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“Are you sure this will work?”
“Positive. It’s been tested. The trinket was developed especially for you by Watts and will allow you to impart your Semblance on her even when you’re not there. Test it if you like. Have her do something.”
“All right. Balance on one foot.”
“See? Completely under your control – or more specifically, under my control. So long as we keep the trigger in mind, Pyrrha Nikos is ours to command, and if that fool Ozpin really does select her as we expect, he’ll walk right into my trap. Isn’t that right, Pyrrha?”
“Yes…”
“It’s like her brain isn’t even there anymore.”
“Once she’s under a trance, it’s as good as that. Now quickly, we can’t wait long. Pyrrha, you will return to your team and act as normal until I command otherwise. With this trinket, we have ourselves an unsuspecting mole in Ozpin’s camp. Pyrrha Nikos will do all our work for us.” The woman laughed darkly. “Emerald, get some rest. We have a busy month ahead.”
“Yes Cinder.”
The recording clicked silent, the tinny tones of the three women on the other side fading into nothing as the message reached its finish. Jaune Arc placed his scroll on the headmaster’s desk, lips downturned, eyes closed and standing beside a shocked and frightened Pyrrha. Across from him, the headmaster sat on his chair, fingers peaked between his face and elbows on the table. Miss Goodwitch stood nearby, gripping a clipboard so tight he could hear it creaking.
Miss Goodwitch leaned down to whisper in Ozpin’s ear. They all heard her despite her efforts. The atmosphere was too quiet for them not to. “Cinder Fall. A team from Haven, sir. They’re on dorm 312. Shall I…?”
“Contact Qrow. Bring a team of huntsmen in. Subtly. I shall lead it myself.” Ozpin nodded once he’d finished and Miss Goodwitch returned it, favouring Jaune with a rare look of respect before leaving the room. The moment the elevator doors slid shut, Ozpin spoke to them. “Mr Arc, you have done a good thing this day. The right thing. Too many would have rushed in without thinking and those people, as well intentioned as they might be, may well have died. Miss Nikos might even have been made to strike the final blow, and she would never know.” He stood, coming around the desk with a proud smile. “Thank you for trusting us enough to bring this to our attention. Rest assured, Miss Fall and her team will be dealt with before the night is done.”
“And that’s how it happened.”
Team RWBY and Team JNPR sat in a circle in the centre of the JNPR dorm, equal parts shocked, offended and relieved. Pyrrha was leaning on his arm, cheek resting on his shoulder. His was leaning on hers as well, both smiling contentedly.
“I told Jaune my feelings straight after,” Pyrrha said. “It was so close a call I didn’t want to lose the opportunity. I might have been a little panicked too,” she admitted. “It came out in a rush.”
“You mean when you jumped on me and kissed me the moment we got downstairs?”
“You didn’t have to tell them that part!” Pyrrha complained, slapping his arm.
Yang burst out laughing, following quickly by Nora and Ruby. Pyrrha laughed too after a second to get over the embarrassment. She still pinched his arm, but it was lovingly done and Jaune squeezed her back with an arm around her waist. It wasn’t hard for anyone to see her confession had been returned.
“Not as heroic a story as I imagined but you probably handled that as well as you could.” Weiss, as always, mixed compliment with insult. “Ozpin was right to say you made the correct choice. I can think of certain people here who would have run in like idiots!”
“Why do I get the feeling you’re talking about me?” Yang asked.
“Hm. I wonder!”
“I heard they caught Cinder’s teammates but she’s still at large,” Ren said. “Though she’s been driven out of Beacon so that’s a relief. I can’t see her finding a way back in.”
“Ozpin says there isn’t a risk to me anymore since they caught Emerald,” Pyrrha explained. “It was she who put the trance on me. Apparently, her Semblance changes what people see, hear and perceive, and the device was able to amplify that. I don’t really know the details.”
Jaune stepped in to explain. “It was an accessory. It was something that would make Pyrrha follow their every order so long as she was wearing it, and we’d have never realised anything was wrong.”
“Where is it?” Ruby asked.
“Ruby!” Weiss snapped. “You can’t ask that!”
“Ah, why? Oh!” Ruby blushed to the tips of her hair. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to say I wanted to know or anything. I’d never use it!”
“It’s fine.” Pyrrha smiled and waved her down. Looking to him, she squeezed his fingers with one hand and leant into him. “It was a badge. Jaune gave it over to Ozpin to get rid of. It’s gone now, and it won’t ever be coming back.”
“Good riddance.” Nora said. “To Jaune and Pyrrha!”
“What are we even toasting wit-”
Weiss went ignored as everyone raised their hands.
“To Jaune and Pyrrha!”
Jaune’s hand came up to Pyrrha’s cheek as he kissed her with all his might, lips moulded together as Pyrrha clung to his hair. Nora and Ren had long since abandoned them, reading the signs of what was to come and getting the hell out of there before things became awkward. That was one area he thought their friends could have done without, but it was hard to keep them in mind when his tongue was swirling inside Pyrrha’s mouth. His girlfriend tasted of cherries, and she was so soft under him that he couldn’t help but push into her, leaning her back onto the bed.
“W – Wait. Wait.”
Pyrrha pushed him gently away by the shoulder. Her face was flushed red and even more beautiful for it, cheeks practically glowing. Her pretty lips glistened from where they’d been furiously kissing for the last few minutes.
The frightened look in her eyes cooled his ardour. “Did I do something wrong?” Jaune asked. “I’m sorry-”
“No, no, no.” Her hands wrapped around his neck as she reassured him. Her hair lay splayed out in every direction on the quilt and she leaned up to kiss his lips chastely. “It wasn’t you. I just don’t think I’m ready for… this.”
“This?” he asked. “Kissing? We weren’t doing anything outside what we usually do.”
“T – The bed, I mean,” she whispered. “It’s too close to… you know…”
Bed? What about it? They were just laying back on it and-
“Oh! Oh right. Yeah...”
Blood rushing to his own cheeks and down to his groin, Jaune sat up and let her do the same. He hadn’t really meant to push her down like that; he’d just been kissing and following her as she relaxed in his arms, but now that she brought it up, he’d practically pinned her to the bed. It wasn’t hard to imagine that going further or what it’d mean.
“I will eventually,” she said. “In time.”
“It’s fine. I didn’t mean to say we should do that. We were just making out and you were leaning back, and I followed…”
“I know.” Pyrrha giggled and leaned into him, kissing his cheek. “It was more my fault than yours. You didn’t try and push me into anything. I just panicked when I realised we were in a bed together. It’s too close to that, even if you didn’t mean it. I think that’s something we should save for a special moment.”
The surge of disappointment he felt was honestly more than a little perplexing. He hadn’t even meant to suggest them sleeping together, but now that she nixed it just like that, he found the loss of the idea more troubling than it should have been. It was followed by a rush of anger, all of it aimed inward.
It was Pyrrha’s choice. Or both their choices, but hers to say no since he was all for it.
It certainly wasn’t his right to push her into or his place to get upset if she wanted to take things slow. Growing up with seven sisters had taught him that. He’d seen guys kicked to the curb for trying to speed things along.
I’m not like them, he told himself. I can wait for her. I love her.
“Is that okay?” Pyrrha asked.
“Course it is!” He wrapped his hands around her waist, and she allowed herself to be drawn into his lap. “We’ll take things as slow or as fast as you want. I’m in this for the long haul.” Jaune touched his nose to hers, seeing his own reflection in her emerald eyes. “I hope it’s the same for you.”
Pyrrha’s hands linked behind his neck, eyes closing as she leaned into him.
“It is.”
With his girlfriend in his lap and their bodies moulding together, Jaune slid a hand down Pyrrha’s back toward her rear. It was something he’d seen other guys do with their girlfriends – not to feel up under her skirt, but just to touch her there, over her skirt. To pull her close so he could feel her body heat against him.
Her hand instantly caught his wrist and she pulled her lips from his, breathing heavily. “Jaune…”
“That too?” he whined.
He tried to sound mature about it, he really did, but Pyrrha was sat in his lap grinding right up against his erection. Wasn’t that exactly the same as him touching her ass? Less so. Sure, it was his fault he was turned on so much, but she was the one leaving him aching after every session.
“It’s not that I don’t enjoy it, Jaune. I’m just not ready.”
“Not ready for me to touch you through your skirt?”
We’ve been dating for five weeks. Hell, Yang has slapped my ass at least once as a joke. Why am I more intimate with her than my own girlfriend?
It wasn’t like he was asking for sex - just a little intimate contact. A little progress to show they were on their way to something. It’d gotten so bad he’d bitten the bullet and called his sisters for advice. They hadn’t been much use other than to say he had to give her time, but a consensus he had managed to get out of it was that most girls weren’t as shy as Pyrrha was.
His sisters didn’t sleep around with just anyone they were dating, but if they’d been doing so for a month happily, they weren’t going to be as skittish as they had been on day one. That was him paraphrasing, too. His sisters hadn’t been quite so kind when calling Pyrrha a prude or repressed. Naturally, he defended her to them. Pyrrha was his partner, his girlfriend and his best friend. Besides, there was probably a good reason for it that didn’t involve any fault on his end.
When she brought his hand back up to her back and leaned in to kiss him again, he didn’t try and move it lower. Her breasts still pushed into his chest and her thighs was burning a hole through his pants and into his bulging crotch. It was so bad he had half a mind to tell her she couldn’t touch him too, not to get back at her but because this was torture.
“Is it a Mistral thing?” he asked her after when they were sitting together on her bed, Pyrrha leaning on him with a happy smile. “Is there some cultural taboo against being too intimate too soon?”
“Is it a problem?”
“No.” Yes, but it was his problem. “At least it’s not a problem that you don’t want to. More, I guess I just want to understand why.” He hated how insecure it made him sound but that was kind of how he felt. “I just wanted to be sure it wasn’t something I’m doing wrong.”
Understanding dawned on her face, along with a gentle smile. “It’s not you, Jaune. You’ve made me nothing but happy.”
“Did you have a bad experience in the past? Is that it?”
“What? No, you’re my first ever boyfriend.”
“And you’re my first girlfriend. It’s not that I’m trying to be pushy…”
Five weeks. A month and a bit. And it wasn’t like they’d not spent any time together before that – they lived together in their dorm. They were friends. Apparently, she’d had feelings for him since day one.
It must be me, he thought. Even Yang is making whip crack noises at me. Am I not good enough for her to want to go further?
“I don’t think you’re pushy,” she said. He could hear the exasperation and wilted at it. “And it’s not a cultural thing. Mistral is fairly… well, open with these things. Sometimes a little too open. My family have always been quite conservative though, and I just think we should both be serious about our careers.”
“Are you dumping me?”
“No!” Pyrrha almost gasped it out, then rushed out the rest. “No, no, no. It’s taken me this long to get you; I’m not letting go.” Awkwardly, she laughed. “I’m just saying maybe we should save anything heavier until after Beacon.”
Until after they graduated….?
That was… That was four years away.
Three and a half by now, but still. Wasn’t their time in Beacon meant to be the best of their lives? Weren’t they supposed to be living it up? He loved her, he really did, and after finally realising that he didn’t think he’d have gone back even if Weiss offered to go out with him. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
And apparently, that would mean waiting four years to be able to do anything more than hold and kiss her. Four whole years.
“Is that okay?” Pyrrha asked nervously. “A – Am I being unfair?”
“No.” Biting down on the instinctive `yes`, he forced himself to lean his head on hers and tightly hold her side. It wasn’t great, but if it was what she wanted, it was what she wanted. “No, that’s fine. I really do love you, Pyrrha. I just… I guess I’m just getting carried away. You’re so amazing and beautiful I can’t help myself.”
“You’re pretty amazing yourself. Don’t worry. The time will fly by.”
Jaune laughed along with her, drawing in a long breath and looking away so she wouldn’t see the look in his eyes. It was her body, her life and her choice. All he could do was respect that and wait for her to be more comfortable with the idea.
It was only until after Beacon. Only a couple of years…
“Jaune, are you okay in there?”
Pyrrha’s fist thumped on the bathroom door as she shouted through it, making him freeze on the spot. He was stood over the toilet, legs squatted and pants down around his ankles. Not taking a leak, though. He had his cock firmly in hand and had been busy jacking it as hard as he could before she started shouting.
Panicked, he looked to the door and prayed to any God listening he’d locked it. He had. Thank God. Swallowing, he called back, “I’m fine. Why?”
“You sounded like you were in pain.”
I am in pain, he thought, glaring down at his hard length. At around eight inches, he knew he was above average and right now it felt like it was pushing nine from sheer pent-up frustration.
What else could he do? He’d heard Neptune refer to the idea of a `tactical wank`, which he’d initially thought sounded ridiculous. The idea was to work yourself out before an important date so that you either wouldn’t be too excited on it or could last longer if it got more intimate. For him, it was most definitely the former. He’d found that time with Pyrrha was spent a little easier if he took care of his blue balls beforehand.
I can’t believe I’ve got a girlfriend and am somehow masturbating more than I ever did before.
“Jaune…?”
“I’m fine!” He couldn’t get off now, not without making noise and with Pyrrha all but listening in through the door. Hissing, he forced himself back into his pants, practically wrestling himself down before he pulled up the zipper. “Just cleaning up!” he said, running the tap to mask the noise and then quickly washing his hands and dabbing his face dry of perspiration. This really wasn’t how dating life was supposed to be. Checking himself in the mirror, he hurried to the door and opened it up, grinning at his girlfriend. “Hey there.”
“Hey you.”
God, Pyrrha looked sexy when she gave him that little amused smile of hers. She found his dorky moments attractive and funny in equal measure, which was a little weird but appreciated since he was, as everyone said, a bit of a dork. That wasn’t going to change anytime soon.
“So,” he said. “We’ve got the room to ourselves tonight.” He had to ignore the way his pants constricted around his erection as he said that. “Any plans?”
Pyrrha help up a case. “I was thinking we could watch a movie. I borrowed it off Yang.”
“Sure. That sounds great.”
They set up the TV and sat on the end his bed. Pyrrha looked a little surprised when he dragged a cushion onto his crotch and set his hands on it. She sat beside him instead, pushing her skirt out from under her as she settled down. They were still in their uniforms since time alone was hard to find when you lived with two other people. Nora and Ren liked to train right after class so that they could get some alone time when Pyrrha and Jaune did at night. Pyrrha’s hip bumped into his as she leaned against him, smiling and hitting play on the remote.
The romance movie was typical and if he was being honest, a little boring. That wasn’t her fault – he was just distracted by her perfume, the smell of her hair and the gentle sway of her breasts that pushed against her school shirt with every breath. He found himself staring at them out the corner of one eye, mesmerised by the tiny glimpse of skin he could see between two buttons.
I can’t believe I’m having to get off on seeing a square inch of skin. Even these guys in the movie are touching more than she’s ever let me. Come on, Pyrrha. I’m not asking for you to recite the karma sutra. Just let me hold you a little.
“Hmm.” Pyrrha settled her hand on his, curling her fingers against his. “Isn’t this romantic?”
“Yeah.”
It was. No lie. But romantic didn’t make it any less frustrating. He was surprised she couldn’t feel his dick poking up against the cushion. He certainly could. God, this was hard. And it’d been what, two months? Only another forty or so to go.
Something snapped.
“Actually, I had something for you.” Jaune pushed her hand away and stood suddenly, startling Pyrrha as he tossed the cushion aside and hurried to his dresser. The low light they’d set for the movie helped hide both his erection and the nervous, almost frightened, look on his face as he dug around in his sock drawer.
His fingers touched something hard and cool hidden at the bottom, wrapped up in a sock with another tied around the top. He hesitated, breathing out heavily and staring at himself in the mirror above.
“For me?”
Pyrrha’s reflection showed her looking his way with naked curiosity.
Too late to back out now.
He upended the sock and let something clink down into the palm of his hand. Putting a smile on his face, he turned and held it out between his fingers. A beautiful necklace of peach-coloured pearls. He held them out toward her, watching as Pyrrha’s fingers came up to cover her mouth.
“For… For me…?”
“No. For Ren.”
Pyrrha giggled. “Nora will be devastated.” Blushing brightly, she tugged her hair up and into one hand. “C – Can you put it on me?”
Kneeling behind her, Jaune settled the link of pearls on her soft shoulders, brushing his fingers over her skin as he brought the ends together and fiddled with the clasp. It was a tricky one, but something that would keep it on with all but a sword blow to the necklace. Once it clicked into place, he let the pearls fall onto her skin and gulped loudly.
Pyrrha remained still, hand holding her hair up, face staring ahead without saying a word. On the screen, the hero of the story was taking the girl on a wide motorcycle ride through the countryside, their chatter the only audible thing in the room past his pounding heart.
“You can let your hair go now,” he whispered.
Her red hair fell as she released it and settled her hands in her lap. Without a word. Without looking at herself in the mirror. Without thanking him at all. Jaune sighed and shifted forward to sit back next to her, hip to hip and leg against leg. He didn’t dare look her way.
“You’re probably wondering why I still have this. God, I never meant to use it on you, Pyrrha. I swear. It’s just… You heard what that woman said. I know I shouldn’t trust anything she said, but she mentioned Ozpin using you for something. Something dangerous. I couldn’t just give him the means to brainwash you after hearing that. I told him it was the badge instead. If he ever tries it on you, he’ll just assume it doesn’t work anymore.”
Pyrrha didn’t respond to him. He glanced over and saw her face slack, eyes open and blinking slowly, but little to register there. It was like she’d been completely switched off. Like a TV set to standby.
“I was thinking of giving it to you so you could decide what to do, but then I figured this might happen. And what if you took it to Ozpin or Cinder came back and found you still had it? I couldn’t throw it away either in case she found it. Or, you know, in case it worked on someone else. Can’t even flush it. What happens if someone uses it on people?”
“…” Pyrrha remained silent.
“You don’t need to worry,” he grunted. “I’m not going to make you do anything. Just not sure I can handle you driving me insane tonight. You’re too sexy for your own good.” His hands fidgeted with his jeans, unbuckling and pushing them down. His boxers were strained tight over a painful erection. “Just want you to stay there while I work this off. Would have been easier if you let me jack off in the bathroom beforehand.” His fingers curled around his shaft and he hissed out sharply. “Watch me deal with my problem, I guess.”
Pyrrha turned on the spot, placing a hand back behind and between them and staring down at his erect penis. Jaune froze in shock and just a little fear, thinking for a moment the necklace had failed. It hadn’t. Pyrrha’s eyes were still dull, but they were now focused on his dick.
“Oh. Uh. I didn’t mean you should literally watch me.” Embarrassing didn’t begin to describe it. “I’ll just take care of this in the bathroom-” Pyrrha made to stand when he did. “No, no. Never mind.” He sat again. “Guess I told you to watch and now you’re going to follow and watch wherever I go, aren’t you? Me and my big mouth.”
There was no helping it. Luckily, he’d only said to watch him jack off, so it was just a case of getting that over and done with. Nervously at first, but with more confidence once she didn’t react badly, he started to sweep his hand up and down the length of himself, closing tight as a fist around his shaft. He made to put another hand over the top to catch any discharge, but Pyrrha started to get down on hands and knees to look under so he let go.
Can’t even hide it because I told her to watch and she’s going to try and do that no matter what I do. He watched her through lidded eyes, panting quietly as he jerked himself off. God, this is weird. Kinda hot, though. I wonder if she’d let me do this. It’s not like I’m touching her or risking out careers, so it’d be less intimate than sleeping together, wouldn’t it?
He doubted she would. This kind of thing would be way too embarrassing for her.
To be honest, it was embarrassing for him. Masturbation was a single player game and the way she was staring at him with every ounce of her concentration was distracting as hell. It felt like she was about ready to criticise his technique. How was he going to get off like this?
“Do you have to just stare at me while I’m trying to do this?” he whined. “Help me out here. No wait, I didn’t mean-!”
Too late! Pyrrha’s hand came to rest atop his dick before he could even think to stop her. His eyes widened, breath coming out in a rush. His grip slackened too, and she took advantage of that to push his fingers away and take him in one hand.
Oh my God. Pyrrha’s touching me.
He had to stop her. Had to – Had to do something before she took it too far without ever wanting to. Jaune opened his mouth to order her to stop, only to groan as her fingers tightened. Without once taking her eyes off his swollen cock, she pumped her hand up and down, placing her thumb on his tip and sliding her fingers up his skin.
It was like every muscle in his body was rebelling. Jaune lapsed back onto the bed with an arm over his eyes, gasping for air as she adjusted her position to slide her hand all the way up and down, brushing her little finger against his balls as she went. Her fingers were soft, so much softer than his, and as precum leaked out from his tip, her grip on him became wet and slippery. All too soon, she was pumping up and down with wet little sounds, turning his cock and her hand into an oily mess.
Fuck, he thought. I can’t handle it. I’m going to – I’m going to-!
“Hngh! Guh! Arghhh!”
His climax hit like a freight train. Hips bucking up and dick sliding up from her hand as he thrust into it, his first shot splashed over Pyrrha’s waiting face, laying a diagonal line of cum from below her left eye to over her right, straight across her nose. The second shot was less powerful, slapping against her cheek and chin. Pyrrha kept pumping without a care in the world, eking out the last of his cum, which dribbled over and down her fingers.
Only once he was fully spent did she let go, and even then it was just to sit back up and wait for his commands. Semen dribbled down her nose and over her lips, pooling on her bottom lip before running down that as well. Jaune watched it drip onto her cleavage with wide eyes and a startled, guilty, expression.
“H – Holy shit.” His head fell back. “Holy shit!”
That was – That was amazing. Wrong, but amazing. Very wrong. Too wrong. He shook his head, pushed himself up and wrestled his softening member back into his pants. He felt so much more relaxed, like he’d fallen face first into an all-day spa. Nora and Ren would be back soon, though, and this would be hard to explain.
“Clean your face in the bathroom and dry my cum off,” he ordered. “Then come back and lean on my shoulder. Fall asleep resting on me.”
Pyrrha stood, entered the bathroom and he heard the tap run. By the time she came out, there was no evidence of what had happened, and she adopted her prior position once more, leaning into him and closing her eyes.
Once she had, he quickly took the necklace off and stuffed it into his pocket.
When Pyrrha woke up five minutes later, it was to yawn and stretch her arms, before blinking sleep away and looking around. “Huh?”
“You fell asleep.” Jaune lied quickly. “I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Oh. Oh!” Pyrrha shook her head and apologised. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. The last thing I remember is us watching the movie. I’m sorry, Jaune, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you like that.”
“It’s fine.” He wrapped an arm around her, finally able to breathe easy. Pyrrha didn’t remember a thing. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t let you sleep on me?”
“Not as wonderful of one as you are. That’s for sure.”
The emotional relief was crushing, but not nearly as much as the physical relief he felt. That knot that had been building in his balls was spent, and it felt like the weight of the world had finally lifted off him. It’d only been a hand job, but after over a month of not being able to touch her, it was everything he’d dreamed of and more. And it had all been an accident. One that couldn’t happen again.
That’s fine. I didn’t mean to ever do this, so not doing it again won’t be a problem.
At least he had a memory now to jack off to.
Pyrrha looked around inside of the hotel room with a hint of nervousness but it faded when she saw the two single beds. They were only about a metre and a half apart but that already gave them more room than their dorms did.
“I made sure to order singles,” Jaune said as he came in behind her and closed the door. “I know it’s not much different from our room back in Beacon, but I thought we could have the night to ourselves. Or at least give Ren and Nora a break.”
Giggling, Pyrrha leaned in to kiss him. “I think they’d enjoy that. The date today was amazing. Thanks for shelling for a private booth for dinner. It couldn’t have been cheap.”
“I know you hate it when fans stare when you’re eating. I didn’t want us to be bothered.”
“You’re too good to me.”
Jaune smiled and placed his hands on her hips, steering her to the centre of the room while running his tongue across her bottom lip. When his hands didn’t go lower, she relaxed into him, wrapping her own around his neck and pushing up against him. Pyrrha had her hair down for once, something he loved to see. Her usual combat outfit had been replaced with a cream cardigan over a peach shirt and a long, knee-length skirt in white.
It looked good on her, but it was as conservative as much of what else she wore. He’d never really thought of her outfits that way, especially with her combat gear, but freedom of movement was different to comfort, and she wore greaves to cover much of her legs even then.
“So,” she teased. “What will we be doing tonight? Watching a movie?”
“We’ve been together for two whole months now,” Jaune said pointedly. “I was hoping we could do something a little special.”
Pyrrha smiled awkwardly. “Cuddling?”
“Sure. But first, I got you a gift…”
“Oh my God,” Pyrrha gasped on seeing the pearls reflecting the hotel room’s light. “It’s beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you.” He kissed her neck and Pyrrha squirmed. Even that was considered too much at times. He let her pull away even if her smile didn’t falter. “Want to let me put it on? Hold your hair back for me.”
“Mmhm. Okay.”
Jaune brought the pearls up around her neck, keeping his eyes on the mirror, on her face. He wanted to see it happen this time – see the transformation. Judging his hands by touching her neck, he fumbled with and secured the small catch, letting the pearls slip down onto her shoulder blades.
There was nothing overt about it. No flash of light or shining from the necklace. Pyrrha’s eyes widened – but that might have been from realising how beautiful it looked. When they were as wide as they could go, however, they relaxed again. It was like she was going to sleep. Her pupils narrowed and the green of her eyes became deeper in colour. Her lips slipped down into a more neutral position.
Pyrrha stared back at him from the mirror were heavy and dull, blank as though she were asleep standing up and with eyes open. All in all, it had taken mere seconds, but it felt like longer. It felt like he was watching her drift away in his arms.
It felt… liberating.
Sexy.
His hands flew to her tits. Gripping them both tight, Jaune groaned into her neck, slathering his lips over her as he rolled and squeezed her wonderful tits – his first time ever touching them despite going out with her for months. As he did, he pushed his hips into her, grinding his hard cock into her ass and pinning her against the table set before the hotel mirror.
“I’m sorry,” he gasped into her skin. “I can’t help myself. It’s too much, Pyrrha. I can’t even touch you even though you’re turning me on this bad. How is that fair?” Her boobs were so large he was able to roll them both up and squeeze back, feeling her warm flesh push up between his fingers. “Do you have any idea how much you’ve been torturing me?”
“…”
“You have to understand,” he panted, rolling his hips into her ass. “If you want me to be patient for four years, I need to take care of this another way. I can get the no unprotected sex, but I can’t even hold you like this. I can’t even see you topless or touch your ass or have a blowjob. How am I supposed to live on holding hands and kissing for four years?”
It would never work. He’d realised in the time since the accidental hand job two weeks ago that it wouldn’t. Their relationship was going to fail. Not because they didn’t love one another, but because no advancement in that long a time wasn’t going to let them make it til graduation. What they had was fun and he loved every second of it, but even the best make out sessions would become boring over that timeframe.
“I don’t want to get bored of you. I don’t want to push you into sex and have you feel guilted into doing more, either. Why does it have to be one of us happy and the other not? Why can’t it be both of us?”
One of his hands slid down her stomach and over her skirt, pushing into her crotch and rubbing between her legs. It was through a thick and long skirt, but it was still closer than he’d ever been before.
“This way it can be both of us,” he whispered into her ear, kissing the skin behind it. “If I can just work it out my system, I can be patient. Even if it means years until we really make love, I can wait. That way we’ll both be happy.”
Even if she never knew what happened here. Maybe that was for the best. He couldn’t pretend things were okay after two months of blue balls and mounting frustration. It wasn’t. Even Yang was teasing them about how chaste they were being. And I stay quiet every time because I don’t want people to think it’s Pyrrha’s fault. They all think we’re just both shy.
That wasn’t the case. Not at all. And finally, in this hotel room, he’d prove it.
“I did say I’d gotten you something.” He stepped back from her reluctantly and grabbed the backpack he’d brought along. Buried under his pyjamas was a far different set of clothes. “Here. Go into the bathroom and get changed into these.”
Pyrrha took the items and moved toward the bathroom. That itself didn’t look unusual and she moved as gracefully as ever, but the way her face showed nothing whatsoever made it clear she wasn’t there. This was a doll. A very realistic, very obedient Pyrrha doll. That made it easier, even if it shouldn’t. He could never force himself on someone. He’d die of shame the moment he saw their pain or, and far worse, the betrayal in their eyes.
He still felt awful about the time he’d pretended to be Cardin’s friend for the blackmail and had to watch Pyrrha’s distress. He certainly didn’t want to see it if he told her the truth and pressured her into sex she wasn’t emotionally ready for. This, though. This wasn’t Pyrrha. This was a doll that just so happened to look, smell and feel just like her.
The woman that walked out the bathroom looked nothing like her.
Long legs sheathed up to the thigh in fishnet stockings, a black miniskirt so short he could see the curve of her ass, an exposed belly fit and taut, and a bright red tube top that looked more like a strip of cloth struggling to contain her perky breasts. Pyrrha’s legs carried on forever, down to a pair of black fuck-me heels. He’d never understood why high heels could be called that but now he knew. Just watching Pyrrha strut to the centre of the room in them had his cock straining for freedom.
Why not? She won’t remember any of this.
His hands unbuckled his pants and he pushed them and his boxers down, kicking them and his shoes off and sitting back on the bed with his dick sticking straight up. He pulled his shirt and jacket off too, tossing them aside. Pyrrha didn’t even react to him sitting there naked. She just stood there in the sluttiest outfit he’d ever seen, looking more like a call girl than a huntress.
“God, Pyrrha. I can just imagine you on a street corner in something like that. Actually.” Reaching over to his pants, he fished out his wallet. “Come here.” He waved her forward and Pyrrha strutted to the foot of the bed, letting him take her hips and pull her close. He pressed a kiss to her navel and pulled the strap of her skirt out, slipping a few bills of lien between the waistband and letting it snap shut. “This is your payment for tonight, babe. I want you to get me warmed up with a sexy strip tease. Dance for me,” he commanded. “Sexily.”
Pyrrha began to sway from side to side, trailing her hands up her hips and flank, over the swell of her breasts and up to her hair, drawing it up and letting it spill down around her. Keeping her hands above her, she brought her feet up and down, slowly turning on the spot while shaking her tight behind.
It wasn’t the most impressive thing he’d ever seen. Even under the control of the necklace, Pyrrha probably didn’t have much experience in sexy dancing, so she was making do with what she had. Just the fact it was her had Jaune stroking his cock. That she had no idea what he was doing had him groaning as he did it.
“It’s like I’m cheating on you and you’ve no idea.” The idea burned inside him, and he couldn’t help running with it. “What do you think, Pyrrha? I’m hiring some hooker to strip for me in a hotel room. Take your top off for me.”
Her hands came to the bottom of her tight red tube and tugged it up. It would have been better if she went slow but the reveal of her large tits did him in anyway. They were pulled up with the cloth and tumbled free when she reached the precipice. Bouncing before his eyes, the perfectly formed and perky pillows were everything he’d dreamed of and more. Her nipples were smaller than he expected – light pink dimples on her flawless skin.
“That’s it. Give your tits a shake for me.”
She took them in hand and pushed them up, shaking her shoulders to make them wobble and jiggle. Her chest looked so much bigger when it wasn’t hidden behind tight leather armour! She was almost as big as Yang.
“Hmm. I want to see the rest of you too. Take the skirt off. Keep the tights and heels on.”
Pyrrha kept swaying her hips as she unbuckled the strap on the black leather miniskirt and slid it down her toned thighs. He’d told her to get changed into the outfit he’d given her – and she’d obviously taken that to mean that and nothing else, because he was instantly presented with her pubic mound, bare and freshly shaved as if she’d thought this might happen. His stunned eyes remained locked on it as she swung her hips to let the skirt fall, then stepped out of it with her tall heels.
“Stand still. Keep your hands in the air.”
He jumped off the bed and strode up to her, circling and admiring her from every angle. Pyrrha’s body was stretched taut, her skin soft under his fingers as he stroked over her stomach and below her breasts. Stepping behind and into her, he placed his chin on the crook of her neck and wrapped his arms around her, one over her breast and fondling with her gorgeous tits and the other dipping low, cupping her warm mound. His fingers delved between her legs, teasing her folds. To his delight, they were wet.
“I love you like this,” he murmured into her skin. “Just letting me do whatever I want to you. Standing there while I feel you up.”
He rubbed a hardened nipple between two fingers, at the same time dipping his digits into her pussy. It was so incredibly hot down there. Almost as hot as the cleft of her ass that his dick was resting between, pushing up between her soft buttocks and leaking precum on the small of her back.
“You’d never let me do this normally,” he continued. “I’d not even be able to look at you like this until we graduated. What’s next? Would we wait until marriage for sex? I can’t even imagine how long it’d take for you to feel comfortable giving me a sexy dance like that. Ten years? Twenty?” He rubbed himself against her, gasping for air as his shaft rubbed over her back. “I’ll wait, Pyrrha. I’ll wait ten years to marry you if I must. But I need something. You can’t just ask me to wait forever without giving something to tide me over.”
Jaune pushed back and turned her around, looking into her blank and empty eyes. Naked and posing before him, red finger-marks over her breasts where he’d squeezed too tight, she watched him in absolute silence.
His to use however he wanted.
“Bend over the bed. Hands on the mattress and feet on the floor.”
Pyrrha moved to do just that, bending over and showing him her ass in all its glory. The thigh-high stockings only helped to contrast with her pale skin and the pink lips peeking out from below her cheeks. Her outer lips parted around his fingers, revealing the fleshy pink of her untouched pussy, slightly damp from his ministrations. His fingertips teased deeper still, allowing him to catch a glimpse of the darkness within. His cock twitched, knowing instinctively what it – he – wanted.
I can do whatever I want. Pyrrha isn’t here to know.
“Put one knee up on the bed.”
Doing so, she stood half on and half off the bed, her pussy stretched open. Jaune stepped into it with breath held, running his hand over the back of her shin on the quilt, down to her ankle and then her heels. He gripped the heel, holding it tight as he lined himself up with her and rubbed his cock over her entrance.
It was burning hot. Or maybe he was. It didn’t seem possible that just touching her would transfer so much heat, but even her arousal might as well have been a thousand degrees. His thighs clenched and his cock lurched, slapping up against her ass with excitement – as if it had a mind of its own. How could he be expected to survive four years without this? It just wasn’t reasonable. Pyrrha wasn’t being reasonable.
“Don’t worry,” he gasped, pushing into her. “It’ll be easier for me to be patient after this.”
Jaune thrust forward, impaling her on his dick. A startled cry flew from his lips, though Pyrrha remained silent, only rocking forward as he spread her once-virgin pussy with his thick cock. There was no hymen thanks to a life of hard training, and thankfully no blood either. All that would have ruined the fun and reminded him this was a real person and not a doll.
What there was plenty of was tight wet heat wrapping around him like a damp cloth squeezing his shaft tight. His legs threatened to give way and he fell over her, forcing Pyrrha to bear the burden of his weight as he moaned and gasped into her back. Tight, hot and so much better than he’d ever imagined! It shouldn’t have been possible! He’d gripped his dick before. He’d even jacked off into a sock. He’d felt tightness and heat before, yet this was on another level entirely.
“Hahhh-” Pyrrha’s breath came out in a rush. He froze, thinking for a second she might snap out of the control, but aside from a tight clenching around him as she tensed up, there was nothing. Slowly, she relaxed.
Just a sound, he thought. Pyrrha’s body was still able to feel what happened even if she didn’t remember or perceive any of it. He gave an experimental thrust and watched in awe as her head slipped down, red hair falling over her face like a curtain. Her fingers curled unconsciously into the sheets.
His body knew what to do even if he didn’t. He began to fuck her, using short hard strokes that threatened to have him blasting his load in the first ten seconds. “Pyrrha,” he whispered. “Your pussy is crushing me. God, it’s like you’re trying to milk me dry.”
“…”
She wasn’t, of course. Blank faced, blank eyed and lacking in any movement, she remained on all fours, one knee on the bed and the other straight out to brace herself as she rammed away at her, rutting her like a wild animal.
“It’s like I’m fucking a mannequin,” he said with a loud laugh. “I can really do whatever I want to you, can’t I?”
His fingers gripped the heel she had on the bed and lifted it up. Pyrrha’s leg came with it, turning her sideways with one foot balanced on the floor and the other in the air. She was so flexible that he was able to get it up over his shoulder and leave it there, his cheek pushed up against her fishnet stockings.
The new position, aside from letting him see her pussy as he fucked her, also let him see her reflection fully in the mirror. Her empty eyes, slack face and dopey expression set above her wildly bouncing tits. Stepping a little to the side and forcing her to follow or fall, he positioned her sideways onto the bed so he could watch his own balls slap against her clit in the mirror.
I could make her do things too. I could tell her to ride me or cum or scream my name.
He didn’t. He wasn’t sure why. Maybe a part of him wanted to not hear those things faked when he knew they’d one day do it for real, but he’d have been kidding himself if he said he believed that. The truth was just that Pyrrha being reduced to this turned him on. His normally shy and conservative girlfriend looking blank and confused as he fucked her like a toy.
That wasn’t to say she didn’t have some reaction. He felt her walls clamp down on him as her body shuddered. Had she cum, or was that just some reaction on her part? It was impossible to tell without her giving any verbal indication. He loved the sensation of it all the same. The tight squeezing that came again and again like her walls were pulsing around his throbbing cock.
Moaning, he thrust harder and faster as his balls slapped against her pussy. He looked down and smiled at the sight of his wet shaft disappearing into her pink hole, pussy spread wide open around him. Her lips clung to him, slipping out whenever he did like she didn’t want to let go, then sucking him back in again after. Holding onto the leg flung over his shoulder, he pushed his sweaty face into it, groaning as he fucked her harder still.
“Fuck it. I want to feel you properly!” Pulling out, he pushed her leg down, knocking her down. “Get on the bed on your back!” he ordered. “Spread your legs.”
Pyrrha hastened to comply, crawling onto the bed with her lovely ass swinging, then rolling over. He’d only meant for her to part her legs, but she took `spread` literally and gripped her knees, peeling her thighs apart and letting him see her stretched pussy. It called to him and he crawled to it, positioning himself on hands and knees between her legs and over her body.
“…” Pyrrha’s eyes met his. Blank. Empty. Doll-like. “…”
He couldn’t have cared less at this point. Driving his knees under her ass, he pulled her hips up and dragged her onto him. His breath came out in a rush as he entered her again, unaware of how painful that moment without her lips wrapped around him had been until he was inside again. Slamming forward and burying as deep as he could, he took both of her legs in hand, holding them up and open in a V-shape as he thrust back and forth.
Deprived of anything to hold onto, Pyrrha’s hands fell to her side, as limp and pliant as the rest of her. The only thing that wasn’t limp were her tits, bouncing and slapping up and down with every powerful thrust. Did she love it? Was she on the verge of an orgasm? He’d always thought it would be easy to tell, but without any facial expressions or sounds, it wasn’t. The little gasps and murmured noises she let out were always in reaction to him ploughing his way inside her. They could have been unconscious reactions to the force rather than pleasure.
Maybe another time, he could experiment more with that. Finger or eat her out to see if she could get off even when she was in a trance like this. Watch her face, so emotionless, as she experienced the best orgasm of her life.
All for another time. This was his moment and his alone. After so long being denied, he had to see to his own release.
“Next time,” he panted, covered in sweat and sliding in and out of her as fast as he could. “We’ll worry – ah – about that when we do it – oh god – properly. You want me to be patient. Argh!”
He bent over her, bringing them nose to nose, face to face, strained blue eyes meeting empty oceans of green. Even though she wasn’t showing any expression, there were little signs that her body felt what he was doing despite her mind not recognising it. Her cheeks were a little darker and a thin line of drool ran from her lips to her chin. Every powerful thrust forced the air out her lungs and the little gasps of breath as she did pushed him to try harder, to chase every unconscious squeak and breathy gasp.
“I can be patient. I can – ah – be as patient as you need me to be.” He drove himself forward, hilting his cock deep and groaning as fire ran through his body. “As long as I can use you like this whenever I need to!”
Jaune cried out as his dick exploded, sending a long thick spurt of cum deep inside her. Shit! He’d meant to pull out but thinking that was easier than doing it. The concern was gone a second later, replaced with bliss as he collapsed atop her, landing flat over her body with his face in her tits, groaning and jerking his hips inside, shooting rope after rope of cum into her.
Two months’ worth of pent-up frustration unloaded in her virgin sex. Shot deep inside her while she stared up at the ceiling blankly, lips parted, breathing even, necklace resting around her neck. Jaune lay spent on top of her, legs dangling off the edge of the bed as Pyrrha’s fuck me heels came down to rest on the quilt on either side of his hips.
“This…” He gasped for air, laughing hoarsely as his shaft softened but remained inside her. He wanted to keep it there for hours – and with the necklace, he could. “I think this might work,” he panted, kissing Pyrrha’s neck and then her tits. All the things he wouldn’t let her have normally. “I think I can be patient for three years like this.”
Pyrrha woke up a little tired and a little sore. Blinking away the sleep and sitting up, she winced and stretched her shoulder, wondering for a moment why she felt so rough. Memory flooded back in, along with the sight of the hotel room. The bed must have been uneven, she thought. Or maybe I’m too used to Beacon’s beds.
Looking down at herself, she saw she was in her peach pyjamas, though she couldn’t remember getting changed last night. Obviously, she had. Sitting up, she looked over to Jaune’s side of the room but found his bed empty. The shower was running in the en-suite, though. He must have woken up earlier than her.
Laying back, she smiled luxuriantly. This was technically the first time they’d shared a room with it just being the two of them. It wasn’t far from what married life would be like – though that, she told herself naughtily, would be in the same bed. Blushing, she giggled into her hand, fanning herself with the other.
The shower turned off and Jaune came out two minutes later, dressed in his jeans but without a top, towelling his wet hair dry. Pyrrha squeaked and covered her eyes, even if she blatantly peeked through her fingers. He was her boyfriend and she was allowed to look, right? Weiss called Jaune scrawny. Clearly, Weiss was an idiot.
“I see sleeping beauty is awake.”
“I am.” Stretching, she pushed the sheets down. “How was your night?”
Jaune smiled cheekily. “Fun.”
She was glad – and a little relieved. Pyrrha wasn’t sure if she was being a little too unfair with asking him to wait. Nora had pulled her aside the other day to say she had to give him something or he’d lose interest. When she argued Jaune wasn’t like that, Nora said it wasn’t about him. It was about her. That by refusing to let him touch her, she sent him the wrong message.
Nothing had come of that but disagreement and a sickening doubt in her stomach. Jaune was wonderful and she loved him, and she did want to take that step with him, but seventeen was just so young. Things could go wrong. And her mother always said she should wait until she was older.
“Are you really okay with this?” she asked, deciding that maybe honesty would be the better tack. “Sleeping in separate beds and not being able to… well, having to wait,” she said lamely. “I don’t want to be unfair on you. If you want to, we can…”
She tried hard not to sound unhappy about that, knowing he’d see it and pick what he thought she wanted. If he really said he needed it, she would, but she hoped deep inside he wouldn’t. A few years wasn’t a long time to wait. She didn’t understand why Nora and even Yang were on her case about it.
“Don’t rush for me,” Jaune said. He came over, knelt on her bed and kissed her so lovingly she could feel her heart melting. “I love you, Pyrrha, and I’ll wait a hundred years for you if I need to. I’ll wait until the ends of time.”
Oh God, she was blushing! Unable to help herself, she flung her arms around him and kissed him as hard as she could. He returned it but – with incredible control – didn’t try to deepen it or push her further.
“You really are perfect,” she blurted out once they pulled away. “I’m the luckiest woman alive.”
“Hah. Maybe. Speaking of lucky…” His smile turned into a grin as he reached behind him. “I got you a little something. A gift.”
Pyrrha’s eyes almost dropped out when she saw what he was holding. The most beautiful – and no doubt incredibly expensive – pearl necklace. Her hand flew to her mouth, fingers stifling a gasp as she looked up from it to him.
“F – For me…?”
“Of course.” His eyes flashed. “Want to try it on?”