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Chapter 8

Royal Flush

Yang hadn't been wrong.

Weiss hadn't been cold.

At the time, she had still been riding the aftershocks of her orgasm. Yelling at them to separate themselves and go to bed in a dreadful attempt to hide what she was really feeling. Embarrassed by what she had been caught thoughtlessly doing while watching from the sidelines.

Then, in the dark, she had lost herself in another fantasy. Thinking of the secret she had learned. Of the kiss she'd been given. Imagining Jaune cuddling with her. Imagining it becoming more…

Her shivering had nothing to do with the cold.

When fantasy started becoming reality; she had savored it.

But just as it was reaching the climax, she had gotten scared.

She had chickened out. Refused to take the chance. And he'd finished in her hands.

This must have been divine punishment.

It was happening again.

Yang had taken control and stolen Jaune's first.

Weiss was furious with herself.

It should have been her.

She should have just let him in. Let him sink deep within her.

They had been so close.

So very, very close!

Now, while watching Yang steal him away, she simply lay there, attempted to find her own end. Trapped once again on the sidelines while Yang had him. His hips rising to meet her as they made love. The sounds escaping them building as they approached their end.

But she couldn't find it.

Despite teasing all her sweet spots. All her weaknesses. Letting her digits sink agonizingly deep. Yet she could still feel the pleasure ebbing away. Her furious fingers merely delaying the inevitable.

She wanted Jaune.

Needed him.

She watched as Yang pulled away from their long kiss. Moaning from the sweet pleasure that Jaune delivered from beneath her. She had caught the flickering motion of his powerful, lustfully lashing, talented tongue…

And suddenly she was moving.

Crawling across the tarp towards him. Pushing her leotard the rest of the way down her bare thighs. Then away as she forced her mouth to Jaune's.

Her hands holding his wet face still, as her tongue dived into him. He didn't resist, only hesitating for a moment before responding to her desire. They struggled against one another. Jaune weakened quickly and Weiss found herself leading fiercely, sloppily. She just wanted to taste him. To feel him tasting her.

She wanted him to taste her…

"I'm not done with you." She whispered as she pulled away from his surprised blue eyes.

Swinging a leg around, she mounted him. Her hands on his chest, her legs splayed wide, her naked lips quivering as she waited for him to take the hint.

He took everything.

It was firm and wet and soft and rough all at once. It spread her wide and with a single stroke, the feeling in her legs was gone immediately. The pure uninhibited pleasure, the lighting, coursed through her. Down both of her legs, making them spasm. Deep into her core and then, like a rocket, shot straight up her spine.

She almost collapsed. The heels of her hands pressing hard into his firm pectorals as she tried to keep herself steady. Her legs involuntarily raising her away from his wanting mouth as the pleasure became too much for her to handle.

But Jaune was already addicted. One of his hands came off Yang's waist and grabbed the Heiress' hip, pulling her back down into the range of his mouth. Her legs were too numb and weak to resist.

He had, once again, forgotten about Weiss. It weighed on him in a way he could even explain to himself. But now she was here, and they were fulfilling fantasies he didn't even know he had.

She was everything he could want. Intelligent, strong, fierce. She was her own person and she'd made herself that way. Something he was still aspiring too. The way she moved was tantalizing, graceful; be it in combat or just the way her hips moved as she walked. Her stern look was deadly, but her rare smile was art in its most beautiful form. He wanted to make that smile his.

Then there was her voice, like the very air she breathed was music and she simply gave it life.

Weiss cried out as his tongue set to taste her nectar again. Her voice high and tight as she spasmed above him. Music.

Her juices flowing so heavily that they dripped down her thighs and onto his face. Her lower lips parting easily as her taste flooded his mouth.

He wanted to make her cry out more. To dig his tongue deeper and not let a drop of her go to waste.

But Yang was merciless. Her soft bottom landing hard on his thighs as she sunk back down on his member. Rotating in small circles before retreating. His hips responding by driving up into her. The pleasure of her tight relentless walls milking him in a way that made him want to surrender everything. He was getting close. Weiss's participation had shocked him enough to slow but not stop his impending orgasm.

Weiss would have preferred a better view. The buxom blonde bouncing hastily was not doing it for her. But Jaune was making an excellent effort at taking her mind off that.

In fact, after a few heavy strokes of his hungry tongue, Weiss was struggling to remember who she was.

Her fingers digging into his taut muscular body as she struggled to hold herself upright. Trying to distract herself with the feel of him. Committing every curve and edge to memory. Feeling his thick fingers digging into her soft hip, holding her to him.

She wanted more.

Yang was angry. Weiss was interfering again.

But as Jaunes hips rose into her, suddenly, she didn't care.

She did not care.

Right now, he was hers.

Sheathed so deep inside her. In a place her fingers would never be able to reach.

Every nub, and fold, and crease that touched him came alight like little wildfires. They spiraled and grew and came together to consume her already fleeting sanity. When all of them finally met in her core; she shuttered and cried out incoherently, her mind a mad scramble as lightning coursed through her veins.

An orgasm that nearly caused her to topple completely off of him. She fell backward, catching herself and then struggling to recover as Jaune continued his relentless assault.

She needed a moment. Just a moment. To recover. But Weiss was blocking his view, and she could barely hold herself up, let alone signal him to slow down. Her voice wasn't working, every attempt at a word coming out as a delirious moan or pleasured cry.

Suddenly both of his hands were on her wide hips. His fingers digging deep and holding tight. His arms flexing as he pulled her down onto him completely. She could still feel him moving, hard quick thrusts from below. Then she felt something more.

She started shaking as her core temperature shot up. A fresh warm feeling filled her as she realized what was happening. Jaune's cock was twitching and throbbing hard and fast. His short thrusts driving his seed straight up into her womb. Jaune was having his own orgasm.

He was cumming inside her.

Yang was enamored. The way he held her. Clinging to her painfully with a primal need. Thrusting all the way inside, as deep as he could get. Spilling forth his pleasure remorselessly.

He was claiming her.

And she wanted him to.

Everything was suddenly still. Yang finally adjusted herself, so she didn't feel like she was about to fall off him. Then she let herself relax. Her eyes closed, and her neck lulled backward. Her arms the only thing preventing her from falling backward. She could still feel him tucked into her and was almost tempted to move a little and start the process all over again.

But for the moment she was blissfully satisfied. Her lust slaked.

Her breaths and heart were returning to a manageable rhythm as she let the afterglow wash over her.

Jaune's focus lulled for a few moments as he pressed up into Yang. Weiss could feel herself pouting but knew that they were both too far gone to care. She focused instead on the brief time she had to recover from the blond boy's talented tongue.

And brief it was.

She felt his lips pulling at her. His touch gentle and slow, his rushed fervor lost with his orgasm. Sucking at her skin and pulling away her juices from around her labia. Tasting her. Then his tongue returned to her. Hungrier and more determined than before.

His attention now solely on her.

His tongue seemed to know its way around her nether region. Circling her clit gently, not applying any pressure but touching it lightly as he studied the shape of her sensitive nub. He marveled at the way her legs shook and liquid seemed to squelch out of her. Her beautiful flower engorged and glowing a bright pink in front of him.

Her soft bottom was within sight and his hands were quick to find their way there. He pulled and squeezed her ample flesh. Feeling her body shiver and shake. Feeling how she quivered as his tongue graced her lower lips. He kissed them gently and listened to her gasp. Then ran his tongue into her folds to hear her moan. Finally plunging his muscle deep within her as she cried out for him to stop, even as she ground herself onto him.

Yang pulled off. Feeling out of place watching Weiss enjoy Jaune's talented mouth while she basked in the afterglow. She needed to create some space.

Lifting herself enough for Jaune to slip messily out. His seed spilled out of her; across his member and groin as Yang sighed in satisfaction. Yang was amazed at the amount, knowing that there was still so much trapped inside her.

Weiss was mesmerized by the amount of seed spilling from the blonde. The heavy scent of it wafting as she was drawn slowly in for a better look in the dim dark. Her body slowly laying itself down on his body, giving her arms a chance to relax, no longer having to hold herself up.

Her mind wandered to the little sample she'd tried after he'd cum on her palm.

She hadn't thought she would ever want to taste it again.

Her tongue ran across the slowly softening member, tasting what had been spilled out. Lapping and slurping, unladylike, at the mess of his semen as if it were a delicious dessert. Her hands were there too, gently moving the sensitive member out of her way as she licked and sucked at Jaune's groin. Her fingers gently gathering the slick mess as it tried to flow away along the shape of his hips.

There was a bead of white forming out the head of his cock. The whole member was still slick with juices.

But this was fresh, flowing directly from the source.

She licked her lips briefly, swallowing hard as she moved.

Then it was in her mouth.

Not just the fresh taste of him, but the whole head of his cock was pressing her jaw a little wider.

Jaune thrust a little. Weiss's soft lips drawing new pleasure from his lower body. She took it in, and as his hips relaxed it slid almost all the way out.

But Wiess wasn't done. She pressed forward, engulfing the shaft and letting the head slid along her velvet tongue. Wanting to taste more of it. Feeling every inch as the blood pumped it back to full size. Humming happily, Weiss sent pleasurable vibrations through him.

Jaune moaned with delight and thrust instinctually deeper into Weiss' throat. She gaged, sitting back and pulling off his member.

"Don't stop." He groaned, the pleasure already ebbing in the cold air.

Down again she went. Realizing as she did that Jaune had stopped working on her. While one hand held him steady, the other slid between them instinctually. Fingers finding her button and circling it gently. Her slick and his spit providing plenty of lubricant as she worked herself.

Jaune was enthralled. Watching as his angel did the devil's work. Her fingers doing all the things he wanted to. Staring before suddenly realizing he didn't need to just watch.

His fingers dug into her flesh, pulling himself into her. Blinded by her flesh as he buried himself against her, he used his tongue to feel his way along. Flowing along her digging fingers. Sucking the slick digits into his mouth. Enjoying her flavor as he returned to the source of her sweet juices. Gliding and scrapping with his tongue as he tried to return the pleasure she was giving him.

Weiss could feel Jaune getting harder. Felt herself getting wetter as he worshipped her.

His small motions as he gently humped up between her lips suddenly becoming more sporadic as she felt his muscles tensing. His want rising. She thought he might cum after a few harsher plunges into her oral cavity. But instead, he slowed again and Weiss realized he was holding himself back.

Hands continuing to squeeze at her bountiful hips. Feeling the tight, elastic flesh that held her perfect shape. Fingers digging into the soft round skin of her bum that was, in its way, as enjoyable to touch as Yang's chest.

"Jaune," A sharp whispered moan escaped into the dark.

Weiss' lips had pulled away, his taste lingering.

"Jaune," Weiss tried again, her voice soft and high as he continued tasting between her legs.

She pushed her knees together. Forcing her body to respond, to move. Her hips raising away. His hands trying to hold her close.

"Jaune," She gasped as the space between let a chill caress her sensitive wet lips. "I want more."

Jaune was confused. She wanted more but was pulling away. He wanted more too. Wondering what her orgasm would taste like. How she would quiver and spasm.

She moved off of him, back to where they had been cuddling before. Laying on her back. Breathing hard as she let herself stretch out. Pale skin glistening with sweat and pleasure, shivering in the cool air.

"I'm cold," She whispered, extending her arms towards the blond boy. Hands reaching for him.

He responded without thinking. Moving close, stretching out along her body to keep her warm.

She spread her legs slightly, letting him relax between them as their bodies came together. His hips grinding against her hard and relentless. Her chest and hands pressing softly up into his chest as he relaxed a portion of his weight onto her.

"Weiss," Jaune's voice was much too steady for the way his heart was pounding. "Are we…?"

Weiss' was too flush for a blush to show, turning her head to avoid his eyes. Yet she couldn't escape his gaze. "Just… be gentle."

Jaune was too excited. His blood boiling as he lay there against the woman from his every fantasy. He let his mouth find the crook of her neck, sucking far too hard, he knew. Kissing his way up to the back of her jaw, feeling her pulse pounding against his lips. Breathing in the scent of her soft warm skin. Her hair tickling his nose with her shampoo.

He wanted to thrust and pound, and crash against her.

Into her.

The way he had with Yang.

But he didn't want to hurt her.

Slowing his breathing. Fighting against his desires. Trying to rein himself in as he stilled his hips.

Starting slow, humping gradually, letting his cock delicately press and grind along the length of her lips. Their wetness coating them as they moved against each other. Fleeing her body relax as she readied herself for more.

Jaune kissed her. Her eyes, closed as they focused on his touch between her legs, shot open in surprise. It was gentle and slow. His lips pulling and sucking as if it were their first kiss all over again. His hand holding her firmly, safely guiding her as he pressed into her. His tongue teasing before it pressed into her.

Something poked her.

Missing the mark by millimeters as his hips pressed the tip against her lips. He tried again, adding a little more force. It pressed hard into her before slipping up towards her belly.

"Let me," She spoke into his mouth.

Her hand moving between them. Fingers gently grasping around his length as she aimed him forward. Towards her very core.

She sighed, not entirely sure she was ready.

But this was what she wanted.

She looked at him and nodded.

His whole body move. Shifting agonizingly slow up against her skin. Gliding against her touch as the tip pressed between her legs. The head passing through her labia and into her delicate center.

He was holding her steady. One hand on her hip and the other on the back of her head. Watching her intently the entire time. Waiting for any expression, a squint, a crinkle in her nose, the twitch of a frown. Anything that might tell him he was hurting her.

He pressed forward, feeling her tightness give as it glided against his cockhead. Feeling her lips parting as he pressed and pressed and…

"Ow." Weiss gasped.

Jaune froze.

Weiss looked at him. A smile forming as the tight pain settled between her legs. It had just stung for a moment before dulling, the pain remaining but quickly overcome by pleasure. The girth of him pressing her wider than she had expected.

"I'm fine." She reassured him. Her hands both finding space on his lower back as she pulled at him. Bidding him to keep moving. "You're just… big."

Jaune sighed, releasing the breath he was holding. Relaxing.

"You're really tight." He pressed his head down into the crook of her neck again, kissing her. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You're not." She whispered into his ear. Nibbling at it with her lips as she felt his lips spark along her shoulder. "I want this."

He started moving again. Sinking slowly down. Weiss' hands urging him as she tried to slowly press herself up against him.

She didn't know what it was like for him. But he was moving far to slow for her. He was pushing carefully, she knew.

It was tight. Every inch of her squeezing against him as he pressed into her. Filling her. Running against every nerve and fiber as they burst with electricity; shuddered through her legs. But it needed to be deeper. She wanted it to touch all of her. To fill her until she could feel his weight crushing into her.

And suddenly it was.

Their hips butting up against each other as he finished sheathing himself completely inside her. Her clit trapped between them. The sudden pressure shaking a whimper out of her.

"Are you ok?" Jaune's quiet voice concerned.

"Shut up." She gasped, her voice sharp. Her fingers digging into his ass as she pulled at him. "Fuck me."

It came out as a curse. The pleasure and realization of the loss of her virginity burning inside her.

Jaune took it as instructions.

His hips pulled out slightly. Causing Weiss to whine at the loss. Before gasping at him, thrusting back into her. His hips repeating the action without his instruction.

"Oh, Weiss!" His voice loud in the small space. "Oh, goddess! You're amazing."

She squeezed tight around him. Not by choice, her body simply responding for her as she lay there enjoying the weight of her lover dropping onto her. Her legs spread wide to accommodate him and her knees drawn up so she could feel him sinking deeper.

Lighting darting through her and fire built in her belly. Weiss was already running hot and still, the flames grew. Her breaths coming hard and short and he pressed into her. The pleasure and his thrusts driving the air out of her. Her hands holding tightly to wherever they could find a hold.

Every other thrust seemed to press down in just the right way. Crushing her sensitive bead between them. His weight pressing it up into her soft skin and rubbing…

She gasped. All the air escaping her. She was cumming.

"Stop," she groaned, pressing against him. Pleasure threatening to undo her. "Sto…"

A moan ripped out of her, encouraging Jaune on. His thrusts coming faster and faster. Climbing in speed and power as his pleasure rose.

"I'm going to..." He gasped at her, breathing hard. "Weiss, I'm gonna…"

Something screamed in the back of Weiss's mind.

Her body was oversensitive. Her orgasm still rolling through her. Lightning coursing up her spine repeatedly. The nerves between her legs overstimulated to be almost painful.

But Jaune was close. He was close to orgasm. He was going to cum for her. Because of her.

Would he feel this good too?

His hips pressed into her and his body went still and she locked her legs around him, trying to hold him still now that he'd stopped. Short, involuntary thrusts butting against her as it throbbed and twitched inside her. She was warm under his heavyweight, his arms pulling at her. Fingers digging as he slowly finished.

He sighed deep against her neck, the warm breath tickling her ear. "It won't… I can't stop."

He thrust against her again. And stilled once more. "I want to keep going."

Weiss ran her nails up and down his firm back muscles. Content, but still enjoying his attempts to start again. Each trial thrust was weaker than that last, but they all brought a lingering pleasure that reminded her of what they had just done.

"That's enough," turning her head, she whispered into his ear. Laying kisses against his cheek and jawbone. "Did I feel good?"

He thrust at her harder in response. After a few tries, his spent member, soft, slipped out of her. She could feel something follow it out, running down her bottom.

Weiss clenched her muscles, trying to prevent it from spilling out. At first, because she wanted to keep it inside. Then because she didn't want to make a mess.

"Weiss," Jaune gasped raising his head to take a few, gloriously cool, deep breaths. "Weiss, you felt amazing. I didn't want to stop."

She giggled, turning her head away to catch her breath. And to avoid letting him see how much she enjoyed the praise.

"Not that you aren't… really warm." She spoke gently after a long moment. "And comfortable. You're just a little heavy."

She felt his muscles tense, the weight on her lessening.

"I'm sorry." He responded quickly as he pushed himself up. His legs and arms preventing him from going far.

She turned to smile up at him. Watching the sweat sparkle against his skin. Her hands moving to wipe the worst of it away as she let herself pull him back in for a kiss.

"We should probably get some sleep." Yang interrupted.

Weiss, felt Jaune try to pull away. She refused.

Wrapping her arms completely around him she pulled his weight back down onto her. Pressing deeper into his lips. Adding her tongue.

It was sloppy. But Jaune relented and let her have her way with him.

When she finally let him go, he rolled gently off of her. His hands directing her to turn onto her side. Then he cuddled up into her back, the way he had before but with fewer clothes. Wrapping her warmly in his big arms. Pulling her tightly against his chest.

Jaune felt cool skin against his back. A hand running down along his bicep. Legs pressing up from behind his knees. Breasts squishing against him as hot lips kissed the back of his shoulders. Greedily moving up to the base of his neck.

"Mmm." Yang cooed, her hands finding their way between the other two. Much to Weiss's annoyance. "Me too."

"Get off of him, you harpy." Weiss spat.

"No."

"Girls. Please…"

They both shut up.

Nestling in with him between them.

Comfortable.

Warm.

Satisfied.

Thank you for sticking around.

I am sorry this took so long. For me, the story has been done in my head since last Christmas. I just took forever to write it out. Still, I am unsatisfied with this and will revisit it when I edit the whole thing. Hopefully sooner than it took me to release it.

Originally, I had planned to have the Epilogue done for today as well. But that is taking longer than expected. It will hopefully be out for New Years.

Please review or PM me if you get the chance.

I have been working on other projects and I hope to have them done soon. I kinda, tentatively, plan on releasing a story or chapter at least 1/month in the coming year. But that's my New Year Resolution and I don't have a good record for those. We'll see I suppose.

Again, Thank you.