Thanks so much for all of these great reviews, guys. This was the fastest I've racked up so many. So, guys, this is the last chapter. Post as many reviews as you can, I greatly enjoy them. And to that reviewer who wanted to know why this has an M rating? This is why XD

Pyrrha lifted him to his feet by his belt buckle. She was so very tired of these guessing games. She was so tired of his naïveté and his obsession with the heiress who'd so blatantly denied him at every opportunity. After months of daily practice, she'd show him just how much more she cared for him than Weiss ever could.

The red-head shoved the sore blond roughly against the nearest wall, the weathered bricks scraping at his chiseled back. With a flick of her wrist, his belt flew away from his waist. His eyes were wide with shock and confusion. Even now of all times he was still the same directionless clay in need of a goal.

"I'll give him one," she thought smugly. Pyrrha pulled his pants down, smirking as he tried in vain to cling to them. His underwear tore off his body like old rags. Jaune tried to cover himself up, but she slapped his hands away, taking hold of his length.

With an unwavering gaze into his deep blue eyes, she slowly ran her hand up and down his growing arousal. Within moments he grew in her hand, reaching a considerable length. She was impressed, to say the least, but she wouldn't let him see that. At least, not until she got what she wanted. His face was red, hands braced against the brick wall as he tried to steady himself.

Pyrrha was just as inexperienced as her partner- such extensive training at a young age forced her to limit her interactions with friends, attractive ones in particular. However that didn't deter her from letting instinct take its course. She'd thought about this moment for so long, fantasizing about every possibility. She was ready for this.

She let go for a moment, spitting in her open palm before she continued. He shuddered even more now, hips pressed against the wall as if he were trying to refrain from bucking deeper into her hand.

"Jaune. Relax. This won't be nearly as enjoyable if you're holding your breath the whole time."

"S-sorry… I've never-"

"Shh… neither have I. Doesn't mean I won't be good." She stroked him at a steady pace, biting her lip as she watched his chest rise and fall, his hips buck ever so softly towards her, into the warmth of her hand. She was curious how big he actually was, it seemed to take forever to get from the tip to the base and back again and her fingers barely touched as they wrapped around him. She imagined his broad hands pushing her down, wordlessly demanding her to please him with her mouth. One hand at her throat as he marked her neck with his teeth, his hips bucking against her as she squeezed him between her thighs, toes curled tight as she tried desperately to follow his commands and hold herself off from her release.

She'd mold him into that man if it killed her, but he was a student who learned by watching. By doing. It'd take time.

With a final stroke, she released him, teasing her fingertips over the head of his member. He was breathing heavily, face red with desire. "P-Pyrrha…?"

"Be a gentleman, Jaune. Ladies first."

"R-Really?" His eyes lit up and she had to stop herself from smiling. She leaned against the wall as Jaune kissed her. Sloppy and inexperienced, it was still amazingly sweet. She ran her fingers through his shaggy hair, tugging him whenever his kiss got too out of hand, petting him the more he got it right. He learned quickly, nibbling at her bottom lip, nearly making her melt in his strong arms. She held her posture though, not yet ready to give up the reins.

Slowly, Pyrrha pushed the blond down by his shoulders. She shivered as he kissed a trail down her chest and stomach. Taking hold of him by his dandelion mop, she directed him towards the crook of her thighs. He slowly lifted her skirt up before looking up into her emerald eyes. She pulled him in, lips against labia and watched him take his first few tentative, exploratory licks. Shivering, she clutched at his hair, pushing and pulling his head, directing him to the most sensitive of spots.

The pleasure was incredible as his long, smooth, warm tongue tentatively slid it's way between her folds. They were already warm and ready for him and any form of pleasure, but Jaune offered a terrific blend of care and enthusiasm. It was obvious he was trying his best to please her, and the delicious sensations sent shivers of pleasure down her spine. She was buzzing with excitement and her legs shuddered, suddenly straining to keep her on her toes. Pyrrha sighed softly, gripping Jaune's hair even tighter as he explored her body. His hands gripped her thick thighs, fingertips gripping just as tightly to them. The sensations felt amazing, but they weren't enough to give her the release she craved from him.

"It's called a clitoris and it's right here- holy Dust…" She gasped, hips shuddering as she held him close, not allowing him a moment to pull away. "Deeper. Deeper. To the left. Your left. A little m- ooooh." She whined as he finally found her g-spot with his fingers, licking at the small bundle of nerves gently with the flat of his tongue. "Don't stop licking! Jaune- oh Dust Jaune don't stop!"

Pyrrha kept him down there long enough she could've sworn he'd grown gills. He suckled at her warmth, dousing the heat that'd grown so irritating over the last few months with his tongue. She moaned into the night sky, riding his face. He swirled his fingers, licked at her bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue, slowly driving her mad as she bucked against him.

"Oh, dust Jaune… Jaune~" She moaned his name one last time, ecstasy running down his mouth and chin as she finished. Even after she released his straw hair, the poor boy kept going still not yet having understood what he'd done. She didn't mind. She'd let him bring her over that peak.

Again.