RWBY: Hunter of Huntresses; Pyrrha 3

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[Pyrrhic Addiction]

Sunday.

"Congratulations," Jaune breathed, "you did it."

Pyrrha stuck her hand out to shake her trainer's. They say that time flies when you're having fun, but the red-haired warrior found it hard to believe that it was finally the end of their final session. She smiled, grinning at Jaune with mixed emotions. She––Pyrrha Nikos, the regular girl––really liked him. Maybe it was just a schoolgirl crush, but she wanted them to be more than what they were. Alas, she was also Pyrrha Nikos, the celebrity and wholesome role model for huntresses and women all around Remnant. She may have her needs, but she also has her own fair share of responsibilities too. The spartan truly believed that she made the right call to cease contact with Jaune after this.

Yet still, she couldn't help but remember. Dragging lustful moments from her memory, her heated couplings with her bull. Pyrrha reminisced her successive orgasms, intense discharges which shook her whole soul. His big, meaty cock just pulverizing her internal organs in an ejaculatory bliss. In the shower, in the training room, in those public spaces when they went to relax; she remembered them all fondly with lewdnes.

"Thanks, Jaune." The smiling redhead released her hand from her trainer's. "It's been great working out with you."

"And it has been great working you out." Jaune smirked as he saw Pyrrha blush. "Honestly, I'm proud of you. I've never seen someone with as much self-control as you."

"Haha, right…" the warrior awkwardly chuckled.

"Seriously." the blonde continued. "Like, usually I've got bitches huffing my crotch after the first fuck like narcotics. You––you're strong, Pyr."

Pyrrha tried to erase that image the blonde had just provided her, ignoring the familiar ache radiating from her nether regions. Not now, when she was so close to quitting. "Why, thank you."

"Kudos to you." The tall blonde clapped silently. "You said you'd lessen sexual activity, and here you are. Sweaty, and only from real exercise."

The shapely woman's emerald eyes darted away to the side, an indication of her feeling of shame. She had been thinking about his cock the entire session, yearning for sex with the man. Sure, she was sweating, but so was he; and that was the inherent issue. Call it musk, call it pheromones, but a certain scent lingered throughout the room, one of Jaune's bullish manliness. Crossing her arms together under her large bust, Pyrrha tried to look as casual and unaroused as possible.

She took a deep breath. "Yes. So I suppose this is goodbye then?"

"Well, that's entirely up to you." Jaune gave her a knowing look. "If you want me, you know where to find me––here."

"And I guess you'll be handling other clients?"

"I guess. I hope I get assigned to someone big like Spruce Willis or something." The blonde flashed her a cheshire grin. "Or maybe another hottie like you."

Somewhere deep inside, Pyrrha felt a tiny bit of jealousy. She shook her head. "It's been nice knowing you, but I rather keep myself…ahem, celibate." she cleared her throat. "For now."

"Whatever, your life is yours." The buff man waved his hands in dismissal. "But before you leave, I've bought you a going-away present."

Pyrrha blinked as she watch Jaune procure something from his gym bag. "Well, that was certainly sweet of him. What could he have possibly gotten me?"

"Here." Jaune handed her a long, rectangular present, enveloped in a polka dotted gift wrap.

"What is this?" Pyrrha began tearing the wrapping off, uncovering the plastic box underneath.

"Uh, I was going to tell you what it was, and not to open it in here." the blonde said, scratching his head.

The spartan gaped as she realized that Jaune had gifted her quite a sizable dildo, one made of rubber and yellow in color. It was ten inches in length (same size as Jaune's member), with small indentations which looked like veins across the shaft. The packaging was labeled with the producer's name, Fall Manufacturing. Flashy stickers of quality-assuring phrases such as 'Extra Firm!' or 'Superior Girth Experience!' guaranteed that the buyer would have a very, very good time.

"Uh…um, thank you, I guess?" Pyrrha sputtered. "This was very…nice of you."

"I was thinking that maybe you need something to, I don't know, relax?" Jaune uncharacteristically blushed. "I thought that you would need one in your quest to stay 'celibate' as you call it. Maybe something to remember me by?"

"Right…" the red-haired huntress trailed off, eyeing the product. It certainly had the appropriate grooves and size akin to Jaune's magnum dong, and if the labels meant anything, it was that the dildo's material was one of high quality. Pyrrha had never heard of Fall Manufacturing, but it looked like this sex toy was expensive. Custom-made, even.

"If you're wondering if it's custom-made, then you're half-correct." he supplied. "I looked up the company, and it says that they do batch production. They just survey the wants of the market and produce a bunch of identical products with the qualities that people look for." Jaune continued talking as he packed his things. "This one has some metal embedded inside its shaft for extra firmness. In your case, I was thinking maybe your Semblance could allow you to get creative."

"Huh, that was surprisingly thoughtful." Pyrrha mused. "Though, I'm certain that it costed him quite a lot of Lien. These items could be surprisingly expensive."

"Do you want a paper bag, or something?" the blonde suddenly asked.

"Huh?" the huntress dumbly responded. "Pardon?"

"To, uh, well." Jaune gave her an awkward frown. "I don't recommend you carrying a ten-incher packaged in a transparent box in public, that's all."

A brief silence followed his statement before Pyrrha sighed. "Yes, please get me a paper bag."

=––=

Monday.

Sparks flew as sharpened blades fiercely collided with each other. Metallic clangs echoed throughout Beacon's amphitheater, as two huntresses faced off. Glynda Goodwitch's class was currently in session, and the non-participating students watched the two combatants fight each other on the platform.

Pyrrha huffed as she defended against Ruby's swings, the silver-eyed huntress' speed allowing her to get multiple hits on Pyrrha with her scythe. The spartan carefully watched the reaper's motions, analyzing her pattern of movement. Finally, the taller woman threw her shield in a particular direction, allowing it to bounce off Ruby's weapon and making her yelp. With a tackle, Pyrrha disarmed her friend and pointed her bronze spear onto the girl's throat.

"And that's the match." Glynda Goodwitch stepped in, her high heels clacking on the tiled platform. "While I commend Ms. Rose for her brilliant usage of her Semblance––and footwork––I would also like to recommend you to maintain focus, Ms. Nikos." The blonde woman shifted her weight onto one side, putting her hand on her waspy waist. "You could have easily one this match, yet its outcome was prolonged simply because you missed several opportunities to counterattack. Though I do not know what distracted you, I suggest you keep your head in the game in future matches."

The aforementioned huntress sucked in a breath. "Thank you, professor."

"Aww, I almost got her…" Ruby initially whined, before she noticed Glynda approach her. "Eep!"

"As for you Ms. Rose," the school's bodacious disciplinarian continued, "try not to let your surprise take control of you. You may be a prodigy, but skills and Semblances mean nothing during panic."

"Yes, Professor Goodwitch…" The crimsonette pouted as she turned away from her instructor's glare.

The heeled blonde woman seemed to accept her response. "Good. Class dismissed. We'll continue this tomorrow." She waited for most of the students to leave, before turning to Pyrrha. "Ms. Nikos? A word in my office, please."

The silent redhead followed the mature woman to her personal office, taking a seat in front of the room's sole desk. Glynda sat down as well, lowering herself onto the velvet office chair.

"Ms. Nikos, do you have any idea why I've called you here?"

Pyrrha gulped. "Is it because of the food fight at the cafeteria?"

"No, that matter has already been settled by the headmaster." the bespectacled adult said. "You children should consider yourselves lucky."

"Then why have I been called here?"

"Ms. Nikos," the blonde spoke, "I've noticed your performance lately. While it isn't apparent to the common spectator, a more experienced huntress such as myself could easily tell that you aren't at the top of your game. You've been taking longer to defeat your fellow classmates who––let's be honest here––are certainly not on your level."

"I––I understand, Professor Goodwitch." Pyrrha steadily replied.

"Do you really?" The older woman leaned back onto her chair, her clothed titties jiggling a bit. Glynda had a bigger pair on her chest than any student, her mammaries being a classic example of the fully ripened fruits belonging to a mature, female body. "If you keep being distracted during your matches, your more competent classmates will leave you in the dust. Ms. Xiao-Long and Ms. Valkyrie are prime examples."

"I'm sorry for my performance, professor." Pyrrha suppressed an urge to growl. Instead, she cracked a smile and responded respectfully. "I'll do better and improve myself."

Glynda Goodwitch continued to train her gaze on the redhead before sighing. "I see. Then, you are dismissed. I look forward to seeing your exceptional performance return. After all, I want you at your best during the Vytal Festival; I've got a good feeling that you will be instrumental in our victory this year."

Pyrrha brightened up as she heard this. "Thank you, Ms. Goodwitch."

As Pyrrha exited the room, she came face-to-face with a waiting Yang Xiao-Long. The busty bombshell wore a smirk on her face, wagging her eyebrows.

"Ooh, looks like someone got in trouble~!" Yang said. "Come on, P-money. What's the sitch?"

"There is no 'sitch', Yang." Pyrrha rolled her eyes at her friend's antics. "Professor Goodwitch just gave me some pep talk. I've been slipping up lately, anyway."

"Damn, really?" The lilac-eyed huntress whistled as she turned to walk side-by-side with the red-haired warrior. "I never would have thought that 2G was the type to do that."

"2G?" Pyrrha raised an eyebrow. "That's new. Is that your nickname for Professor Goodwitch?"

"Yeah." The buxom huntress put her arms up, holding her hands well apart. "I mean, don't you see the size of her two melons? Totally G-cups."

"I was thinking that the 2G came from her initials, but okay."

"Oh, that too. See? The nickname fits her perfectly! I'm pretty sure the guys our age talk about her mega-milkers too."

"Meanwhile, you sound like a dirty old man." The spartan chuckled. Although happy that she made friends at Beacon, Pyrrha was still adjusting to their eccentricities. Nora was the best example of such, with Yang being a close second. "Though I'm pretty sure guys our age talk about our chests more often."

Pyrrha said goodbye to Yang as soon as she reached Team JNPR's dorm room. Entering it, she noticed her teammates' absence and immediately rushed into her bathroom. She shed her armor, revealing her taut figure which was clothed in nothing but black lace underwear. She had taken Jaune's advice and bought something flashier, discarding her eggshell bras and opting to wear something more mature. Undoing the black clasp, she let her dark bra fall to free her own pair of melons. After pulling her panties down to her ankles and stepping out of them, she entered the shower and twisted the metal shower control knob.

Using her control over polarity, she brought out the dildo Jaune had given her. Letting warm water beat down on her body, she proceeded to insert the toy phallus inside her using nothing but her Semblance. Her sharp moan was drowned out by the sound of water hitting the tiled shower floor, the woman forcing all ten inches inside her hole. The artificial cock rubbed her insides, grinding and turning while still deep inside her warm snatch.

Continuing her usage of her own Semblance, Pyrrha squealed as she felt the rubber member thrust against her cervix. She had to thank Jaune for the gift––it made masturbation much more…fulfilling, now that her hands were free to fondle and rub her own tits. Her supple fingers traced themselves across her bountiful titty meat, circling around her areola and nipples.

Pyrrha leaned her head back onto the wall, scrunching her eyes shut as she felt the rubber toy brush up against her g-spot. She knew that she said that she would refrain from any sort of acts, but life without Jaune was tough. Pyrrha Nikos was someone who needed a good dicking every now and then, but after getting dicked down by Jaune Arc she became someone who needed a good dicking much more often. She needed a big, fat cock which nailed all of her sweet spots. An adequately-sized dildo was certainly useful, but the curvaceous woman noticed the object's lack of life.

It wasn't warm like Jaune's.

It didn't throb like Jaune's.

Most importantly, it didn't have the same masculine stench like Jaune's.

She sighed as she felt some juices discharge in her lower regions. This dildo was the closest thing she had to the real specimen, so it would have to do. It had been more than a week since her last session with Jaune, and it was accurate to say that she was experiencing some withdrawal symptoms. Pyrrha used her Semblance to accelerate the toy phallus' thrusts, mewling as she used one hand to knead her large breast and the other to rub the top portion of her needy vagina.

The yearnful redhead closed her eyes, imagining Jaune's tall, buff form appearing before her. She visualized the blonde's titanic member, a girthy python swinging between his legs. It was her object of fantasy and arousal, long and hard enough to wreck the holes of a common woman. It was evolutionarily superior with the intent to breed bitches, its generous length perfect enough to reach a female's cervix for point-blank insemination.

Jaune Arc was the perfect specimen and example of the male gender, the straw-haired man wielding strong arms and a lean yet muscular frame. His very odor oozed a certain scent which flipped her arousal switch. His height and demeanor during their 'sessions' were key factors which cemented Pyrrha's inclination to being a bottom during sex. Few men were taller than her. She had truly lucked out when she was fucked by the blonde bull; he was able to dominate her, and it felt amazingly exhilarating. Merely remembering his nude, sweat-covered, glistening complexion was enough to excite her. Stroking his lubricated cock, lapping up his cum, watching something so incredibly big burrow inside her; all of these thoughts, coupled with the blonde stallion's cheeky grin turned her on.

As the dildo flew in and out of her pussy, Pyrrha felt her orgasm creep up in her lower mouth. The stiff rubber sausage was made to piston itself even faster, the toy moving erratically due to the Semblance user herself being affected by its movements. She made the inner metal structure vibrate, making it send pleasurable seizures to her nerves. Pyrrha spread her legs a bit more, allowing her to feel the on-and-off friction generated by the dildo's texture inside her meat pouch. She raised her hips and shuddered as the phallic object hit her cervix at an angle, eliciting another prolonged groan.

The needy huntress imagined Jaune fucking her, ramming his thick dick into her pussy. She fantasized him going all animal on her, driven by the urge to knock her up. She wanted to be his mate––no, his bitch. Pyrrha wanted to be more than just a romantic lover, she wanted to be his call-on whore. The moaning redhead pictured the well-hung blonde hammering his bloated endowment into her tight snatch, wanting to breach her womb and pour his DNA into her.

"Fuck yeah, bitch. Do you like that?" she imagined him saying. "You're such a sexy fuck, firecrotch. Get ready to be pregnant with my baby, slut. I'm about to knock you up!"

"Yes, yes, YES!" She came loudly, expressing her great ejaculation with a audible cry. "JAUUUUNE!"

Pyrrha squirted, making her lose control of her ability. The dildo shot out of her pussy and into the tiled shower wall, cracking a tile. She slid down to sit on the floor, leaning her back onto the wall behind her. She took deep breaths, exhaling as if she just fought through a pack of Ursai.

A muffled voice called out to her. "Pyrrha? Are you okay?"

The recently-orgasmed woman panicked a bit, recognizing the concerned voice of her partner. "I––I'm fine!"

"Are you sure?" Joan called out from outside. "I thought you called for my name."

"No––I just heard you come into the room." Pyrrha said. "I was wondering if that was you."

"Oh, okay." her partner replied. "Well, I'm going to use the shower after you." A short pause followed. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes, yes. I'm fine. I just kicked the wall by accident." the spartan lied. "You'll notice a crack on one of the tiles. It shouldn't be a problem though."

"Welp, that's a shame." Joan seemed satisfied with her reply. "We can always report it to maintenance to have it fixed."

Pyrrha merely sat on the wet shower floor, wondering to herself if she could ever truly conquer the urge.

=––=

Saturday.

Team JNPR sat together at a local diner in Vale, one which served what Nora called 'Almost-Ren pancakes'. While said ginger-haired girl was eagerly eating a stack of said pancakes, her fellow teammates were eating other foodstuffs, such as bacon, burgers, and milkshakes. They were supposed to be meeting with Team RWBY today, something they regularly did when the academy gave them immense amounts of homework. Study groups like these were an integral part of any school, and the two Beacon teams were using such sessions to bond.

Click, click. Click, click.

"Huh, that's weird." Joan looked from side to side. "Normally Weiss wouldn't let anyone on her team be late for anything."

Click, click. Click, click. Click, click.

"Maybe they forgot?" Nora supplied.

Click-click. Click-click. Click-click. Click-click.

"We have these almost every week, Nora." Ren softly stated. "I'm pretty sure they wouldn't forget."

CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK––!

"Whatever, how 'bout we start––uh, Pyrrha?" the blonde huntress blinked at her partner. "What are you doing?"

Said huntress had been absent-mindedly capping and uncapping her ballpoint pen repeatedly, creating shifting, clicking noises as she did so. With one hand holding the cap and the other holding the shaft, she created a set of penetrating, thrusting motions with her writing instrument. Her gaze was unfocused, eyeing the pen's successive re-entries over and over. Ultimately, it was Nora who snapped Pyrrha out of her funk.

"Hello!?" The ginger's shrill voice rang through the spartan's ears. "Remnant to Pyrrha! You there?"

"Oh––I'm sorry!" Pyrrha responded in a surprised manner. "I was just…bored, that's all. Aren't they taking too long?"

"I guess they are." Ren's pink irises trailed to the left. "Actually, I see Blake and Yang walking in right now."

Team JNPR turned to look in the direction of their two fellow Beacon students, both of them carrying their assigned homework. The ravenette and the blonde both sat down on the unoccupied table across the only full team present, with Yang propping herself down next to Pyrrha on the couch.

"Sorry for being late." Blake said, tucking a dark strand of hair behind her ear. "Ruby said something came up, and Weiss decided to join her."

"Yeah, what the pussycat said." Yang grunted as her partner threw her a distasteful look. "I wish they told us earlier, though. Otherwise we wouldn't have waited for them for so long. Looks like they're both going to be busy for a while."

"Whatever." Joan said. "We're all just here to copy from Weiss or Ren's answers, so let's just get on with it~"

The stoic martial artist groaned as all the girls huddled around his notebook, the huntsman himself perplexed as to why he was the only male amongst the two teams.

=––=

Back at Beacon, Pyrrha once again found herself furiously masturbating to get herself off. Yet, for some reason, she was unable to do so. She had spent thirty whole minutes in the shower, trying everything to get herself off. She had failed to orgasm after a lengthy session with her dildo, and she had failed to get off from frigging herself using her fingers. Pyrrha Nikos paled, realizing that this had meant one thing: she had already acclimatized to the dildo Jaune bought her. It has been nearly two weeks from when she last saw him, and even longer from when she got fucked by him.

Her mons was tinged with red, and while it was lubed up and moist, it was far from any feeling of release. The Nikos woman cursed inwardly, her mind partially panicked and partially enraged. She wanted to get off. She wanted to fucking squirt. Yet for some reason, the dildo she had been using to quell her nymphomania ceased to do it for her. She tried using her Semblance to pump the dildo even deeper inside her, making it brutally punch her cervix. The spartan tried to roughen up her vag to no avail. After careful reflection, the redhead understood one thing: she was no longer satisfied with the synthetic dick.

Not only had Jaune Arc ruined her for other men, he had also ruined her for dildos as well. A dildo wouldn't do it for her anymore. She cautiously pulled the rubber phallus out of her dripping vagina. She ran her fingers upon the toy's impressive length, stroking its wet, girthy shaft. Sure, it was big, thick, and well-crafted product. But honestly? It was disappointing. Pyrrha felt that the dildo was farther from the real thing than Remnant was from the moon. It was artificial––in other words, lifeless and dead. It wouldn't throb in arousal. Its veins wouldn't swell with power. It did not look as menacing or intimidating as Jaune's actual man meat. No, this fake penis did not command an aura of virility at all. The rubber member was constantly firm and hard, depriving the poor redhead of the suspense and awe of watching a large cock pulse with life as it grew erect. Finally, this substitute was not equipped with tangerine-sized testicles which allowed it to pump her womb full of Jaune's thick, superior seed.

"Fuck it." she whispered to herself. If she can't get off, then she won't try anymore. It was what she was aiming for, anyway. This feeling of withdrawal was surely just another bump in the road. She just needed to return to her pre-Jaune self, where she rarely masturbated and never distractedly thought of Jaune's massive breeding knob.

Yes, this was a test of her resolve.

=––=

Wednesday.

To feel a bit hot under the collar was an understatement. Day in, day out, Pyrrha Nikos had tried to overcome her thoughts of Jaune's bullish form and hung dick. Currently, she was sitting in Professor––rather, Doctor Oobleck's history class. While normally she fought off drowsiness during the bespectacled man's lessons, this time she was fighting off the urge to finger herself right then and there. Crossed her legs, trying to ignore the feeling of warmth in her loins. Her snatch had been constantly drooling for the past few days, acting like a clogged, leaky pipe. When she went to work with it, she found no release. When she ignored it, she found an near-unbearable sensation of horniness.

What the actual fuck.

She began having erotic dreams at night. The emerald-eyed warrior frequently had the same nightly ones––a dream in which a large, blonde man with a huge cock had forced her on all fours, her big tits hanging loose. Pyrrha dreamed that her blonde lover would line up his large penis in front of her hungry pussy, and begin giving it the rough loving it craved. She would moan as her dream lover's massive and weighty cockhead kissed her cervix repeatedly, the submissive woman pushing back as the hung man pushed forward into her.

He would fucked her hard and long, her massive breasts swaying like cow udders underneath her. She would be in total ecstasy as the man began to grow a little bigger inside her, indicating his coming release. She would cry out in joy and kiss her lover, feeling his cock fill her insides with gallons of semen. Pyrrha had several dreams with this scenario, the only difference between them being the positions they would take. It wouldn't take a dream analyzer to decipher any subconscious symbolisms within her dream, because Pyrrha knew all too well what her body was telling her to do: hop right back on Jaune's dick.

To the outside world, it would seem that Pyrrha Nikos was fighting against sleep with her half-lidded eyes. However, these were not eyes of drowsiness, but of lust. These were bedroom eyes, sultry orbs indicating a fuckable female's need for a good pounding. Her breathing became a bit erratic as she felt the urges once more. Shit.

Her scroll beeped. She glanced at it, seeing a notification of a message sent by Yang.

Y: Hey r u free later

Pyrrha raised an eyebrow and looked at Yang from across the lecture hall. The blonde's head was on the table, seemingly asleep. The spartan texted her friend back.

P: I guess. I've got nothing better to do, anyway.

Y: I just wanna chat w u :)

P: Why?

Y: U look down all the time

P: I'm fine, don't worry.

Y: No ur not

Pyrrha sighed. She wasn't getting out of this, was she? Whatever. It's not like Yang has ever meant anyone any ill-intent.

P: Ok then. Where?

Y: RWBY dorm after class

"Ms. Nikos, may I inquire what exactly are you doing in my class?"

The redheaded spartan gave Bartholomew Oobleck a surprised look. "Uh, nothing. Nothing, professor––I mean, doctor!"

"Put your scroll away then."

As the messy-haired man turned around to continue his rapid lecture, Pyrrha threw a glare at Yang, only to find the blonde still maintaining her sleeping position.

What the actual fuck.

As class ended, Pyrrha began exiting the hall and going in the direction of the dorms. Just when she thought that her day couldn't get any more annoying (like the throb in her vag), she found Cardin Winchester blocking her way.

"Hey." he greeted smugly.

Pyrrha rolled her eyes. While the bully was an incessant flirt, she could tell that his pick-up lines were immature and ultimately childish. Unlike him, she was no virgin. She wasn't a regular teenager who was unsure of sex. She was Pyrrha Maiden-be-damned Nikos, and she was the alpha bitch who fucked enough celebs that her own agency had to step in.

She ignored him, attempting to walk past him when he placed a hand on her shoulder. Cocky shit.

"Oh, come on. Don't be like that." he quipped. "Hey, I read a tabloid rumor about you. Says that you're the type to spread her legs––ARRRGGH!"

The huntsman screamed the last bit as Pyrrha threw him to the nearby wall. She gripped him by the collar, much like how Cardin himself would do to another student. She craned her neck forward a bit, whispering into his ear.

"Get away from me," she seethed, "before I turn your four-incher into a no-incher. That's right, we all know. Girls have locker room talk too." Pyrrha glared at him maniacally, her pent-up state making her irritable as of late. "Stay away, and don't let me catch you dicking around, or else the whole school will know about your tiny pecker. Also, I'll choose you to be my opponent every time we have combat class. You wouldn't like to be a frequent visitor to the infirmary, would you?"

Cardin could only nod rapidly in fear as Pyrrha's grip tightened the pull of the brown-haired student's necktie. Ah, the perks of the Beacon uniform. So easy to commit strangulation. She released her hold on him, letting him slump down onto the floor. She was very, very annoyed right now. First her needs, now this prick. Lockers rattled as she walked past some, her Semblance reflecting her current emotional state. She passed by a certain clique of students, ones who expressed their freedom by dressing sluttily, dyeing their hair brightly, and actually spreading their legs open like a convenience store. These tan individuals wore heavy makeup, and wore shorter skirts than what is allowed by regulation.

Pyrrha clicked her tongue. Cardin had read a tabloid about her spreading her legs, now did he? Fuck that. She wasn't a hoe. She didn't spread her legs for anyone and everyone who wanted a go at her. She was a woman of power and success. Her muscled physique combined with her shapely assets made her someone worth of admiration. Her amazing figure made her one of the most beautiful huntresses at Beacon.

Yet, she couldn't help but envy those who had the luxury of sleeping around.

Pushing these thoughts back, the leggy redhead reached Team RWBY's dorm room, opening it to find only Yang inside. The brawler was reclining on her bed, shoes off and using her scroll. Pyrrha sat herself down on the foot of the blonde's bed.

"Bad week?"

Pyrrha frowned at what Yang said. "I suppose you could say that, yes."

"Tell me all about it, then." the lounging huntress said. "It might as well make you feel less grouchy, anyway."

"I am not––argh, whatever." the redhead grumbled irritably. "Look Yang, if this is going to turn into some sort of therapy session, I'd much rather go out and train some more."

"You're not on your period, are you?"

"No, I'm most definitely not." Pyrrha stood up, beginning to exit the room. "I'm leaving."

"Well fine, then." Yang said. "Just go and do someone other than Jaune."

"Yes, of course––what?" The redhead paused near the doorframe. "What did you say?"

Yang flashed her a shit-eating grin. "I said 'go and do someone other than Jaune'. What's up, P-money?"

"I never told you his first name…" Pyrrha's eyes widened. "You know him."

"Oh, not really. Joan told me." The blonde's grin grew as she heard metal objects begin rattling inside the room.

"Bullshit." The amazon's mood had shifted into something unfamiliarly explosive. "We both know that Joan doesn't like talking about her family. I was the one who told you my trainer's relation to Joan. But I never told you his name."

"Bingo!" Yang exclaimed. "Contestant Nikos has hit the jackpot!"

"Don't play games with me, you slut." Pyrrha uncharacteristically sneered. "How do you know Jaune?"

"That isn't the right question, honestly." The brawler wore a smug grin on her face as she stretched. The blonde's double-D's jiggled on her chest, the outline of her titties being made more prominent due to the movement. "Here's the right question: who else knows Jaune?"

=––=

"Ah, ahn, yes! Give me that big dick, daddy~!" Ruby Rose was riding Jaune's cock with gusto. The crimsonette was shaking her hips widely, as if she were a cowgirl riding a bucking bronco––an equestrian figure of speech which was appropriate for the occasion.

The silver-eyed huntress had her legs spread, the slender soles of her feet planted firmly onto the cushiony mattress. Her legs were doing all the work, as she used her quadriceps and hamstrings powering her riding. She was a well-trained huntress, which lead to the formation of her athletic physique. Although she was supposed to be using her firm muscles for battles against the Grimm, no one would have ever suspected the fifteen-year-old to maximize her 'gains' for wild, rough sex.

"Wha––what the fuck!" Ruby gasped as Jaune promptly gave her pussy one upward thrust, hitting the far end of her birth canal. The jailbait huntress squirted, staining the sheets below her with even more fluids. Her face contorted strangely, electricity coursing through her veins. Half-scrunch and half-goofy smile, her tongue lolled out as her brows furrowed in pleasure. Her silver orbs shot up, giving her an unfocused, cross-eyed look.

The cock-drunk teen fell forward, her golden stallion pulling out before she hit the mattress, face-first. She slumped down, torso to the mattress with her ass up. While the woman had pale (yet sometimes eerie), succulent skin, her buttocks were stained with shades of pink and red.

Jaune gave the fucked-silly woman one last slap on her ass, watching her fair-skinned rump jiggle a bit. It wasn't as big and bouncy as Blake's or Yang's, but the Arc was sure that Ruby would grow to be a fine fuckable specimen of the female gender in time.

"Take five, champ." he said, kneeling up on his bed. His cock still hung erect, jutting outwards and pointing at his next mate, who was sitting on the chair across him.

Weiss Schnee had been holding her scroll up, recording the whole process of intercourse between her partner and her call-on bull. She was in her academy uniform, though it could be noted that she had pulled her pearl-colored panties to the side and pleasured herself with one hand. Her flawless skin was coated in a little sweat, the heiress expressing her lust as she let out soft, hot breaths.

"Finally," she said, "I was wondering how much longer I had to wait."

"You'll wait as long as I fucking want, slut." Jaune gruffly replied, with Weiss merely giggled in response. The old her would start a verbal argument with anyone who slighted her, yet when Jaune called her derogatory terms like 'slut' or 'whore' or even 'Schnee fuck meat', her vagina couldn't help but shudder in arousal. The white-haired huntress walked over to the bed, joining her blonde lover after she stopped the video she was filming on her scroll.

"Yes, I'm your slut, Jaune." she cooed. "So what exactly are you going to do to me?"

"Who knows?" The blonde Arc flashed her a smile as he pulled her over possessively, both of them kneeling on top of the sheet-covered mattress. There was a significant size difference, as the male was made to look even bigger due to his muscular frame. He towered over Weiss' petite and nubile form, fondling her pert breasts with his large, warm hands.

Weiss let out a slight moan as she felt her sensitive nubs harden, her male lover giving her the same amount of loving as he would to larger titties. Slowly, his caresses on her shoulder travelled downwards, till his touched reached her scrumptious, heart-shaped buttocks. It was for sure a firm and round booty, something which was rarely found on a ballerina-esque figure.

Manly hands squeezed her round derriere, his hands going under her skirt to let meaty fingers sink into the aristocrat's royal rump. Blake's and Yang's both had asses which were excessively explosive, large behinds which one would love to get lost in. Weiss on the other hand had a thick, apple-bottomed ass which men would simply love to utterly wreck and destroy.

Picking up Weiss' scroll, the blonde-haired man opened the camera application. As Jaune craned his neck downwards to lay a trail of kisses on her neck, he whispered into her ear.

"Bend over, rich bitch. I'll make you do things that'll make your douche daddy disown you."

Weiss felt like melting at his voice. She had already turned around, ready for her lover in a doggystyle position. "And what kind of things will you make do?"

With a robotic bleep, Jaune began recording. "Howl like a horned-up Faunus, for one."

=––=

"Augh, uhn, ahn, agh! Fuck my tight little asshole, Jaune. Fuck me, fuck me, keep fucking me!"

"Damn, Ice Queen's probably gonna feel the gape for a few days."

Pyrrha's was transfixed by what she saw on Yang's phone. The video showed what most people would otherwise call 'fake' or 'exaggerated'. Jaune's large member was brutally thrusting in and out of Weiss' tight bumhole, which was a very unbelievable sight to see given how big the blonde stallion's cock was.

"By Oum." Pyrrha breathed. "When was this?"

"When do you think?" Yang shrugged. "When exactly were Ruby and Weiss not with our gang?"

The spartan gulped. It must have been that Saturday, when they were supposed to have a inter-team study session. The reason why they didn't show up was because they were busy getting railed and sawed by Jaune's titanic organ. Pyrrha couldn't blame them; she wanted in on the fun too.

The redhead couldn't tear her eyes away from the scroll of her fellow busty huntress. She watched in awe from the scroll camera's point-of-view, getting a front-row seat to a show which was entirely composed of Weiss' ass bounce on a thick, girthy dick. The poor girl (lucky bitch) had her anus rawed, the scroll video showing Jaune have one large palm holding the woman's waist as he pulled her towards himself to get even deeper inside her guts.

Pyrrha noticed something as the dim video became a little brighter due to exposure. "Wait, is that a––?"

"Tramp stamp? Yeah, Weiss is kinky like that." Yang supplied. On the Schnee heiress' lower back was a dark blue tattoo, which composed of two crescents on top of a snowflake. Pyrrha recognized the two emblems––the former was the same pattern on Joan's shield, while the latter was Weiss' family crest.

"It's like he branded her…" Pyrrha muttered, unable to draw her eyes away from the sight of her fellow Beacon student being rammed in the ass.

"That's just how Weiss likes it, I guess." the lilac-eyed woman absently said. "She gets off knowing how despite the fact that she owns a fuckton of stuff, she herself is owned by someone else."

Weiss' screams were getting increasingly louder, to Pyrrha's shock. The one person she considered even more polite than herself was Weiss, and said person was shouting profanities and other decadent terms. A long silence between the two shapely teens followed, as Pyrrha watched the video to its conclusion. It ended with a large cumshot bathing the Schnee's curvy buttocks, shooting semen up the woman's back and partially obscuring her tramp stamp.

Finally, the spartan spoke. "Who else?"

"From what I know?" Yang hummed. "My whole team, you, as well as Coco and Velvet. I don't know if he's getting it on with people other than us. He probably is, especially with that dick."

Slowly, Pyrrha sat up from Yang's bed and slowly made her way to the door. She exited the room quietly, uttering no further words.

Yang snorted. "Good talk."

=––=

Thursday.

To say that Pyrrha was a tiny bit on the edge would be an understatement. Her entire team had noticed her demeanor, as the redhead started to snap at people. They were under the impression that she was stressed out, as she still did some gigs for her agency on the side. Goodwitch was satisfied with her current battle results, though Pyrrha had to admit that she was feeling the added struggle of conscious mental focusing during fights.

Nora had called her out on it, though the Valkyrie had made it abundantly clear that Pyrrha should be the one to solve her own problems. A sensible outburst from the ginger-haired huntress stunned her entire lunch table, most of them just shocked that a meaningful and non-hyperactive statement came out of her mouth. This mood was then broken after Nora went to eat another fat stack of pancakes.

Pyrrha remained lost in thought as she strode down the pavement. It was late in the afternoon, and the woman had found herself walking towards Platinum Gym. She did not want to fuck Jaune, she wanted him to fuck her. The difference? Pyrrha rather not admit to him that she was hopelessly obsessing over his magnificent stud cock. That's right, she had her own pride to maintain. She was used to older men in her industry falling for her seductive wiles; and who would say no to a body like hers? If sex were to be an option, she wanted him to beg for it. She would never plead to the blonde stud for his big, fat dong.

As she approached, Pyrrha saw Jaune's familiar silhouette emerge from the gym. Perfect.

Jaune turned around, noticing Pyrrha's approach. Not uttering a word, he waited for Pyrrha to get closer. She was dressed in her uniform, evidently making her way down to the gym straight from Beacon. The blonde licked his lips, greatly appreciating how the woman's bust was being accentuated by her dark brown blazer. To top it off, she wore dark red stockings over her muscled, thick thighs. Nice.

She got closer to him. "Jaune," she began, "it's been a long––mmf!"

The aforementioned stud pulled the redhead into his strong embrace, pressing her luscious body against his rigid and toned frame. Leaning his head forward, giving her a heavy and impassioned kiss. Pyrrha squirmed, but found that she couldn't get out of his strong grip. Mere seconds later she relaxed, feeling enamored by their heated oral joining.

She eased in, melting into his warmer, larger body––one which also had a certain odor that implied his own physical workout. The stink coupled with the warmth of his toned physique made Pyrrha forget all her plans: the preservation of her pride, for one. Her legs went weak, causing her knees to buckle slightly.

After nearly a minute, Jaune pulled away from her. Pyrrha had a dazed expression, her face flushed from their amorous act. Her breathing erratic, she took audible breaths. The kiss left her dripping wet, pushing her into a state of arousal which she had not felt in days. Jaune's kiss relaxed her fully, and left her aching for more.

"Hello, Pyr." Jaune greeted. "Are you relaxed now?"

"How did you, huff, how did you know?" Pyrrha tried to catch her breath, her bountiful chest heaving inside her white dress shirt. "How did you know I needed that?"

"Hey, I know what women usually want. I could tell that you wanted––no, needed some warm, tender loving right now." Jaune gave her a sultry grin. "Being able to figure his woman out without being told is a man's responsibility."

"Oh, dust~!" Pyrrha inwardly squealed. "He's perfect. He's a real man. He knows what I want, and what I need. I love him, I love him, I really do~!"

"But let's pretend I don't know what you want." Jaune started. "Tell me, Pyr," he said, with one manly palm moving down to grip her ass through her stockings, "what do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me again." Any prior thought of conserving her pride was thrown out the window. "Please. I, I'll beg. I'll beg on my hands and knees."

"Ding, ding!" the blonde exclaimed. "That's correct. But you don't need to beg, Pyr. You just have to answer this one last question."

The blonde dramatically paused, as if he were the host of a game show.

"What do you need?"

The woman stood still, smiling lovingly at the blonde and admiring his features. She was ready to do anything he asked, and she knew the exact response that he was looking for from her. Her loins were all heated up. She opened her mouth to speak.

"I need your cock." she said, almost hypnotically. "I need your big, fat, meaty cock. I need the stink of your large manly balls. I need your thick, creamy semen inside my mouth, and inside my tight, slutty pussy."

"Correct." A slow grin spread across Jaune's face. He had her, and all that was left was to break her. He was used to breaking the tightest bitches, both literally and figuratively. Some of them were more prudish, more dominant, or more in control of their urges. It took patience, careful planning, several different cues, and more than just his big dick to get them hooked on him. For now, he'll wait just a little longer to let her arousal ripen.

"Please, I need it now~" she whined, "Jaune, please fuck me~"

"Are you free on Saturday?"

"No. I, I have a field trip coming up." Pyrrha gulped at his look. "It's a Beacon-sponsored trip to a Grimm-infested area. All the teams––including mine––are going to train at that one place."

"Try again, Pyrrha." The redhead winced as Jaune closed in on her. He rarely called her by her first name. "Are you free on Saturday?"

"Y––yes." she replied. What was she doing? This isn't like her. She wasn't one of those students who played hooky. "Yes, I am."

"Good." Jaune's bright grin erased all of her worries. "How long will the other students be away?"

"The whole weekend. They depart on Friday, before noon, and they will return on Monday, some time in the afternoon."

"Perfect. Your weekend's free, and so is mine. We'll fuck non-stop." Pyrrha shuddered in anticipation as she heard that. "I'll send you details later. See you later, Pyr."

And just like that, the two teens both looked forward to their weekend.

=––=

Friday.

Pyrrha waited outside a local love hotel. She had written her own excuse letter and feigned sickness, something which was quite believable considering how she was lately. Goodwitch believed it, and so did her team. While both parties expressed disappointment at her withdrawal from the field trip, no one was too dissatisfied. After all, the trip was supposed to serve as an immersive training exercise for students. Pyrrha Nikos lacked no training whatsoever, and the administration had been lenient in accepting her excused absence.

Jaune had sent messages to her scroll yesterday, ones which gave her instructions for their weekend plans. The first message detailed the location of their rendezvous, an establishment called The Heart, as well as their proposed meet-up time. She was told to meet him in front of the building at 10:00pm, seven minutes from now. Pyrrha looked around, finding the proposed venue's immediate surroundings consisting of bars, nightclubs, and other rather seedy places. Old grandmas would frown and shake their heads grumpily if they knew that their granddaughters were out downtown a this time of the night. The spartan knew her mother would probably be concerned, as the people traversing down the pavement at this time included tired office workers, college students out for some fun, drunk groups of friends, and scantily-clad prostitutes who were looking for their customers.

"Hey there, broad. How much for ya?"

The Nikos woman had to choke back a retort, one regarding her irritation as well as her shame. It was the seventh time someone hollered at her in the last five minutes. Men who walked past her either averted their gaze or wolf-whistled. Although she felt quite annoyed at some advances, who could blame the men? She was prime and nubile, with a shapely body which featured a bit of firmness from her muscles. Couple that with the otherwise seedy location and her current attire, she had to bite back a rude reply as she was seen as a common skank whoring herself out for the night.

Jaune's second message had detailed the attire he wanted to see her in. While Pyrrha was not a big fan of dressing up, she felt compelled to follow her bull's orders. She wore clothes which came from a package Jaune had sent to Beacon, addressed to her name. Currently, the redhead wore a black, strapless micro minidress which had a skirt so short that it covered only a little bit more than the top quarter of her thighs. In theory, this dress was supposed to merely be provocative––women her age and older would wear this when out clubbing for a night of fun. However, the dress was made from a faux-leather material which emphasized the redhead's curves nicely, particularly her butt and thighs.

As an athletic woman, thick thighs were a given, however she also happened to have a nice taut butt which looked increasingly spankable as it was obscured by her dress. The garment's material hugged her thighs sensually, making her large ass extremely pronounced as it bulged from the leather-like texture. Pyrrha was rather thankful that the dress Jaune had given her wasn't low-cut, as the blonde probably knew when he was taking something too far. This was something she welcomed, as she was too used to being instructed by marketing departments to wear dresses which showed her deep cleavage to the public.

Another key feature of her dark dress was its laced-up design on both her sides, with criss-crossing fabrics teasingly revealing her skin from the hem of the dress to the area just below her bust. The crisp garment hugged all her sexy points, from her large boobs to her slender waist, all the way to her A-class booty and her thunder thighs. The rest of her attire made her to look slutty; she wore a black cotton choker on her neck, one with a shiny green print which spelled out the word 'goddess'. Additionally, Jaune sent her a snow-white coat with a fur collar for her to wear, as well as a pair of fuck-me heels.

Pyrrha herself had opted to go out without her trademark bronze circlet, trying not to look like herself. She wore her hair down from its usual ponytail, allowing her beautiful red locks to flow down her back wavily. A few curling strands of her bright crimson hair partially obscured half her face, and the huntress had chosen to wear a pair of sunglasses. Jaune's third message had instructed her to apply the makeup he sent her accordingly, which the woman obediently followed. She applied smoky green eyeshadow, as well as dark scarlet lipstick to make her lips look full and kissable. Putting all of these fashion factors together solidified her sexual, fuckable image.

"Yo, Pyr. You came here early."

The aforementioned woman looked up to see her ex-trainer, formerly ex-lover and only bull in her life.

Jaune Arc, wearing a white button-up polo which had the first two buttons from his collar undone. The garment's long sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, a casual look which matched the man's beige jeans. If Pyrrha's own dress highlighted her curves and breedable femininity, Jaune's choice in attire highlighted his muscles and dominant masculinity. The red-haired huntress felt her womb ache as she looked down at the blonde's jeans, skinny and totally emphasizing a noticeable bulge down the side of his thigh. She licked her lips, like the whore she was dressed as, eyeing the hidden magnum which would fulfill the throbbing ache inside her womb.

"Did I make you wait?" the blonde asked.

"Not for too long." Pyrrha shook her head. "Though I came early enough to have a bunch of men make a pass at me."

Jaune frowned. "Really?"

Pyrrha inwardly smiled. A jealous Jaune was a rough-fucking dominant Jaune. He may have her hooked on his dick, but she picked up a few things about him from their time together.

"Oh, yeah." She smiled, beginning to talk in a seductive tone. "A couple of old men, a few handsome twenty-year-olds. I was tempted to let them have a go at me if you were any later~"

"Is that so?" Jaune smiled back at her, wolfishly grinning as he caught on to she was doing. "Well, let's head inside, shall we? We wouldn't want you to steal customers from the hard-working whores around the block."

With a giggle, Pyrrha walked side-by-side with the golden-haired adonis, her own personal hunk for the night. The man walked with an arm resting behind her, firmly gripping her ass as they entered The Heart.

Pyrrha couldn't stop herself from wearing a slutty grin on her face, horny in anticipation for what was to come.

=––=

"Get the fine ass of yours over there," Jaune huskily breathed, gesturing to a spot in the room. Even when aroused beyond his mind, he still sounded as domineering and intimidating as the first time he fucked her. "I want to inspect the goods that I'm about to fully destroy."

Pyrrha walked to a spot at the room's center, on the burgundy carpet which covered the floor. Their room was surprisingly big, though Pyrrha knew that her lover must have pulled some strings to reserve this venue beforehand. If the receptionist's flushed expression as she talked to Jaune meant anything, the spartan was sure that the woman at the counter was letting the Arc fuck her too.

But honestly, what kind of woman wouldn't want a good dicking from Jaune?

The bodacious, fit redhead stood a good meter away from the foot of the queen-size bed, which was situated in the center of the room. She had hung her white coat in the closet a few moments ago, as soon as they came in. Right now, she was only in her slut heels and whore dress, having taken off her glasses and letting them rest on the nearby desk.

Jaune stood a few feet away from her, eyeing her figure. "Do a twirl. Slowly. I want to see everything."

Pyrrha complied, beginning to turn. She turned slowly as instructed, letting Jaune's gaze sink into her shapely body which showed the grooves of her tight, hard muscles. She could tell he was undressing her body with his mind; after all, it wasn't the first time a male had ogled at her assets. Pyrrha disliked womanizers; she loved sex, but found it quite disappointing that it took merely a teenager for grown-ass men to think of cheating on their spouses.

And yet.

Jaune was far above those 'men'. Not only does he have a bigger package, but he also has a much larger fuck-count than most men do. While the men she had been with before were up for one-night stands (or one-pump stands, as she would disappointedly recall), Jaune was the type who would go back to the watering holes he used before. Moreover, it wasn't a hit-and-miss with Jaune. If a woman came before he did (which was unlikely), then the blonde would still be up for a round or six. His stamina was legendary, and so was his fat monster cock.

Pyrrha knew he was a womanizer through and through, yet he didn't treat her like free sex. He didn't objectify her at all. He was dominant, yet he was understanding. He cared about her well-being, regardless of how she treated him. He was endowed with a magnificent, virile organ, and he was endowed with a virtuous (to some extent) personality.

Big dick, high stamina, domineering attitude, and caring persona. All things females would look for when choosing their mates. He was the ideal stud, the ideal bull, and the ideal lover. Simply grand, in all aspects.

"On your knees, Pyr." Jaune gruffly said. "I'm here with your favorite sausage."

"W–wait!" Pyrrha began stripping, shedding off her black minidress and stepping out of her heels. "I want to show you something."

"Holy shit!" the blonde male couldn't help but exclaim at the sight of Pyrrha's body. "I don't recall telling you to wear that, but okay."

"I thought you would appreciate the surprise." the spartan sultrily stated. She was wearing the chartreuse green lingerie that she bought at the beach boutique weeks ago. "Like what you see?"

The drop dead gorgeous huntress twirled once again, allowing her lover to see her from all angles. She thrusted her breasts out, her firm double-D's making the sheer fabric strain under their weight. Nipples erect and pointing out, the slits in her flower-patterned brassiere made her look much more erotic. As she rotated in place, her Her matching thong rode up her pair of large, firm buttcheeks, and the front side of the green panties displayed her fleshy mound. Her pussy was dripping, and her skin gleamed with slight perspiration as it waited to get filled. Noticeably, her crotch was shaven, making it look slick and pure, ripe and ready to be defiled. Put her on a billboard and this could have been the perfect gravure pinup poster.

"Like it? Very." Jaune whistled. Pyrrha would be offended when men objectified her, but not Jaune. He was a true man, one who deserved to pound women into oblivion. "On one hand, I miss the firecrotch. On the other, I think it's time I do something long overdue."

"And what would that be?"

"Showing off my tongue game."

=––=

Muffled, feminine moans echoed throughout the room. The two teens were in the sixty-nine position, giving each other mutual genital servicing. Pyrrha's fat ass rested on Jaune's face as he was lying down on his back, while the woman's own mouth hummed on the blonde's long cock.

Pyrrha groaned as Jaune's tongue lapped the insides of her pussy. The performed cunnilingus sent jolts into her system, sparks of pleasure that tapped on her nerves. A few strong flicks and licks around her clitoris forced her to release a subdued vocalization from her plugged-up oral cavity.

The two continued their sexual foreplay, with Pyrrha blowing Jaune's cock as he licked her wet snatch. Fuck, his tongue was thick, and surprisingly long. The dexterous muscle explored her folds, stimulating bundles of nerves she didn't know existed inside her vagina. She usually brute forced her way to an orgasm when fingering herself, so it was a welcome surprise to discover formerly-unknown feelings of pleasure.

Jaune thrummed beneath the stacked woman, making known his own feelings of content as his cock was serviced. Pyrrha had limited reach in this position, meaning that it was hard to get Jaune's entire dong into her throat. She only managed to go seven inches in one go, before releasing it with slobbering drool. As such, the redhead maximized the use of her cheeks to pleasure her blonde stud, sucking them in like a vacuum. The pressure made the Arc lad feel his hefty penis bloat, the organ being exposed to a different environment localized inside the huntress' warm mouth.

Precum and spit coated Pyrrha's mouth, mixed fluids from the couple's intercourse. Her large chest tickled the man's lower abdomen, rock-hard nipples grazing the blonde's solid abs thanks to the design of the lingerie. The redhead worshipped the blonde's girthy phallus, slurping on it like it was the tastiest popsicle in the world––if popsicles were ten inches long and meaty as fuck. Swathes of drool dripped down onto Jaune's crotch, his trimmed pubes doing nothing to stop Pyrrha's saliva from running down into his large ballsack. Both shaft and base were gleaming with lubrication.

The warrior quivered a bit as her male spread her asscheeks apart with his hands, opening her vagina. With no warning, Jaune suddenly jammed three fingers into the redhead's poontang, making her cum instantly.

"SHIT!" Pyrrha squealed and squirmed as fluids spilled out from her hole. Inner walls shuddered and trembled as their owner underwent a flash orgasm. Subsequent micro ejaculations followed, thanks to Jaune's ceaseless finger-pumping.

"That was a loud squelch, bitch!" Jaune swatted her jiggly backside from underneath her. "Rate my tongue game, Pyr."

"Oh, gods…it was great. It was fucking great, Jaune. Ten out of fucking ten."

"Of course. Well, while the appetizer was scrumptious, I'm still hungry for the main course." A pair of strong hands flipped Pyrrha over, making her roll over to the other side of the bed on her back. With a yelp, she witnessed an alpha male relocate her like a piece of meat; she saw his muscular figure loom over her, the man kneeling forward and letting his weighty cock rest on her stomach. "I got you off, but you didn't get me off. I'll have to punish you."

Just like that, excitement flared within Pyrrha's eyes. "Yes sir, punish me. Please punish my tight little pussy~!"

Pyrrha spread her legs apart invitingly, aiming to give Jaune's not-so-little friend a warm welcome into her meat pocket. Sweat from covered her peach skin, making her quim look like a tantalizing cushion just wanting to get penetrated and demolished. Glistening fluids leaked from her breeding hole, signifying the female's state of arousal.

Though she had no direct preference for going missionary, she had a deep fondness for this position. It was the first position where she took Jaune's cock into her pussy, back in the showers of Platinum Gym. Their secret relationship started with a missionary, and it shall restart with a missionary. Poetically erotic, if you asked her.

Her acquaintances in showbiz would always say that missionary was too vanilla, too boring. Of course it would be boring. Sex would always be mere sex if the aim was just to get off. But it takes a dedicated, driven male (with a preferably large member) to transform plain intercourse into raunchy, intense loving. The sentiment to breed was a must; a sense of furious mating and desire for insemination and impregnation were what defined the missionary position.

If one thought that missionary is boring, then they were simply doing it wrong.

The champion took in her lover's dominant look with gusto, feeling herself surrender to the man's presence. She watched as Jaune smacked her pussy lightly with his thick behemoth, wet noises resounding as she whined. Pyrrha eyed it closely, watching the thick cockhead press against the entrance of her pussy. A veritable monster dangled between the Arc's legs, one which he most certainly used to conquer women in a single thrust.

In a single instant, the blonde bull buried all ten inches of his thick snake into Pyrrha's sopping pussy, bumping against her cervix with just one plunge.

"FUUUUUCK!"

That scream was a natural reaction from any female getting dicked by something as large as Jaune's cock. Her cunt squeezed almost immediately, its walls gripping against the girthy dong like a vice as pussy juices squirted. She came instantly, seeing stars through her heart-shaped pupils. She officially became the Arc's latest conquest, his latest masterpiece after a several weeks of work. Jaune gave her no time to adjust, pounding her with animalistic fury as he accelerated his thrusting like some kind of sex machine.

The blonde's bullish, burly penis clobbered her womb, knocking on her cervix with thump after thump. Jaune's hips moved in and out like a piston, abusing the missionary position. He let his trim muscles put large amounts of force into every thrust, using the mass of his big schlong and gravity to dig deep into the redhead's tight pussy. Her orgasms were as consecutive as they were long, letting spikes of pleasure peak and subside time after time.

"Oh shit, fuck, fuck me, FUCK ME! Yes, yes, YES!" Every time she exclaimed, Pyrrha could feel another surge of electricity, another orgasm coursing through her nervous system. "Oh gods, I needed this. Don't stop! Keep fucking me! FUCK!"

"You like this, you little slut?" Jaune grunted hoarsely, propping his upper torso with his strong arms, his fists planted deep in the bed. "You like this big dick, you redheaded whore?"

"Gods yes, I love it! I love your big, fat cock!" Pyrrha was on a sexual high, doing nothing to stop her moans. This was amazing. Unlike before, when she tried to fight her feeling of pleasure, she was letting loose. She didn't have any guilty orgasms anymore; right now, she was free to moan and groan with everything she had, like the nymphomaniac slut of a huntress she was. She was far from the public eye, and in a soundproof love hotel room; she could be who she really was. So great was the dick inside her, so great was the man who was fucking her, and so great was her love for him. "I love you, Jaune! I love you and your massive fucking monster cock! I LOVE YOU!"

"You naughty bitch! You're really just hooked on my dick!" the blonde male let out a hearty laugh. "You want me to ruin your pussy for other men?"

"Ungh, yes! Fucking do it, you stud~!" the mewling redhead said in between orgasms. "Make sure I never feel another dick in my slutty pussy after you're done with me!"

"Well fucking said! Take this!" Jaune amplified the rate of his poundings, making Pyrrha scream as her poontang got battered into oblivion. "And this!"

Jaune craned his head down, giving Pyrrha a heated kiss, with their tongues intertwining and their saliva mixing. Just like that, fireworks exploded in Pyrrha's mind, her brain overcome with neural messages of both love and arousal. The blonde knew what he was doing, as his experience with women allowed him to find what stimulated these horny bitches the most. With Pyrrha, she needed to curb her loneliness resulting from her career––hence the need for an intimate, amorous act such as kissing. As a result, the kiss fried Pyrrha's mind, making discharge her most intense orgasm yet. A stream of juices squirted from her pussy like one would see from a water gun.

She could have been done, right then and there. But Jaune was no ordinary man. He didn't stop just because his lover had reached her state of bliss. He was going to pound her till he himself came. Even with her eyes rolled up in mind-numbing euphoria, Pyrrha still felt every rough motion Jaune made as he went to town on her aching snatch. Her pussy felt everything, making the sex-crazed woman moan on instinct.

Jaune pounded into her needy cunt with excessive amounts of force, her normally pink snatch now red with abuse––just the way she wanted it to be. Every time his huge cock plunged itself into her hole, the impact jostled her body and rocked her lingerie-covered tits. Her large mammaries bounced as impulse after impulse shook her body in a vertical motion, her nipples up to their maximum hardness.

Lying on her back, Pyrrha gripped the white sheets as her sex-induced orations reverberated across the room. She endured and verbally enjoyed their copulation for nearly three quarters of an hour, as she felt Jaune's large cock ceaselessly slam her cervix. The blonde Arc had the inhuman endurance to fuck for hours, and Pyrrha knew from his cock's telltale throbbing that the man's own ejaculation was close. Strong legs, muscled back, and rugged hips allowed the dominant male to drill his cock in a planking position. He had his strong arms planted on the mattress, supporting himself on the balls of his feet as he went to work. Only chosen few males had the privilege of having such physique, such stamina. Not only can he last long, but he can even cum multiple times. It was a woman's dream come true.

"Goddamn, I'm getting close." Jaune said through gritted teeth. He adjusted his position, never stopping his movements. The rhythmic fucking continued even as his legs shifted nearer to him, as his hand found themselves under the spartan's athletic back. He pulled her in, closing the vertical distance between them and thrusting his dick deeper into her pussy. They assumed the mating press position, with Pyrrha's legs wrapping around the blonde's wide waist, her lower limbs sore from flailing about in the air for several minutes on end.

"Do it inside!" A burning desire for insemination bubbled up inside her. She knew that Jaune would make her take birth control afterwards, but deep inside she had an unbearable craving for his semen. Whether it be down her throat, on her back, on her stomach, on her face, or inside her pussy, Pyrrha Nikos wanted Jaune Arc's cum. She was addicted, and his potent, undoubtedly superior seed was her drug, a creamy substance belonging inside her.

"I want you to finish in my pussy, sir!" she cried out. She mustered all her strength to hug Jaune's wider frame to her body, linking her arms around the bull's neck and her legs around his waist. "Cum inside me!"

"Don't tell me what I'm already going to do, bitch!" With his orgasm building up, Jaune's poundings became rougher and rougher towards his climax. "Fucking take it all, Pyr!"

At his cue, the bottom woman humped up her hips to let their crotches meet. She hugged her well-endowed lover even tighter, her feet hooking around each other as her hand clawed at Jaune's back; the low thrum of his aura heard as it shielded the Arc from sex-induced fingernail harm. "GIVE IT TO ME, JAUNE!"

The blonde adonis railed her in deep one last time, pressing his entire weight upon her slightly lighter frame. He pressed his lips onto hers, his tongue invading her oral hole one last time as his huge form mashed her into the bed. Both shuddered as they came, Pyrrha especially letting out a trill as a confirmation that she received a generous creampie from her bull. All of her focus was directed on the stud cock inside her, filling her up.

Jaune erupted inside her, making the woman cum as well. The Arc came like a horse, with voluminous amounts of his baby batter painting her insides white. Thick, rich, and creamy, his seminal milk coated every inch of the spartan's womb. She felt every spurt, every rope of cum enter her breeding hole like deluge, a warm flood which made her senses buzz with euphoric bliss.

After more than a minute, the blonde pulled out with an assertive grunt, revealing his still-erect cock. He forcefully freed himself from Pyrrha's strong grip, her huntress-style grappling making it a little difficult for him to pull away. Once he did, the golden-haired male towered over her with a godly body glistening with sweat. Like a creator watching over his Eden, his gaze was aimed at the warrior's abused, crimson pussy. Like a craftsman admiring his own handiwork, he watched as his cum slowly poured out of his woman like sludge would pour out of a sewer pipe; a fitting analogy, given how dirty the Nikos woman was.

The warrior slumped back down onto the bed, her unkempt hair and messy strands obscuring her beautiful green eyes, but not her blissful smile, one indicative of the pleasure her body still experienced in the afterglow. Trying to regain cognitive thought, Pyrrha tried to unjumble her cum-drunk mind to form a sentence. "We, we're not done yet, are we?"

"Are you stupid?" Jaune huffed, moving up to slap Pyrrha's face with his hard schlong. "Of course not."

=––=

Saturday.

Rrrrrring. Rrrrrring. Rrrrrring.

"Hey Pyr, aren't you going to pick that up?"

"Ahn, I can't––guh! I, can't, fucking, fuck, fuck, FUCK! I can't fucking reach it! Give it to me, OH FUCK!"

In between swears and sexual releases, Pyrrha received her scroll from Jaune, who had picked it up from the bedside table.

"You know," the blue-eyed lad began, "you could've just stopped and picked it up––"

"No! I need your dick inside me, at all times––AGH!" Pyrrha squealed as she came from her rump getting swatted. They currently fucking doggystyle, with Jaune pulling her hips back and slamming his cock into her.

"Don't talk back to me, just shut up and take it like a good little bitch. I don't need your quips or opinions." On all fours, she was truly his bitch in every sense of the word. Jaune Arc owned her body, mind, and soul––his dick was just too damn good to even put up any kind of resistance.

It was now Saturday, a bit past noon. The two teens had fucked from around ten in the evening last night, all the way to four in the morning; the blonde came eight times inside her. They ended up collapsing on each other, with Jaune spooning Pyrrha in their slumber as they recuperated to fuck another day. Jaune had brought an adequate number of pills (which came from Weiss, as Pyrrha learned), making her take one as soon as they woke up––something highly recommended as most of his fluids remained inside of her. After ordering room service brunch, they resumed their sexual ministrations.

Rrrrrring. Rrrrrring. Rrrrrring.

Pyrrha gulped. Against her better judgment, she decided to answer her scroll mid-coitus. The caller ID indicated that it was her teammate, Nora Valkyrie. Literally the last person whose voice she wanted to hear while she was getting railed by the best dick in her entire life. Pyrrha tapped the icon to answer the call, putting it up next to her ear with one hand. Nora's tinny voice emanated from the device.

"Hey Pyrrha!" she enthusiastically greeted.

"H-hi, Nora." Pyrrha tried to greet her friend back in a normal voice, which was quite hard to do given how hoarse it was from previous night's screaming sex session. "Are you guys––urgh, argh, ahn! Alright?"

"Yeah, we're fine! How about you? You still sound sick!"

"I'm, ungh, a bit better. I don't, fuck, have a fever anymore."

"That's great! I wasn't sure whether to call you up earlier, because you know, you might be still asleep. Well, asleep for longer, like sloth! Or a sick human, like you are! I thought you might need your beauty rest to get well soon. Oh, by the way, Ren and Joan and I just found something super amazing in this forest––"

Pyrrha had developed a certain level of patience when dealing with Nora's babbling. In this case, her patience was tested on two fronts: bearing Nora's babbling, and bearing her urge to wantonly moan her heart out like a whore. She wasn't sure, but she honestly prayed that the sounds of slapping flesh wouldn't be picked up by her scroll. Wet noises from Pyrrha's sweat-covered, pillowy backside were made as it collided with Jaune's crotch, his dick thumping her pussy fervently.

The spartan panted as Jaune continued his tackles, impacts which made her pussy even more sensitive than it was earlier. He bent over to nuzzle her from behind, ultimately leaving a trail of hickeys which started from her middle back all the way up to her nape. The blonde was a master at alternating between tender loving and rough fucking. Small actions like kisses created miniscule explosions of pleasure in her lower mouth.

"––so, anyway, enough about us, am I right? How about you? Any fun, sickly experiences?"

"N-nothing much. Just ngh, resting up, AUGH!" Pyrrha groaned as she felt the large dick in her pussy press on her g-spot.

"Oof, you still sound sick, Pyrrha! Have you been coughing all day? I think Renny has some medicine in the cabinet, ones he bought in case either of us gets sick alone or together. But not together-together, of course. Just me and him, you know? Or is it supposed to be him and I? Anyway, there's supposed to be a packet of––"

"Nora, I'm fine. I just––huh?" The woman blinked as her snatch felt frighteningly empty, hollowed out and unplugged. She looked behind her to find out that Jaune had pulled his meat stick out of her pussy. Worse yet, he had one of those quirky smiles of his; smirks which implied something sexually nefarious.

Jaune looked at her, still grinning from ear to ear. "I held off using your ass till I was sure that you were hooked on my dick." the blonde explained. "Now, you're ready. Once I break your asshole in, you'll never get enough of me."

Pyrrha watched with wide eyes as he angled his cock towards her unsullied butthole. The plum-sized cockhead was brushing against her anus as the man rubbed his palm up and down the shaft, ensuring its lubrication (with her own vaginal fluids) while displaying its raw length. Slowly, she felt the turgid member enter her bumholes, making Pyrrha's eyes tear up a bit.

"Hello~? Remnant to Pyrrha? You still there? You didn't croak or pass out did you?"

"Urgh! Urk…I'm fine Nora...ah, shit!" Pyrrha winced as she felt her ass get penetrated, her mind going blank slowly as her tight rectum got a taste of big Arc cock. "Being sick is just a real, big, pain in the––ASS!"

The redhead gasped as she felt a mix of pain and pleasure stemming from her ass being penetrated. Slowly, Jaune began moving, steadily picking up his pace. At least seven out of ten inches were inside her ass right now, Maiden knows how. She took it like the champ she was, feeling her dominant, big-dicked lover pump in and out of her narrow canal with glee. Pyrrha clamped her own mouth with one hand to stifle her erotic squeals, piglike and dirty like how she truly was.

"Pyrrha, seriously. Are you okay?"

"I'm––argh––fucking––maiden, bastard!––FINE!" she said in between grunts. Jaune did not cease his rough, brutal ass-ripping thrusts. Gods, his pole could split a woman into two.

"Ooh, are you on the can right now? Don't worry Pyrrha, I'll just call back on you later. Bye!"

With a beep ending the call, Pyrrha finally allowed herself to let out all of her whorish noises.

"Oho~! Nho~! Oh, ungh, yes! Fuck! Ahi~! Ha, ah, ngh!" The spartan's face scrunched up funny, her brows furrowing as her eyeballs darted up, with her lips curving into a big 'O'. "Harder! Fuck my ass harder! Pound my tight ass with your big Arc cock!"

"I knew you would love it." With a wolfish grin, Jaune continued his rough treatment of Pyrrha's asshole. He was initially gripping her waist as a happy handle for his brutal loving, before slowly sliding his hands down to her generous backside. His palms descended to fondle and squeeze her pair of large, firm buttcheeks. "Dust, I love your ass. It's your gods-given gift, but it's also my masterpiece. Do you have any idea how hard it is to come by someone with a fat ass like yours? I didn't make you squat just for fun, you know. I love my buns when they're tender, firm, and jiggly. I created this taut booty of yours, bitch. It'll stay that way for a good portion of your life, too."

This revelation was lost upon Pyrrha, who continued her series of slutty wails and animalistic howls. Due to his penis' elevated penetration, his heavy balls were slapping against her sensitive labia and clitoris. Pyrrha was actually unconsciously pushing back into his pistoning member. With her titties swaying underneath her, she came for the third time from their anal sex. Like a bitch in heat during mating season, she ignored the words of her lover as he continued his monologue.

"This is what it means to own a woman. I've claimed every single sex hole on your body, and I'm breaking your ass in as the crown jewel of my conquest. Some hoes like you are strong. Destroying their pussies aren't enough. The ass is where it counts. Do you feel that?" Jaune tilted his hips a bit, making his bloated fuckstick impact a certain area of the redhead's ass. She moaned as she felt a familiar yet strangely different feeling. Jaune leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Feel the head in your ass? It's pushing towards your womb. Don't you just love it? A cock as big as mine able to tickle your baby room from just anal fucking you…"

"Urgh, angh, ah, hah! YES! I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT WHEN YOU KISS MY WOMB THROUGH MY BUM!"

"I told Yang to show you that vid," the blonde continued whispering, "a little tease of what was to cum, once you decided that you couldn't live without my cock anymore, you fucking nympho. You wanted this, didn't you? You made your mind up after you saw those two jailbait huntresses bouncing on my cock, and you couldn't stand the fact that someone as uptight as Weiss fucking Schnee had the privilege of having anal sex with me. Admit it!"

"Augh, ungh, I'm still cumming." she whined. "Oh shit, shit! I admit it! I was jealous! I was so jealous of those two, that fucking pretentious Schnee bitch and that little Rose slut! Fuck Team RWBY, they're all hoarding this gigantic bitch breaker of yours for themselves! I want in on it too, you fucking hoes!"

Pyrrha released all of her pent-up frustration in that very moment, caught in a flurry of her own emotions. Those sluts. Those greedy sluts keeping Jaune away from her. Never again. She will be herself, she will be true. She will be Pyrrha Nikos for Jaune, and Jaune alone. She will speak her mind. Fuck being courteous and polite. Fuck it all. Fuck, her ass!

Jaune smacked her bootylicious backside. "Bold of you to call them hoes, when you're just the same. You're nothing but another whore to me, Pyr. Dust, you're a champion above them! You're the queen nympho, a complete sex goddess who rather take a dick to her shit hole than stay with her team at Beacon. Apologize, you slut." He hit her plump rump several more times. "Say sorry to your friends, to your parents, to your fans, and to my sister for being such a horny sow. Fucking apologize!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry for being a slut." Sparked nerves fried her senses, making her mind go blank as she begged for forgiveness in a fit of cock-drunk insanity. "I'm sorry, mom and dad! Your daughter is just another whore! I'm sorry for not being a pure angel, Pyrrha Nikos is actually just another slutty bitch for Jaune Arc~! I'm sorry Joan, I'm a whore for your donkey-dicked twin brother~!"

"Keep screaming for me, slut. There's no need for you to hold back, just accept that you're mine now." Damn, he had a hunch, but Jaune actually wondered if Pyrrha had an apology fetish. He couldn't even count the 'sorries' which transpired in a single session with her due to the most minute accidents.

"Oh gods, Jaune, I could never get over you!" she moaned, throwing her head back. Her face was contorted into a fucked-silly expression, resulting from several simultaneous orgasm. The amplified release made her pupils roll towards the back of her skull. "It was never going to work. I was so naive thinking that I could get you out of my system. The more I fuck you, the more I want to fuck you! I'M ADDICTED TO YOU AND YOUR GIRTHY DICK!"

The Arc stud grabbed her bright red locks while she thrashed around on his cock. "This cock is yours whenever you want it, Pyr." he said, using her long hair like the reins of a horse. He bucked his hips up in her anus so hard, she nearly flew off his cock as his pounding intensified. The woman felt like she was in ecstasy, an overdose of dopamine making her quake as the long, thick dick in her anus had yet to stop. Fluids dripped from both her vagina and her anus, evidence of her sense of pleasure. Sharp claps came out every time their wet flesh met.

FLOP-FLOP-FLOP-FLOP-FLOP-FLOP-FLOP––!

Gently, the blonde bull began pressing himself onto her back, making her lower herself into the mattress. Her large boobs pancaked themselves on the white sheets, forcing her to relax as she lay on her slim belly. Without stopping his anal ministrations, Jaune had released his grip on her hair and shifted his hold to the bottom woman's arms. In this position, she felt her lover's heavier mass as he prone boned her anally, flattening her onto the bed. Tender from his powerful tackles, the huntress could only endure the pure bliss derived from Jaune humping her butt.

With him slamming his thick cock in and out of her rectum, Jaune felt his balls tingle as pressure built up. He was getting close once more, getting off much faster due to how much tighter Pyrrha's ass was than her pussy. She was really milking him now. He hugged her body as he continued to hump his cock into her. "I'm going to cum soon," he growled, "take my load, you redheaded sow!"

Pyrrha didn't scream this time. No, she merely gasped inaudibly as she felt Jaune empty his testicles into her bowels, shooting thick globs of cum into her innards as he held her tightly in their mated position. After spurting too much inside, he pulled out and hosed her back with a few more wads. They came at the same time, the combined sensation of her own release with the feeling of Jaune's warm essence nearly sending her into unconsciousness. The two naked teens both shuddered as they rode out their orgasms, with Jaune's cock throbbing as it spewed cream onto her thick bottom. The blonde stared down at his lover, who looked unresponsive with his thick sperm running down her ass and pussy.

"Congratulations, Pyr." he gleefully stated. "You've just received your first bareback anal creampie."

"Thank you…sir…" she barely managed to pant out.

Jaune leaned down again, gripping her arms and forcing her up with a yelp. He held her by her forearms, using them like reins as half her upper body was heaved up, jiggling her tits a bit. Her head drooped down, finding Jaune's huge cock at the entrance of her pussy. The fleshy cylinder jammed itself back in, eliciting a groan from Pyrrha as she felt its warmth enter her vagina. It was like a half-doggystyle, in which only her kneeling legs supported her.

"I'm still up for more," the blonde sneered, "drain me, will you?"

From then on, Pyrrha Nikos fully accepted her degrading position as Jaune's fuckpig. Her cervix took on hundreds of cock blows thanks to Jaune's stamina, which made her experience orgasms and creampies for the next four hours.

She definitely loved having her poontang dominated, just liked she loved this hunk of a man.

=––=

Sunday.

A lone housekeeper was doing her rounds on the second highest floor of The Heart. She was accustomed to hearing delirious moans, from both men and women. Embarrassingly, she developed a bad habit of listening in to said moans, putting her ear against the door to hear screams of dirty talk. She approached a particular room, one which had been reserved for the entire weekend. Normally, people hooked up for a night. Only married couples trying to get away from their children booked rooms for several days. She flattened her ear against the door, the only way to hear sounds within the soundproof rooms.

"Oh my gods~! It's so big~! I'm cumming again! OH, MAIDEN YES!"

This particular missus seemed very enthusiastic. Perhaps it wasn't wise to assume the couple inside was married, but then again, it was nice to imagine such a healthy relationship. The housekeeper continued to listen in.

"Hooo, hoh, ahhnngg, fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me! Dominate my hungry pussy you stud~!"

"Work that pussy, girl! I want you to show me your squats! Count off!"

The housekeeper felt herself moisten as she heard a dominant voice. Damn, that was one fine lover this lucky woman had in there. She heard the screaming damsel count off indeed, perhaps engaging in a little bit of roleplay. Seems fucking great to have someone to fulfill your kinks.

"Hnngh, hah, mmnf, AH! Oh yes, raw doggy me, Jaune! Take me like an animal~! Oh Maiden, you haven't slowed down in the last five hours, and you're filling my womb with milk again~!"

Last five hours!? That had to be an exaggeration. However, her instincts were telling her that the statement was true. Jaune, was it? Perhaps that was a name to remember. She was used to memorizing things, and a name such as that would be easy to recall.

"Tell me, slut," the masculine voice queried, "what do you deserve?"

"Oh, ahn, I deserve a huge, strong, thick alpha male cock filling my pussy during sex~!" the ecstatic female voice replied. "I deserve a real man like you! Not some faggot sissy boys who can't keep up with me!"

The eavesdropping woman swallowed. Shit, this couple was dirty, very dirty. Still hot, though. She herself was getting hot under the collar and feeling a certain dampness in her loins, through her grey uniform. Suddenly, she heard a loud thump, followed by smaller thumps. Footsteps, she supposed.

"Fuck me while carrying me, you donkey-dick bastard! I FUCKING LOVE IT!"

The woman spying on the couple inside jolted as a the door banged with a thud. Had she been discovered? No, she was very good at what she did. These two inside were most likely transferring locations. Soon the door began to emit rhythmic thumping noises, vibrating with singular bangs.

"You like that, you bitch?"

"W-wait, not here! Someone might hear us!"

"Shut the fuck up, you're getting turned on, aren't you? You're getting aroused at the fact that anyone outside can hear you being the nympho that you secretly are, aren't you!?"

THUMP-THUMP-THUMP––!

"Yes, I'm turned on! Just keep fucking me into this door, please~! Pork me with your fat penis! Gods, YES! FUCK YES! UNGH, FUCK ME!"

THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP––!

"This is how you own a pussy!"

"Yes, ungh, yes! Own me with your fat bitch breaker! YEEESSSS! I'M CUMMIIIING!"

The moans eventually devolved into a long, debaucherous scream of pleasure. Maiden be damned, the woman at the other end of the door frigged her own wet snatch in sync with the banging of the door. This was just good. Eventually the two unknown lovers inside the room stepped away from the door, footsteps sounding off. The woman in uniform huffed, fixing her garments and readjusting her panties. That was fucking great.

Lisa Lavender sighed as she ran her hand through her hair. She had acquired a fake cleaner's uniform to go undercover inside The Heart, after receiving several tip-offs regarding the establishment's frequent visitors. Rumors of high-profile individuals partaking in some carnal recreation were aplenty, and the reporter had been visiting The Heart in hopes of perhaps spotting a scandalous politician or two. Her instincts have rarely ever been wrong, but this time she hadn't seen anyone of importance. No celebrities, no rising stars, no councilors, nothing.

Whatever. She would have to find her scoop somewhere else. As she walked towards the service elevator, she began thinking about her own private life. Maybe she should get a boyfriend or something, think about getting married. Not settling down, but just getting married. Lisa knew for a fact that men tend to stay away from women who were over thirty, and while it was quite annoying, it was still true.

She felt her vag throb as she remembered the screams of that woman from earlier. Her voice sounded familiar, but Lisa couldn't quite put her finger on it. Thinking back, the moaning woman's voice sounded a whole lot like hers, but a whole lot younger. The lavender-haired woman shuddered as she imagined herself getting laid. It's been a while. Maybe she'd visit a bar or something later on to pick a few men up.

Jaune, was it? She'd best remember that name.

=––=

Thursday.

"And the match goes to Ms. Nikos." Glynda Goodwitch concluded. "Impressive work. Your impressive performance has not only returned, but improved."

"Thank you, Professor Goodwitch." Pyrrha replied.

"Class dismissed. We shall continue our combat sessions tomorrow."

Pyrrha walked back to her team's dorm room with a skip in her step. She has been in a good mood lately, undoubtedly doing better in her classes and remaining focused on her schoolwork. The reason for this blissful demeanor was inside her room, reclining on her bed. Jaune Arc lay in the nude, his clothes neatly folded on the side. In all his naked glory, he slowly stroked his massive man meat with one palm, allowing it to swell to its full size.

The blonde sat up and swung his legs to the edge of the bed. "You're done with class, right? Come here for your afternoon snack, slut."

Obediently, Pyrrha made her way over to her man, squatting at the bedside to begin servicing his cock. Not even waiting to get out of her armor, she was immediately focused on her task: pleasuring her bull. She gave it a long lick, dragging her wet tongue from the man's large scrotum all the way up his magnificent length. The redhead tickled her hung lover's salty frenulum, wagging her tongue just below his fat cockhead.

The spartan absolutely loved Jaune's musk. Just by huffing his groin, the redhead already found her panties wet as she had her legs spread in their current position. Feminine juices spilled onto the floor, as the Nikos woman wished that she could just whiff her blonde bull's masculine scent. She was worshipping his cock; an action appropriate for such a godly member. His bloated phallus rested on the center of her forehead as she went cross-eyed in adoration, taking a tangerine-sized testicle into her mouth, lolling it around like a soft jawbreaker. The cocksucker's senses were overwhelmed; her brain was battered by erotic sights, smells, and tastes. The sensation was enough to send her into orgasm, making her squirt through her panties and onto the floor.

Eventually, her wet worshipping travelled further down, to the underside of the man's balls, all the way to his perineum. The blonde slouched for her to lick it better, the tiny area between his full scrotum and anus––an area which was especially smaller and more sensitive due to the size of the man's ballsack. Jaune moaned, unaccustomed to getting pleasured down there. The redhead glanced up in glee as her man threw his head back and groaned. Pyrrha's own arousal was amplified by seeing her dominant mate get pleasured by her. Pearly drops of precum leaked out of the male's urethra, coating the woman's face with drops of white rain.

"Mmhmm~," she groaned, "oh, Jaune. I love your salty taste. I love your strong, manly smell––it just drives me insane! I just want to play with your powerful balls. I'll lick them, kiss them, and suck them real good all day long!"

"Hm, I couldn't agree more." he sighed. "But we've got our own schedules to follow. Your team will be back in two hours. Let's try to have your brains fucked out in an hour and a half."

"Just let me get my fix first." Pyrrha stroked Jaune's member, giving him a well-lubed handjob with both hands rubbing his long shaft up and down at the same time. "I want to taste your potent, virile semen, sir~ I want to deepthroat your manly dick like some gutter whore!"

Soon, the redhead took the cock into her mouth. Two inches. Four inches. Six inches. Until finally, she was able to take ten inches of Arc cock into her throat. She slobbered over it as she blew him, spit bubbles forming at the corner of her lips as she sucked him off. Pyrrha relished this feeling of being a fucktoy. She loved this degrading, taboo-like feeling, knowing how scandalous a media angel such as herself would be if the public found out she loved sucking huge cocks.

"Ooh, fuck that's good." Jaune groaned. "Not really on par with Velvet's blowjob, but it's getting there––guh!"

A flare of anger made the Nikos woman suck harder. "Mn! Hnnf! Sllrp! Mnf!"

"Haha, oh shit, did that make you jealous?" the blonde lightly chuckled. "Don't worry, Pyr. You beat her in terms of sexiness. Kinky as it may be, I rather spend my time fucking a sex goddess than a playbunny."

Hearing her lover's praise made her cum again, with one hand fingering her snatch and the other cupping her man's heavy balls. His scrotum was heavy, no doubt dense with semen to be released. Jaune was packing something utterly superb; a formidable cock which complimented his rugged form, and massive balls capable of spewing out gallons of cum. The redhead had spent the last few days getting her fix of Arc seed, whether through her mouth or through her pussy––dust, even through her ass. They fucked in public places like in an alleyway, or in private like at Jaune's apartment. On the tables, on the couch, on his bed, in his shower, against the wall; anything that would allow the spartan to get her share of dicking.

"Mn, nmfgh~! Hmn! Aamn, aumn, mngh~!"

"Fuck, cumming. Don't waste a single drop!"

Semen erupted into the red-haired woman's throat, making her instinctively gulp and chug the essence down. Swallowing it all, she felt her stomach get filled from the density of semen entering her gullet. Afterwards, the meat rod retreated out of her mouth, still erect and ready for more.

Pyrrha spoke first. "Fuck me now, Jaune." She began removing her armor, undoing the upper part: her corset. It revealed a red her red, lacy bra, which she slowly unhooking the back part to let the sexy piece of underwear hit the ground. Her amazing melons were now left bare and out to hang. She took off her brown skirt, exposing her scanty, crimson thong. "I want you to violate me hard, pull on my hair and fuck my brains out! Treat me like the complete whore that I am for your huge penis!"

Moans ensued soon after.

=––=

Jaune began exiting the room, putting on his clothes and walking out. He had left Pyrrha in a fucked-silly coma, with her most recent creampie dripping out onto her bedsheets. She had forty-five minutes to go before her team would return. He did her a favor by opening the window and spraying air freshener to get rid of the raunch stench of sex, but ultimately it was up to her to clean herself up.

Whistling, he made his way out into the Beacon corridor. He always wanted to be here, to be a huntsman. Ironic how fate led him to actually enter Beacon to fuck one of his bitches. Destiny works in strange ways. He was in a good mood, much like his most recent lover.

He was in such a good mood that, in fact, he failed to notice his twin sister watching him leave Team JNPR's dorm from behind.

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Credit: SAZEREX