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What was she even doing at Beacon?
No, that wasn’t the question. Whitney knew why she was at Beacon. Mother had insisted on the visit. Weiss was still the heiress and as much as Whitney had hoped one of her little tirades against Father would have ended with her out and Whitney, at long last, in, Weiss had not followed Winter’s path of leaving the family entirely to be a Huntress. And so long as ties weren’t cut off, Mother was insistent that the family go on acting like they weren’t all at each other’s throats and just pretend they supported each other.
But that was easier said than done. Disembarking from the airship—an experience that made Whitney wonder if this craft was designed with transporting cattle in mind—she stood on the “hallowed” grounds of Beacon Academy and wondered how much longer till civilization was advanced enough to no longer need these… grotesque and brutish places. Huntsmen… they were a completely unnecessary throwback to a more primitive age, where men with swords slashed each other up to settle disputes over land, and Whitney would never understand how her sisters could possibly find anything appealing about this lifestyle. They had an army, why would anyone need to go crawl through the mud and stab a nasty Grimm when they could simply drop a bomb on it? And if they needed a person there, it wasn’t like Atlas had any shortage of soldiers who could be sent to fix the problem. But no: in the eyes of Winter and Weiss, it apparently fell to the Schnee family to, personally, ensure that horrible little beasts were stabbed in the neck until dead, like the primitives of Menagerie hunting a wild pig for their barbaric feasts.
Gross.
And where was Weiss, anyways? Surely she didn’t expect her sister to walk across campus unaccompanied where all manner of crude and vulgar types might congregate! But a look around confirmed that there was no Weiss anywhere to be seen. Either carelessness on her part… or another one of her family's mind games. An intended reminder that Weiss was so much more important than Whitney was, either because she was the heiress or because she was a Huntress, and caught up in much too important work to come pick up her sister!
Stomping off in a huff, Whitney marched her way towards the main building, hoping to get a message to Weiss somewhere that didn't have her standing out in the middle of a transit platform. She'd use this time to come up with a good way to really tell her off for this, hopefully a way that undermined any sense Weiss had that she was now so important that-
Wait.
What- what was that sound behind her?
Was… was that a guitar?
A guitar was… not what Whitney expected for the musicality of Huntsmen. She assumed Beacon’s instrument of choice was some kind of brutish, animal-skin drum or brass instrument—there was that loathsome Coal “gentleman” at Atlas who had tried to court her and had the idea to compare her to Winter—while the music of her world was more of the piano and string quarter variety. But a guitar was in that in-between, not classy, but also not uncouth.
She heard the strum of another chord from behind her, and before she could turn around to see, she heard a voice… singing.
“Oh please, oh please, oh please, Ms. Schnee
Release me from your spell and let me be.
You’ve got my heart as your devotee
But you won’t won’t won’t just let me be.
Could it be so bad to have a date with me?
You know I’m your man or I’m nobody.”
Was- was this a threat? Was the song- was he robbing her? Using her name- who other than Weiss knew she was- That couldn’t- he couldn’t mean- was she getting asked out? Whitney’s heart pounded in her chest, she’d never been in a situation like this, her mind unable to concentrate on anything when every thought she had was suddenly pulled apart in a wild panic! No man had ever spoken to her like this, no man had ever sung to her, she hadn’t expected this happening, was this a prank or was this for real, how did this man know who she was and what was she supposed to do?
In an instant, Whitney was undone.
She had prepared for so many things at Beacon, her sister being a reckless, uncouth barbarian, the absolute lack of manners, the awfulness of Huntsman food, those were the things she was ready to be assailed by! But something like this… her heart racing, her whole body feeling hot, her mind starting to float away because something else in Whitney was taking over, something other than cold reason and the amused disdain of the idle rich. Something… something vigorous, something alive!
But what else could it be? He addressed her, by name, declared his love for her, declared that she had his heart, that he was his, it was the single most romantic thing Whitney had ever experienced and she didn’t know how to handle it!
In a daze, Whitney forced herself to turn around and see the man singing, a t-tall man and… and broad shouldered and very Huntsman looking, his eyes closed as he sang so rapturously and, and, a-and…
“Oh please, oh please, oh please Ms. Schnee.
Release me from your spell and let me- YOU’RE NOT WEISS!”
Whitney reeled at that as the man’s eyes shot wide open before he lurched back in a panic.
“I’m- I’m sorry!” he gasped out, “I’m so- I- thought you were someone else and I- oh wow, oh, I have really- oh this is awkward!”
She stared at him, trying to make sense of how many emotional changes she had gone through in the past minute, and in her silence, he kept talking.
“I… there's this girl at Beacon, Weiss, and we, uh, it's an inside joke, and she… she really looks like you, it's kind of crazy, you two could pass for sisters, and-”
“We are sisters,” she said curtly, responding automatically to the one thing she could say, “I'm Whitney, Whitney Schnee, Weiss is my older sister.”
“Ah,” he said, “That explains it.”
They were silent for a moment.
“I'm Jaune, but the way,” he said.
They were silent for another moment.
“I- I'm sorry,” he said, blushing, “I really… I didn't mean to ask you out, which is… I'm really sorry about that.”
“Well!” Whitney said, her cheeks feeling hot, her dignity feeling… affected, “You did ask me out, accident or no, and so I would expect you to honor your request as a gentleman!”
Jaune stared at her blankly, slowly putting together that she…
“You- you’re serious?” he asked, “You want me to take you-”
“If my sister is good enough for it, then I’m certainly worthy of a date!”
“Well, the- the thing is, I wasn’t actually asking out Weiss, I just…”
But his voice trailed off as he seemed to realize that Whitney, now dug in, was not about to let this go. So he gave her a smile, chuckled to himself, and then said, “Alright then… Madame, if you would do me the honor of allowing me to escort you to dinner tonight, I would be most appreciative.”
“Very well,” she said stiffly, “You may accompany me to dinner. Now, if you could tell me where I could find my sister…”
The conversation turned to more practical matters as Jaune, guitar in hand, led her to her sister's dorm room.
But at the same time… Whitney still felt the echo of the heat she’d felt earlier. A tremble in her body that… even if this was all just a misunderstanding, wasn’t going away as easily as she had thought.
LINE BREAK
“Of everything that could make this happen…” Weiss mused bitterly, “Of course it was Jaune making a stupid joke about that part of our Freshman year.”
Whitney didn’t let it get to her. Weiss, she could tell, was trying to salvage her pride and act like she wasn’t bothered that her little sister had scored a date with her classmate. Or at least, acting like what bothered her wasn’t that her little sister had a date and she didn’t. Weiss might be a Huntress, but Whitney knew her big sister and knew what got under her skin.
Which is also why Whitney had made a point of shanghaiing her sister’s dorm room to prepare for her date, the date she was going on tonight, the date at a fancy restaurant Whitney was getting dressed up for, a date Weiss did not have.
She’d have stuck her tongue out too if it wasn’t beneath her.
“And he's a Team Leader? Partnered with Pyrrha Nikos?” she said, ignoring what Weiss had said as she looked over her available accessories, “A very accomplished Huntsman, isn't he?”
Weiss shot her a glare, telling Whitney that her jab had hit home. “More accomplished than you” she might have said.
“I don’t understand how he could possibly look at you and think you were me,” Weiss said, folding her arms across her chest.
“Ehhhh, actually…” Weiss’s blonde teammate, the aggravating one, cut in, “From behind, you two are… basically identical.”
Whitney’s eyes went wide, looking to Weiss who gave her an equally disbelieving look. How could- how could anyone look at them- look at how they styled their hair alone and believe that they were seeing her sister when looking at her? They both had white hair, of course, but they literally could not be more different!
Snorting in disapproval, Whitney moved behind the divider to change into her dress for tonight. She had picked something that would leave no illusions that she was her sister! For one thing, she’d chosen a bright red, something different from the soft whites, blues, and purples the other women in her family favored. She’d chosen something more daring, something that showed off that she was-
“Really different from the front, though!” Weiss’s squeaky-voiced partner chirped from behind the divider, “Cause your sister has boobs that-”
“RUBY!” Weiss snapped.
“She’s not wrong,” the Faunus girl said.
“BLAKE!”
But while Weiss was chastising her teammates for the comment, Whitney just let it roll off her back, like any other comments she got from those jealous of her life, whether the circumstances of her birth or her other endowments, as she wriggled into her dress.
Whitney was not ashamed of her chest. Perhaps it did not mark her as a professional warrior but there was literally no reason for her to be one! Unlike her sisters, Whitney had absolutely no problem with being the wealthiest girl in the world and living the lifestyle one would expect of the wealthiest girl in the world. If her body marked her as more suited for reclining on a couch and enjoying the finer things in life, rather than crawling through the mud with a sword in her teeth, then Whitney was quite happy to find herself on the couch. Weiss and Winter were the weird ones who wanted to act like they were born to be violent barbarians.
Squeezing herself into her little red dress, Whitney was feeling like she was very much the opposite of her sisters, and she couldn't wait to see the look on her face as she saw her little sister was a woman now.
And as she stepped out from behind the screen, yes, the look on Weiss's face was so worth it!
“Damn,” her team leader said, jaw hanging open and liable to catch flies—probably an actual pest control method from whatever Maidens-cursed backwater she hailed from—as she looked Whitney up and down. She ought to chastise her for her lack of decorum, but… in front of her sister, Whitney enjoyed the chance to flaunt that she was no longer the little sister.
“Whitney,” her sister hissed, “You cannot wear that to a date with Jaune!”
“And why not?” Whitney asked drolly, taking a gloved hand to fluff her hair, “Oh, is it that my ‘fearless’ Huntress sister doesn’t have the courage to wear something like this? Or is it because you don’t have the cur-”
“Because if Mother learned that you dressed like this, on a date, then I’m dead!”
Whitney simply laughed, a dry, bemused “oh-ho-ho” laugh with her hand to her mouth, the kind of laugh that really let her revel in it. She had a chance to make Weiss feel outdone and Weiss would get punished for it? As if this couldn’t get better and better-
“Actually… Weiss kind of has a point here.”
Turning at the annoying sound of the blonde’s voice, Whitney gave her a defensive, furrowed look. She was the one woman here that Whitney felt like she didn’t quite have an advantage over but had assumed from her sister’s description that she’d be more inclined to taking shots at Weiss than her. Her objection to this dress now felt like it had some weight to it.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she said with a sniff.
But the blonde didn’t smirk or give any sign that she was taking a jab at her as she said, “Listen: wearing a dress like that, well, a Huntsman is going to have some… expectations…”
Whitney raised an eyebrow at that. Serious or not, Whitney didn't care for the tone she had or her slouching, smug posture.
“And what is that supposed to mean?” Whitney asked.
The blonde's jaw dropped, turning to the Faunus girl, who also had an annoying look of surprise on her face.
“Yeah,” the Faunus girl said, “They're definitely sisters.”
“And what is that-” she and Weiss both said at once, turning to each other in annoyance.
“Expectations,” Whitney said, “What do you mean by ‘Expectations?’”
The blonde's smile came back. “Well… you know,” she drawled, “You're getting yourself dolled up for a date, Jaune's not like the kind of fancy boys you know back in Atlas, rich kids who do ‘courtship.’ Huntsmen, we move fast—live fast, die fast—and so he might be expecting some-”
“Yang, gross,” Weiss snapped, “Jaune isn’t- Jaune isn’t like that.”
“Jaune is 100% like that,” the Faunus girl said, eyes still in her book, “According to Cardin, when they were both in Mur-”
“Why would anyone, ever, least of all you, ever listen to Cardin!”
The girl looked up from her book, unamused… then flashed Weiss a grin. “He’s the best source of trashy gossip now that Coco’s graduated.”
They’d moved off the topic, but the original words were still very clear in Whitney’s mind. Jaune would have expectations. Jaune was like that. Weiss might insist he wasn’t, but what did Weiss know about boys, really? What did Weiss know about anything? Her teammates, crass as they were, were probably more on the right when it came to matters of crassness, and this Jaune was one of them.
But… but why should she be afraid of a man’s expectations? Did they think Whitney was some hapless maiden just because she couldn’t throw herself off a cliff to go and punch trees for an hour? Just because she wasn’t an idiot by no means meant she was helpless! In fact, the very idea that she had anything to fear was insulting! She was an upstanding and respectable woman from the most powerful family on the planet! Should that Mr. Arc try anything on her, well, he’d come to regret it! Dearly!
Indeed, they very idea… Whitney’s virtue was beyond reproach and without a doubt unassailable! She might allow him to imagine he might take liberties with her, to amuse herself with the very idea that he might see her in this dress and suddenly have ideas, but… those ideas were really nothing more than ideas! Which meant that Whitney had all the power, which… now that she thought about it more, meant that she could go rather far if she so wished to. Not that she’d do anything, of course, she wasn’t that kind of woman, but letting the brute try, seeing him use all his talents and tricks in vain as Whitney revealed that his expectations were nothing to a woman of her station, well… what was the harm in a little game?
Watching as her sister quarreled with her doltish teammates, Whitney felt like it was high time to show her sister that, while she might be the elder sister, might be the heiress, might be the one living independently… Whitney was a confident young woman in her own right, someone far more mature and sophisticated than the girl now squabbling with a girl making incessant boob puns! Yes, tonight, she would show everyone that Whitney Schnee was a woman who knew how to correctly handle a man!
Indeed, just as predicted, Whitney was right about everything and the oh-so-wise-and-worldly Huntresses who had tried to discourage her simply didn’t know what they were talking about!
Perhaps, if Whitney’s date had been one of those ghastly monsters in the woods, then that would fall under Weiss’s particular expertise, but Whitney was a sophisticated and urbane young woman, and meeting a man in a restaurant was simply the area where she was most proficient. She’d scored an early win when she first arrived and Jaune beheld her in her dress, seeing the daring amount of skin she was showing and the brilliant crimson of her dress, but more so, seeing the confident young woman beneath the clothes who bore herself with such a natural fluidity and grace that he’d never confuse her with either of her sisters again.
She continued to push her advantage over the course of the meal, playing coy and keeping her date wanting more, but of course, Whitney would never give it so easily. Jaune was quite charming, and that made this whole evening so much more exciting! It wasn’t just a date with some tedious young man who saw her as a ticket to a Vice Presidency in the SDC, no, Jaune wanted her. Every compliment, every smile, every bon mot or delightful little bit of conversation, that was all aimed to the purpose of seducing her. He wanted her virtue, he wanted her innocence, and while Whitney wasn’t going to let him have it easily… resisting his assault as he put everything he had upon the walls of her chastity was certainly getting her excited!
He was a surprisingly canny man for a Huntsman—far more cultured and sophisticated than Whitney had expected. Though of course, she wasn’t going to let him catch her off guard simply because he knew wine or how he’d so artfully kept turning the discussion back to her. Over dessert, he had even gotten daringly flirtatious… which Whitney had allowed because he’d so entertained her with his astute and engaging conversation about Valean pastry culture. He was so very unlike the men she knew in every way, but… she wasn’t going to be easy, not by any means. If he wanted her… she was going to make him work for it.
Dinner had ended and they were in the lobby of her hotel now. One of Whitney's last defenses—Jaune had, of course, leveraged a “gentlemanly” interest in escorting her back to the hotel, but she certainly wouldn't let him into her room! Unless he managed to ply her, to wriggle his way into her room, then her bed and then…
Whitney stopped her thoughts before she let them run away with her. She had to be virtuous and proper, refusing to give Jaune what he so clearly wanted, especially now, when he was going to make his push to see if he would get lucky tonight.
“I had a lot of fun tonight,” she said coyly, carefully studying his face for any sign of the depraved, lustful intent that lurked beneath the mask of his face.
“I'm happy to hear that,” he said, charming, gregarious, the very look of a gentleman… expertly concealing the sort of bestial thoughts a proper lady like Whitney couldn't imagine. But if he thought he'd get anywhere with her, well, he had another thing coming!
“For an accidental date… I'm glad you had a good time,” he said, “I enjoyed myself, too.”
Whitney knew what he was playing
He took her hand, making Whitney's heart thump in her chest as she tried to picture what he'd do next after he placed his lips on the back of her hand, gave her a kiss, and then…
“I had a lovely evening, Whitney,” he said, “Let me know the next time you're in Vale.”
And then he… turned around and… walked off?
An icy stab of panic suddenly cut Whitney to her core.
Had… had she misplayed the situation? Had she made her defenses too impregnable and Jaune had misread her as not merely virtuous in her valiant, doomed defense, but instead… frigid? Yang’s words, that Huntsmen would have expectations suddenly came back like an arctic wind, chilling her to the bone. She'd thought it meant that he'd be a hot predator, seeing her in this dress and deciding that he had to have her. But now, she was facing the other side of his expectations: a man like Jaune could easily have another woman who wouldn't hold out on him like Whitney had.
And that was a problem. Because Whitney… Whitney didn't want him to stop now.
She didn't want him to stop at all.
While she knew she had to play hard to get, to act like she didn't want this, Whitney had been thinking about this since she first heard Jaune's song. She wanted him to wear down her defenses and talk her past her virtue, she wanted to be chased and then… caught, overcome, and oh, to be ravished by a man! She had been building up for that moment all night and now she realized that she wasn’t able to act aloof and disdaining when she was coming face to face with the fact that she’d spent the whole night unwittingly getting herself worked up and was now realizing how he… how masterfully he’d outplayed her! Because her situation now…
He was- he was going to force her to admit her… her unchaste side. To speak her impurities out loud and…
And worse… he was going to make her beg.
Whitney had thought she had had the upper hand all night, but now, she was realizing how little she understood about dating. She never realized that Jaune, too, had the power to walk away—she thought that was exclusively her card to play! That she might dangle the prospect in front of him, to entice him to go further, to do whatever was necessary to keep Whitney here, but now the shoe was on the other foot!
“This- is this… it?” she asked, lamely trying to force things back to how they were.
“I had a good night,” he said, “If you-”
“I- I was told you'd have expectations!”
Jaune's eyes went wide. “Who- who told you that?”
She searched her memories for the name of the blonde, but she was like so many unimportant servants and hangers on that dotted the landscape around-
“Yang!” she said as the name came to her.
“Yang? Yang said- Weiss didn’t tell you not to listen to Yang?” he asked, bewildered.
Whitney blushed. “Well, yes, she did, but…”
Her words trailed off, but she saw recognition break out across Jaune’s face as he said, “Oh. Yeah. Sisters.”
Whitney nodded. It wasn’t- wasn’t her fault that in this circumstance, Weiss had been somehow right about things. It wasn't something she thought could happen, least of all in this! What- what did Weiss know about boys?
But it was hard to move her thoughts to Weiss when Jaune was right in front of her. And being in the hotel lobby made everything feel so much more pressured, that she couldn't just stay here, she either had to move forward… or retreat in shame.
Blushing terribly, she made up her mind.
“I've spent all night… hoping,” she confessed, “that you'd want more so that we'd have to… so that we could…”
“You want us to go… all the way?” Jaune quietly asked.
Whitney bit her lip.
“Ah,” Jaune said as she didn’t answer, “And you wanted me to be the one who…”
“...Yes,” she said after his words trailed off.
Jaune nodded. “Alright then… lead the way,” he said, and Whitney blinked.
Did he- did he seriously-
But she wasn’t going to miss her chance twice, her hand making the decision for her as it grabbed Jaune and pulled him behind her as she headed to her room. She could feel her heart pounding in her ears as she entered the elevator, and the whole ride up to the penthouse… seemed to happen in a flash, her mind racing through what was happening now that she’d chosen it. She… she led Jaune into her room and turned, suddenly feeling not like the mature and confident young woman who had put on this dress and instead… someone who was very much still a teenager.
But Jaune… Jaune knew what he was doing. Jaune was… she could trust Jaune. He’d… it would be okay. With the door shut, with them alone… With him, it would be okay. She’d be okay.
“Alright,” he said, “we’ll start slow. If anything feels uncomfortable or you’re not enjoying it, let me know. I’ll stop, no questions asked, no judgment, we want your first time to be good.”
As much as this was going against Whitney’s imagination of how her first time, least of all with a Huntsman, would go, she nodded rapidly in agreement—she might have to admit to herself that she had fantasies about a brutish man forcing himself upon her, the reality of her first time made Whitney’s pampered rich girl side assert itself and remind her that she did not want this to hurt.
She gave a nod. “What- how do we start-”
But her words were cut off with a kiss, his lips on her before she even realized he was making a move for it. Her eyes went wide… and then bliss settled over her, her eyes closing as she sank into the kiss, firm, but not overpowering, a kiss that put Whitney into a swoon as she let Jaune wholly take the lead.
As he broke the kiss, he whispered, roughly, “You, ah, you want to be heated up for this, and the more you are… the better it'll feel.”
Whitney gave a soft whimper in response, still feeling a daze of the kiss lingering over her, even as Jaune started to put his hands on her clothes, her dress providing very little coverage, but still an ounce of modesty for her. Whitney felt herself unconsciously thrust her chest forward, and Jaune soon had her dress pulled down and his hands on her flesh. She moaned as she suddenly felt him squeeze her… her bust, her boobs. His fingers dug into her chest and it felt good. Whitney had never realized that having big boobs could give her a sensation like this! Not as Jaune put his mouth on her breasts, kissing, sucking, pulling her bra down to free her nipple and taking it between her teeth!
Whitney moaned as she felt him slowly push her backwards, towards the bed. The bed. The meaning flashed in her mind, but then she felt Jaune’s hands roam over her body, her dress falling away and leaving her so terribly exposed. Not that she objected as he kissed her again, leading her onto the bed and moving his hand down to her thigh, every inch he covered drew him closer and closer to where Whitney now felt a nuclear heat growing inside her. His kiss distracted her, leaving her defenseless as his hand moved to cup her cleft, rubbing against the fabric of her panties… and revealing how wet she was.
Whitney hadn't… been thinking about the physical side of arousal, how messy and… dirty it was, but ohhhhh, it felt good and right now, all Whitney could think about was feeling good!
Jaune didn't mind making her feel good as he slipped a finger past her waistband and started to stroke her pussy. Whitney quivered under his touch, but everywhere he was leading her… ohhhh it felt good! He pressed his finger against her and it entered her.
Whitney gasped, feeling the sudden digit intruding upon her, but at a look of concern from Jaune, she swiftly shook her head no. It wasn’t bad, it was just… new. Unfamiliar. He… he said she had to be heated up for this, and Whitney was… very heated. As he pushed his finger deeper and deeper in, his fingertip rubbing against her inner walls, Whitney found that it actually felt rather nice, just… he had a big finger. Strong, powerful hands. Very unlike her own, daintier digits—even if Whitney had no experience with self-pleasure, she still found herself comparing what Jaune was doing with how she imagined it would feel by herself. When it… when, ah, something not so thick spreading her open. But Jaune's finger, ah ah, it was thick! A- a swordsman's hand, rough and powerful, death-dealing, so unlike the soft hands of men in boardrooms, and then his palm rubbed her clitoris and ohhhhh Whitney was finding herself just swept away in pleasure!
She was panting, gasping, looking into Jaune's eyes with disbelief. He smiled at her, serene and confident in his total control of the situation as an inexperienced virgin quivered around his hand, her hips slowly starting to move against her will.
“That's good,” Jaune murmured, “You're very ready for this…”
Whitney was about to ask what he meant she was ready for, but he gave her another kiss before she could ask. The assault on two fronts, the simultaneous romance of his kiss and the powerful, dominating grip of his hand left Whitney in yet another swoon. He was… he was magnificent, Whitney had been a fool to think she would be the one leading him around, in this, his fingers had a maestro’s touch as he inserted a second, working faster and faster as Whitney threw her head back and gasped out her pleasure!
Jaune kissed her deeply, crushing his lips against hers before pulling his fingers out of her and taking her panties with them.
“Wh-wha-” she asked, unfocused and confused.
“You’re ready,” Jaune said, “We can move on to… the real thing.”
It took Whitney a second to grasp his meaning, but once she did, it hit her like a bomb. Her eyes went wide, just in time to see Jaune start to wrest himself free of his clothes, her body reacting at the reveal of his body, seeing the taut musculature hidden beneath his dress shirt. Feeling his hands on her made her realize what man he was, seeing his chest sent her spinning. And then…
His cock.
Whitney wasn’t entirely clueless, even if she’d never been with a man before. She understood the relevant anatomy, but… so much of what she understood about these matters was wholly inadequate in terms of the experience. Her jaw dropped. Her mouth went dry. That was… that was going inside her? Whitney suddenly felt her heart flutter, but… no, no, she didn’t retreat in the lobby, she was not going to retreat now! She spread her legs for her, screwed up her courage, and prepared herself as Jaune climbed onto the bed, that… that thing between her legs. But it didn’t fill her with fear, but- but a reminder that she wanted this, and in fact-
“Wait,” she said, putting up a hand to stop Jaune before he made love to her. He stopped, but this wasn’t some gambit from Whitney to try and reclaim control of the situation. She didn’t want that. She’d never wanted that, not really. What she truly wanted… what she could now admit…
“Ravish me,” she whispered into his ear.
He gave a grunt of approval, a low, masculine sound that told Whitney that… for the rest of the night, he’d be in control of things.
To drive that fact home, Jaune didn’t mount her like he was poised to do, but instead, seized Whitney, hefted her up from the bed, her body weighing less than nothing in a Huntsman’s muscular arms, and without a word, he put her hard against the wall. Whitney gasped as she felt her back collide with the hard surface. Her feet dangled beneath her, dainty, useless things that could kick all she wanted, nothing she did truly mattered when a man had decided to take something from her.
He didn’t even give her a chance to collect herself. He was upon her in an instant, with her pinned against the wall, she couldn’t do anything but feel him penetrate her with his cock. Weiss’s eyes went wide, her mouth opened in a silent cry of surprise as she felt something so much thicker and meatier than his fingers parting her netherlips, making Whitney’s head spin as he thrust upwards with a grunt and shoved his cock deep inside her. Gravity pulled her down and then… he drove her back up with a thrust of his hips!
“Oh!” she gasped out as she felt him inside her, “Oh, oh- oh- oh!”
Quickly, her words descended into rough, gurgling noises as she felt him use her, harsh, heavy blows from beneath driving her up the wall as he pounded her like she was nothing more than a sleeve to be wrapped around his manly, brutish cock. Any thought that she’d have presented herself as a mature and sophisticated young woman this evening was thoroughly discarded as Jaune screwed her into the wall. She watched his face contort with exertion, felt his rough, powerful thrusts, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, struggling to simply hold on!
“Fuck, Whitney,” he grunted, “Fuck, fuck…”
Whitney closed her eyes and held tight onto Jaune. Every thrust made the wall shake, the tinkle of glass ornaments on quaking shelves accompanying the burst of pleasure that came from this man’s powerful, womb-crushing, princess-dominating COCK giving Whitney the rough pounding she only just now realized her body was simply crying out for! She was- her whole body was attuned to him and her defenses crumbled utterly, her inexperience giving her no foothold to try and brace herself. She could feel it: a whimper started rising up inside her, a ragged, panting quiver that trembled through her entire body. She felt the wall against her back, the friction moving her up and down as Jaune's cock split her open. All her composure was breaking; the poise and composure synonymous with Schnee was now yielding before her until…
“Ohhhhhh JAUNE!”
She cracked.
Jaune didn't stop. He kept fucking her as she chanted out, “Oh, Jaune! Oh, Jaune! Oh, Jaune!” over and over again, bolts and sparks of pleasure bursting and echoing through her body, her pussy convulsing as her body shook, but Jaune was strong, powerful, holding her in place to keep fucking her, building up to his own-
“Inside!” she gasped out, “Oh Jaune, Jaune, inside!”
He didn't answer her. At least, not with words. He continued to pound into her, rough, grunting, manly thrusts that told her that he was taking his pleasure with her. It made Whitney feel… base. Cheap. Used. Deliciously sinful words as pops and bursts of pleasure crackled across her mind. She was no proper lady, not now, not as she felt Jaune’s thrusts get tighter and tighter until…
He gave one last thrust into her and groaned with pleasure as Whitney felt the sudden bloom of warm, sticky delight inside her, letting her imagine a thick load of cum flooding her pussy and womb, invading her body, and making her his woman. Never again to be a dainty Schnee maiden, now, Jaune's hot and horny bitch. A few more pumps to make sure she took it all as Whitney giggled simple-mindedly, enjoying the raw sensation of the moment and then… they were done.
He slowly let her slide down the wall as he pulled out of her. Whitney felt so… satisfied. Physically and mentally, this was… this was good, so good. As she steadied herself on wobbly legs, she looked up at Jaune with a smile on her face, feeling like she… like she had accomplished something tonight. Like she'd crossed a threshold into womanhood, giving her a deeper understanding, a new sophistication now that she had gotten past the lines of propriety and now had experienced this.
But as she steadied herself, she realized she wasn't just feeling mature from this…
“So Jaune,” she asked, coyly, “How… how soon can we get… get to try another round?”
He grinned and Whitney felt her already very well-used pussy pulse in anticipation!
“While I'm happy to hear that your date went well and that you and Jaune are now dating more seriously, I think it's very important that you understand that a relationship-”
Whitney rolled her eyes and groaned.
“Yes, Weiss, I know, if Jaune breaks my heart, you and Winter will draw straws to see who gets to-”
But Weiss shook her head… then sighed.
“It’s not that,” she said, “It’s… I mean, if Jaune did break your heart, I wouldn’t forgive him for it but… but I know he won’t. Jaune’s a good man… he really is, and if anyone was going to date my sister, well, I think I can trust him.”
But Weiss’s wistful musing was interrupted as a sudden sharpness came to her face, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Whitney harshly.
“But I also know you and I know that you’ve gone through suitors like tissue paper, and if you hurt Jaune or derail his career as a Huntsman Whitney, the Maidens help you because I-”
“Whoa, whoa, Weiss, take it easy!” Whitney cried as she stepped back from Weiss’s sudden, unexpected fury, “Jaune’s- what we have, it’s not like the other callers. Not at all, he’s… it’s different, Weiss. It’s serious.”
Weiss paused a moment, studying Whitney’s face, then asked, “Serious?”
“Yes,” Whitney answered, quietly, “I’ve never felt like this for anyone before, and I don’t want to lose this feeling. I want this relationship to work, and I… want to see where this goes. And I really hope to see it go well.”
Weiss was quiet for a while, carefully studying her face as she figured what to say.
“You… really have matured, haven't you?”
Whitney smiled, and her sister jumped up from her seat to loop around the table and pull Whitney into a tight hug.
It would have been a sweet moment, if not for the fact that as Weiss pulled her up from the chair, Whitney felt her hips shift in response, and the sudden movement in her core meant that Whitney felt a sudden squish as something thick, creamy, and freshly-deposited in her pussy shifted in response.
It brought a smile to Whitney’s face, holding her sister as she felt the secret inside her proclaim just how serious their relationship was. Whitney wasn’t using Jaune by any means, but Jaune? Oh, he “used” Whitney. Used her good and hard and long just before this lunch, a nice, sexy quickie where Jaune worked off some of his tension while Whitney locked her legs around his waist, determined not to miss out on this treat. All day, she was going to feel him inside her, sticky and oozing and dirty, hidden beneath her panties and making Whitney seem to all the world to be the same prissy princess everyone saw when they saw a Schnee.
“I’m happy for you,” Weiss said as she held her.
“Thank you,” Whitney said, and thought, You have no idea, sis, as a smile crept across her face and she imagined what Jaune would do to her next.