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“Hmmph, Vale…” Roana huffed as she lounged on the common room couch, fingers tapping on the backrest in an irritated manner.
Vale had been a disappointment so far. Or maybe it was just Beacon that was disappointing her at the moment. Growing up the scion of House Flamenco she was raised on stories of Vale, the kingdom of Knights and Chevaliers. A land of chivalry, nobility, and honor.
Now that she was enrolled at Beacon, she was beginning to think they were a load of tripe. Every male at Beacon seemed to fall into one of two categories, muscle headed neanderthals like the Palette triplets or utter backwater hicks like her team leader. As well meaning and diligent as Corbyn Blue may be, he was unashamedly a sheep farmer’s son and completely unfit to romance a woman of high breeding such as herself.
And speaking of hicks…
“Hey there!” Jaune Arc made himself known with his obnoxiously scratchy voice as he grabbed a box of cereal from a cabinet.
“You…” Roana shot the towhead boy a glare.
“Me…?” Arc drawled back as he shifted nervously.
“Si you!” Roana snapped back, exploding off the couch. “I’m tired of you flaunting your wannabe knight schtick!”
“Wannabe-”
“Si, wannabe!” Roana jammed her finger against Jaune’s breastplate. “Pretender! Fake!” Each punctuation making the boy grow paler and shrink back. “It’s painfully obvious you were raised in a farmhouse by peasants!”
“Hey! I take offense to that!” Arc finally stood up for himself, stepping forward. “I am from a family of knights. We even still have an estate left. I can prove it.”
“Ohoho?!” Roana hid her giggling behind the blades of her fan, Celestine, as she took a step back. “If the name Arc has a drop of noble blood in it, then I am a breeding sow!”
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“Si! Si! Si! SI! SI!” Roana mewls in delirium as she feels her Prince’s noble fuckrod repeatedly slam against her womb. All doubt and hesitancy that she was destined to bear the next generation of the Arc bloodline within her are now smashed upon her new lord and husband’s magnificent lance as her ankles bounced beside her ears.
“Tu aimes ça, n'est-ce pas?” Her prince growled huskily in her ear. “Aimes-tu que tu m'appartiennes?”
“¡Sí! ¡Sí! ¡Soy tu pequeña cerda!” She squealed like the little piggy she was, drunk off this perfectly majestic Valean cock ramming viscously into her fuck channel. Her nails digging into her paramore’s shoulder as she clung to him in the chaos.
“Presque!” Jaune grunted as he released his iron grip on her legs before grabbing her wide meaty hips and slamming deeper into her cunt than even before. “J'ai presque fini!”
“¡Déjame embarazada! ¡Déjame embarazada! ¡Déjame embarazada!” Roana howled, wrapping her now free legs around Jaune’s waist, refusing to give him any option but to totally impregnate her. Her inner walls coiling greedily around her amor’s cock as it suddenly explodes thick hot ropes of life creating spunk deep within her.
“Ah, Vale…” Roana cooed as she clung tightly around her soulmate’s body, tingling with excitement at the idea of the child that would combine their two historic bloodlines into one… Well, then again… Why only hope for one?