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"Ah…hah…Ruby, oh Gods, Ruby!" Jaune groaned, thrusting in and out of his wife beneath him. The couple were linked in the missionary position. 

"Oh, oh, oh, Jaune! I love you, I love you, I love you…" Ruby lustfully replied, reciprocating Jaune's loving by pumping her hips back up on his crotch as he drove his cock deeper inside her. 

"Getting close!" Jaune growled. "Fucking cumm––!"

"C-cumming! CUMMING––Wait, outside! Pull out, Jaune! Pull out!" Ruby frantically said. 

"AaaaAAAAAARGHHH!" With all the self-control and mental mastery in his being, Jaune roared as he pulled his cock out just in time before he came. His semen splattered onto Ruby's body, her pale form tinged in pink from the intense lovemaking the two engaged in. Copious amounts of cum landed on the woman's flat belly, ample breasts, and even on her face.

"Hah, oh, wow!" Ruby said, getting a finger of cum and licking it. "You were really pent-up again, weren't you?"

"Y-yeah––hah––I––huff––was," Jaune managed, panting as he came down from his ejaculation. He lay down next to Ruby on the bed. "Enjoy that?"

"Mhm. Very. You always feel good, d-dear." Ruby blushed. Despite being married for two years, Ruby still had difficulty using pet names like 'dear' or 'honey'. 

Jaune watched Ruby's chest heave as she breathed. He loved his wife so, so much. It's just––it's just that they had one tiny, tiny problem. Rather, he had the problem. "Don't you think you'd feel better if we did it bareback?"

Ruby quizzically looked at her spouse. "We just did though?"  

"No––I mean, finishing inside you…with a creampie."   

"O-oh, well––Jauuunne! You know that I can't afford getting pregnant right now, I've got a mission to do soon!"

"There's always a mission for you! You're the best huntress on this side of the world, Ruby." Jaune sighed. "I'm just––I'm just saying that maybe, you could, like, take a break, or…"

The blond ceased stating his point as he noticed his wife's pouting expression. Jaune sighed. He really couldn't argue with her on this. Ruby took note of his defeated expression, putting a hand on his face to caress it. 

"Hey, look, I know you want kids…and I want them too, don't get me wrong!" the silver-eyed woman said. "But I just need to…think about it more. It's dangerous when both of us are out on the field. I, I don't want to end up like my mom, where she leaves us too soon."

"Yeah, but––" Jaune began before he was hushed by Ruby. 

"Shh," Ruby held her finger on his mouth. "We'll talk about this after I come back."

Frowning, Jaune acquiesced to his wife's suggestion. "Fine…"

The blond turned to the side, facing away from his spouse as both of them fell asleep.

=––=

"Love you, bye!" Ruby bubbly said, kissing Jaune on the lips. "Say bye to Yang for me; the boat will leave soon, so I can't wait for her to wake up."

"Love you too," Jaune said, smiling. "Stay safe out there, Ruby."

The Arc watched his young wife trot across the path towards the port area. Slowly his smile turned into a frown. Another mission, one which took her away for weeks, if not months. Another mission that separated him from his wife.

"Fuck," Jaune swore, closing the door and heading back inside the house. Two years of marriage, yet only seven months of physical contact. Of course, he was a hunter too; but he mostly went out to provide relief for faraway villages, returning back to Patch within two weeks. Ruby on the other hand, ventured into the far reaches at the outskirts of kingdoms, actively hunting down Grimm and exploring old settlements. 

He knew Ruby was like this. Curious, heroic, and adventurous since their days in Beacon. It was one of the reasons he fell in love with her, and subsequently married her. Yet somehow, those traits of hers seemed to put a strain on their married life, and Jaune knew that Ruby noticed it too. 

Jaune wanted kids. Ruby didn't.

He didn't know if it was some sort of psychological thing, despite his wife bringing up the late Summer Rose as the reason behind her hesitance regarding childbirth. To Jaune, it sounded like a flimsy excuse to continue her adventures for months on end, before coming back home to her loving husband for a good romp in the hay. Of course, marriage was about compromise; but at the same time, Jaune couldn't help but want a family of his own. He wanted children to teach and to nurture and to help grow.

He also wanted to see Ruby's belly swell with child.

As ashamed as he was to admit it, Jaune had a certain…preference. A fetish, if one will. As far as he could remember, the idea of impregnating a woman he loved just appealed to him. He recalled the time when his mother was pregnant with his younger sister. At that time, he was already well-versed in the reproductive system, so he knew what his father had done. That just turned him on; shooting liquid life-bringer into a woman and thus putting a baby in her. Amazing. The Arc scion had an inkling that he inherited fetish as his father; after all, the man had eight children.

If one were to look at the blond's online history, they may easily assume him to be a sexual deviant. A lot of the porn he watched involved thick, fat creampies, ones where the girl had large globs of creamy semen spilling out of their cunts. Moreover, he had masturbated to quite a few pregnancy kink videos as well. Pregnant women getting fucked in the ass doggystyle, their swollen bellies hanging under them as they were taken. Dust, he was getting erect.

He wanted to fill Ruby with his seed. He wanted to transform that toned body of hers into something more…motherly. Jaune often fantasized knocking his wife up, making her body produce estrogen that would soften her skin, turning all those lean muscles on her athletic form into smooth curves. He imagined her breasts growing with milk, her hips and ass widening from the pregnancy.

There lay the problem: he fantasized about impregnating his wife.

What the fuck? Wasn't it completely normal to get your wife pregnant!? Since when did husbands have to fantasize about bringing forth new blood into this world? Honestly, he understood that some couples didn't want any kids, but what kind of a marriage had the husband yearning for baby-making sex with his wife!?

Jaune pinched his nose bridge. He hoped that his and Ruby's marriage didn't end in a fatal attraction; he just couldn't get her to settle down! There was always another mission to do, another Grimm to kill, another person to save.

Another reason to avoid the topic of kids.

He sat himself on the table, having fixed himself up a nice meal of bacon and eggs. Munching on a slice of toasted bread, the Arc unlocked his scroll. He browsed through social media a bit, stopping as a picture of his former teammates appeared on the dashboard. 

Ren and Nora had tied the knot too, earlier than he and Ruby did. In the background, it showed Ren in a chef's apron, sporting beard and goatee (that stopped him from looking like a girl). In the foreground, the photo showed a grinning Nora Valkyrie, happily munching down pancakes with one hand and taking a selfie using the other. Accompanying her were the couple's two children, aged six and four respectively, both of which had pancake-eating grins on their faces.

The blond man felt a mix of happiness and envy for his two former comrades. Happy that their family life was good, and envy because Ren had gotten the privilege of impregnating his own wife. He remembered their reunion, and after a couple of drinks, Jaune was drunk enough to ask the two about the conception of their children.

Ren talked about doing research beforehand, finding the best positions for insemination. Nora said that her opinion at the time was just to 'break Renny's pelvis' and have him stuff her full of cum and see what would happen. The conversation then took a turn for the raunchier side, with Jaune's questions of insemination putting Ren off. This didn't stop Nora from praising Ren's technique and prowess however, her husband facepalming as she began to re-enact her ecstatic sex expressions, eyes rolled up and tongue out.

Yeah, Jaune himself was pretty much put off by that.

Sighing, the man clicked his scroll shut. There were no new missions for him for now, though there was bound to be one involving rescue or medical service popping up sooner or later.

"What's wrong, lover boy?" A cheeky voice teased. "Or should I call you brother-in-law?"

Jaune looked behind him before averting his eyes immediately. Yang Xiao-Long stood in a pair of orange boy shorts and a loose white tank top. The top rode up a bit, pretty much showing her entire midriff. This left her toned abs and her solid biceps exposed. The brawler had kept her form, still participating in hunting missions––though less frequent than Ruby did. 

"You know, I'm really regretting moving here," Jaune said, blushing a bit. That's right; he, Ruby, and Yang all lived together in one house. That didn't stop Yang from dressing like a slob everyday though, not caring about what she wore in front of her sister's husband. The blond averted his eyes, trying not to look at Yang's more gifted endowments and let unfaithful thoughts enter his mind. With curves like those, the brawler was easily sexual overkill; the figure of a perfect broodmare. "Also, can you please stop walking around the house half-naked!?"

"Awww, the in-law doesn't like what he-saw~" Yang chuckled, putting on a sweatshirt she had left on the couch. Jaune could only groan as he endured another one of the woman's rhymes. "It's my house too; and I can wear whatever I want." the busty bombshell winked at him. "Just deal with it, brother."

"Oh gods, just call me Jaune…" Internally screaming, Jaune had to endure this form of teasing every time Yang was home. Still, she was good company. A fun person to be with, a great sister-in-law. A pun here and there––no, he shouldn't lie to himself, it was easily a surplus amount of puns everywhere.  

Yang took a seat, taking a bite out of a piece of toast. Chewing, she looked around. "Did Rubes leave already?"

"Yeah, she did half an hour ago." Jaune absently said, watching the blonde tie her hair into a bushy ponytail. "She told me to say goodbye for her. You really need to cut down on drinks, you alcoholic."

"Hey, I don't like drinking alcohol, just beer." Yang said, cracking open another cold one from the fridge. She guzzled the can down, ending with a loud 'pwah!' and slamming it down on the table. "Damn, it tastes pretty good in the morning! Like liquid bread."

"You say that as you're eating a piece of toast." 

"Eh, details." Yang shrugged. She eyed Jaune. "What's wrong? Something bothering you?" Smirking, she asked: "Trouble in paradise? You're looking awfully grouchy lately."

"Something like that, yeah." the man replied, bringing the dishes to the sink. 

"Soooooo are you going to tell me?"

Jaune rolled his eyes at Yang's nosy behavior. "It's nothing. Well, none of your business, anyway."

"Sheesh, you're no fun." the blonde brawler scowled. "Mark my words, I'll make you spill the beer today."

"You mean 'spill the beans'." Jaune frowned. "Are you drunk already, or are you still hungover?"

"I know what I said. I'm a woman of my word."

And Yang Xiao-Long really did keep her word––because later that night, after a few drinks, she got her brother-in-law to spill the beans and the beer.

=––= 

"Fffuuck, I just want kidsh, is that too much for a man to ashk?" Jaune slurred. "I thought marriagshe was a-about––about s-shettling down and shit."   

"Uh-huh." Yang nodded, taking another sip of beer. "Well you know Rubes! She won't settle down, even when she already settle down! Hahahaha!"

The lilac-eyed woman's raucous laughter echoed as the two adults sat out on the porch. They were nine drinks in at this point. Both of them were red in the face, drunk out of their minds. 

"I WANT KIDS!!!!" Jaune let out a prolonged, exaggerated sigh. "I WANT TO KNOCK UP MY WIFE, DUST DAMN IT AAALLLLLL!!!"

"Wooh! You tell 'em Jaune!" Yang cheered on her brother-in-law's cry out into the night sky. 

The blond man huffed, chugging down another beer and emptying the can. He tossed it out the porch. "MAIDENS, JUST LET ME CUM INSIDE MY WIIIFFEEEE!"

"That's big talk, lover boy," Yang smirked, loading up another snide remark. Her teasing tended to develop a mean streak after consuming some alcohol. "Maybe you just don't have the right 'equipment' to knock her up!"

"Shaddup!" Jaune retorted. "I…have…a, a big dick. Don't pretend you can't hear Ruby at night, bitch! I know the walls are thin!"

"O-oh yeah? Maybe shhe's faking them! No way a Ruby act-actually moans that loud! Hahahahahaha!" This statement was followed by more laughter from Yang, though this time she did this to mask her own embarrassment. She had heard Ruby moan at night––more often than she'd like, in fact. "Maybe she's cucking you on those missions, Jauney-boy~"

"Pissh off, Yang!" Jaune angrily stomped, red in the face and fuming. "Actually, fuck it. I'll be the one taking the pissh."

Jaune stood from his seat, swaying and knocking some cans off the table in the process. He marched unsteadily into the house, heading towards the bathroom.

Yang downed her last can of beer. She was fully inebriated, and more open to doing stupid things. She looked back into the dimly-lit hallway inside, her lilac orbs eyeing the man enter the toilet. He left the bathroom door ajar, allowing white light to seep through and illuminated the otherwise dark house.

While dressing revealingly around the house had a profound affect on Jaune, Yang herself felt entice by the Arc's figure. His body had developed well, gaining some muscles and bulking up. A pair of yummy pecs to top it all off. It kind of irritated Yang that her younger sister was neglecting her husband. A nice guy like Jaune was hard to come by. Then again, it was just so Ruby to chase after heroic feats of grandeur and go on an adventure than start a family. Even if it meant leaving one hunk of a man lonely and unfulfilled. 

It was wrong. Yang loved her sister. It was so, so fucked up to go and steal the love of Ruby's life. She wouldn't do such a thing.

Well, that was what sober Yang would've thought. Drunk Yang had other ideas, like comforting a lonely husband, and getting the D'Arc that he was so damn proud of.

=––= 

"Haaaaaah," Jaune sighed as the last tinkle went into the toilet bowl. How come taking a long piss feels a whole lot better after drinking? One of life's mysteries, he guessed. He was about to tuck his dick into his shorts when suddenly a pair of hands reached for his crotch from behind. With a jolt, he halted his motion and quickly looked behind him.

"Heeeeey, lover boy~" Yang purred. "W-wanna show me watcha got there?"

"Wha––bwuh––YANG!?" Blinking rapidly, Jaune failed to maintain his composure as he got flustered in an instant. "What the ffffuck are you doing in here!?"

"You didn't lock the door~" she whistled, her hands still on the Arc's crotch.

"I told you I was taking a p-piss, now get out!" Jaune half-slurred his words, not quite sobering up. "Fuck, let me put my pants on––pants o––bitch, let go of my pants!"

"Hahahahaha," Yang drunkenly giggled, holding the hem of Jaune's boxers and pants down. She was on her knees, partially because she didn't have the balance to simply bend or squat. "Not till you show me the goods~"

"W-what!? What the fuck a-are you talking about!? This isn't funny, sh-stop it right now, you drunk––"

"HAHAHAHA! LOVER BOY DOESN'T WANT ME TO SEE HIS PENCIL-DICK! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SHAY!?" Veins popped on Jaune's forehead. "You want my dick!? You want––to see my cock, bitch!? Fine, here!" 

Jaune turned around, with his pants still down. In doing so, he whipped his cock across Yang face with a loud 'thwap'. This momentarily stunned the blond woman, who––in her drunken state––didn't really process what hit her. It felt heavy, long, and fleshy––like some sort of heavy inflated balloon tube just slapped her on the face. 

Readjusting her vision, Yang's lilac eyes widened at the sight of Jaune cock. It was massive. She heard Ruby's moans, but that wasn't really a good quantifier for penis size at all. Still flaccid, the length was easily eight inches, but still pretty damn thick.

"Holy fucking shit," Yang exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at the fat slab of meat hanging between Jaune's legs, beneath a thin layer of flaxen pubic hair. It was probably the plumpest penis she had ever seen. 

"First time seeing a cock thish big, sister-in-law?" Jaune taunted, still under the influence. 

"Fuck yeah it is," she replied, still shocked at its size. She touched it, holding it at the base and examining its length while still on her knees. She was fascinated by it, lightly stroking down the fat rod as it swelled even bigger and slowly began to lift up as blood flowed through the muscle.

Yang almost felt hypnotized by this big slab of dick. Dicknotize, rather. Heh, that was funny. Punny. The blonde went cross-eyed looking at the large penis as it hardened and began to point straight at her face––it smelled pretty manly, too. Slowly, her pupils were replaced with hearts, eyeing the meaty schlong with rapt attention.

"See? Toldja." Jaune drunkenly grunted. "Now let me put my pants on––UGH!"

The Arc loudly grunted that last part out, as Yang suddenly had her lips on Jaune's cock. With a vacuum-like force, she sucked on the man's fat penis with unparalleled voracity. The busty blond bobbed her head on her in-law's thick cock, glugging and slurping at the fat rod like it was the tastiest sausage in the world.

"Hrgh, hkh, glhk."

"Fffuck––oh fuck––oh fuck, fuck, fuck, Yang!" the Arc moaned, shocked at the woman's blowjob skill. She even fondled his balls, his large fat nuts that hung beneath the girthy shaft. 

The lilac-eyed woman savored the salty, tangy taste of Jaune's precum, which was leaking out in copious amounts. Yang couldn't believe how good it tasted, though perhaps that was partly due to the fact that she was still intoxicated. It just tasted so damn delicious. 

"Mwah…! Hmkh…hlk…" the busty blonde continued slurp on Jaune's massive phallus. Yang serviced her lips up and down the shaft, jerking her head back and forth on the man's long dong. Her eyes, which seemed daze and unfocused, lazily glanced up at the Arc's reaction. Seeing his groaning, pleasure-filled expression only incentivized the woman to continue her fellatio. "Oohm, hmnh❤" 

Jaune was getting into the mood himself; his hips began to unconsciously buck into the voluptuous woman's tight mouth. Looking down, he watched the blonde's determined fellating of his cock, slurping and smacking those lips of hers on his length. With every tantalizing, dragging motion on his turgid member, the blond man felt himself edge closer and closer to orgasm. The creeping pleasure silenced any remaining thoughts of fidelity in his brain.

Somehow, the view of Yang's bundle of golden hair fluttering from her head-bobbing seemed to add to the entire experience. Inebriated or not, Jaune knew deep down that this kind of treat came only once in a blue moon. Ever since Beacon, Yang had been known for her bombastic bod––her bust, especially––by the entire male student demographic. Undoubtedly, a great number of adolescent boys had jerked off to her succulent curves and overall beauty. 

Now, Jaune––the lucky son of a bitch––had a good view of Yang's jugs. Her large breasts swung within her loose, white tank top. It was evident that the curvy woman went braless tonight, as her erect nipples poked through the thin fabric of her top. To make things even hotter, spittle and precum dripped onto her shirt, making the garment turn see-through the damper it got. Sexy.

The busty blond's ass was to die for, as well. She had worn a pair of low-waist jean shorts, allowing Jaune to get an eyeful of her erotic gluteal cleavage. He was really getting close now, both his mind and cock being overstimulated by the entire experience.

"Gonna cum," Jaune panted. "I'm gonna fucking cum soon, Yang…"

This declaration spurred the woman into further action, using her hands to grip the stud's magnificent length and polish it like a metal pole. Jaune in turn had gripped Yang by her golden ponytail, tugging on it as the aroused woman continued to bob her head on his schlong with increasing fervor.

"HAARRRRGH!" Jaune bellowed, sounding like a mix between a Beowulf's howl and an Ursa's roar. 

Copious amounts of cum pumped down Yang's throat. The blonde woman was shocked at the sheer amount of semen Jaune's cock was spewing. Her eyes teared up a bit as she struggled to swallow the blasts of man juice entering her oral cavity. Lumps bulged on her throat as she swallowed the huge globs of white. The blonde expertly breathed through her nose, as it was the only way to take in oxygen with how stuffed her mouth currently was. 

When Jaune's ejaculation ended, his dick retreated from Yang's mouth. Not having lost a millimeter of its erection, the cocktip slid off her lips and bounced back up in a springlike fashion. A line of spit still connected the kneeling woman's mouth to Jaune's hot, rigid rod. Yang licked the remaining semen off her lips. She swallowed it in a single gulp; its taste enhanced her own desire.

Both of them were a bit sweaty, warm from the sexual exchange. What transpired just now began to sink in––which is why they took it to the next level instantly.