Chapter-14

Mantle had already been a powder keg waiting to go off. 

Years of neglect from the Atlesian government had festered and grown, building up resentment and anger as their privileged countrymen in the sky reaped the benefits of being born to the right family or having the right type of money, all while they skimped and scraped to make any sort of living. Even if life had been tough, at least living in the lower city had once been safe. They couldn't even claim that anymore. There was a murderer on the loose, one that Atlas had continually failed to bring to justice, and the perimeter wall that was meant to protect the kingdom from Grimm was next to useless now that a large section was simply a big gaping hole.

It should have been a priority to get that fixed but day after day, week after week, month after month, the hole remained while precious material and labor was funneled elsewhere. The populace didn't know about Amity and the bold idea Ironwood was attempting to make reality, to connect the kingdoms and the entire world once more, but even if they had known, would it really have been a comfort to those that had already lost family?

Jaune doubted it.

Mantle had been a powder keg well before they'd arrived from Argus, waiting for that final spark to set it off. Jacques Schnee had delivered that final spark with all the delicacy of a sledgehammer. His reckless words and actions had tipped them over the edge, and as Jaune watched several looters attempt to break into a SDC sponsored store, he just felt numb.

Part of him just wanted to let them wreck the store, understanding their fury. It was an emotional response to their plight, perhaps – but it was a genuine one, coming from a place of sympathy. The other half of him, though – that part knew that wrecking the store accomplished nothing. In fact, all it did was probably help Jacques Schnee. His announcement had felt cold and calculating, an invitation of such a response. This is exactly what the man wanted and anything that played into his favor was something Jaune knew couldn't be good for Mantle. While he agreed that Atlas and General Ironwood had dropped the ball when it came to the lower kingdom, this wasn't how to go about fixing it. Nothing good could come of this.

He really couldn't believe such a disgusting man was Weiss' father. So many things about her early days at Beacon made a lot more sense now. What he would give just to sock that piece of shit in the mouth. Just the once would be enough.

Jaune sighed. As nice as it was to fantasize about punching the owner of the Schnee Dust Company in his dumb face, he had a job to do.

"Hey!" he called out, drawing the attention of the would-be looters. "Put those bricks down, right now."

There were seven of them in total, five men and two women. All on the younger side, anywhere from sixteen to twenty five. They were armed with loose bricks, of which they'd been using to bang against the storefront window. The glass was cracked but holding under their combined assault, reinforced to protect against forced entry. Though it would only be a matter of time until even that gave way.

Time he wasn't going to give them.

"Who the fuck are you?" one of the girls asked aggressively. "Mind your own damn business!"

"Yeah, get lost!" one of the guys shouted, waving his brick threateningly.

"Sorry," Jaune said, not sorry at all. Not if they were willing to threaten others. "But I can't do that."

They made to advance on him. Crocea Mors rasped loudly as he unsheathed the family blade, the polished steel glinting in the dim street light. They froze, eyes focused on his sword. They weren't so confident now, confronted with a weapon. -They were civilians, not trained soldiers.

"Go home," he commanded. "If I catch you out here again, you're under arrest."

They hesitated, their anger bleeding away until there was nothing left but fear. Jaune hated being looked at fearfully, he wasn't that type of person but there was no other option. It was either scare them into compliance or haul them into a cell for the night. He'd much rather that they run off to lick their wounded pride and sleep in their own bed, than drag them to the nearest military outpost kicking and screaming.

"Fuck, he's a huntsman," another of the guys dropped his brick. His friends followed suit. They weren't stupid enough to attack a huntsman, no matter how frustrated they were.

Jaune watched as they left, grumbling under their breath. This wasn't the first group of people he had broken up tonight and he doubted it would be the last. When they realized what they were up against, they no longer wanted to fight. While they were willing to test their boundaries with the many droids patrolling the streets, a huntsman was something else entirely. At the very least, this street was now free of troublemakers.

Pulling out his scroll, he found Ruby's number quickly.

"Sector 7 is clear," he said as soon as she answered. "How is everything on your end?"

He heard the unmistakable sound of shattering glass.

"Oh," he deadpanned.

"They're flipping cars," Ruby sighed, Yang's angry voice carrying in the background. "I think we'll be here for a while."

"Need some backup?"

"We should be good, though Blake might need a hand. Weiss was sent back to Atlas; people figured out who she was pretty quick and that didn't go down well. It just made them all angrier."

Jaune grimaced. "Yeah – I can see that."

The Schnee's had very distinctive coloring. They weren't the only people in the world to claim white hair, of course – but they were currently in the seat of their empire. This was where Nicholas Schnee built his company from the ground up. There was no way anyone in Atlas or Mantle would mistake Weiss for anyone else but Jacques Schnee's daughter, not when advertising and their high profile lives had been screened across the kingdom for years on end.

"Where is she?"

"Sector 12," Ruby replied. "Good luck."

A quick glance at the map showed Sector 12 was somewhere he was intimately familiar with. It contained mostly apartment buildings, though it also housed most of the schools he regularly escorted students to and from. That was fortunate, as ever since word of the unrest had reached Atlas he had been worried about the families of those very same children. This gave him the opportunity to check in on them. One family in particular.

When he found Blake, she looked to be at the end of her rope. Several people had crowded around her, shouting and demanding answers. Bins littered the street, though thankfully there were no flipped cars, and none of the apartments looked damaged in any way. Though when he looked up, he saw curious eyes peering out from behind curtains and frost covered windows.

They were watching everything unfold; waiting to see if they needed to get involved. Things could turn much uglier than they already were if things weren't deescalated quickly.

"What seems to be the problem?" he yelled as he approached. There were some recognizable faces in the crowd. "A curfew has been put in place. Please return to your homes at once."

"Who are you to tell us what to do!?" one of them screamed. Jaune placed his hand on the pommel of his sword, though he didn't draw it. It was enough, though, as they eyed him warily.

"Jaune?" a man with a shockingly red mustache asked. "What are you doing here?"

His name was Alroy. He was the father of one of the many children Jaune escorted.

"I'm just here to keep the peace," he replied, stepping beside Blake. She gave him a grateful look. "Please – it would be best for everyone if you just returned to your homes. What good does any of this do?"

"Why should we listen to you? You're one of them!" a woman accused.

"One of who?" Jaune asked. "I'm just a huntsman doing his job."

"Jaune," Alroy stepped forward. "Surely you understand what is happening here?"

"I do," he gestured at Blake. "We both get it. But how does trashing your city help anything? I understand that you're angry. Who wouldn't be? Things just seem to be getting worse. But doesn't that mean you should be with your families? Not out here, breaking property and attracting the Grimm? There is a reason I walk your little girl to school, Alroy. All this negativity is just going to make that worse."

"So what? Are we just meant to roll over and let them do what they want?" someone demanded; a faunus with long, floppy ears. "How does that help us?"

"Then do something about it," Blake spoke up, drawing everyone's attention. "But do it the right way! Don't be vandals! Be citizens of Mantle! The election is coming up! Use your vote and speak up. Don't just stand by and let someone like Jacques Schnee waltz in, just because he decided to hold everyone hostage for his own benefit! You have candidates that care – vote them in, help them change things for the better."

The crowd was still tense but Blake's clear passion as she spoke soothed their frayed edges. Jaune watched as they slowly began to disperse, still unhappy, still angry at the situation, but now seeing reason. Or maybe it was because arguing with two huntsmen would get them nowhere. Whatever the case, they were going back into their homes and that was all that mattered.

"Nice speech," Jaune said with a grin.

Blake huffed. "Thanks for showing up. I thought I was going to have to restrain them. They didn't take kindly to Weiss being down here."

"Yeah, Ruby mentioned that," Jaune gave her a curious look. "You could have just scared them off."

Blake shrugged. "I just... didn't want to give them another reason to be angry. And – well, most of them were human."

Jaune glanced at her cat ears twitching in the cold air. While Mantle had many faunus living within its damaged walls, and human-faunus relations were better than in the upper city, there would always be prejudice, no matter where you were. Blake was more mindful of that than most, considering her past. She was always thinking of the bigger picture. He supposed the sight of a faunus huntress getting physical with civilians would send the type of message Blake would want to avoid at all costs.

"Right," Jaune patted her shoulder. "You did the right thing."

"I hate this," Blake muttered.

"Yeah," Jaune sighed. "Yeah, this sucks."

They walked in silence. Every so often, they'd come across some patrolling droids, rifles held aloft, but there wasn't another living soul in sight. Their boots crunched as they stepped on day old snow, a brisk breeze picking up and carrying discarded rubbish down the sidewalk. Steam wafted off pipes, the heating grid working overtime to keep everyone comfortable in the harsh climate of Solitas.

It was an eerie sight.

"Do you mind if I make a few stops?" he asked.

Blake gave him a searching look. "Sure. Where are we going?"

"I just want to check up on some people. Make sure everything is okay."

He couldn't visit everyone but he made the effort, moving from building to building, checking up on those he could. Most of them seemed surprised by his visit, though grateful that he was thinking about their wellbeing. A couple were skeptical at first, thinking he was there to take them away, though their frosty welcomes thawed quickly when he proved that wasn't the case. The children in particular were happiest to see him, his presence brightening their night.

He couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe by visiting them, things may have felt a little less scary.

Jaune noticed Blake staring at him as they exited the latest building, the cold air slapping them in the face.

"What's up?"

She shook her head. "You're a really good guy, Jaune."

He gave an embarrassed laugh, "Uh – what?"

She smiled at him, a beautiful smile that made her look so much younger. "Nothing~"

There was one more stop he wanted to make before moving on.

The rusted gate groaned as he pushed it open. He held it for Blake to step through, pulling it closed behind her. When he pressed the button for unit 37, it sounded unusually loud.

"Er – Cerise, it's Jaune," he started awkwardly. "Sorry for stopping by unannounced but I was making the rounds, and wanted to check in and see if everything was okay with you and the girls."

There was a brief moment of silence before the buzzer sounded, the door unlocking with a click. Stepping inside, he ushered Blake up the stairs. Cerise was waiting in the doorway to her apartment, dressed in a lovely pink robe. When she noticed he wasn't alone, she hastily tightened the sash, hiding her impressive cleavage from view.

Blake arched an eyebrow in his direction.

He pointedly ignored it.

"Cerise," he greeted. "This is Blake. Blake, this is Cerise."

Blake dipped her head, "Hello."

"Hi," Cerise replied. She was about to say more when the sound of bare feet slapping against wooden flooring reached their ears.

"Jaune!"

Magenta and Amaranth squeezed by their mother and leapt at him. Jaune braced himself as they slammed into his chest, their arms wrapping around his torso. Blake giggled at the sight, their mother rolling her eyes though she was smiling.

"What are you doing here? We don't have school, you know?"

"Are you staying the night? Oh, can he, can he, can he?"

They were certainly excitable. Jaune swayed side-to-side as they tugged him in opposite directions.

"Now, now, girls – he is just stopping by to see how we are doing," they both groaned in disappointment. "But I'm sure he has enough time for a coffee. Would you and your friend like to come in?"

Jaune smiled. "Sure. Thank you."

While Cerise prepared their drinks, her girls pulled him into their room to show him around. He was a little nervous, leaving Blake alone with her. He didn't think Cerise would say anything too incriminating but you could never be too careful. Though if anything was said, he couldn't tell. When he returned to the kitchen, a girl under each arm, everything seemed normal.

"Thanks," he said as he sipped his coffee. Blake had opted for tea.

"You've been a bit of a stranger lately, haven't you," Cerise teased. "I hope they aren't keeping you too busy up there."

"Oh, you know," Jaune shrugged, careful not to make eye contact with Blake. "There is always something. How have things been here? No one causing any trouble?"

Cerise set down her own mug, toying with a strand of her long black hair. "Nothing yet but people are really angry. Robyn Hill has been through the area, trying to keep everyone calm. For the most part, it worked but I don't know for how long."

That was the first he had heard of that though it made a lot of sense with the election approaching. It was in her best interest to keep the people from rioting and becoming desperate enough to vote for Jacques.

"They've been handing out food parcels and medication, things for the elderly, stuff like that," she continued. "A lot of the stores that closed were pharmacies. People are finding it tough to get their prescriptions."

That was something the other families had shared. The SDC had their hands in a lot of different businesses. When they shut their stores, half the city had closed. What was left wasn't enough to service the entire population. It had only been a couple of days but shortages were a certainty. By the end of the week, things were going to be dire.

It was sickening.

Blake simply listened as they conversed, split between them and the twin ten year olds vying for her attention. Jaune grinned as they bombarded her with questions about being a huntress, barely letting her answer before shifting onto the next one. It was cute seeing her get so flustered.

"Well, we better get going," Jaune said as he finished his drink. Magenta complained loudly while Amaranth sulked, but settled down when he promised he'd stop by again later in the week. They weren't the only ones happy with that announcement, Cerise gifting him with a secretive smile and wink when Blake wasn't looking.

"I look forward to it," she whispered in his ear when Blake stepped out into the hall. The gentle scent of her shampoo tickled his nose as she pinched his butt. Jaune jumped. Thankfully her daughters had followed Blake out so no one saw it. "You'll make sure I'm nice and safe, right?"

The look in her eyes was all desire.

"They were nice," Blake said when they exited the building.

Jaune cleared his throat. "Yeah, they're great."

There was a beat of silence.

"She is very beautiful."

When Jaune glanced her way, Blake's face was expressionless.

"What?"

"Cerise," she elaborated. "She is incredibly beautiful. Don't you think?"

She was. She wasn't huntress fit but she had an amazing body and was very beautiful indeed. Though if Jaune had to pick one thing about her looks that he loved the most, it was her gorgeous eyes. They were soul rending; especially in the midst of climax. Thinking about that made him think about her cute inverted nipples and her pink, glistening pussy spread wide around his shaft. Just the memory of her sweet moans had his cock twitching in his pants.

He cleared his throat again. "She is."

She suddenly turned to face him. "I think she likes you."

Jaune came to a stop.

"What do you mean?"

He tried to keep his voice casual and he felt he did a pretty good job of it. Blake had a strange look on her face. Her lips were quirked as if she were amused, but the way her eyebrows were arched gave her an annoyed look, as if she knew exactly what he was really thinking.

"She thought you were alone tonight," Blake said, peering up at him with her pretty amber eyes. She held her hands behind her back, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. It was an oddly playful pose for Blake, who was normally so serious and reserved. "She was hoping you were alone. You've thoroughly charmed her, haven't you? Not just her – a few of the mothers we visited tonight... Jaune, when did you become such a ladies man?"

Now she was teasing him. He could hear it in her tone of voice, the suggestive lilt, the way her lips stretched into more of a smile. The twinkle in her eyes couldn't mean anything good.

"They just appreciate the job I do," Jaune said calmly, though he didn't feel calm at all. Not just because she was pressing on something he didn't want her to know about but because of how pretty this teasing, playful Blake was. He liked this side of her. He liked it a lot. "Before we came – well, they weren't really sending people down here to look after their children. And even now, I'm sure most huntsmen think it is below them. Babysitting a bunch of kids isn't the sort of thing people think about when they sign up to become huntsmen."

He remembered how disheartened he had felt when he realized his first ever mission was looking after some brats. While Ruby and Weiss were out there killing Grimm, he was holding little girls hands to help them cross the street. It wasn't until later that he discovered the importance of such roles and threw himself into it wholeheartedly. Not everything about being a huntsman was life and death combat, not everything was about saving a village from destruction or keeping magic relics out of the hands of the Queen of the Grimm.

Sometimes it was just making sure the people felt safe. It may have been something so small and simple, but those small and simple things added up.

Blake nodded. "Oh, I'm sure they appreciate you. Though that isn't all they appreciate."

Thoughts of Cerise's body had started the process but watching Blake check him out, letting her eyes rove across the length of his body had his dick completely stiff in an instant. He truly was on a hair trigger these days.

"They want you," Blake stared deep into his eyes. "If I hadn't been with you tonight, what do you think might have happened?"

Would Cerise be bold enough to try something with her daughter's home? Her breasts had been all but spilling out of her robe when they approached, only Blake's presence had prompted her to adjust her attire into something more appropriate. Would she have tried to fuck him, even with Magenta and Amaranth around? Surely not.

"Nothing would have happened," Jaune denied softly.

"But is that because they don't want it?" Blake questioned. "Or because you wouldn't let it happen?"

He didn't know how to answer that. He knew Cerise wanted it; a couple of the moms did, though she was a surety. But would he really have stopped her, if she had pressed him? Blake may have unintentionally cock blocked him which was kind of funny.

"She asked me if I was your girlfriend," she revealed suddenly.

"What?" he asked, shocked.

Blake stepped forward into his personal space, her body mere inches from his own. He could feel the heat of her, the warmth of her lithe, toned body. "I wanted to tell her I was. Do you know why?"

Jaune shook his head mutely.

Her hand moved, cupping his balls and cock. Blake's eyes lit up in happy surprise at his aroused state. She gave him a tender squeeze. "This is why."

"Blake," he warned.

"Fuck, your cock is so big," she whispered, voice low and husky. "I was so mad that Ruby interrupted us, I wanted to scream. Do you know how horny I was? You made me cum and I wanted more; so much more. Can I have it?" Her eyes were so big and pleading. "Please? Can I have it?"

The way she begged him unraveled any sense of decency he may have had. It reminded him of Yang and how she had pleaded with him to stick his cock inside her. Knowing the history between these two girls only made it so much hotter.

Jaune suddenly seized her and pulled her down a nearby alleyway, an excited little squeak passing her lips. Passing by overflowing dumpsters, he found a small alcove shrouded in shadow. Hidden from view, he pressed her up against the cold brick wall and claimed her mouth, unable to control his lust any longer. Blake moaned deeply as their lips molded together, her tongue darting out to taste him.

"Yes, yes, yes," she whispered between kisses, their lips smacking wetly. Jaune placed his hands on her shapely hips, squeezing her as he sucked on her tongue. Her entire body quaked with need. "Yes, yes, yes – baby, touch me. Please?"

Kissing her slow and deep, he let his hands wander up her sexy body. Unzipping her coat, it fell open easily as he palmed her lovely breasts. She gasped into his mouth, pulling his body against her, rolling her belly against his turgid erection. The feel of her soft, warm belly pressing against him felt good, so he pressed into her harder, grinding into her flesh. Her nipples hardened rapidly, twin peaks through her body suit. When he tweaked them, she tossed her head back in pleasure.

They humped against each other for some time, gasping and groaning as they devoured one another completely. Her lips were plump and red, sticky with their saliva, her eyes molten gold. When he pulled away to admire how sexy she looked, she swooped in, latching onto his neck.

She bit down, tugging and licking, sucking at his skin until it was red and purple. Jaune squeezed her tits harder, her breasts completely shaped to his hands. His heartbeat pounded in his cock, begging to be free. Her hands quickly fumbled with his zipper.

"I want to taste you," she breathed against his cheek, giving it a lick. "Fuck, I want to suck your cock."

Jaune groaned as she reached inside, tucked his underwear down and pulled him free. The air was ice cold but her hands were warm from touching him, the dual sensations lightning upon his nerves. She stroked him quickly, firmly, a bead of pre-cum forming on the tip.

She kissed him hungrily before pulling back, pupils blown wide with desire. Without a word, she lowered herself until she was kneeling between his legs, her hot breath wafting across his shaft and balls. The sight of her down there, Blake Belladonna moments away from inhaling his cock made his member flex, more pre-cum spilling from his glans.

"Ooo," Blake cooed, swiping it with her tongue. Jaune groaned.

She lashed the head with her tongue, lapping at the tip with quick strikes. Her hand pumped up and down the shaft, stroking him smoothly. Every time her tongue darted against his sensitive glans, his cock swelled and flexed. The pleasure felt stronger than usual, more explosive. Jaune placed one hand on the wall to keep steady, the other dropping down to rest upon her head.

Blake mewled as his fingers rubbed against her cat ears, her body shivering. Noticing her reaction, he stroked and kneaded her furry little appendages. Holding his cock up, she licked from root to end, smooching the underside of his crown.

"You're so hard," she marveled, rubbing his length against her face. She nuzzled it against her cheeks, across her nose, along her jaw. She giggled when it slipped free of her grasp and slapped against her forehead, a meaty thud that sent a jolt of desire churning through his balls.

"I'm going to make you cum," she said, kissing his urethra. "Cum lots for me, 'kay?"

When her lips parted around his fat head, he was engulfed in liquid heat. Her tongue flexed against the underside of his shaft, pressing against the thick ridge that throbbed with need. She moved slowly, her head rocking back and forth, taking more of his dick with each pass. Her lips were sealed tight around his girth, stretched wide with his meat. Blake made cute little sounds of exertion as she sped up, sucking firmly until his toes curled in his boots.

"Oh, baby," Jaune groaned, gently rocking his hips to her movements. He rubbed her ears harder, fingers dragging against her scalp. "Just like that, Blake. Your mouth feels so good."

She moaned around him, slurping vigorously as she pressed on. Jaune closed his eyes when he felt his cock reach the back of her mouth, tickling the edge of her throat. When she went even further, throating his cock as best she could, his balls tightened in appreciation.

It was a little much for her, Blake pulling off with a cough. Saliva coated his length, connected to her lips by thin strands. Watery amber eyes stared up at him with desire, her mouth closing in around his cock quickly, returning to the task at hand. She encircled his shaft with her fingers, setting a limit on what she could take. Her lips would press down his cock until they met her fingers, swallowing the majority of his member before retreating up again with hearty sucks. All the while, she kept her eyes upturned, watching him.

The pressure was quickly building up inside, his length stiffening even further. That knot of molten desire grew and grew, wishing to spill over. His cock head swelled in anticipation.

After a few more bobs of her head, Blake pulled off him with a harsh pop. Her hand stroked him up and down, twisting lightly at the end. She licked around the ridge of his head, teasing the left and right, before pursing her lips and giving the tip a chaste kiss. Pre-cum spilled onto her lips, sticky and thick.

"Are you close?" she panted excitedly, kissing his cock all over. Holding his cock up, she sucked one of his balls into her mouth. Jaune felt his sac tighten as she swirled it around, sucking on it until it pulsed and threatened to burst.

He was close.

"Yeah, baby," he said as she worked her way up. "You're going to make me cum so hard, Blake."

His scroll was piercing loud as it rang, Blake pausing at the sudden sound. Jaune swore, pulling it out to check who was calling him. Ruby's profile picture blinked at him innocently.

"I need to answer this," he said regretfully.

They were still on a mission.

"Hey," he answered, keeping his voice calm as he brought the scroll up to his ear. "What's up?"

"Did you find Blake?" she asked at once.

"You could say that," he joked. "Everything is fine over here. There were a few people causing problems but they've all returned..."

"Jaune?" Ruby asked after a beat of silence. "Is everything okay?"

Blake had started stroking him again, her mouth placing wet, sucking kisses against the base of his shaft. Jaune glanced down at her in alarm but she only stared back in lust, her hand speeding up. The sound of her wet palm gliding up and down his cock sounded unusually loud. He knew it was silly, that Ruby could never hear it in a million years, yet that fear bloomed inside him – fear and exhilaration.

What the hell was she doing?

"Jaune?"

"Sorry, Ruby," he cleared his throat, unable to look away. He was transfixed, watching as Blake moved up and engulfed his thick cock once more. "I thought I heard something but it was just a cat."

A very naughty cat, at that.

Her cheeks caved in as she gave a sturdy suck, her tongue swirling around the head. That is where she focused all her attention now, her mouth not moving beyond his glans. Her hands were busy, however, stroking and twisting, pumping his steel hard shaft. Blake hummed, the vibrations exquisite as they passed through him.

"They all returned to their homes," he continued, keeping his breathing shallow. "We're just patrolling now. How about you guys? Everything good over there?"

"We had to restrain a few of them," Ruby said, sounding upset that it had come to that. "But most of the people left on their own. Our shift is nearly over so we were wondering if you wanted to meet up and head back together."

It took Jaune a few seconds to register her words for Blake was now massaging his balls, rolling them around in her palm as she slurped the tip. She made a sound of excitement as his cock tensed, balancing right on the edge of climax.

"I think we'll stay a little longer," he rushed out, the pleasure threatening to burst. "Just to make sure, you know? You guys go on ahead."

"Are you sure?"

Oh, he was sure. Jaune grit his teeth as without warning, Blake took him deep. Once, twice, three times, she bobbed rapidly, sucking with everything she had while squeezing his tender balls.

"I'm sure," he somehow said. "Go get some rest."

Ruby's reply was lost as the dam finally burst. Jaune pressed his scroll to his chest as he groaned deeply, his cock bursting in heavy gushes across Blake's writhing tongue. Pulling back until just the head sat within her hot mouth, she sucked and stroked as volley after volley of thick, potent seed filled her. It just kept going and going, Jaune panting as she continued to suck him through his orgasm.

"Fuck, Blake," he hissed.

Blake tried to take it all but it was too much, the cat girl retreating with a cough as her mouth filled to capacity. The last heaving shot lanced across her cheek as she backed off, gazing up at him in adoration. Jaune watched as she opened her mouth, showing off the massive load she had coaxed out of his balls before closing her lips and swallowing.

His cock flexed in arousal.

"Yummy," she said with an impish smile. She wiped the semen off her cheek with a finger and sucked it clean, her pink lips pursed around the tip. "Mm, how was it? That was my first time doing something like that."

Her cheeks flushed at the admission.

"You were amazing," he said lowly, pulling her up. He gave her a peck on the nose, her face scrunching cutely. "That was really your first time?"

"I've thought about it a lot," she confessed, looking shy. "You could say I have a very active imagination."

She was still stroking him, his dick not having lost even an ounce of energy. Her fingers teased the sensitive head, the tip weeping remnants of his ejaculation.

"I'm so wet, Jaune," Blake confessed, her thighs rubbing together. There was a frustrated look in her eyes, one of deep want. "Do we have to go back? I want to fuck you so badly."

He felt the same way but he wasn't going to fuck her here. Their first time together wasn't going to be in some dark, cold alleyway behind a dumpster. Tucking his cock away with some effort, he grabbed her hand and pulled her along.

"Come on," he urged, tucking his scroll away. "There has to be a place we can go around here somewhere."

What he failed to notice was that the call was still live.