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Jaune's Pineapple Jam Part 2 Ch 17.
🕑 Added 2025-09-07 14:42:55 +0000 UTC“Blake Himeneko? Really? That’s the best you can do?”
“Shut up. I panicked, okay?” Blake blushed as her friend’s voice rang out beside her inside the elevator.
“Really, Blake. How did you even manage to sneak into Beacon?”
It must have been strange for her to be seen speaking to air, but considering they were alone in the elevator, Blake only shook her head as the space beside her shimmered.
“I don’t think I actually did. Headmaster Ozpin obviously knew who I was.”
“And he let you in?” Ilia Amitola asked worriedly, which Blake could only nod at silently.
Ilia’s presence was somewhat of a complication. It was her own parents’ condition for them to agree to let them go to Vale without a fuss. She was meant to be there for safety as well as a deterrent for them to fool around, but little did they know, Ilia was fully in on it.
And all they needed to do for that to happen was to let her watch during the right time.
Blake breathed deeply, watching as the elevator rose to the top floor, while Ilia took her silence as a signal for her to be quiet as well. After all, just because they were alone didn’t mean that there were no cameras whatsoever.
Blake already risked being seen as crazy by talking to air, but she hoped anyone watching would think she was just muttering out of nervousness.
Ilia, however, was totally nervous with the way the light seemed to shimmer around her.
Ding!
Blake smirked as she sensed her friend fidget beside her while the elevator reached their destined floor.
Floor 31. The Penthouse.
She let out a breath as the elevator opened up to a short hallway with a door on the other end.
Walking towards it, her hand came up to knock against the expensive wood.
Knock, knock, knock!
“Room service!” She smiled as the words left her mouth involuntarily, a tic from spending too much time with Ruby watching action movies on Patch.
An unamused face greeted them, however, as the door opened quickly while Ilia squeaked beside her.
“Blake.”
“Weiss.” Blake grinned back, shrugging as Weiss sighed towards her. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”
“It’s fine. Come on in.” Weiss opened the door wider, and whatever smile on Blake’s face was wiped away as she saw the view.
“Woah.” She breathed out with wide eyes.
“120 square meters with three bedrooms, a living area, a kitchen, and a bathroom.” Weiss declared proudly, flicking her now black hair as Vale’s afternoon light streamed in from the glass windows.
“You live like this?” Ilia materialized, her jaws dropped as she took on the sight.
Weiss, however, only blinked in shock before shaking her head with wide eyes.
“Right. Uhm, Ilia, yes? I’m sorry. I forgot you were joining us.”
Ilia fidgeted uncomfortably, her eyes looking away as the Schnee took in her whole body.
“I wouldn’t actually say it like I’m joining. I’m more of protecting. I’m a bodyguard.” Ilia looked away, and for a moment, there was an awkward silence between the two women before Blake decided to intervene.
“Guarding, right? As if you’re not going to be watching us.” Blake snickered, trying to lighten the mood as she saw Ilia’s eyes light up.
“I mean, watching is part of the job.” Ilia replied, a smile forming on her lips as she quipped back at Blake.
Blake only hummed. Surprisingly, the thought of having Ilia watch after calming down was not as distressing as she thought it would be.
Blake blamed it on being exposed to both Weiss and Yang. Having group sex as a staple of their relationship was bound to have consequences. Apparently, developing kinks was a part of it.
Someone else, however, was having a far different reaction.
“I….I don’t think I’m comfortable being watched by a stranger just yet.” Weiss said hesitantly, looking away from the both of them in shame.
Blake sighed. Perhaps it was a bit too much to expect Weiss and Ilia would mesh quickly together. Weiss might no longer be prejudiced against the Faunus, but that didn’t take away the perfectly valid reason of being wary to show something so intimate to someone who was basically a stranger to her.
Besides, it wasn’t only Weiss who had some issues.
Ilia actually looked offended. As if she was unable to believe that she would peek on Weiss of all people.
But before anything else could come out of their reactions, Blake clapped her hands to dispel the sudden tension between them.
“Alright. We’ll talk about arrangements later. For now, I want to take a shower. This dye is killing my hair.”
To emphasize, she ran a hand along her now white locks, and while it was certainly beautiful, Blake just knew her scalp was going to complain to her in the near future.
Thankfully, Weiss leapt at the distraction, eager to steer the topic away from any notion of Ilia peeking on them.
“You and me both. Coco was lucky we needed it in short notice. She’s actually making money out of us!”
“That she is.” Blake chuckled, shaking her head before a mischievous smile grew on her face. “Wanna join me?”
“Blake?!” Weiss shrieked incredulously, a blush rushing across her face as Ilia let out a choked sound. “Not in front of others!”
Blake didn’t care, however, and she only shook her head with a smile on her face.
“Come on, Weiss. Don’t tell me you haven’t been thinking about it? We didn’t get a chance to shower together at Patch, but I still remember the one we all took together after the dance.”
“T-That was months ago!” Weiss looked away from her, but Blake only leaned towards her teasingly.
“Is that a no?”
A pause, and a blush, and then Blake had her answer.
“No.”
“Good.” She grinned before grabbing Weiss’ wrist in a tight hold. “Ilia, take care of the bags and let Jaune and Pyrrha come in when they get here. Meanwhile, we’ll get ready.”
“...Yes, Blake.”
“Good girl.” She said absently, but she was already pushing past a blushing Weiss.
“Don’t rush me! I already said yes, remember?!”
Blake only chuckled, pulling Weiss along as they left a gobsmacked Ilia behind them.
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Ilia Amitola never imagined her life would turn out the way it did.
Here she was on the top of one of Vale’s five-star hotels, and she could only sit gobsmacked on the sofa watching the afternoon sky.
Ilia never even thought a Schnee could be so embarrassed and vulnerable!
But the way Blake spoke with Weiss Schnee? She was able to accomplish it easily.
And now here they were, with Ilia minding Blake’s bags while she did unspeakable things to a Schnee inside the bathroom.
“The things I do for love.” She sighed heavily, her eyes still wide at the incredulousness of the situation.
What even was her life?
Knock! Knock!
She jolted when she heard the sound, and an involuntary jolt traveled down her throat as she realized that it was them.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
She must’ve been more out of it than she thought, because Ilia leapt out of the sofa in an instant and ran towards the door as the knocking got louder.
“C-Coming!” She stuttered nervously, but regardless, her hand moved to pull the door open.
Two pairs of eyes blinked at her, and Ilia could only squirm uncomfortably as Jaune Arc spoke to her.
“Ilia, I almost forgot you were with us.”
A tick formed at forehead at that, but she only gritted her teeth as her nervousness turned into annoyance.
“That’s what I do. Make you forget I was even here.” She ground her teeth, her eye twitching as she looked at him.
“Really?” He blinked at her, but at this point, Ilia could hardly contain her annoyance.
“No! Of course not, you idiot!”
She could forgive Weiss Schnee of all people forgetting about her. They never properly met despite being together when they watched Jaune Arc fight his father.
But Jaune himself? Whether she liked it or not, they had a connection now!
And he just forgot about her?!
The audacity!
The outburst left her mouth before she could even think about it, but Ilia immediately froze when she felt a heavy pressure emanate from Jaune Arc’s side.
“Forgive my fiancé, Ilia. We tend to forget other people when we’re in each other’s presence.” Pyrrha Nikos let her opinion be known with narrowed eyes and a cold stiff smile.
The words were said politely, a diplomatic way of giving Ilia an out, but it was anything but one.
For some strange reason, Ilia felt that if she even had an ounce of refusal in her bones, Pyrrha Nikos would spear her to a wall.
So this was Pyrrha Nikos, the Darling of Mistral, four-time Regional Champion, and the publicly acknowledged best Huntress-in-training of their generation.
She was strong.
She was powerful.
And she was absolutely beautiful.
“R-Right! S-Sorry for losing my cool! I’m just a little nervous!” Ilia stuttered automatically, her face flushing as her heart throbbed painfully in her chest.
Whether the throbbing was from fear or arousal, however, Ilia wasn’t sure.
Her knees buckled, and Ilia had to take a few steps to the side to pull the door completely open and lean against the wall as an inner turmoil waged war inside her.
“P-Please come in.”
And just like that, Pyrrha Nikos’ menacing smile turned into a warm, welcoming one.
“Thank you, Ilia.”
Oh Gods.
It was official.
Ilia Amitola was scared.
Ilia Amitola was aroused.
Ilia Amitola was officially scaroused.
Ilia’s heart fluttered, a blush spreading across her face as she realized she might have just a type.
Pyrrha Nikos with black hair and deadly sharp eyes?
Ilia Amitola stood no chance.
The only way for her to even stand less of a chance was if Pyrrha was actually a Faunus!
The realization that she might be down bad for dangerous women who could put her in her place no matter their race was striking. She always thought she could only feel disgust, hate, or apathy at best towards humans, but here Pyrrha was proving her wrong.
Ilia’s heart stuttered out of her chest as she saw the beautiful woman turned towards. Her hand reached out and before she knew it, Ilia released a breath she did not know she was holding.
She bridged the gap between them as if it didn’t matter!
And perhaps to Pyrrha Nikos, there was no racial gap at all. Only the unfathomable crevice between them as she put Ilia in her place.
“Good girl.” Pyrrha Nikos said as she gave Ilia a comforting pat on the shoulder.
Oh Gods, take her now because if things continued for a few more seconds, she was going to lose control and have her whole skin shimmer pink!
Her salvation came, however, from the most undesirable of sources.
“Where’s Blake and Weiss?” Jaune Arc asked, a knowing smile on his face as he looked at Ilia.
He was smug, teasing, and utterly annoying in Ilia’s eyes.
Yet despite that, Ilia was beginning to develop at an appreciate of him for the sole reason of being able to save her from embarrassing situations.
Ilia, however, could only raise a finger, and point deeper into the penthouse while uttering one word.
“S-Shower.”
She saw the moment both of their eyes brightened and the next thing she knew, she was witness to another unfathomable conversation.
“The shower! That’s a great idea!” Pyrrha’s eyes sparked, her smile turning towards her lover as she grabbed his arm. “We should go and join them!”
“Yeah, I’ve been dying to get this dye off my hair.” He tried to sound cool about it, but anyone with eyes could see Jaune’s excitement.
And why wouldn’t he be excited?
He was going to take a shower with Blake Belladonna, Weiss Schnee, and Pyrrha Nikos!
….The lucky bastard.
Ilia’s eyes began to swirl, however, when Pyrrha suddenly turned towards her with her smile still on her face.
Was this it?
Was Ilia going to get an invite too?!
Sure, it might not be pleasing jockeying with Jaune Arc inside a bathroom, it might even be uncomfortable to rub skin with a Schnee, but to be smashed between Pyrrha Nikos and Blake Belladonna?
It might just be worth it.
Ilia’s world crashed, however, when Pyrrha Nikos uttered seven words.
“Please take care of our bags, Ilia.”
She was still frozen in shock as Pyrrha pulled her lover with her.
She was finally only able to move, however, when she noticed Jaune glance back at her with a grin on his face.
Her fists clenched, but there was nothing she could do as they followed the sound of running water and muffled voices.
And when they were no longer in her field of vision, Ilia’s knees finally crashed to the ground.
Choked sounds came out of her throat as thoughts warred inside her head.
It should have been her!
Why couldn’t it have been her?!
Why the hell was it going to happen to Jaune Arc?!
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“Woah.”
That was all Jaune could mutter as they finally opened the door to the bathroom containing Weiss and Blake.
Their eyes snapped towards him, but it was too late.
He already had a mental image saved in his brain.
A mental image of what, you may ask?
Blake and Weiss kissing under the showers, of course.
Water ran down their naked bodies, and his eyes couldn’t help but take in their curves and the tone of their muscles.
They were hot.
Like really really hot.
“Jaune! It’s not what it looks like!” Weiss shrieked embarrassedly, pulling back from Blake as she futilely tried to cover herself.
“It is absolutely what it looks like.” Blake smirked, laughing even as Weiss snapped to admonish her.
“Blake!”
Blake, however, only shrugged as she rinsed her nude body.
“What? He’s seen us naked before. Besides, I told him about us already.”
“But you didn’t tell me. That’s a little unfair, don’t you think?” Pyrrha cut in, but there was no heat in her voice as she only tilted her head at them from beside Jaune.
“I’m sorry. It was supposed to be a surprise for the both of you, but it just came out when Ilia found Jaune and I.” Blake cringed sheepishly, but Pyrrha only chuckled at her.
“Ilia, yes. We’ve met.”
As happy as they were, however, one of them was not so pleased by the topic of conversation.
“Look, would you rather talk about Ilia or are you going to join in?” Weiss pouted, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at them patiently.
Jaune only had one answer to that.
He smiled as he immediately stripped off his clothes
And naked as the day he was born, he stepped forward to join both Blake and Weiss.
Being sandwiched between them felt like heaven, and Jaune relished at the way their eyes and hands roamed all over his body.
Now more than ever, Jaune Arc was far from the awkward, hopeless, country bumpkin he was almost a year ago before he entered Beacon.
Here, he was confident, trained by the strongest, and loved by prettiest women there could ever be.
“Hello, lover.” Blake whispered, molding her body against his even as the dye began to wash out of his hair.
Before he could say anything, however, Weiss was already clinging to his other side.
“Hey, it’s my turn now.”
He chuckled at the both of them, his arms reaching out to pull them in closer.
“Relax, you two. We have time to enjoy each other.”
“Don’t count me out just yet. Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t participate.” Pyrrha added, finally managing to strip out of her own clothes before joining them by snaking her hands over Jaune’s shoulders from behind.
Jaune sighed.
Purrha’s buxom breasts pressing against him from behind, Weiss’ soft little hands running all over his body down to his ballsack, while Blake had her own hands expertly rubbing his shaft up and down.
Jaune’s own hands traveled down to both Weiss and Blake’s crotches, and his fingers immediately found themselves worming inside them.
Moans filled the small space as even Pyrrha planted loving kisses across his neck.
And despite the water running down between all of them, he felt hot as their soft curves threatened to overtake his senses.
Truly, he was in heaven.
And yet…..that was all they could do.
The shower was just too small to do anything else other than press against each other and rub one another.
That didn’t stop him from showing his girls affection, however.
He turned to Weiss, leaning down a bit to capture her lips in a searing hot kiss that had her closing her eyes and moaning against his mouth.
“Me too.” Blake whispered needily, and Jaune acquiesced to her request by deepening his finger inside Weiss while lunging towards Blake.
“Sure, go ahead. Just ignore little old me over here.” Pyrrha quipped with a smile on her face, but it was Weiss who gasped out a reply towards her.
“Y-You can kiss me if you want to.”
Her face was still crunching up from what Jaune was doing inside her, but she pointed her lips towards Pyrrha who happily leaned down towards her.
“Don’t mind if I do.”
They were a tangle of limbs and soft kisses, but as minutes passed and they have already traded kisses with each other, Jaune felt they had already spent too long in this shower moshpit.
“We…..we should go.” He gasped lightly, his breath coming hard as Weiss stole another kiss from him.
The water running down his face did not help things, and he felt it was time they got out of here.
He wasn’t the only one feeling the aftereffects of being pressed against multiple bodies with running water flowing down them for an extended period of time.
“Yes, we should.” Pyrrha nodded, closing her eyes for a bit before pulling Jaune away.
Blake and Weiss reluctantly let go of him, but they all made space to get out of the shower one by one.
There was only one problem.
They had no towels with them.
“In hindsight, we did not think this through.” Weiss muttered, her eyes still roving Jaune’s body as he did the same to her lithe petite body.
Blake, however, only shrugged at the both of them.
“I don’t see the problem. We can just go out there and get our clothes.”
Now that got Weiss’ attention away from him.
“Are you kidding me, Blake?! Your friend Ilia is still out there!” Weiss hissed, and Jaune could see how she was clearly uncomfortable with showing Ilia anything.
He couldn’t blame her. Ilia might be Blake’s friend, and he might be a bit desensitized now with being nude in front of multiple women, but letting her see Weiss and even Pyrrha’s naked form? He was not comfortable with the idea in the least.
Luckily for them, there was a quick solution to their problem.
A solution that Pyrrha was already doing.
Wordlessly, she opened the bathroom door a bit and poked her head out.
“Ilia? Could you please get us some towels? For all of us, yes. Thank you!”
They heard a muffled reply from beyond the door, but judging by Pyrrha’s beaming expression when she closed the door and turned towards them, the reply was positive.
“Problem solved!” Pyrrha smiled happily, and they could only blink at her as Blake voiced out what they were all thinking.
“Wow, you have her wrapped around your fingers, don’t you?” She said, laughing as she sauntered towards Jaune to lean against him.
Not to be outdone, Pyrrha drew near and siddled in front of him.
“Well, I wouldn’t say wrapped. I just asked her politely.” Pyrrha replied, playing with her wet hair as Weiss shook her head at her while inching towards him.
“Regardless, thank you, Pyrrha.”
Before long, Jaune found himself sandwiched between them once again.
But only less than a minute passed when they heard Ilia knocking against the bathroom door.
“Towel’s ready!” Her muffled voice rang out, and Jaune had to suppress the brief surge of annoyance he had for the interruption.
“Thanks, Ilia. We’ll be there in a sec!” Blake shouted before giving him a quick kiss and rushing towards the door to get the towels from the other side.
Jaune sighed when Blake passed him a towel, but he let his impatience be as he gave all his girls a big smile.
“Ready?”
He watched as each of them smiled back at him, and before long, they were all walking outside with only towels wrapped around them.
It wasn’t anything grand by any means, but Jaune felt like a king flanked by three beautiful women when they walked out all at the same time.
Ilia must have thought the same thing because her jaw dropped at the sight before blood-
“Ilia! Are you okay?” Blake rushed forward, her eyes wide in worry as blood dripped down Ilia’s nose.
Ilia, however, only had a perverted smile on her face when she rubbed the blood off with the back of her hand.
“Oh, me? I’m perfect. Please continue.”
A brief pause seemed to take ahold of them, but a chuckle stole its way out of Jaune’s mouth.
They really were batting for the same team, huh?
Jaune, however, only smiled as he spread his arms around Weiss and Pyrrha before mouthing one word.
Mine.
His euphoria, however, was short-lived.
“I don’t think I can do this anymore.” Weiss whispered, and Jaune’s eyes snapped towards her.
“What?”
The word came out as a whisper, but it was clear from Weiss’ own body language that she was deeply uncomfortable with the situation.
“I’m sorry. I just don’t think I can do it with some stranger watching.” She said, looking away from them despite clinging to his arm, and immediately, Jaune’s arousal cooled down.
Given the choice between his own desires and his girls’ comfort? They came first.
He turned towards Ilia, and despite the hurt and frustration he could see on her face, Jaune prepared to turn her away. Before he could say anything, however, another voice cut in.
“It’s okay, Weiss. I’ll handle, Ilia.” Pyrrha once again came swooping in like an angel. “While you and Blake take Jaune to the bedroom!”
Someone else, however, still had qualms with the situation.
“Pyrrha, maybe I should stay with Ilia.” Blake piped up hesitantly.
Pyrrha, however, only shook her head.
“It’s okay, Blake. I can handle this. Besides, I’ve had Jaune to myself for months! You should take this chance to spend more time with him before the festival. I promise, I’ll join you all later.”
Pyrrha's smile was bright, and unflinching as she nudged them onwards, and with no answer to their redheaded lover, Blake reluctantly backed down and leaned her body against him.
Jaune saw Pyrrha nod in satisfaction at that, before a meaningful look crossed her eyes as she stared at him.
Immediately, Jaune knew what to do. It came from being partners and training for so long.
His hands pulled Blake and Weiss closer, their towel clad forms rubbing against each other as he tried to give them his best winning smile.
“Now come on, why don’t you take me to the bedroom? The one with the biggest bed.”
He felt more than saw Weiss’ body perk up, and as she gathered her confidence back to herself, she found the courage to look up at him with a grin on her face.
“Come on, follow me.”
Now, this was the Weiss he fell in love with.
He grinned back, letting himself be dragged along as he pulled Blake with him.
Blake, meanwhile, looked hesitantly back at Ilia, who was silently calling for help with her expression.
Blake could see it.
Jaune could see it.
But Pyrrha’s beaming smile prevented them from doing anything, and so, they left Ilia there alone as he whispered assurances in Blake’s ear.
“It’ll be fine, Blake. You know Pyrrha. She’s one of the kindest people we know. What’s the worst that could happen?”
—-----
“Sit.”
Ilia Amitola sat, and she gulped as Pyrrha Nikos sat comfortably on the sofa in front of her
“Good girl.”
Gods, Ilia could have melted then and there, and if she wasn’t already sitting, then she would have swooned at the heated breath that left Pyrrha’s smiling lips.
Instead, she gulped down her own saliva and tried to look away as Pyrrha, still wrapped in only a towel, crossed her legs right in front of her!
Gods, did this woman even have flaws?!
Ilia could see her striking red hair wetly stick to her skin, while water still clung to her toned muscles for all the world to see.
The only way she could be better was if she was a Faunus!
And somehow, the thought of Pyrrha Nikos having fox ears wouldn’t leave her mind after that.
Ilia just knew that her fluffy ears would blend well with her striking red hair. Just imagining her and Blake together with their cute fluffy ears twitching freely into the air was enough to send Ilia to dreamland.
Unfortunately for Ilia, she did not have the time to go to dreamland because Pyrrha’s bright smile turned into something sharp.
“So, Ilia. Let’s talk ground rules.”
Shit.
—--------------------------
Weiss sighed in relief as they finally entered the bedroom.
Her heart still throbbed uneasily from her encounter with Ilia, despite feeling foolish for feeling so.
She knew it was ridiculous to be so uncomfortable with Blake’s friend, but she couldn’t help it!
Ilia was practically a stranger shoved into their lives!
Worse yet, she could see the judgement and wariness in the Faunus’ eyes every time they met! It felt alot like Blake’s during the worst fight they ever had back at the docks.
It was accusing, and judgemental, as if she already knew the worst of Weiss despite never ever having met.
Having someone like that watch them doing something intimate was something Weiss could not stomach.
So she was ever more grateful for Pyrrha to settle the matter while she spent the time with the man she loves.
Whether Blake stayed back to support Ilia or followed them to join in was her choice.
It didn’t particular matter to Weiss, but she was still grateful to see Blake following them into the bedroom.
Immediately after getting some privacy, she turned around to give Jaune a tight hug.
They might still have been wearing towels, but Jaune only had his wrapped around his hips.
Weiss took full advantage of that, and she rubbed her face all over his chest.
She was short. It hurt to admit it, but it was true.
Times like these, however, were when it became beneficial for her. She felt safe as she relished in the reliable beating of his heart.
“Thank you.”
The words left her mouth as a sigh, and she felt more than heard his own reply as his chest rumbled.
“What for?”
“For everything.” She muttered.
Was it clingy, needy, and utterly inappropriate for a Schnee?
Absolutely.
But she wasn’t just going to be a Schnee was she?
She was going to be an Arc.
A Belladonna.
And a Nikos as well.
They hadn’t thought about last names yet, nor did they think about the date and venue, what Weiss was sure of, however, was they were going to be a family.
An unconventional family, sure, but it was certain to be a better family than what she had now.
Weiss couldn't help it, she giggled.
Giggled!
How unbecoming of a Schnee.
But then again……she wasn’t just a Schnee anymore!
Just the ridiculousness of all of it was enough to make her giddy.
And Jaune wasn’t the only one to notice.
“You okay, Weiss?” Blake asked with equal parts worry and amusement.
Weiss leaned back away from Jaune and gave her teammate a small smile.
“I’m okay. Things are just sinking in, you know?”
Blake and Jaune looked at each other at that before a sympathetic chuckle came out of their mouths.
“Tell me about it, it seems like forever since we last saw each other again, and when we did, a lot of stuff happened!” Jaune said, waving his hands around to emphasize his point.
“I’ll say. We met each other’s parents.” Blake added, smiling as she leaned against Jaune’s back.
“Got called to a meeting with Headmistress Goodwitch and General Ironwood.” Weiss continued, planting a kiss on his pec as they reminisced.
“Got engaged because of it.” Jaune grinned, his hand travelling down her hips to pull her in deeper.
She gasped a bit at that, and she couldn’t help but smile as she felt Blake’s own hands caress against her.
“Lucky you. You didn’t need to plan a proposal for each of us to get married.” Blake smirked, wrapping her arms around his abs as she playfully bit his shoulder.
“He did propose to me though? Does that mean I’m his favorite?” Weiss quipped, smiling as she felt Jaune freeze with wide eyes.
Blake’s own eyes narrowed a bit, but a mischievous smile came on her face.
“Can’t have that, can we? There shouldn’t be any favorites.”
“I-I’m sorry. I’ll try to propose to you all properly.” Jaune replied, but Weiss felt more than saw Blake’s hand travel downwards.
“Mhmm, there’s one way I think you can make things even.”
Weiss gasped as she felt Blake pull on Jaune’s towel away from him. She only had one word in mind when Jaune’s already hard dick pushed against her.
Finally.
Her hand moved to grasp his length, but before she could, Blake pulled Jaune towards her with a grin on her face.
“Hey! What’s the big deal?!” Weiss shrieked indignantly, but Blake actually had the audacity to smirk at her.
“Nope! He’s making amends for proposing to you, remember?”
“W-What?! But it’s my turn now! You’ve already had yours!”
Before Blake could even argue back, however, Jaune was already raising his hands between them.
“Relax, ladies. I know just a way for us all to enjoy ourselves.”
“Oho? Are you saying you can satisfy us both at the same time?” Blake asked, raising an eyebrow even as she ran her finger over Jaune’s cock.
“That is exactly what I am saying.”
And then he did the damndest of things.
He knelt towards her, naked as the day he was born.
“Uhm, Jaune? What are you doing?” Weiss asked, a blush creeping up her face as he looked at her.
“Weiss, may I take this off?” He smiled, grabbing the hem of her towel.
She could only gawk at that before nodding slowly as red overtook her whole face.
She allowed herself to be bared, keeping her hands to the side as Jaune looked upon her in awe.
“Beautiful.”
“Flaterrer.” She replied instantly, a smile gracing her face as any sense of nervousness washed away.
“AHEM!”
Weiss jolted, looking at Blake with wide eyes as the Faunus crossed her arms at them.
“Alright, I’m getting jealous. This looks more and more like favoritism!”
“Sorry, Blake, but don’t worry. You’ll have my cock soon.”
The confidence in his voice sent tingles down Weiss’ spine, and she could only gulp in anticipation as Jaune reached a hand towards her.
“Weiss, I want you to sit on my shoulders.”
She blinked at the request, but it only took a moment for her to realize what he wanted to do.
It was obvious, really, and Weiss Schnee could not wait to try it.
“If you drop me then we are never doing this again.” She breathed nervously, a smile coming to her face as she took his hand and stepped forward.
He was still kneeling so it was easy for her to hook her legs over his shoulder, and when he stood up, Weiss’ breath left in a gasp as she felt his mouth touch her crotch.
She was sitting on his face…..well, shoulders really, but the position’s benefits were readily the same that a moan left her mouth immediately after feeling his tongue lick her pussy.
A sense of superiority came over her as the elevation gave her a higher view of Blake’s surprised face.
Before she could even say anything, however, Weiss’ eyes widened and rolled back as she felt Jaune push his Semblance through his tongue.
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Blake watched with wide eyes as she saw Weiss convulse uncontrollably on top of Jaune’s shoulders.
“OHH! OHH! OHHAAJAUUUNE!” She screamed, and a sense of jealousy rose up inside Blake’s heart and her teammate’s ecstasy.
Her eyes drew downward, however, when she saw a sight she could not believe.
Jaune’s dick was glowing.
The sight was so unexpected and ridiculous that she couldn’t help but blink in shock!
A glowing dick in the dark?!
Who ever heard of such a thing?!
But the message was clear.
Weiss had his face, but Blake had his cock.
She chuckled incredulously, shaking her head even as a smile formed on her face.
“Only you, Jaune. Only you can think of such a thing.”
Obviously, he could not reply verbally what with him being busy making Weiss moan wantonly, but he did let his dick flick upwards in response.
She laughed at the sight, but regardless, she walked forward in front of him before kneeling on the floor.
His manhood loomed right above her face, a familiar sight to Blake as she encircled it with her hands.
Wonder and curiosity filled her as she held his man meat in her hands. Apparently, there was a difference between it based on whether he was using his Semblance or not.
Right now, it felt warmer, thicker, and had a lot more heft into it. No wonder they always felt so good whenever he used it on them.
It wasn’t even insider her, and Blake was already feeling the allure of tasting it pull her in.
Not even willing to resist a little bit, her tongue flicked outward.
Immediately. She felt electricity and heat spread through her mouth, and before she knew it, she was already suckling on his big fat dick.
“Mmmhhhhm.” She moaned, her eyes turning hazy as she looked up at him, all she could see, however, was Weiss’ pale pretty ass.
Blake only continued, however, sucking Jaune deeper and deeper, as she paid no mind whether he saw what she was doing or not.
All she thought of at that point was dick invading her mouth.
It was big.
It was thick.
And it was hard in her mouth.
Blake could hardly be blamed for having the urge to choke on it.
“GLUGH! GLUCK! GLUCK!” She gagged as she bobbed her head up and down, taking the thing deeper and deeper every single time.
And so the sound of choking and moans filled the room as Jaune fulfilled his words to her and Weiss. Blake had his cock, while Weiss got her pussy licked.
It didn’t take long, however, for one of them to reach their limit.
“I’m cumming! Jaune, I’m cumming! I’M AGHHHHH!” Weiss screamed just as the door opened up.
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Jaune didn’t hear the door open, but he felt Pyrrha’s hand caress the back of his head as her voice entered his ears.
“Starting slow, I see. Were you waiting for me to join you?”
Obviously, he couldn’t answer with words, but he hummed in acknowledgement as he felt Weiss continue to convulse uncontrollably atop him.
“P-Pyrrhaaaah, he-help!” Weiss stuttered, her body continuing to shake as Jaune felt her wetness splash towards his face.
Contrary to her expectations, however, Pyrrha only laughed at her while his tongue continued to lick her lower lips up and down before trying to poke in as deep as he could.
The position wasn’t easy, but let’s just say that he and Pyrrha went a bit experimental during their time together in Argus that Jaune was confident that he could bring Weiss to new heights, both figuratively and literally.
He smiled at the joke, but he winced a bit as he felt Blake choker herself on his dick once again. His knees threatened to buckle at the pleasure shooting up his spine, but it was then and there, however, did he get an unexpected help from Pyrrha.
Her hands reached out to his hips, propping him to stop him from inadvertently failing and disappointing Blake and Weiss.
His eyes widened, however, when he felt Pyrrha’s hands travel lower towards his ass, her hand propping him upward as she suddenly knelt behind him.
“Don't worry Weiss. Just enjoy the warmup.” She said, and Jaune immediately knew what she was going to do next when she spread his ass cheeks apart.
“Y-You call this a warm-hyaaaa!” Weiss gasped, her eyes widening and her body straightening up as Jaune suddenly screamed into her pussy.
The reason for his scream?
Pyrrha stuck her tongue into his asshole.
Jaune couldn’t help it, his hips thrusted forward all on their own, stuffing Blake’s mouth with more of his cock and making her gag once again.
“Glugh!”
Not to be deterred, however, Blake only continued with her ministrations, employing a sucking and twisting motion to Jaune’s immense pleasure and frustration.
It was just becoming too much! Already, Jaune felt on the edge even as he tried to hold back.
And it all began because Pyrrha began licking his asshole.
It wasn’t the first time she did it, either.
Back in Argus, when they went a little bit too experimental, Jaune found out Pyrrha had the proclivity to play with his ass. Not because of any sadistic tendencies, but because they had found out that he always spurted out more cum whenever she did so.
He didn’t want to accept it, but the body reacted in strange ways to certain actions.
But Jaune drew the line on having something longer than her tongue inserted inside him.
Still, whether it was Pyrrha’s tongue or not, it wasn’t something his body accepted instinctively.
He tried to squirm away, but Pyrrha only kept a tight hold on him, her toned arms exerting themselves as she kept him still while her tongue made wild with his asshole.
Jaune bit his lips in frustration, uncaring that the action only elicited another gasp of surprise from Weiss.
With Weiss on his face, and Blake on his cock, things were already heavenly. Add Pyrrha who was servicing his ass, however, and it was too much pleasure that it bordered with the unbearable.
His whole body shook as he felt stretched to his limit, his feet extended itself up to his toes that threatened to curl.
Jaune, however, could only hold on for dear life as he felt his end come near.
“HNGG!” He grunted into Weiss’ pussy, his lips gently biting into her soft flesh as he tried to warn Blake.
But it was futile.
His end came when Pyrrha poked her tongue in as deep as she could while Blake took his cock in full. It was an amazing rush that traveled down his core, his whole body shook, quivering really as his sperm exploded into Blake’s mouth in a mighty rush.
“GLUGH!” Blake choked, but Jaune could do nothing else but listen as Pyrrha pushed him deeper from behind.
All he could do at that point was grunt into Weiss’ pussy as spurt after spurt of his cum shot into Blake’s mouth.
Relief, however, came when he felt Pyrrha finally pull back.
It had the unintended consequence, however, of Jaune stumbling backward into her as his knees began to fail him.
He felt his dick pop out of Blake’s mouth, but even then, droplets of his cum continued to come out while he started to fall backward.
Luckily for all of them, Pyrrha already expected it as she steadied herself for Jaune to lean on while her hands reached upward to support Weiss.
“Shhh, slowly now. Try to kneel down slowly.”
Jaune tried to follow her instructions, but he fell down a little too fast for his liking.
His knee hit the floor with a thud and felt Weiss shake on top of him. Thankfully, Pyrrha managed to take her weight and lift her over his shoulders.
And for the first time after a while, Jaune finally managed to see something other than the pleasurable darkness that Weiss pussy.
He stared as Blake knelt in front of him, panting and gasping as his cum overflowed from her mouth.
White beads of semen dripped down her chin and onto her bountiful breasts, despite doing her best to swallow them.
“Let’s take this to the bed, shall we?” Pyrrha smiled, her eyes twinkling in anticipation, even as Jaune sent her a shaky grin behind his shoulder.
“Let’s.”
Despite the body-shaking orgasm he just had, he was immediately ready at the sight of a naked Pyrrha holding Weiss in a princess carry.
“M-Me first.” Weiss mewled embarrassedly, looking at him shakily as she squirmed in Pyrrha’s arms.
“Are you sure you’re ready, Weiss? You just got off Jaune’s face.” Pyrrha blinked, her earlier seductive demeanor giving way to a worried one.
Weiss, however, only shook her head before a determined look crossed over her face.
“You’ve had him for months, Pyrrha. While Blake just had him to herself! It’s my turn, whether you want it or not.”
Pyrrha, however, only chuckled at that.
“It’s okay, Weiss. I’ll take the backseat for now, but perhaps you’d let me help you clean him up first?”
Jaune watched as their eyes turned towards his dick, still dripping with his cum and Blake’s saliva.
“...Yes.”
“Me too.” Blake panted before shaking her head to regain clarity. “He came in my mouth, it’s my responsibility to make sure he’s ready for you.”
Jaune could only gulp at that, a nervous but hysterical laugh coming out of his mouth as he watched three Huntresses-in-training stalk towards him.
“Ladies, can we talk about this?”
“Are you saying no?” Pyrrha raised an eyebrow, and Jaune had to concede she had a good point.
Three beautiful women were hungry for his cock, and he was going to say no?
He was a fool.
Perhaps it was only because he grew accustomed to having just Pyrrha every time that he felt like he got caught off-guard, but as he watched their hungry faces, Jaune couldn’t help but have his dick throb in anticipation.
“Please be gentle?” He relented with a shaky smile on his face.
Their answer, however, was a unanimous no.
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THE CHAPTER IS SO LONG ALREADY SO I'VE DECIDED TO DIVIDE IT INTO TWO PARTS.
P.S. 2nd Part will be posted tomorrow.
Comments
Eggroll 08
Very hott
micheal Anderson
I’m with Illa, Pyrrha with Fox ears would be both cute and sexy. MAKE IT HAPPEN COCO!
