look like prime breeding material thanks to her relatively wider hips and narrow waist. Her flat stomach was now in full view, semi-sculpted with abs. She was totally fuckable––the tall woman literally being sex on legs.

The blonde swallowed. Fuck this. Fuck client-trainer relations. Fuck his job. And most importantly, fuck her. Who the fuck does this bitch think she is, going around in a slutty gym outfit everyday, blue balling him into the ground? This redheaded woman was just like the rest of his cavalcade of whores––needily wanting a big dick to plug up their aching holes. They all were like that; scantily-dressed, fertile mares out to seduce a big-dicked bull like him. His inner masculinity was in overdrive, now. The gears of his body were turning, priming the blonde to be ready to inseminate and impregnate any female he wanted.

He dropped his towel from his waist, displaying his large, semi-flaccid member.

"Oh my god!" Pyrrha gasped, eyes widening as Jaune's raw manhood came into view. It was like a huge sausage––the member hung low, halfway past the blonde's thighs. It throbbed steadily, pulsating at a constant rate as blood filled its veins. Pyrrha had never seen a man's penis so obscenely long or thick, and the phallus was still in the midst of getting fully erect.

"What?" the blonde smirked. "First time seeing a cock as big as mine, Ms. Red?"

"Ye––yes," The redhead inched closer to the hung male. She was fascinated with his heavy slab of man meat, eyeing it and fondling it with her two supple hands. Maiden above, she couldn't even close her fingers around it. Using both palms, she lightly stroked the heftiest penis she has ever seen. She continued slowly stroking his shaft, the fat rod swelling even bigger as it began to lift itself up.

"Oh my," she breathed. "It––it's twice the size of the ones I've seen before."

"Yeah, and it gets bigger."

Bigger!? Pyrrha watched as the cock began to go fully hard. Holy shit. The mighty phallus did get bigger, now throbbing angrily with thick veins criss-crossing on its shaft. Its cockhead was red with stress, eagerly awaiting itself to be inserted into a woman's vagina.

The penis wasn't just long, it was girthy; a huge fat cock, all in all. Recalling the men she had fucked, barely anyone came close––compared to their pencils, Jaune had a fucking bat in between his legs. If they had worms, her personal trainer had a thick snake hidden beneath his trousers. The mind-boggling meat stick jutted out of his crotch in a perfectly horizontal manner; like an obstinate tower of flesh.

The amazon kept mindlessly stroking Jaune's length with both hands, feeling the heat emanating from the largest dick she has ever seen. Her breathing became more erratic, the redhead being unknowingly turned on. So this was the bulge she had felt back then. This was the gargantuan member beneath her trainer's baggy pants. Holy fucking shit, it was fully erect and pressing into her waist, reaching above her navel.

"Do you know what this cock is for, slut?"

Pyrrha gulped. Jaune's tone had changed, mildly unsettling her. Yet for some reason, her loins heated up even more.

"Did you hear me?" Jaune suddenly slapped her breasts, causing Pyrrha to wince in pain as her udders swung. "I asked you a question, slut. Do you know what this cock is for?"

"N-no," she stammered. Pyrrha Nikos, the champion of her generation and expert Grimm-slayer, stammered in front of a civilian. "I don't know."

"It's for this, right here." The blonde gyrated a bit, rubbing the tip of his penis against her toned, flat stomach. "My cock is for scrambling some poor bitch's guts, and breeding them deep."

Pyrrha shuddered at his answer. Dust, it really did reach that far. Could she even take something this big?

"Suck it."

"Pardon?"

"Give me a blowjob." Jaune breathed. "Right here, right now."

"I, I don't think this is appropriate." she replied. While the woman acknowledged her dry spell, she wasn't about to go back on her commitment just yet. Despite the throbbing ache in her pussy. Or the size of her trainer's big, fat cock. "Look, we should stop. I'll excuse myself––"

Pyrrha's sentence was cut off almost immediately as Jaune pulled her in for a deep kiss. Jaune devoured her, his tongue intertwining with hers as their lips sank into each other. Wrapping his arms around her slender yet muscular waist, he had leaned his head down in a passionate fashion. The well-built blonde had pulled her into his rugged torso, his meaty palm fiercely grabbing and fondling one of her fleshy buttcheeks.

An alpha move, one which rewired her brain into a state of mating.

She melted right into him.

=––=

Ms. Red's warm mouth engulfed his member, the redhead working his long shaft with her tight lips and supple palms. Jaune's massive schlong was gleaming, wet from both his lover's fellatio and the still-running showerhead.

The blonde let out a deep groan, a thrumming baritone of a growl signifying his pleasure at her sexual ministrations.

While the woman was by no means used to a penis of his size, Jaune could tell that his client was experienced––talented, in fact. The emerald-eyed lady was on her knees, bobbing her head back and forth as if on autopilot. Although she started slow, the sexy woman's motions became more enthusiastic as her mouth had gotten used to his immense girth.

Jaune just knew she was definitely a closet slut.

The well-endowed blonde let one hand grip her head as she continued blowing him, his burly fingers digging into her scalp as he pulled her into his meaty cock. Her wet, scarlet locks draped over her face, making her look seductive as her red hair obscured half of her face. Her lidded bedroom eyes looked up at him, her gaze focused on the towering male.

"That's right," he huffed. "suck it hard, just like that. Take in some more of my cock, slut."

Ms. Red merely hummed in compliance, the chesty female having surrendered to Jaune's seductive wiles.

Sloppy noises echoed throughout the shower room, obscene sounds only drowned out by the running water. Ms. Red had taken the liberty of fondling his balls, lathering Jaune's hefty scrotum. Her green eyes moved down, fascinatedly studying the sheer size of his testicles. It was no doubt the biggest pair she had ever seen, dwarfing all the other men she was with.

As if in a trance, the woman continued working his shaft and focused her gaze solely on the blonde bull's exceptional genitalia. Jaune knew that look of hers, as her was familiar with it.

It was the look of sheer wonder and curiosity, like a child receiving a new toy.

It was the look of awe and amazement, like a person observing the grand vastness of mother nature.

It was the look of sexual need and desire, the slut undoubtedly imagining what his long, fat cock would feel like inside her.

The redhead had gone cross-eyed when she got on her knees earlier, staring at his huge, erect length. It must have been the first time the woman had met a real man, one with the suitable equipment to breed bitches and knock up whores. After all, real men didn't have normal penises. They had magnum cocks.

Huge, throbbing cocks, and full, sperm-filled balls.

Ms. Red continued to slurp on his member, with one hand working his thick shaft and the other kneading his heavy balls. This two-fronted stimulation was expertly executed, Jaune now feeling a familiar sensation creeping up.

"Ugh, that's good!" Jaune had now gripped her head with both hands. Securely handling her scalp, he began to aggressively thrust into the back of her throat.

Sensing him take control, Ms. Red had instinctively removed her hand from his cock, leaving one just to continue fondling his ballsack. The other, now free of fellatio, found itself inside her vagina. Roughly fingering herself, Ms. Red failed to notice her copious vag honey, which had been dripping for quite a while now.

To her credit, the woman took his fervent face-fucking like a pro. She barely gagged, allowing Jaune's savage motions to follow through without issue.

Jaune took note of this, as his sexy client's head game was well above his expectations. He worked her hard, her mouth like a fleshlight. While her eyes teared up a bit, she still took his brutal strokes like a champ. She was far more experienced than Yang, and had more potential than Ruby. The blonde deduced that she wasn't someone who just slept around just for fun, but someone who slept around because of an innate, desperate need for intercourse. An A-Grade nymphomaniac, if you will. She was far sturdier than all his other bitches, and additionally far sluttier than any of them.

And Jaune had just caught her in the midst of a dry spell.

"Fucking perfect," he remarked. "her body, her personality, her skill, and her current situation."

The blonde knew she was an exceptional athlete, and likely an exceptional huntress as well. If she could take physical beatings from Grimm, then it was also likely that her womb could take beatings from his cock. She was most probably durable.

All the more fun to break.

"Make sure to swallow every drop, bitch." Jaune groaned. "I'm cumming!"

"Mmmph!"

Ms. Red let out a surprised hum as Jaune pulled her head into his crotch, his trim blonde pubes tickling her nose. Her hands went to grip his tight ass, a coping reflex to the sudden deepthroat. As this happened, her eyes rolled up as her breathing passage was temporarily blocked. The blonde stallion had buried his long penis into her oral cavity, depositing his thick baby syrup down her esophagus.

His first load shot down her throat––warm and sticky and slimy. Rope after rope of his voluminous seed was ejected out of his manly pisshole, all pouring down inside her. His intense and torrential ejaculation made the woman gag, and Jaune relaxed his grip on her head to slightly release his penis from her oral embrace.

With his trouser snake now retreating, his cum spurted into her mouth instead. His breeding cream pooled into her mouth, with her lips tightly locking around his thickness to prevent any of his ejaculate from escaping. Wad after wad came, the hung male shuddering as he released his potent semen into the waiting mouth of his buxom client.

After nearly a minute of cumming, Jaune pulled his cock out of her mouth. Ms. Red opened her mouth to reveal a large amount of his white, bubbly essence which pooled in her mouth. Skillfully, she closed her mouth and reared her head back before swallowing audibly.

"Aaaaahh." She opened her mouth wide, showing it was now empty. Only a clear strand of spit (or cum) remained, still connecting her upper and lower lips together. Like the hungry and thirsty slut that she is, Ms. Red had evidently devoured Jaune's healthy all-organic protein shake.

Now that act of eroticism got Jaune going. If his still-erect cock could get any harder, it just did.

"Damn, you're good." He smirked. "You needed that, right? I could tell. I trust that you know what comes next?"

No further words were exchanged between the two. Trancelike, the redhead lay on her back, legs apart. She got one hand to spread her pussy, two fingers pulling her breeding hole open. It was wet, but at this point, everything was––the two had been conducting damp intercourse for the past half an hour.

Her eyebrows were scrunched together a bit, evidently geared towards giving him the 'fuck me' look. Her sultry, shining eyes were lidded, eyeing his veiny meat pole with anticipation.

Jaune approached his needy mare, hand on his dick to aim it downwards.

Not even the sound of running water could drown out the screams of pleasure that night.

=––=

Session 9

Room 323

"And that's a wrap!" Jaune cheerfully exclaimed. "Good job, Ms. Red. You've improved by a lot. Too quickly, if you ask me."

Pyrrha gave him a shy smile. "Thanks, Jaune."

The huntress was initially afraid that the event which happened a few days ago would affect their professional relationship, however those fears were eventually laid to rest as their sessions continued. Sure, she postponed their seventh session by a few days, but honestly, who wouldn't?

He fucked her silly, making her walk funny for some time.

Pyrrha's face heated up a bit as she recalled their intimate encounter in the showers. She had lost herself then––in the face of his big, wonderful, amazing cock, she had lost herself. Never again, she told herself. She surely had more self-control than that. She was committed to abstaining from sex, and any activity it was thusly related to.

She was afraid that things would be awkward, but things were quite fine, really. She didn't let what happened that night affect her behavior, or change anything.

"I suppose it's time for your massage, then."

Okay. Maybe there was a little change. A minor tweak, really.

Pyrrha had requested an upgrade to her services, in which her sessions would include regular after-workout therapies––a basic massage to revitalize her sore muscles. It was solely for therapeutic purposes, of course. Totally not because the redhead yearned for the touch of a man––ahem.

She had a commitment to honor.

"Right––ah! There." the red-haired woman sighed in content as Jaune rubbed her shoulders with his thick, manly hands. His digits kneaded hard spots in her upper back, a few popping noises being emitted as a result.

"Your back is really tight," the blonde hummed. "it's probably because of your posture from deadlifting; we'll work on that next time."

"You think it's my follow-through?" Pyrrha moaned a bit as her trainer rubbed her middleback with circular motions.

"Most likely." Jaune replied. "Your stance is good enough to prevent injury, but it can still be improved upon."

The star huntress merely nodded as she stifled another moan. Damn, now he was working on her lower back. Shocks and tingles spiked through her spine, ticklish sensations which actually seemed to re-energize her. Jaune certainly knew how to work his hands around her body––huh?

"Um, Jaune?" She gulped as she felt another pang, this time from her thighs. The sensations had changed completely, the nature of his touch now different. "You're––"

"Relax, Ms. Red." Jaune looked up from his crouching position, sporting a wide grin. "Your legs need some tender loving care too, you know."

The redhead bit her lip as her blonde companion squeezed on her buns, before moving down to press his hard fingers into her soft thighs. He worked his way to her inner thighs, stimulating her muscles.

"I, I think that's enough."

"It's my job to remove both your physical and mental stress, Ms. Red."

"Alright," she huffed. "just make it quick, please."

As the blonde continued to administer his current form of 'therapy', Pyrrha felt her body heat up. While the process was supposed to relax her, Pyrrha began breathing heavily as she felt her snatch begin to moisten.

The emerald-eyed lady began reminiscing their moment in the showers, her mind addled because of Jaune's sensational 'massage'. He was still working from behind her, this time with one hand gripping her shoulder while the other rubbed her stomach in a circular manner. This pose made her recall their erotic escapade, another instance in which he firmly gripped her shoulder from behind.

Pyrrha remembered how she found that her hand couldn't wrap itself entirely around this fat penis. She remembered how she instinctively kneeled down to find Jaune's looming slab of meat poking her nose, a whiff of his raw odor sending impulses to her brain like fireworks.

She remembered how she kept being fucked by a man who seemed to have an endless source of vigor.

She remembered a deplorable woman shouting obscenities and shaking her hips on her own.

The red-haired woman prayed that Jaune wouldn't notice a small––yet growing––stain on her crotch. In this state of slight panic and full lust, the huntress champion failed to stop her trainer from moving his hands up to cup her sizable bosom.

"Jaune," she started. "what are you––?"

"Shhh, relax." His voice soothed her, easing her tense body as he began fondling her still-clothed breasts. "Wow, you really shouldn't be keeping these bundled up so tight."

Before she could respond, the blonde tugged on her crop top's garter, hiking up the garment to show her strained sports bra. Jaune pulled that up as well, allowing her large breasts to wobble into sight. They were big, fleshy globes––milkers which could give Yang a run for her money. Her gorgeous boobs were tipped with round, brown nipples––ones which were hard from the man's erotic therapy.

"Compression makes them sore, doesn't it?" Jaune smirked as he continued massaging her bust. "They're pretty big, too; D-cups?"

"…Double."

"Damn." the blonde-haired adonis whistled. The conditions were set; he had aroused her significantly enough.

Releasing his hands from her bare tits, Jaune lightly pushed on her back, guiding her movements. Compliant, Pyrrha allowed him to bend her over, propping her arms onto the nearby bench. Now ass up, being in this position allowed her trainer access to a full view of her drenched snatch, evident by a dark, familiar stain.

Expertly, Jaune probed her cunt through her skintight pants, feeling every crease and groove of her vulva. Damp and in need of some penetration. Luckily enough, he just happened to have a thick rod in need of some lubrication to complement her hole.

With the use of brute strength, the Arc quickly tore open a hole in the redhead's leggings, revealing her moist, red thong and her smooth, pristine asscheeks.

Surprised, Pyrrha let out a yelp at the shredding noise. "Jaune! What are you doing to my leggings!?"

Her query was met with a resounding slap to her ass, eliciting an astonished groan.

"You'll call me sir from now on." Jaune gruffly said.

"What?" The huntress' mind couldn't keep up with the situation. "Jaune this isn't funny––AH!"

SLAP!

"You. Will. Call me. Sir." he reiterated. "Is that clear, Ms. Red?"

Having been spanked twices, Pyrrha's thoughts were clouded and confused. She demurely muttered only one thing.

"Yes, sir."

Inwardly, Jaune snickered. "Perfect. She's on the way to becoming my full-time slut."

"Do you know what you want?" Jaune's boomed.

"To get fit…?" she bashfully replied. "Sir?"

"Wrong. What you want is this."

As he said that, the blonde stallion dropped his baggy pants to reveal his dark grey boxers. There was a notable bulge in his undergarment, as if a large sausage was crammed into a sleeve of cloth. The oblong bulge ran down a side of his inner thigh, its bulbous crown slightly peeking out as it strained against the dark fabric. Carefully, Jaune released the beast from its confines, allowing his member to stand ramrod straight.

Pyrrha's eyes were glued onto the sight of his penis as she glanced behind her. It was as big as she remembered, and her trainer had maneuvered it to touch her vulva.

"Oh maiden…" the spartan was relishing something that wasn't inside her yet. "It's so far off, yet his tip is already sticking to me…"

"Okay, Ms. Red. Just keep thrusting your ass out like that." Jaune ordered.

"L–like this?"

"Perfect, just like THAT!"

At that last word, Jaune savagely pistoned his cock forward into her wanting quim with a loud squelch.

"OHHHHH!"

Nothing could have stopped the shrill scream that Pyrrha released. It was instantaneous; a single motion made Jaune's cock to go all the way up inside her––effectively knocking on her womb in one go. The sudden feeling of his cock plugging her up was what she she was looking for; a certain volume to fill the empty void in her lower mouth.

Soon, the blonde bull began to pound her doggystyle, with Pyrrha's generous rump rhythmically slapping onto Jaune's crotch. With his manly hands on her wide hips, the stud continued to pull her on and off his fat, long cock; sheathing and unsheathing his member with intensifying fervor.

"Oh, shit! Yes, yes, YES! Fuck me deep, Jaune!" Pyrrha––who was normally polite and courteous––couldn't stop herself from swearing. "Fuck my tight little pussy!"

"I said," Jaune growled. "Call. Me. SIR!"

SLAP!

"AH, FUCK!" The redhead grimaced as her lover's abuse on her ass left a red mark. "Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes, sir!"

"You like that, bitch?" the blonde sneered. "You like me slapping your fat ass while I plow you?"

"Yes, gods, yes!" Pyrrha howled in pleasure some more. "I fucking love it!"

Any inhibition the woman had possessed was immediately overwritten as soon as Jaune plunged his thick schlong into her vag. Her mind was conquered in one swift movement, rendering all memories of her 'commitment' and 'abstinence' suppressed. Her mind was definitely rewired, though perhaps only temporarily.

And then her rationalizing kicked in.

"It's just another cheat day," she told herself. "A little taste of heaven before going back to abstinence…"

"It's sooo thick!" she mewled. "It feels so, uhn, good!"

Jaune smirked. "Have you ever had a cock this big inside you?"

"No!" she replied. "You're the biggest! Unngh, uh, fuck!"

Pyrrha's eyes had rolled up in her head as her blonde stallion's huge cockhead battered its way into her womb. It felt good––too fucking good. Prior instances of sex had never made her lose herself so much. Perhaps it was because of her self-impose dry spell which led to her current fucked-silly state.

Or maybe it was just his big, juicy cock.

The red-haired woman moaned some more as Jaune pulled her in closer, with one of his palms on her neck. He had made the proximity between them non-existent; semi-choking her in this new position as his long strokes turned into quick, short ruts. Her vaginal muscles clamped on his cock, but that didn't stop the blonde from fucking her roughly into the next year. He was now embracing her from behind, with his low-hanging balls slapping against her luscious thighs––a flesh-on-flesh sound was produced in doing so. His testicles rocked back and forth like wrecking balls, a fitting moniker due to their weight.

Slamming his hips forward, nothing mattered anymore to the mind-numbed teenager as she got pounded deep by her personal trainer. Wracked with immense pleasure, she felt a familiar, bottled-up sensation rising.

"Ahn, ah, agh, gods!" she screamed in pleasure. "I'm––fuck! I'm fucking cumming!"

The redhead threw her head back as she released her ejaculate, her body shuddering as she came hard on Jaune's massive member. As she was in the midst of her release however, her lover did not cease his movements. Rather, he upped his thrusting, powerfully punching her cervix with every stroke. This proved to be too much for Pyrrha, as her sensitive, ejaculating pussy was devastated by Jaune's continued strokes.

"Wait, ungh, fuck!" she groaned. "I–I'm still––oh, shit––cumming!"

"I don't give a damn, slut." the blonde let out a low growl into her ear. "I'm going to open you up for my cock. I'm about to beat your back out."

"Augh, ugh, unghh, shit, oh!"

"Let's see if your hole will still be tight once I'm through with it."

Pyrrha could do nothing but squeal in delight as Jaune plowed her into orgasm number two. And then number three, and later on number four. It was during Pyrrha's sixth orgasm that in which Jaune's big rod seemed to expand even further. Indicating his approaching release, Jaune prepped himself accordingly; he was going to make this money shot count.

By this time, the poor huntress' hair was strewn across her face, her ponytail coming undone due to the blonde's hair pulling. They had maintained the same doggystyle for the past hour, mating just like dirty little animals would; and wow, did the degradation feel good.

The Mistralian champion was in a state of utter bliss. Hammering her even further, the redhead let her body serve as Jaune's plaything for the duration of their intercourse. She could do nothing but twist and shudder at the sheer pleasure derived from his rough treatment of her poontang, now stretched into the shape of his cock.

"Oh gods, you're, uhn, growing bigger." she wailed. "Not inside, please; it's not a safe day."

"Don't tell me what to do, slut."

Pyrrha swallowed nervously––or as nervously as a slut being pounded by a big cock could. Oh, maiden. He couldn't be serious. If he were to ejaculate his semen (his thick, virile honey) into her, she was more than guaranteed to get impregnated from that insemination. She couldn't afford something like that, scandal and hassle and all.

Yet deep within her, she craved for a good breeding. Her words didn't match her thoughts.

"Please sir, do it outside!" she moaned.

"Breed me. Fucking breed me, you alpha stud." Pyrrha inwardly licked her lips. "Mark my womb, make me a mother. YES."

Surprise sex-induced schizophrenia was very rare.

Too bad Jaune had the cock big enough to make every woman a basket case of sex.

"I'm going to blow, take it, slut!"

Pyrrha closed her eyes as she expected to be filled with his cream, same as that night in the showers.

What she didn't expect was for her personal trainer to pull his thick dick out and cum all over her back. His copious semen was ejected out of his large pisshole, splattering her now-bare ass and still-clothed back. Some of his essence landed on her bare skin, others landed on the dark fabric of her gym wear. His ejaculation was strong, propelling his viscous seed above her head and beyond, landing on the matted floor (now that will be a pain to clean). A few ropes of his breeding slime plastered the woman's beautiful red locks as Jaune's penis tightened and pushed the content of his balls out into the world.

While a part of her was relieved that he came on her back, another part was severely disappointed due to the lack of insemination.

"Get a new set of gym wear." Jaune said, squeezing out his last few dollops of cum. "Ones that show more skin."

The spartan nodded in silence. She turned around to see her trainer's retained hard-on, slick with her vaginal fluids.

"Hit the showers, slut." The man proceeded to wipe his cock with a towel he brought. "Let me tell you, my cum is thick enough for bitches to have a hard time washing it off."

And just like that, the session was over; her big-dicked bull of a trainer was preparing for himself to leave, caring not for his client's current state of undress and griminess.

"Wait," she called out. "you...well, you're only allowed to leave when your job is done, right?"

The tall male looked back at her as he was about to zip up his pants, intent on caging the still-hard beast. He narrowed his eyes. "According to the contract, yes."

She took a deep breath. "My name is Pyrrha Nikos."

Jaune looked alarmed at this––though most likely due to the fact that she disregarded her anonymity rather than due to him actually recognizing her name. "What are you––!?"

"You finished fucking Ms. Red." She laid herself on her back, spreading her legs welcomingly. It was reminiscent of their time together that night back then––two eager and needy teens who wanted some intimate sexual congress.

Jaune nodded, getting the idea. He began approaching her slowly, removing his pants once more. "So I did."

"But you haven't fucked me yet." she salivated and moistened her lips. "You haven't fucked Pyrrha Nikos."

And that was all it took for Jaune to file his first case of overtime.

=––=

Jaune's Apartment

8:37pm

"Welcome back~! Master~!"

As Jaune opened the door, he was greeted by a familiar cat Faunus. She was standing in the hallway in nothing but an apron––one that was a few sizes too small for the curvy woman. Her dark locks were strewn down beautifully across her features, and her ears were twitching erratically. She had a certain fragrance––a fruit of some sort––which gave the blonde a refreshing feeling from the day's hard work. This organic shampoo scent was signified that the kitty had just taken a bath, cleansed from any filth.

Blake Belladonna was a stealthy rogue of a huntress during the day, and a nymphomaniac sex kitten by night.

The once feared terrorist turned student huntress had undergone a period of 'training'––though it would be better to refer to this as 'taming'. She was conditioned into becoming Jaune's personal pet pussy, and became ultimately submissive. As of now, it seemed that the strong, independent, Faunus woman had undergone a process of stepfordization, now acting like a loyal, dependent housewife.

Correction: a loyal, dependent, slutty housewife.

As of now, her current appearance was a big tease; the naked apron's white fabric clung to her moderately-sized breasts, showing hints of her nipples and her round areolas. Her wide, child bearing hips were fully visible in their pale, bountiful glory. Stemming from her wide hips obscenely jutting out to her sides, came her ridiculously thick thighs––ones which Jaune enjoyed using as pillowy masses to stroke his cock with. Both of these physical traits were guaranteed features of the Bellabooty; her infamous ass fit for spanking. The skimpy garment erotically clung to her lean frame, straining a bit as her breasts pushed the apron out to the point that her waist area was barely covered. Her wet cunny was dripping, her amber eyes slightly unfocused.

Additionally, the pussycat sported a tail in the form of a butt plug. While it had its purpose to reinforce her sex kitten image, it also served as a loosener for her anus to be ready for penetration at all times.

"Would you like your dinner? Or your bath?" The raven-haired Faunus stared at her breeder with heart-shaped pupils and a silly grin, a facial reaction uncharacteristic of the normally stoic teen. "Or...me~?"

Jaune merely smiled as his 'loving housewife' kneeled down to diligently suck his cock as he instructed her to always do. Her job was to clean his cock after a long, sweaty day; and boy did the Faunus get high on his odorous musk. Later, he would bang her on his table, on his sofa, and on his (pretend marital) bed.

Yet the blonde couldn't help but feel pleased and excited at another thing.

Breaking the slut known as Pyrrha Nikos, and making her his.

=––=

Team JNPR's Dorm

10:15pm

The room was dark, only slightly illuminated by the moonlight which sneaked its way through the narrow gaps of the windows' curtains.

But not illuminated enough to show a certain horny redhead fingering herself aggressively.

Maybe it was just a phase. Yes, that had to be it––she just needed to get over this tribulation to continue her practice of sexual decadence––abstinence! She meant abstinence. Sexual abstinence. She was not a slut, nor a whore. She was definitely not some third-rate nympho.

She was Pyrrha Nikos, celebrity and champion. She was that wholesome girl next door. She was the big sister figure on Pumpkin Pete's cereal box.

"Guhk!" Said wholesome girl next door let out a muffled squeal as she squirted all over her white sheets.

Pyrrha kept stifling her moans with the intention of not waking her slumbering teammates. She was way too horny to sleep; masturbation using her fingers also didn't seem to cut it anymore.

She needed a dick.

Jaune's big, fat dick.

It was the only way. Yes, the only way to completely get over her desire and utter need for sex. After getting her fix, she can control herself and quit it altogether for the foreseeable future. Indeed, she just needed one last hurrah. She was a strong woman, who could easily control her sexual urges. At least that was what she told herself…

"I can repress these urges…I'll be alright." she reflected, unaware of how she was making an obscene face imagining getting pounded by Jaune's meaty womb smasher. "I'll…be...alright."

Yet unbeknownst to her, Pyrrha had the subconscious and innate desire to break free; free from being famous, free from being judged. Her decision to reveal to her trainer her true identity was the highest point of a slippery slope; an unconscious choice which reflected her sincere desire.

And sooner or later, that desire would become a dream come true.

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Credit: SAZEREX