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Summer Rose had to admit that she'd been ecstatic when her daughters brought home a friend.
This hadn't been anything new, admittedly. Quite a few times now Yang had brought home some of her friends from school, Ruby in tow. They'd spend the next few hours after some hurried "hello's" playing games on the living room console or play-fighting in the training yard outside the house.
But that had been the rub. They were usually Yang's friends.
Summer couldn't blame her eldest daughter, of course. Yang always had a natural charisma that she seemed to have inherited from her father. Not quite the makings of leadership, but a charm that seemed to draw people in. Something that Summer had been more than familiar with considering her history with Taiyang.
And Summer still liked to think her eldest had a shot at being a leader. Maybe it just needed more time, is all.
Unlike her youngest daughter - the one she'd birthed, Ruby.
Ruby was a darling child. Interested more in stories of her work, her weapon, and spending time with her uncle and sister than talking to anyone else.
This had been fine when Ruby hadn't been attending school yet, but it had been more than a little heartbreaking when Yang told Summer stories of how Ruby tended to stand at the edge of the playground whenever they played for recess.
It had reminded Summer of her younger years, at least the ones her grandfather had told her about. But she'd also grown out of it early enough that she had no memories of such things. And even though she might not have been the life of the party the way her husband and eldest daughter clearly could be, she didn't have issues making friends.
She'd managed to befriend Qrow, after all. Raven, too, once upon a time.
So she'd been understandably overjoyed when her youngest daughter had come in through the door not only with her elder sister in tow, but another boy Yang's age. Ruby's silver eyes bright with excitement in a way she hadn't seen in her daughter outside of maybe the visits from their uncle Qrow.
Yang didn't seem to mind being dragged by her energetic sister, either. The older sister casually chatting with the blond boy about something as Ruby took the three of them through the house's threshold.
"This is Jaune Arc!" Little Ruby declared, holding out the boy. "He just moved into the house across the street!"
And then Summer saw the blue eyes. Just a couple shades off the ones she'd seen in bed this morning. Jaune's were darker, deeper. Summer would have almost said they looked almost too mature for a boy his age if she didn't know better.
She wanted to laugh. Trust the girl that was practically a smaller version of Summer to find herself a Taiyang.
Jaune, himself, wasn't very much like her husband despite the familiar looks. All the same, the boy seemed to have a charisma of his own about him. Not quite the magnetism that her husband and daughter had, or the cheery encouragement that Summer used to lead her team.
No, it was something else. Summer couldn't identify what it was, but it definitely kept her eyes on him as the boy talked to both her daughters in a way she hadn't seen from any of the other children - boy or girl - that had been brought over in the last year or so. He didn't focus all of his attention on Yang, unintentionally brushing off the younger sister. Instead he seemed to lead the conversation, telling them about the surprisingly long trip he and his family had to get here all the way from… a place Summer had never heard of.
Monte Cristo? Summer hadn't been the best at geography, but that wasn't a familiar place. It didn't even sound like it was from any of the other kingdoms. Maybe she'd try to look it up sometime.
Still, it warmed Summer's heart to see her girls make a friend that looked to be interested in the both of them. So she'd been more than happy to tell him that he was welcome to visit whenever he wanted.
The grin that Jaune sent her after that was beatific, and the woman felt her whole body light up at the sight of it.
~TtT~
Jaune had become a common sight at the Rose-Xiaolong house.
He'd apparently enrolled in the same school her daughters were in. Not surprising since while Patch hosted Signal, most kids attended prep schools closer to home. Most times, the kids would even be taught at home if they lived in villages too small to have a more organized school. It was rare to see for combat school attendees, but it did happen.
Which meant that he'd become Yang's classmate and was invited over by the girls more often than not. At one point Taiyang had mentioned that Jaune really lived with them more than he did at his own house.
It had been over dinner - a dinner that Jaune had been invited to but had declined since his caretakers had already made dinner for him back home. Beef bourguignon, he'd told them. One of his favorites, and he'd been looking forward to it all day.
Something that had left Summer feeling more than a little uncomfortable, a feeling shared by her daughters, too, despite watching the boy practically skip home after exchanging goodbye hugs with the girls.
Because despite supposedly coming from a big family, Jaune Arc hadn't come to Patch with him. Instead, he was being raised in a too-big house with just two caretakers as he prepared to attend Signal next year. Neither Nicholas nor Juniper Arc had deigned to move here with their son. Caretakers that really couldn't replace a family even though Summer had met both ladies and found them more than a little agreeable.
"I know that look," Taiyang said after they'd put the girls to bed. "You want to take the boy in."
Summer didn't have it in her to deny the accusation, though she doubted that Taiyang minded, either since he had a thoughtful look in his eye before he sighed.
They were settling in for the night, the memory of Yang and Ruby begging them to take Jaune with them on the road trip to Vale they had planned with their uncle Qrow for the summer. Ozpin had invited them on a tour of the campus while school was out, on top of getting to see some of the frontier towns to see what it was like.
Very conveniently timed that Yang was about to start-out at Signal next year. None of the adults had missed it, but the three of them had been more than happy to let the Old Man get away with his little games since the kids seemed quite excited by the idea.
And while it wasn't entirely altruistic, Summer knew that it was good for the kids to be able to see the world. Besides, spending some quality time with their uncle while on the road could only be good for them.
It was a testament, really, to how much the girls had grown attached to Jaune that they wanted him to come along. That Jaune was expected to remain at his house on the island was more likely than not a factor for the girls. Understandably so, as far as Summer was concerned. She still fumed at the idea of Jaune's parents leaving him here alone without any company. Not even any of his sisters for him to grow up with.
Except he didn't have to be alone, Summer supposed. A flash of ultramarine eyes glinting in the moonlight as he said goodbye to them that night came back to her, his back shrinking as he left the light of their house and disappeared into the street that led through the surrounding woods.
"I could visit him while you guys are away," she says out loud before really thinking it through. "I wasn't going to be able to come anyway since I'd taken the contract to cull Patch's grimm population. And the house is going to be lonely without you guys."
Her husband thought about it, shrugged, "Guess we can ask if you can stay over? Don't you think Valentine and Haydee will have issues with you sleeping over out of the blue?" And before stopping he added, "Brothers, I swear those two have weird names. Do you think everyone from Jaune's hometown has odd names?"
But the maids didn't have any issues, much to Summer's surprise when she'd brought it up during her visit the following day. In fact they'd been quite happy to have guests, though both women did find it funny that it was Yang and Ruby's mother and not the girls themselves that would be Jaune's first sleepover guests.
"I'm sure that master Jaune would be overjoyed to have someone over," said Valentine, the copper-haired maid grinning widely as she offered Summer a cup of tea. "Both Haydee and I had been terribly worried that he might be bored out of his mind over the summer. He'd been heartbroken while he told us about your family's plans for the break. You're more than welcome to stay with us, missus Rose."
So it was, a week later, that Summer had packed her bags and moved into Jaune's house after she'd seen her family off for their trip.
~TtT~
For a moment, Summer wondered why her kids ever bothered to spend their time with Jaune at the Xiaolong-Rose house at all.
The boy's family had shacked him up in one of Patch's older houses. Summer still remembered seeing it when she'd first moved to the island. An old thing, older than just about anything else she'd seen on Patch and that was considering Signal had been there long before even her grandfather's time.
It was run-down, and Summer could have sworn that some of the stones and pillars had fallen and lay strewn all over the property. Bricks and stone slabs covered in overgrowth.
She saw none of that now. Whoever the Arcs had paid to repair the place had done a masterful job, turning it from a veritable ruin into a stately manor that wouldn't have looked out of place in one of the old period films she'd seen Yang and Ruby watching. The ones with castles and knights.
Even the gardens had been cleaned-up, wild plants replaced with well-kept hedges and a surrounding of woodlands that opened into the main property.
Then there was the inside. Where the exterior of the house was somewhere between a castle and a mansion, the inside was surprisingly modern. Sleek and relatively minimalist designs that focused more on keeping the place spacious instead of filling it with gaudy decor. It made the place look bigger inside than it did outside. And that wasn't counting how much natural light it got from the building's sizable windows, which were almost two stories tall in some of the house's common areas.
Jaune's bedroom, too, was luxurious. A little more decoracted than the rest of the house and entirely focused on making it as comfortable as possible. Plush rugs covered the floor and tapestries - tapestries - hung from just about every wall. They kept the room warm despite it being almost entirely made of stone and a lot of the noise from the outside out.
Brother Gods, it was larger than both her and Tai's bedroom and Yang's combined.
Despite her misgivings about them, Jaune's family knew how to house their kid.
What was Nicholas up to these days, anyway? Last she'd heard about the man, he'd been a huntsman, and stationed so far out in the boonies Summer hadn't seen hide nor hair of him since graduation. Maybe it was the wife? Juniper Arc wasn't someone Summer knew too well, but maybe she'd come from money? After all, it was unlikely a run-of-the-mill huntsman could afford a place like this, much less as a second or third home.
She resolved to ask Jaune about it later.
Which was what brought her attention back to the boy beside her, the soft groan alerting her to his return to the waking world.
"Good morning, Jaune."
Blurry ultramarine eyes looked up at her from beneath the sheets. They caught the light and shone with something that made Summer shiver in the still-crisp morning air. He sent her a sleepy grin before yawning.
Summer giggled despite herself, "Sounds like you slept well."
How she ended up here, Summer still didn't quite understand. She'd arrived late in the afternoon after seeing Tai and the kids off for their weeklong trip. Valentine had been the one to greet her and she'd gotten settled into the room she'd be using for her stay. It was a quaint room just down the hall from Jaune's.
Not much longer after that, she and Jaune had taken dinner on the balcony of his room before they had dessert and some quiet time in the sitting room next to his bedroom.
They'd talked about… Summer squinted, shook her head. She couldn't quite remember. Maybe it was something about his missing her girls? All she could remember after that was that he'd asked her to stay the night with him.
And despite everything, she had.
"How'd you manage to finesse me into your bed on the first night, hmm?" Summer cooed, sinking back into the sheets with Jaune just as he sleepily reached out for her, "You're going to be a heartbreaker when you grow up, I'm sure of it."
Jaune's clinginess, though, she could remember sharply. He'd been doing his best to be close to her since the moment she'd come to his room for dinner. He sat so close to her their thighs were brushing while they ate, and he'd been plastered to her side the moment they'd moved to the sitting room.
Summer had been okay with it. Part of her wanted to peg it on the boy's innate charisma, the same indescribable charisma that seemed to have both her daughters wrapped around his little finger and got Summer to do just about whatever Jaune wanted.
And she supposed she was okay with that. This lonely boy had been kind to her girls, a friend that didn't bring conflict in much the same way most of the other kids that wanted to befriend Yang seemed to do. All he really wanted was some affection, and - after all - wasn't that what Summer had come to do?
Even half-asleep, Jaune held on to her tightly. His whole body pressing against her own in a way that really emphasized to Summer how warm Jaune's body was. She knew that the kids tended to run hotter than adults did, but this was a stark difference to Ruby and even Yang. The boy was fiery.
Firm, too. Which was the real surprise. Summer was used to a good amount of baby fat even from her own kids who'd gotten started on physical conditioning since they'd told Tai and herself that they wanted to become huntresses. This… this was surprisingly solid for a boy his age. Summer could feel his building muscles wrapped around her and the unyielding flesh hidden beneath the small layer of pudge.
As well as…-
Summer yelped as she realized exactly what solid thing was being pressed against her. Her face warmed and a fire being lit in the pit of her belly as she made two realizations:
One, that Jaune could apparently get an erection now.
And two, that Jaune was surprisingly endowed for a boy his age.
Very endowed. Maybe the biggest she'd felt… ever.
"Brother Gods…"
Her core tightened. Tightened in a way that was exclusively reserved for Tai.
Arousal. Or the beginnings of it.
The realization hit Summer like a bucket of ice-water, her breathing turning haggard and her mind dropping every other idea for one moment and focusing on a single thing: she needed to get away from this boy.
"Jaune," She said, trying to shake him awake while she used her feet to drag herself away from him, "Jaune, please wake up."
He did not. Not really. Instead, his bleary eyes half-opened before going shut and he pressed himself deeper against her flesh. Summer felt his hands wind further around her waist, even his legs wrapping themselves behind her thighs.
It pressed his body closer to hers, almost melding himself against her. His cock, too.
Jaune throbbed.
Summer groaned.
Desperately, she tried to grab at him, or to use her arms to break out since he'd already caught them in his grasp, too.
How… How was this kid so strong?
Juane thrust. His clothed member so solid Summer was sure he'd have managed to penetrate if he'd been lined up correctly. Instead, his bulge slid against the base of her belly and pressed against her womb from the outside. Her womb trembled in the depths of her.
Summer sobbed, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she saw stars.
"Oh… Oh gods."
Then came the knock at the door, opening a second later.
"Breakfast!"
It was Haydee.
~TtT~
Summer had shut herself in her room for the remainder of the day.
It wasn't as much of a problem as it could have been, really. Even though the room she'd been given for her stay had been smaller than Jaune's, it was still miles better than what she and Tai had in their own home. The balcony overlooked the courtyard and afforded her a view of Jaune's own. And while that wasn't necessarily a good thing for her right now, the large windows allowed lots of sunlight into the place, keeping it and her mood bright while she… dealt with this.
Distracting herself had been the main thing she'd done. Watched things on her scroll, check-in on the kids. She'd asked them how the trip was going, and if they'd caught anything interesting while they were on the road.
Tai, darling Tai, had noticed that she was shaken. Or at least suspected enough that he'd asked her about it after the kids had gone off to adventure with their uncle. Summer was thankful that she'd been able to hide it, though. Instead telling her husband that she hadn't been used to not having them around when she wasn't on a trip.
Luckily, he'd bought it. Giving her a tender look before suggesting she think of the trip as her being on a job considering she was a lot more used to being the one away from the house.
"Besides," he said, shrugging carelessly in that way that Summer had just adored, "You're not home."
No. Summer wasn't.
She said nothing of what happened that morning. Nothing of how Jaune had held her to him even as she'd tried to pull away. As she felt his hard cock pressing against her belly, and only by the timely distraction of one of the maids had gotten her out of it.
Haydee had been a godsend as far as Summer was concerned. Making enough noise as she came in that she'd completely pulled Jaune out of whatever half-asleep daze he'd been in that Summer couldn't pull him out of.
If the maid had noticed what had been happening, she'd not breathed a word of it. Summer didn't even think she'd caught a dirty look sent her way, which had been a relief because between her and a boy the age of her daughter, it was very unlikely that anyone would have figured Jaune the aggressor there.
Breakfast had come and gone in a haze for her after that. The food tasted of nothing as she'd chewed and swallowed while she did her best to entertain the boy as rambled on about everything and nothing at the same time. Nodding when prodded and humming in approval whenever she thought he was looking for it.
Only when she'd beat a hasty retreat back to her room after the meal did she break down with wide eyes as Summer admitted to herself that her mind still hadn't let go of what she'd felt.
Jaune Arc had pressed his cock - his massive - cock against her, humped her like an excited puppy would.
And she'd liked it. Was excited by it.
When Summer had felt brave enough to rub her thighs together after she'd shut the door behind her, she'd loosed another sob when she felt the slick down there. A boy had pressed his cock against her and she'd gotten wet.
So she'd shut herself away. Done her best to take her mind off the feeling of him pressing against her. The girth of it, the firmness of it that she'd felt even through both their bedclothes. The promise it provided.
It was a sick thought to have. An innocent boy that had been nothing but kind to her and her family, who was working on dragging her darling Ruby out of her shell, and in gratitude Summer's body had reacted with… desire. A surprise, too. Summer had never had reactions like these to anyone before, and Yang had been popular with her classmates. The house had hosted more than one get-together for Yang's friends before things began to get chillier as Ruby was being pushed more away and Yang began to notice.
Perhaps it was just because Jaune could distantly pass for Tai? But she'd never even known Tai when they'd been that young. Her husband hadn't come from Vale, only moving here when he'd chosen to attend Beacon.
Maybe… maybe she was just feeling needy. Not a foreign concept to her, especially since she spent more time away from home than her husband did. It just happened that it was the other way around this time.
Only when Haydee came knocking at her door with breakfast - in some twisted mirror to the visit that had liberated her from Jaune and whatever horror had been bubbling between them the morning before - did Summer realize that she'd fallen asleep and the next day had rolled around.
That explained her exhaustion, she supposed, and the weight attempting to drag down her eyelids. Honestly she was likely going to be sleeping the rest of this day away anyway. Her body already felt heavy, and she'd apparently gone and skipped lunch and dinner while she'd been trapped in her own head.
So she'd dug in as soon as the maid left, this time actually getting to enjoy the meal. The toast had actually been buttered sourdough, the bacon more a slab than strips with how thick the slices were and they paired well together while the runny egg yolk to make a sauce.
And the milk? It had to be the best Summer ever had. Somehow thicker and creamier than anything else she'd had, with a taste left in the back of her tongue she couldn't place. She promised herself to ask the maids where they got it because this was not the stuff she could get her hands on at Patch's local grocer.
When she was done, and with her stomach pleasantly full with a good meal, she lay back into her bed half-seated, half-laying down to rest while she let the food coma slowly creep up on her.
She'd get some rest, then get some fresh air on the balcony, and do her best to forget what happened yesterday. Maybe she'd have to not sleep with Jaune anymore, but she could still have him be in her children's lives while keeping a healthy distance.
Yes, Summer decided as she started to feel the pleasant warmth building beneath her skin and the darkness clouding the corners of her vision, that was a good idea.
Then the door opened. A heavy and creaking sound that seemed to echo through the room, even shaking somewhere deep inside Summer's core. Instincts screamed at her.
A threat.
Immediately, she was dragged back to the waking world. Silver eyes snapped open and looked to the door while her hand instinctively reached-out for her weapon only to find her axe was on one of the chairs on the other side of the room.
It was Jaune. Except there was something terribly, terribly wrong about him. A menace she couldn't place. The air was heavy with it, so thick that Summer was finding it difficult to breathe.
He was shadowed, partially covered by the poor light of the early morning with only lines of creeping sunlight filtering through the curtains.
Not his eyes, though. Those she could see. Chips of ultramarine blue that almost seemed to glow as he looked at her in a way that made her feel like a prey animal.
Then they turned gold.
And then he was on top of her.
Summer screamed.
That same scream died as the air was punched out of her. Jaune hit her with the force of a battering ram that she felt every bit of as she was slammed into her own headboard.
Her world shook, her vision swam. Pain radiated from her back and she couldn't breathe, her lungs crushed by the boy that'd suddenly attacked her. Her arms flopped uselessly at her sides as she slid down from the shattered headboard as she tried to force herself to inhale.
Golden eyes looked down at her, clear as day despite her narrowing vision. Signaling to her adrenaline-addled mind the danger she was in.
Strength returned to her arms and legs, though. Her limbs thrashing out to try and grab unto something she could push against, to strike at the small form that was somehow pinning her down despite the difference in size and training.
"HMPH!" Desperate cries bubbled up in her throat as she struggled, only stifled by the lack of air.
The same lack of air that had caused her strength to wane the longer she fought. The boy atop her was somehow an immovable object that belied his size. Even after she'd managed to finally get air back into her lungs, it was too late. Heavy, gasping gulps for air a poor consolation as she felt… something restraining her arms and legs.
"... Ja-Jaune?"
Gone was the sweet boy that she'd come to know. He was still small - almost comically so. Someone his size shouldn't have been able to pin-down a fully-realized huntress like Summer. Even now she could feel him keeping her down as she struggled.
He looked down at her with a hunger that made her insides quaver and a chill run down her spine, eyes wide and unblinking while he forced his small hands against her shoulders to keep her from getting off the bed.
Not that it would have changed much. Her arms and legs were tied down. Shadows dancing like strings around her ankles and wrists that seemed to hold fast against her aura-enhanced strength. Unreal shadows.
A semblance. Or Magic.
"Wha-?"
"I missed you yesterday, Summer."
The excitement in his voice left her shuddering, her core clenching despite the terrifying situation she was in. A pit of shame opened right above the stoked flames of her arousal as she realized her building arousal. Fear and excitement mixing into a concoction she'd never experienced before.
And then she saw it as the boy reached for the garter of his shorts, dragging the strap outward and down. Whatever questions Summer had, about why this was happening - how this was happening - died on her tongue as she saw his flesh piller.
It towered over her, cast a shadow with his eyes looking down at her and his grin reflected the light. She felt heat spread outwards from her hungry womb, slick beginning to seep outwards and wetting the space between her legs.
"I missed you yesterday," His voice dripped venomous honey as he spoke. A bright pink tongue licked his lips like he was contemplating something particularly delicious, like a piece of meat.
Summer whimpered.
"And you're ready for me, aren't you?" Jaune rasped, voice sounding so unlike he usually did when he was playing games with her daughters. A hand reached down to touch the space between her legs. Summer flinched despite herself, despite knowing she ought not to give him the satisfaction. "Oh yes you are."
Summer didn't miss the way the boy's too-large cock throbbed as his fingers teased at her entrance. Her spread legs twitched as electricity shot up her spine and she felt her hot skin tingle.
"H-Haydee!" She cried, voice desperate as she looked to the door for help, "Valentine! Help!"
"They're not coming." The boy answered, his other hand coming down to slap at Summer's exposed and squirming belly.
Pain and excitement mingled as one, and Summer loosed a groan without thinking. The boy's unnatural strength sent her back down unto the bed before he pinned her down again with his weight.
"Do you think I could've done this without their help?" The hand on her belly wandered up. Bile rising in the back of Summer's throat as she felt the greedy way the boy's palms groped at her, squeezed her. Jaune's grasp snuck underneath her disheveled shirt and teased at the bottom of her breasts. "They'd been the ones to drug your food, the milk they gave you. Though I'd been the one to give it to them."
He sent her a little smirk, one that promised knowledge she didn't yet have. Knowledge she would have rather not known.
Summer did her best to back away, going so far as to use the… things binding her arms and legs to try and get away, little gasping breaths coming from between her upper lips as she felt him continue to tease at her lower pair. Not that it seemed to do anything but excite Jaune as he leaned forward to cage her in, his cock pressing against her belly all the way past to her navel.
And it throbbed again. Brother gods did it throb again.
"You've so pretty, Summer. So curvy, too. I can see what Taiyang saw in you." His breath was fiery, teasing at her collarbone and the space between her heaving breasts. Breasts he'd started idly fondling beneath her shirt now, "I'm sure Ruby is going to turn into as much of a heartbreaker once she's older, too."
Her eyes flashed at the implied threat. Magic she hadn't needed to wield in a while coming to the fore and a bright flash of light filled the room. Summer's strength returned to her as she was filled with power and while she could still feel the shadows binding her persisting, it was only a matter of time after she'd pushed Jaune back.
Except Jaune wasn't. Instead, pain bloomed at the back of her head. Her world shuddered.
"None of that."
The light faded, but her vision swam instead. Shadows danced around her, swirling around the only thing she could see clearly: a pair of gold and hungry eyes. Her resurging strength fell away as quickly as she'd gotten it back, and fear once more clawed at the back of her mind.
Her senses narrowed, too. Her ears catching only her own heaved breathing, the sickening and shameful squelching of her sodden nether lips, the tightening heat of her neglected core, and the very heavy weight of Jaune's member on her belly.
A weight that was being drawn back.
"No…" She whimpered, knowing what was coming.
"Oh yes," The boy hissed back, grin clear in his words even as Summer could no longer see anything but his eyes.
But she could feel things. Dear gods she could feel things. Perhaps even more so now that she was practically blinded. Even through the pain. Especially through the pain. Jaune's eyes and the feeling of his cock the only things really clear to her of the outside world.
And there was one thing definitely clear to her.
"It's too big," She said, voice so small she wouldn't have recognized it if it wasn't coming from her parched throat and it didn't pain her to say it, "It-" Summer gasped, "It won't fit."
Jaune didn't answer. Instead, Summer felt the light kiss of his spongy glans against her weeping pussy lips, felt the threat of force behind it. She felt her lips part.
"No! No! Jaune, please!" She was begging now, pleading. A huntress caught helpless and completely at the mercy of a child. "I'll die! Aura or not, you're… You're going to rip me apart."
From the darkness something touched her. Wet hands rubbed against her trembling cheeks and Summer belatedly realized that she was crying now. Hot tears flowing freely from her half-blind eyes. His hand caressed her almost tenderly, and Summer let loose a heavy sob.
And then she was split apart.
Jaune laughed as she screamed, his heavy body almost sandwiching her against the headboard as his slighter frame advanced endlessly forward. Pain and pleasure rocked her body as the first inch of him pressed through her wet hole, spreading her wider than anything ever had.
She felt the air pushed out of her lungs, her heart thundered, and what little clarity she'd gotten through the pain fled. All for the first inch.
"No!" Summer wailed, head trying to shake only to be held by the chin. "No!"
Another inch. And then another, and another. Each one sent her nerves reeling from overstimulation. Her arms and legs struggled to get away, to fight, to flee. Her torso arched and twisted even as the wood dug into the bare flesh of her back.
Every moment of it was agony, her insides feeling too full from something too large being pushed into her. But that hadn't been the worst thing.
No, it was the tightening of her core. The unmistakable feeling of building pressure deep inside her most-sacred place that had Summer babbling and whimpering - begging - as the boy continued his relentless advance into her depths.
There was a cliff before her now. One that Summer could see in the void that would have otherwise just been populated by ultramarine eyes. A cliff for which she knew there'd be bottom, and one Summer's very spirit knew there would be no clawing back from.
A cliff that - with every twitch of her bound legs, every heave of her shaky breath, and every muted thought in her hazy mind - Summer was certain she was teetering on the edge of. Her unresisting and pliant body was held only back by this boy's mercy.
"P-Please, Jaune… Puh-Please…" She whispered to the boy between sobs, even as her abdomen paradoxically tightened over her empty womb. Excited at the thought of being ruined. "I'll… I'll break. I'll die." She didn't have it in herself to shout or scream or fight anymore.
Jaune was in control. Jaune held all the cards. Jaune decided.
"Break for me, Summer. You'll be so pretty."
Jaune decided to show now mercy. And Summer was thrown off the edge.
She screamed as lightning lanced up her spine, her body found strength enough to push against Jaune's hold of her and arch her back off the bed while a deluge of girlcum sprayed from between her legs. Summer could feel it spraying over the inside and tops of her thighs while more of it dribbled out and covered her quivering asscheeks, forming a puddle of molten defeat on the sheets below.
Her mind turned white from the ecstasy, even Jaune's ever-present gaze disappeared as Summer shattered from his cock splitting her open, heart thundering in her chest so hard that she was sure it'd explode.
"I'm… Ahhh! I'm dying! I'm-I'm… CUMMING!" She wailed, feeling how keenly enormous the flesh pillar inside of her was. And that was while it simply rested inside her, unmoving. "You're killing me! CUMMING!"
Then Jaune pulled back. His girth so immense and her body so unused to holding such a size that Summer felt every square inch of her folds threaten to follow him out of her body.
But before she could even try to give voice to such things, he thrust back in. And she came again.
And again. And again. And again.
Stars exploded in her vision and her mind. Renewing with each and every one of the boy's thrusts while Summer lost all control over her body. She was flying, she was falling, she was hanging suspended in the depths of the pit as she was used. Helpless and without agency. A hole.
Jaune still wasn't done, though. His strokes came lightning-fast and that was while she felt him drag himself almost all of the way out of her before slamming himself back in. His cockhead the tip of a savage battering ram going all the way to her clenched and trembling cervix.
A cervix that quavered at the blow. At every blow. Each one driving the air out of her lungs and leaving her choked while Summer's insides were rearranged from how far up in her guts this boy was.
But it was only when she felt one of Jaune's cock-blows go further than before did her heart stutter. Only when she felt her cervix… stretch. Outward. Open.
Gods, no.
She wanted to speak. She wanted to beg, to plead. Even though she knew it wouldn't matter and the boy was more likely to take pleasure in her suffering than grant her any reprieve, she did.
No words could come from her mouth anymore, though. Only slurred groans and moans that made her sound more animal than woman.
And - before she could say even one word - the boy went through. The tight ring of her cervix surrendered to his strength and allowed him entry into her deepest place. His cockhead was in her womb, stretching it, filling it, pushing it upwards and out. Summer could feel how it pulled at every other part of her body, feel it tent her skin.
Then, only then, did the boy cum.
Summer came right alongside him. The torrent of hot sludge filling her sent her cum-filled core into an unraveling frenzy. A starstorm filling her mind as a flood of girlcum rushed out from between her legs. Her world had fallen away, sight and sound and even taste gone from her. Only the scent of her defeat and the feeling of him remained.
Jaune came. He came and came and came, and Summer sobbed as she realized just how much the boy could loose. What should have been spurts were floods instead. A steady stream of thick and fiery cum that pressed outward against the walls of her womb and filled every crevice it was allowed to. She could feel her body surrender to it, to change and warp as more of his seed was stuffed into her defenseless womb.
She felt none of it come out between her legs. It was only her much-thinner girlcum that made a puddle beneath her quivering ass-cheeks. So great was the boy's girth that it kept his semen plugged-up inside her.
It took minutes. Or maybe hours. Summer wasn't sure. Summer could never be sure. All her world had been reduced to Jaune's rutting cock - for he still refused to stop moving, to stop fucking her - and his cum turning her into a veritable cum-bag.
But eventually, whether from exhaustion, overstimulation, or her heart finally exploding as she kept feeling it would, Summer passed out.