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She was the firstborn, the eldest daughter of the Schnee family, a name that meant “Atlas,” and so she had been given another name that stood for her Kingdom.
Winter.
Atlas was a cold land, a bone cold land. Only Atlesians truly understood what that meant, how the cold was not just fierce, but deep. The howling wind sheared off everything that wasn't essential, but what “cold” really meant was the stretch of short days and long nights that let the cold settle into your depths, a cold that lingered even as the winter broke. It transformed the people who lived in it, and even as wealth and technology changed the Kingdom, it was customary to still go out into the wilds, build a quinzhee, and go ice fishing at least once in your lifetime. Even her father, a man who had done very little to earn Winter's respect, had gone from his luxurious lodge to spend a night sheltered only by the snow. You had to understand the cold to truly be Atlesian.
The cold taught discipline. Taught you to conserve your energy, taught you to stay awake rather than to give in to what the cold tried to sap away. Even when it was warm, you knew the cold was coming and that you needed to prepare. Those who fiddled while the sun shined did not survive the winter; those who wasted their energy on complaints found death as their only companion. They were a purposeful people, not soulless robots, not a heartless legion, but a people set apart by the land that made them.
But sun-dappled Vale, its vineyards rich with sweetness and its gently rolling hills creating a picturesque landscape taught none of those lessons. It seduced its people, made them soft and frivolous, putting their time to wine and love songs, becoming weak… or at least, that was what Winter always assumed was the way of things. She reminded herself that Vale had produced many great warriors, though always with an asterisk in her mind, silently chiding them for their wastefulness and how much more they could become from the lessons of the cold. What she’d never realized, though, was that just as a stern land made stern people, the people of the seductive valleys of Vale became seductive themselves.
She bit her lip. This wasn’t supposed to happen. None of this. But here she was, in her Guest Quarters at Haven, here for the Vytal, but doing something… beneath her responsibilities! Seated on a chair, legs spread, a man between them, doing… unspeakable things to her because he… he was just… far too charming for her to resist!
Even now, she was trying to not let his... his tongue just… do things to her! Not just to her body—the feeling between her legs told her she had already lost—but her essential self. She tried to steel her character, remember the discipline that made her meteoric rise possible. But just as she had done so many times already, she could feel her icy discipline melting before the Valean summer.
She had run into him in the hallway. General Ironwood had entrusted her to supervise the Atlesian Delegation to Vytal XLI, so she had been shepherding some students back to Atlas's rooms. She'd run into him chatting with two of her students, Neon Katt—who she knew to keep an eye on—and Ciel Soleil—who was not usually someone Winter had to fetch back to the dorms. Either way, she knew he was trouble. He had been on the winning team for last year's Amity Cup, but while normally she'd simply assume that her students were doing necessary information gathering via subterfuge, she knew this young man as a friend of her sister. And Winter did not care for this young man.
Ushering away her students, she had thought to give him a piece of her mind, only to find no argument in him. He had apologized and made to leave, an obvious trick Winter wasn't about to fall for, but when she demanded he explain what his intentions were with her students, his answers were somehow so… genuine as he insisted he only wanted to catch up with friends he’d made in the last Vytal… it was a lie, it had to be a lie, but his tongue, his damnable, st-stupid tongue…
Winter tried not to whimper, but that… damnable, stupid tongue seemed determined to force it out of her. No, not determined. Certain. Looking down at him between her thighs, his attention was entirely on her… her private parts, but she swore she could see a smile on his face. He was… he was toying with her, her resistance just an amusement as he probed her most secret areas. He’d always been toying with her, knowing that she would inevitably fall before him. She didn't know how else to explain how he managed to talk her into dinner other than that she'd demanded he join her for dinner so she could ask him further questions. But she found asking questions impossible when he started… talking about wine. So… passionate, and that accent… he looked into her eyes and asked her what she tasted in her drink and she could only wish it had been drugged from how her head started swimming. Next thing she knew, dinner was over and she was back at her room… with him.
How did he trick her into demanding that he come back to her room? She didn't understand what was happening, if he had a Semblance that made her kiss him, but she had extensive training to resist aura and chemical efforts to alter her thinking: she had no training against a master of seduction.
The kiss had been incomprehensible to her, how she was kissing him, hard, against the door, and yet, it felt like he was the one in control. She had been panting with need as she pressed her lips into his in a crude, artless display of lust, while he simply turned it against her, then kissed her back until she swooned, stumbling backwards into the chair she was still seated in, her legs spreading for him, surrendering her virtue utterly, and yet, rather than ravish her as his so many of his ancestors had done to Atlesian virtue in the past, he proved to be even crueler than the worst of his blood.
He knelt before her, trailing kisses down her body as Winter’s eyes simply rolled in their sockets, her mind, usually an unassailable fortress, was in full meltdown. And then he pulled away her panties and revealed…
It was a dirty place. A shameful… weakness. A place best not thought of, but he’d pulled down her panties before she could stop him and told her how beautiful it was and made the very prospect of stopping him impossible. He could see how… dirty she was, but he knew. He knew even before dinner that Winter was an easy target, how even her iron discipline was struggling to sit still when her thighs were begging to be rubbed together, just to vent some of the heat down there! He’d conversed with the sommelier about the wine list, his voice twisting up her mind, and when the distinguished gentleman said “Excellent choice, sir,” Winter had nearly moaned. Of course she took him back to her room after that. The dinnertime conversation about the Valean countryside was just a way to remind her that she wasn’t in control here.
But that was only a glimpse of what the fiend’s tongue could do.
She grasped the armrests of her seat, fingers digging into the cushion. Right now, he was murmuring such… lovely things about something Winter had known should never be seen by anyone but her spouse, commenting in Old Valean that she could not translate in her current state, but she knew it was beautiful! Just the vibrations alone on her sensitive netherlips… and his tongue plumbed her folds, artfully, dexterously finding where she was vulnerable and teaching Winter that it was everywhere. Proper Atlesian women did not allow themselves to be caught in this state; wily Valean men taught them why.
Because he was doing more things to her than just giving her pleasure. His tongue orbited her clitoris, teasing, taunting Winter what would happen when he went for her sensitive little button, already throbbing with need. He’d go for it and she’d be… she’d be lost forever. Her mind given over to lust, a captive of her own uncontrollable desires, her future bound only to him, desperate for another hit of pleasure.
She tore her eyes away from him, but when she looked at her arm, she half imagined she saw ink spreading across it, like he could conjure a sleeve of tattoos as a mark upon her. Maybe he could. His tongue was performing some sort of dark magic upon her, swirling and twisting within her and doing the very same to her soul. Twisting and swirling, caught up in his spell as Winter realized how powerless she was. He was making her into his woman, if not body, then definitely in her heart. He hadn’t seemed particularly remarkable when she’d first seen him, but now, just the sight of his blond hair between her thighs made her heart leap, his face now appeared in her mind like a chiseled god, his voice booming in her memories, a man amongst men that she’d been too foolish to recognize, silly girl that she was.
Time slowed down. His tongue pulled back and her body immediately recoiled from its absence, but her rational mind told her that now, he was moving in for the strike. The killing blow, the Schwerpunkt of this moment. If she didn’t stop him, she was truly lost, but perhaps…
Perhaps it was already too late.
This was showtime. This was real. Weiss had come to Mistral for Vytal 41, determined to make a mark on the world's stage and show that her performance two years ago had not been a fluke. And now, she was seeing the fruits of her labors pay off, but only if she could succeed in this arena! The real arena, the one that mattered more than anything!
Winter wanted to meet with her.
Privately.
Weiss hadn't expected a message from her sister. Things were… tense within her family, even by the usual standards of things. Especially related to the Vytal Festival after everything that went down at the last one. But even three years into her time at Beacon, a place where Weiss had really come into her own as an independent woman, defined by herself, not her name, she still couldn’t deny that her sister’s view of her meant everything. She wanted Winter’s respect, but… more than that, she simply wanted Winter’s acknowledgement. The recognition between them that they were both accomplished in their respective pursuits, and receiving a formal calendar request to schedule a meeting to discuss “confidential and personal matters,” that was… everything!
She almost skipped on her way to Winter’s room, then remembered that she absolutely should not do that and straightened her some and stepped carefully to the door to Winter's room.
Her room. Not a reserved meeting space! Weiss tried to remind herself that she had a very respectable career already as a Huntress and had personally bested world-famous assassin Mercury Black in a duel last year. She was a capable, accomplished Huntress. She had nothing to fear.
Winter opened the door and they made pleasant small talk, polite inquiries about how the Vytal had been going so far, an offer to pour her a cup of tea… but Weiss well knew the covert language that defined Atlesian talk. At Beacon, she'd gotten used to big personalities like Yang and Coco, who spoke what they felt as soon as they felt it. But in her homeland, that just… wasn’t done. And even if she had been living in Vale for three years, she still knew how to read between the lines and see what was hidden beneath her carefully controlled face.
Which was to say, Weiss knew that this was bad.
She'd seen an eye twitch. A lip tremble. A half moment where her voice had trailed off mid sentence. Had this been Ruby, she'd have been openly in tears! And Weiss… Weiss had never seen her sister like this. She took a sip of her tea, paused for a moment, and then said what this conversation was really about.
“Sister,” she began, “when you first announced that you would be going to Beacon, I knew… I knew you were taking your own path. More than I ever did. I defied Father, but you… you left our homeland. Our traditions. Embraced a world that I never could, and you… you have thrived in Vale.”
Was… was this the moment? The moment Weiss had been waiting for for her entire life? The moment when her sister saw her as an adult and said she respected her? WAS THAT HAPPENING RIGHT NOW?
“I remember when Mother first told me you had chosen to travel abroad. I didn't understand it, not really, but I knew… you had to carve your own path. Just like I had. You chose Beacon and Vale, and I resolved to respect your choice and your… alternative lifestyle.”
…
Wait, what?
“But now I find myself… on the same path you've chosen. Weiss, I met a man last night and he did things to me, things… I'd never imagined, things so debauched and impure that… are surely only a taste of the orgies and perversities you experience on a daily basis, but a taste… was enough to ruin my purity forever, sister.”
Weiss was far too shocked to say anything that might interrupt her, might stop her from saying… the most shocking things she had ever heard anyone say. Much less Winter!
So Winter kept talking.
“I don’t understand how he did it, I don’t understand the sorcery he worked, but… Sister, you know this world! Rooming with two Valeans, sisters even! The things you must have done with the Faunus girl alone, I cannot… I cannot imagine. But I must imagine them. Because now I… I find myself in your shoes, and I desperately need your help understanding my footing.”
…
All objections forgotten! Entirely! Nothing strange at all in what Winter was saying because Winter was saying she needed Weiss's help! So of course Weiss knew all sorts of things about orgies and decadent acts and she had absolutely done things with her team! Winter needed her to have done so, so simply put…
“Of course!” Weiss said brightly, “At Beacon, orgies are just, ha… you just don't even notice them, they're so common! And my team, we're- we're always doing those sorts of things! Why just this morning we… oh, I could ramble on forever if I don’t stop myself. S-so ask away, I'll tell you everything you need to know!”
Weiss had no idea what she was saying, but the hopeful look on Winter's face—openly hopeful! She'd never seen that before!—meant too much for Weiss to do anything but keep saying it.
“So you know… the- the thing a man can do with his tongue, the…”
Her voice dropped to a low, hushed whisper.
“Cunnilingus?”
Weiss blinked, trying to figure out how to answer that question in the way Winter was clearly hoping she could.
“Cunnilingus?” she just repeated, blankly.
Winter blushed. “Oh, of course, in Vale, you must have so many more terms for it, so many more… vivid terms,” she said with a shiver that… Weiss couldn't place, “It was… He… he put his lips on my… private parts. And stuck his… his tongue inside me until I…”
“Oh, y-yes, that,” Weiss said, desperately trying to think of something natural to say in response to it, “Yang calls it… eating pussy.”
Winter exhaled, like she was struggling to take in what Weiss had just said in desperation to think of something to say and… naturally… Yang’s voice was always the loudest thing in Weiss’s mind, especially when she did not need it to be. But then Winter leaned forward and asked, with great urgency:
“And she's done it to you?”
“Oh, yes, all the time,” Weiss reflexively answered, absolutely not thinking about what she was saying, then added, “Yang’s… ha, I can’t even stop her, it’s, you know, just how we do things in Vale! Yang and Ruby… my whole team, really. They're all very different, hard to choose who's my favorite, you know, impossible to… choose.”
What was she saying? What was she saying? But Winter gave her a soft, warm, admiring look that told Weiss that she just had to keep talking!
“You’re strong, Weiss, I always knew you were strong… but I never realized how much stronger than me you are. You can revel in your entire team, but him, his tongue… I know I’m his woman now.”
“Oh, so he was good?” Weiss said, way too loudly due to hearing Winter say “You’re strong, Weiss” over and over again in her ears as she kept on talking.
“That's- that's common with your first time if he's… talented. I, I assume you went, um, that you and him, went on to…”
But Winter shook her head.
“He did not ravish me,” she said, almost regretfully, “I followed the very procedure I teach my students to follow should they find themselves… but he did not, he didn't… no, only… only his tongue.”
Weiss had no experience in any of this, her sum total of romantic experience was a hasty relationship with Neptune that was born more out of a feeling that she was supposed to have a relationship than anything between the two of them—and thank the gods they hadn’t gotten too serious, especially now that Neptune and Sun were very obviously meant for each other—and a decision to focus on her studies instead of going after boys. And also a short… but that wasn't important right now!
So what was she doing here? Winter needed Weiss’s help and Weiss knew nothing about this, she actually knew less than Winter, who had actually experienced all this and would, doubtlessly, figure out Weiss was both a fraud and a liar if she couldn’t keep up the image of a… debauched Beacon libertine who’d been hopping from bed to bed for three years. Those were the answers Winter was looking for, so Weiss just had to imagine how such a woman would answer-
“Is… is he my pimp now?” Winter asked, the fear in her voice, the tears in the corner of her eyes making Weiss wonder if this side of her sister had always been present inside her, hidden just beneath the facade.
He wasn’t, right? She was pretty sure… she had to know somebody who was dating a Valean! What was Coco’s relationship situation, did she just leer or had she ever actually… gone all the way?
…how did she know literally every thought that had ever popped into Coco's head and not know if she had ever-
“If he is… I- I’ve accepted my fate,” Winter said, “Even if I didn’t, I don’t doubt he could pull me back under his spell, making all my defiance into nothing more than a girlish pout. Oh, Weiss, please, I don’t know anything about this and I’ve never been so lost! Please, please teach me the ways of this sinful land, teach me how I can be like you and not… swept away by pleasure until I’m just one of his good-time girls!”
Weiss just stared, wide-eyed, at Winter, but she could see in Winter’s eyes how genuinely desperate her sister was for Weiss’s expertise. And in the face of the one thing Weiss never truly believed could ever happen to her, a moment where Winter not only respected her expertise, but needed her guidance, Weiss did what nothing else in her life, not facing Grimm or Roman or the troubling weight of her family name could get her to do!
She panicked.
“I, um, I think you need a bit of time to, um, sit with your feelings and ask a few questions for yourself, while I… I'll just give you a little space! Yeah! Space is what you need right now, so I’m just gonna let you sit with your feelings, really dig into what you want in a relationship, what you’re uncomfortable with, and then we’ll talk tomorrow, yeah, tomorrow we’ll talk and then I can help guide you to what you want, cause, like, ha, I could totally give you advice right now, but it’d just be… I mean, you don’t want to follow the same path I did! Maybe you’re all about… different kinds of sex things than… the ones I’m all about! And that’s a big thing in Vale! You’re supposed to cut your own path and not just blindly copy someone else! So that’s what we’ll do! Sounds great, right!”
It was the most words Weiss had ever said without thinking, but even as she was certain that… whatever she’d said was completely insane, Winter just looked at her with a… wistful smile on her face, which, in spite of everything, made Weiss absolutely desperate to be deserving of her faith, deserving of her admiration!
“That you can handle this with so much… enthusiasm and good cheer, I never thought that Vale could be so good for you, sister, but you’ve… you’ve truly come into your own. I… truly admire you, and the life you’ve built here.”
It was the single most meaningful conversation Weiss had ever been in and, as she took Winter’s hands in hers and promised her sister that she’d get her through this, Weiss hated that, on the odds, she actually wanted to do this for Winter more than she wanted to be sane. Which meant…
She had to figure out a way to become an expert on perverted Valean sex, particularly oral, and she had to do it tout suite!
Barging into her temporary dorm, Weiss saw the lazy grins of her friends as they looked up from their activities. Blake, reading a book, Ruby, looking at blueprints, Yang, definitely had a porno mag hidden in a textbook. Perfect.
“I don’t have time to explain this, but…”
She bit her lip, trying to think of how to say this…
“We have to have sex. Right now.”
Not her most eloquent-
“Bout time,” Blake said, closing her book and putting it back on the shelf. Weiss gave her a scandalized look because… even if she’d been the one to say it, she should have the dignity to be shocked! Like normal people! Especially when Weiss wasn’t being their regular normal person!
“I mean-” Yang cut in, “I’m not… against this, like, not in principle, but… you can’t just come in here and say that and not explain.”
Weiss was not prepared for any response to what she'd said, but those two, saying what they did? It left her a little reeling. Maybe she could accept Blake rolling with it, probably as a joke, but Yang of all people having questions, reasonable questions, that was- that was too much!
“Yeah,” Ruby said, “I dunno, Weiss, but this doesn't really feel like a you thing.”
“Of course it doesn't sound like a me thing!” Weiss snapped, then took a deep breath, reminding herself that she couldn't get angry, she had to be reasonable about all this.
“I told Winter that I've had sex with all of you and I cannot be made a liar to her and, more urgently, she has questions I have to be able to answer.”
Yang stared at her.
“That's the sort of answer that just raises more-”
Weiss threw up her hands, crying, “Do you think there's going to be an actual answer to this situation?”
Ruby cocked her head to the side. “Well, maybe Weiss has to do something super out of character to keep-”
Weiss just cut her off with a raised hand, knowing that whatever she was about to speculate would be so much worse than the truth. Which… meant that there wasn't any choice but the truth. Right?
“Winter is… dating a guy from Vale, and apparently… he’s very romantic. And we Atlesians aren’t great at handling… emotions, and so Winter assumed, since I'm in Vale and all and room with two Valeans, I've… done sex things with you guys.”
Ruby raised her hand.
With a sigh, Weiss gestured for her to speak.
“What does Yang and me being Valean have to do with that?”
“Wait, seriously?” Blake laughed, “Vale's, like, famous for romance. Why do you think I fled to Beacon after leaving the White Fang?”
“Only school that doesn't do background checks?” Yang ventured.
Blake shrugged. “So does Shade, but, come on, I was never going to go there. Not when Beacon had such a… romantic reputation. The chance to meet someone from the Kingdom of Love and Romance, maybe be partnered with a girl who knew her way around a romantic evening…”
She fluttered her eyelashes at Yang, but the response…
“What? No! We’re not that sort of Valean!” Yang cried, genuinely sounding… affronted for possibly the first time in Weiss’s life.
“We’re from Patch!” Ruby chirped, “The sexy part of Vale is on the Mainland! Well, Southern Mainland Vale. So, you know… Jaune-Vale. They’re the sexy ones.”
For the second time today, Weiss froze as her brain simply… stopped. A great big chock of impossible was slapped into the gears of her mind and nothing was going forward at all. Which meant that Ruby could just stroke her chin and ask:
“Whoa… what if Winter's dating Jau-”
“Impossible,” Weiss snapped, snipping that thought in the bud. Winter hadn't told Weiss who she was dating—and she didn't have to, in fact, it stood entirely to reason that she wouldn't tell Weiss this and there was nothing bad about that—but it was someone so exceedingly capable that Winter could be… like that. Probably some elite Huntsman, a top level government agent… not Ruby and Yang's uncle, but also, for sure not Jaune!
“Yeah… either way, we’re from the shotguns and pick up trucks part of Vale,” Yang said, “Jaune’s from the ‘feed her a strawberry while reciting a poem’ part of Vale.”
“We’re also the part of Vale that has brisket!” Ruby chimed in, “Oooh, and possums! Did you know, the Patchean Possum is only found on Patch? Everyone who says it's a normal possum is lying to you! You shouldn't listen to them!”
Blake scoffed. “Does anyone-”
“Don't listen to them!”
Blake looked at Ruby, reeling from the sudden intensity. But in three years, Weiss had learned to expect Ruby to wildly vary her intensity; she hadn't learned about the cultural differences across Vale.
“But yeah, that's Jaune stuff,” Yang said, “He's all about wine, cheese, and talking his way into girls’ beds. Multiple girls’ beds. Not yours, of course.”
Pre-emptively cutting off Weiss's objection with a grin, she then added, “Hey, what do you think he and Pyrrha have been doing since Year 1?”
This time, Weiss's objection came out in a strangled, affronted, squawk as she- she might have accepted that Pyrrha didn't reciprocate her feelings after she asked her out last year, but she- this was not acceptable!
“I didn't say they're dating,” Yang said, “Just that they've been doing it for years! Dude plows the field, with ‘fields’ being ‘girls’ and his ‘plow’ being-”
“Don’t,” Weiss said, finding her words.
But Yang just shrugged. “Might be crude, but Weiss? His whole team, he's banged ‘em all. Pyrrha, Nora, Ren.”
She counted them off on her finger, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Ren’s a guy, Yang,” Weiss said through gritted teeth, annoyed that she still had to remind her teammate of this.
But Yang just shrugged.
“Old Valean doesn’t even have a word for ‘gay’ cause they didn’t really see the difference between men having sex with men or women,” she said before grinning, “Meanwhile, on Patch, we have over thirty different words for men who like men, ranging from the laudatory to derogatory, and capturing the wide range of how two guys can bone down on each other!”
“Yeah, uh,” Blake cut in, “I wasn't going to say anything ever, but, well… Faunus hearing means… yeah, I've heard a few things across the hall.”
Weiss stared at her.
“You're messing with me.”
Blake cracked a smile-
“I saw that!” Weiss snapped, “I saw that smile, you're messing with me.”
“Only partly!” Blake said, but her smile suggested a lot more, “I don't have perfect hearing of what's going on across the hall, but, uh, I've heard a lot of bedsprings squeaking over there. And maaaaybe Nora's just jumping on the bed…”
“Ren won't let her,” Ruby chimed in, way too eager to add to this story, “That's why she was asking me about making a reinforced bedframe for maximum jumping! But then I got my armory privileges restricted because I was ‘using too much metal’ and ‘students aren't allowed to make mech suits’ and because Headmaster Ozpin's mean!”
“You'll show them the error of their ways someday, Rubes,” Yang said soberly before turning to Weiss and snapping right back to her usual self, “But I also once was hanging out in the CRDL dorm—no judgment, I felt bad about smashing Dove's face in so I hung out with him—and I got to hear Jaune and Pyrrha on the roof. And they weren't practicing! Well, if they were practicing, they were practicing how Jaune could ask a girl out and that's only if you consider ‘asking a girl out’ to include getting-”
“I get it.”
“Getting in her pants!” Yang said louder, “And according to Cardin, he's heard them getting lots and lots of ‘practice,’ often with Ren and Nora in the mix.”
Weiss looked from Yang to Blake… and then to Ruby to make sure she felt included in this, but she wasn't worried about Ruby lying in her story. They had the records of all the raw materials Ruby had used in the Armory. But Blake and Yang, they were… they were telling the truth. About Jaune being some kind of… as unthinkable as it was, some kind of ultra-lothario, not just shamelessly courting every girl in his vicinity, but able to… with Pyrrha, which… which meant…
“This is real,” she said, meaning slowly flowing through her mind. “Everything… everything Winter said about Vale… is real.”
“Again, Jaune's part of Vale,” Yang said, which set off an… actually, for once, it didn’t. Weiss didn’t experience a reflexive eye twitch, because Yang hadn’t been trying to get under her skin. Weiss had been wrong, Winter had told her as much and now she knew that she was being foolish to doubt her sister just because she’d lived in Vale for three years. She’d been blind to reality, oblivious to how her entire worldview had been simply the reverse of reality, too proper, too… Atlesian to realize where she was, even as she was there.
But as Weiss dealt with an existential reversal, Blake just chuckled.
“Weiss, Beacon’s entire placement program is built around whose eyes you meet in a dramatic moment, what did you think was going to happen here? I've been waiting for this specific conversation to happen for three entire years!”
She turned her attention to Yang and added, “So, you wanna do your homeland proud and get started? Come on, I sought out the super hot blonde with huge boobs three years ago and we've hooked up zero times!”
Yang, in an impossible victory for sanity, actually rolled her eyes at what Blake said!
Then she opened her mouth.
“How many times do I have to tell you, that's Jaune's part of Vale, not Patch! They're the sex maniacs, we're all normal, tell'em Rubes.”
“I’m a virgin!” Ruby said excitedly, “Cause, like, having sex before you’re 18 is illegal and I am on the side of the law!”
She capped that off with wildly inappropriate finger guns as everyone just stared at her.
Yang paused, as though she was considering whether or not she wanted to correct her sister on this, then decided, “Rubes… you’re allowed to have sex before you’re 18, it’s just… guys over 18 shouldn’t be having sex with you. Except now, I guess.”
“What!”
“Yeah,” Blake said, “And in Vale, you’re allowed to have sex with people up to five years older than you when you’re under 18.”
“Why do you know that?” Weiss asked, narrowing her eyes.
“None of your business.”
“Well, now I’m on Weiss’s side!” Ruby declared, “We should all have sex now, cause I thought I wasn’t allowed to before now and so you all owe me!”
It was possibly the worst reason to have sex that Weiss had ever heard, but its biggest challenger was what Weiss had said a few minutes before, so she wasn’t in a place to judge.
She put her face in her hands and sighed. She was not in a position to judge. Because she had to do this. For Winter, Weiss needed to know how oral sex worked and… specifically oral sex with Valeans. Even if these were the wrong kind of Valeans. She had to be able to tell Winter something, and even if her teammates might judge her… Weiss also felt like she had, in some way, let herself down. She had gone to the land of, as Yang called it, “sex maniacs” and lived there for three years and had, at most, shot down an effort to welcome her into the Kingdom’s culture. She was supposed to be getting away from being a pre-programmed robot- err, well, Penny complicated that metaphor, but she was trying to become her own woman, someone who could befriend girls as different as her teammates, someone who could break rules, someone who could have wild uninhibited sex because that’s what you did in Vale! And she could never become that person if she didn’t start taking risks!
“Ruby’s right!” Weiss declared, eyes flashing with the same confidence she felt when she refused Roman Torchwick’s sinister offer to join forces and front half the capital for opening a bakery that would exploit an opening in the market created by evolving consumer tastes, “We should have sex! For Ruby, for my sister, for Vale! We should… Yang, tell me the words I should be using!”
“...bone down?”
“Right!” Weiss said, slamming her hand into her palm, “Team RWBY, we should bone down! Now! …how do we do that?”
For a fraction of a second, Weiss was looking at Yang and Ruby and realized that none of them had a clue on how to move forward, and in that infinitesimal moment, like any time Weiss faced Pyrrha in the ring and realized that there was no way to escape the blow flying towards her faster than she could react, she could feel her enthusiasm completely crater as reality-
“Alright girls, I have been planning for this,” Blake said, saving the day, “I had thought it would come a little more ‘two at a time,’ kind of thought Neptune or Sun would be part of lubricating the situation—that, or we’d be a little drunk—but since Weiss wants to learn, how about she just strips down while Ruby, since you want to have your first time, you’ll go down on her.”
“Got it!” Ruby said, as locked in as Weiss had ever seen her.
“Yang, tits out.”
“Way ahead of you.”
Weiss was about to say something, but her words were cut off as Yang whipped her top off in a single, fluid motion that also popped off her bra. This was definitely something Yang had practice in, but Weiss couldn’t really comment on it.
She’d seen Yang’s breasts before, they all showered together and Yang was an abundantly shameless woman. But this was different. This was the first time Weiss had actually looked at Yang in the context of a sexual encounter, the first time Weiss had ever let down the propriety of her upbringing to actually imagine herself with a woman… with a woman’s breasts. Her… large, soft breasts. Breasts that somehow resisted sagging in spite of the fact that they must be heavy, Weiss’s mouth going dry as she imagined placing her palms under both and lifting them, how she might heft them… heft them up so that she might… feel how soft they were, so she might… place her lips…
“Get naked, Princess,” Yang said with a grin (presumably a grin, Weiss wasn’t really looking at her face), “Cause Rubes here is eager to make a Weiss cream!”
Weiss felt the sudden rush of heat to her face as she surely turned as red as Ruby’s cloak… which was right now cast into the air along with a whirl of rose petals, leaving Weiss feeling very much overdressed! She couldn’t just let herself be buffeted by the moment—she was a Huntress! And a Huntress tasked with learning to understand oral sex for the sake of her sister! Now wasn’t the time for Weiss to have her jaw hanging open, blushing like a fool. Now was the time to focus up!
She had to undress purposefully. No awkward fumbling, no hesitation. She’d learned from no less than Pyrrha Nikos how armor was about psychology, about presenting oneself as invincible rather than deflecting injury. Taking off her outfit ran under the same principle: she was not making herself vulnerable except in how she chose to reveal herself, in all her tenderness, to people she trusted. Taking off her belts and her jacket, she knew she was a pearl of great price, someone her teammates would be privileged to see naked before them. She might be inexperienced, but she was undeniably beautiful and desirable, and as she, playfully, coquettishly, revealed her figure, she saw that Yang was as entranced by her as Weiss had been just a moment earlier. And now, her underwear came off and she was fully and fearlessly nude, ready for-
“Okay, how hard is it to find the clitoris because I know that’s a big problem here and right now, I’m looking at her lady bits and I’m not sure what I’m looking at.”
As always, Ruby was the ultimate test of “ready for anything.”
“Ruby, you have a clitoris,” Blake said, “It’s… it’s at the top, see the little pink bud there? Lick it.”
Weiss’s self-confidence had been a little deflated by Ruby’s question, but lying back on her bed and spreading her thighs, she gestured down to her… her pussy to invite Ruby to taste it, she felt sensual. Seductive. Like… like she really did have the experience Winter believed her to have, living in Vale where she was serenaded by music and poetry by would-be suitors, wooed and seduced into the beds of others who lavished upon her… this.
Ruby bit her lip, carefully studying what was between Weiss’s legs which… continued to undermine the whole experience, especially because Weiss knew that expression from watching Ruby look over weapon diagrams- but for Ruby, that was basically porn! So that was just… Ruby’s sex face, which meant that Weiss was doing things really well! Especially as Ruby lunged for her, planting her mouth right on Weiss’s slit and showering it in kisses!
“Ah!” Weiss gasped out in surprise, but… she was quickly soothed by Yang, who misunderstood her reaction.
“Shhhh, shhh, it’s okay,” Yang said, taking Weiss’s hand in hers and pressing her breasts right in Weiss’s face, letting her experience the weight of her bust, “Let Ruby and me help you feel good, that’s a good girl…”
Weiss was going to object to the grammar of “Ruby and me,” but Yang and Ruby… weren’t giving her a lot of opportunities to object. Ruby… just mashed her tongue in there, wildly licking anything and everything down there, but her enthusiasm—combined with her sister's boobs mashed in Weiss's face—made it hard to really focus on anything, much less grammar. She had spent three years overhearing crude comments made about Yang’s breasts—more than a couple made by Yang herself—and she couldn’t bear to admit that Cardin had actually been right. It was worth his right arm to motorboat these.
Not that Weiss would do anything so crude, of course! She merely- but Ruby’s tongue, artless and insistent, told Weiss that she was being Valean today. She was here to play with… fat Valean titties! Big, suckable juggs! Busty bimbo boobs! Top heavy… mega-milkers!
Weiss went to work on Yang’s… supersized honkers with relish as her teammate gasped in surprise at Weiss’s sudden interest!
“Mmmmm, yeah, Ruby, make the Ice Princess melt,” Blake said, clearly touching herself as she watched them! Which was a bit much in Weiss's mind!
“You- you shouldn’t be- mmmfph!” Weiss tried to object, only to find it hard to speak when Yang thrust her boobs right back into her face.
“Relax, babe,” Yang soothed, pushing her nipple into Weiss’s mouth which, reflexively, closed around it, “Let me n’ Rubes make you feel good, don’t worry about what Kitten’s getting up to.”
“Problematic lang-”
“You can watch me smother Weiss in my boobs or you can judge my nicknames, one or the other… Kitten.”
Blake didn’t have anything to say, or, if she said it, Weiss wasn’t really listening. Because… latched onto a big, heavy teat, her brain just… released a whole bunch of endorphins just as Ruby was starting to find her rhythm and really start making Weiss feel good. It was- it was the most stupidly Ruby-ish thing imaginable that her cheerful enthusiasm and inexperience actually made it better when Weiss gave her a chance, and it was the most stupidly Yang-ish thing imaginable that she could solve a problem with her boobs, and it was the most stupidly RWBY-ish thing imaginable that she couldn’t even get mad about it because it just… felt really, really good!
Weiss moaned into Yang’s boob as Ruby’s tongue trilled along her clit. Whether or not she knew she’d found it, she definitely knew she was getting results as she plied it, alternately sucking and flicking on it, adapting to Weiss’s response to hone her technique. Just like she did in battle, and- and Yang was taking up all her attention, refusing to let Weiss put up a defense when she was in her face. Weiss had seen this in spars, but never like this! She joyfully sucked on Yang’s nipple as Ruby found her sensitive spots and made Weiss feel better and better. She felt herself start to writhe under Ruby’s attention, her hips bucking, her body… rising. Maybe not literally, but something was drawing her upwards, a feeling that was going higher and higher, her limbs quivering, her eyes rolling up in her head, control fading as Weiss realized she couldn't hold this back any longer!
Her mouth popped open, freeing Yang's nipple as Weiss uttered a wordless shriek of pleasure! She didn't know if it was wordless; her mind lit up with fireworks as she felt her body plunge downwards, like in a roller coaster, every nerve, every inch of her responding until her mind reset and she felt her hips buck and her throat still vibrating with the echo of her shriek.
So that… was an orgasm.
Panting for breath, Weiss slowly rolled her gaze to her teammates. Ruby was beaming from between her thighs, her face still slick with Weiss’s juices, Yang was… Yang was in Big Sister mode, warm and gentle, here for Weiss on this big step into womanhood, and Blake… Blake had a dirty, lecherous grin that did nothing to hide how she’d been leering at the trio.
But that was good. That was what Weiss wanted. She wanted to be seen like this, she wanted to have an experience like this, and now? She had. She had experienced a Valean's talented tongue—even if it wasn't that kind of Valean—and now Weiss felt like she had a better understanding of the world. It was… an experience that-
“Alright!” Blake clapped her hands together, “Ruby? Yang? That was super hot, but I didn't get to participate, so…”
It was a very Blake moment, their most socially-conscious member not always thinking of anyone other than herself. But Weiss just gave her a lazy smile.
“I've- I've got to be an expert on oral by tomorrow morning, so… hop on the bed and let me see how good I can be… Kitten.”
Yang, Ruby, and Blake all raised an eyebrow.
“Okay, okay, it sounds way worse when I say it, but I'm serious! I have to learn how this works, and I need some hands-on education!”
She didn't have to wait long before Blake was already undressing, wiggling out of her super-tight pants and showing off her pale curves. Yang had made more than a few comments about the similarities in their figures, their pale skin, their elegant poise, their… impressive derrieres. Apparently, there were similar comments in the 3rd floor men's restroom. Weiss normally tuned it all out, knowing that talking off Yang was just what she was looking for, but now… she could see that Yang was right!
Blake did have a hot ass and the two of them together… it would be something to mend human-Faunus relations. Weiss felt herself drool as Blake flaunted her body, her toned, athletic legs and her lithe flexibility as she leaned back on the bed, spread her legs, and raise them up, almost putting her ankles at her ears to give Weiss a clear view of her little pink pussy.
She was aroused. Clearly. Weiss could see what looked like morning dew on flower petals as Weiss licked her lips and drew her face in closer. She looked her pussy over, inhaling her… fragrance and appreciating the loveliness of her teammate. Things would have been… so much easier their first year if they'd simply done this rather than engage in accusations and allegations!
Weiss carefully extended her tongue, knowing that she couldn't pull off what Ruby had. She needed to be careful, purposeful, precise. Blake wasn't a virgin; she had likely experienced this with people who weren't virgins. Or… people who hadn't just lost their virginity. Weiss gently ran her tongue along Blake's lips, drawing up to her little hooded clit, and gently flicked it with her tongue. Blake gave a pleasant murmur, and Weiss took it as a sign to probe a little deeper.
She pushed her tongue into Blake, tasting her body and finding it… not unpleasant. But even if the taste had been unpleasant, the… taboo of it all was just… yummy.
“Ooooh, yeah, little faster…” Blake sighed, “Mmmmm, that's goooood…”
Weiss hated how responsive she was to compliments, but Blake's praise just… got her really going! And- and why should she be ashamed of that? She- she was a hot girl with- with a hot bod and- and she was good at sex!
“Oh, wow, yeah, that’s it, that’s it,” Blake panted, and Weiss was delighted to lap at her pussy with an eager determination. She put her lips around Blake's clit, just like she had felt Ruby do to her, and sucked on it before she went back to licking her pussy.
“Gods, this is hot, Rubes.”
“I know! Weiss's butt looks so cute like this!”
“Oh, Weiss isn't the only one looking cute like this…”
“Yeah, Blake's boobs are- mmmmmfph!”
But the sound of Ruby's objection died away very quickly into the sounds of both sisters making out. “Patch Valean” her ass, everything Winter had said about her teammates was entirely true! She had spent three years living with perverts and sluts, but only now did they actually let her see that side and realize… tongue buried in her teammate, lapping up her juices as she felt Blake’s thighs squeeze the side of her head… that she was a pervert, too! She might have lied to Winter about her experience, but she had the heart of a pussylicking slut!
And even if Blake was a more experienced girl, Weiss was proving herself… proving herself just as hot and slutty as any of her teammates! As sexually forward as the two sisters locked in an incestuous kiss, as skilled with oral as- as a Valean as she felt Blake getting hotter and hotter, moaning, interlacing her fingers in Weiss's hair to press her face into her, to let her go deeper until…
“OH FUCK WEISS!”
Blake came, squirting right into Weiss's mouth as Weiss made a point not to miss a drop! She felt she could be proud of her skills and knew that dedication was always the secret to success! Even as Blake thrashed underneath her, Weiss was determined to not let up until Blake was finished with her climax.
Feeling mighty proud of herself, Weiss rose up from between her legs and admired the sight of Blame, nude, sweaty… she did have nice breasts… maybe later they could have some fun with those? Maidens, she really was becoming what Winter assumed of her! Maybe she hadn't realized how much she had been changing over the last three years. Changing to be more like…
Turning, she saw Ruby and Yang were still in their own world, eyes closed, lips locked, boobs… pressed into each other. Yeah… Weiss wanted to do more with boobs. Winter only needed her expertise with oral sex, but whoever Winter's mystery beau was… Winter should make sure he knew to give attention to a lady's chest!
Discreetly, she cleared her throat to get the sexy siblings’ attention. Ruby, reluctantly, pulled her lips away from Yang's and saw Weiss and a well-served Blake, her pretty silver eyes lighting up to ask:
“Who was better at eating pussy, me or Weiss?”
Weiss just stared at Ruby, still caught off guard at how she could change on a dime as Blake just laughed.
“I dunno,” she said, “I haven't experienced our fearless leader's tongue firsthand, so I guess…” she opened up her thighs for Ruby, “I'm up for round two!”
Pulling away from her sister, Ruby just dove right in, but instead of calling her a dolt or any of the usual responses Weiss instinctually turned to, she instead smiled at the sight of her partner going down on her teammate, then turned to Yang, as unsurprised and unashamed as Weiss had ever seen her.
Perfect.
“So,” she asked, “What would a Valean strumpet do to an uptight Atlesian maiden looking to expand her horizons?”
“I told you,” Yang chided, “I’m not from the strumpet part of Vale… but if you wanna learn to be a Valean… spread those legs, Weissy, we’re gonna trib!”
Weiss wasn’t sure what she meant, but it sounded very exciting! Moving onto Ruby's bed, she opened up her thighs and shamelessly flashed her pussy at her teammate. Yang closed in, entwining her legs with Weiss’s as she crawled forward onto the bed until… their pussies met.
And then Yang started to rub.
It wasn't like Ruby going down on her, it didn't have the focus or the depth, but Weiss was already sensitive and the friction between their bodies…
“Feel good, huh?” Yang asked.
“Uh- uh-huh,” Weiss panted, feeling the contact between them as her hips worked up and down.
“I- hah- wanted to do this technique be-because it lets us look each other in the eyes and have, haaah, a conversation…”
“You could have fingered her for this…” Blake mused from the other bed.
“Ruby, shut Blake up, really go nuts on her,” Yang said, not even turning around, but from the little squeal Blake made, Ruby took to it!
“The thing about, nnngh, being Valean,” Yang grunted, grinding her clit against Weiss’s, “It's not about sex mania or being a really boring Northerner. It's that anybody can be Valean, so long as, fuck, they choose it. Like, hah, look at me. I’m Valean as all, fuck, fuck, and my dad’s descended from hard-working Mistralian immigrants who came to Patch before the War, my mom’s Mistralian bandit trash, and my sister’s descended from Valeans as f-far back as anyone can remember!”
“Mmhmmm!” Ruby chirped from between Blake’s thighs, popping her head up to flash Weiss that… that smile that made her heart skip a beat, “The Roses are an old Valean family, almost as old as Jaune’s!”
“But we’re all, ah, one family in Patch! Valean as all fuck!”
“As all fuck!” Ruby cheered, before diving back between Blake’s legs.
“Mmhmm,” Weiss agreed, focusing mostly on how good it felt to rub. She felt her whole body start to move automatically, a sinuous writhing that let her whole body give into the rhythms of lust and desire. The rhythms of Vale, a land that… that was a part of her, of who she was, even as an immigrant, even as an Atlesian… it was her home.
“We built a statue in the harbor, three hundred feet tall,” Yang continued, “to welcome immigrants. And then, we loaded it full of guns and blew it the fuck up to slay a Leviathan! That’s Patch! That’s Vale! And that’s what you get to be part of, Weiss!”
Weiss couldn’t really say anything, she could only pant as she rubbed her clit against Yang's, as she watched Yang's breasts jiggle and heave, as she heard Ruby's talented tongue explore Blake's delicious pussy. This was… this was slutty. They were being sluts. They were sluts!
Valean sluts.
Yang's words were getting through to Weiss, exciting her brain the way the friction her clit was giving to Weiss’s clit to excite her body! This was a land that welcomed everyone into a world of love and pleasure! Yang was talking about blowing stuff up, and once again, Weiss was feeling her own body getting ready to blow! She could see it on Yang’s face, the look of control giving way, an unthinkable sin in Atlas, but…
They weren’t Atlesians here.
Her climax rose up inside her, a great, cresting wave that rose and rose until she could hold it back no longer…
And let it come crashing down.
She came. Yang came. Blake came. The three of them came together, and maybe Ruby came too just from the sheer, sympathetic energy in the room! All of them sealed their bond, an unlikely bond forged by accident more than anything, but… those were some of the most important relationships of all! Of course Beacon had paired Weiss with the first person who met her eyes instead of the personality tests and strategic competency exams Atlas used. Because being open, being welcoming to the strange and unfamiliar… that was how you found the people who would define your life. That was how you became Valean.
And now that Weiss was Valean…
She had ideas. Lots of ideas. She wanted to sit on Ruby's face, she wanted to feel Blake's tongue on her nipples… she wanted to see what Yang's fingers could do to her pussy! And she wanted to kiss and lick and suck every inch of her teammates!
Panting and smiling like a loom, she looked at Yang and asked, “Alright… so what comes next for a newly-minted citizen of Vale?”
“Alright, so if you really want the full Valean experience-”
“That means it’s time to go to the gun range!” Ruby cried, pumping her fist in the air.
Weiss expected Yang to correct her on that, that they were not going to go shoot guns like a pack of rambunctious barbarians after their first time, but instead…
“Hell yeah!” she cheered, high-fiving Ruby with a loud smack, “And we’ll get burgers afterwards! There’s gotta be somewhere in Haven we can get burgers!”
Blake smiled. “Ooh, Sun told me about a place near campus that does an amazing truffle aioli-”
“Nope!” Ruby cut her off, “We’re celebrating Vale and that means we’re gonna go get real burgers, with cheese and ketchup and pickles!”
Maybe the Weiss of a day ago would have smacked her forehead and lamented the unseriousness of the moment, but the Weiss of yesterday would never have hooked up with her entire team and discovered just how lovely, warm, and sexy these girls were!
And… she wouldn't have realized how important it was to be open to the unfamiliar. Have sex, shoot oversized guns, eat burgers? Sounds perfect! This really was a land of love and opportunity. She had… so many notes for Winter and how she could enjoy her new relationship with her mystery beau!
Weiss wondered how she felt about handcuffs…
“So, Jaune, I was just wondering… how did your date go last night?”
Ah. Yeah.
Jaune turned to Pyrrha, not sure how to say it, but… she’d always been adamant that Jaune could come to her with anything. Three years in, at their second Vytal Tournament, with Jaune feeling like a whole different person since their last one, he still knew how important it was to be honest, even when it was hard.
“It… didn't go so hot,” he admitted, “Easy come, easy go, but… this one was… not a win.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Pyrrha said sympathetically, taking a seat next to Jaune on the couch and putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. Man, she’d just finished an interview about the Vytal and her very first thought on getting back to the dorm was not just to check in on Jaune, but specifically to hear about his dating life. Years of being her partner and Jaune still felt like nobody really got just how amazing she was.
“Thanks,” he said, “But… how’d your interview go, what was-”
“Mmmmm,” she said, drawing in closer to Jaune to lean her head on his shoulder. She didn’t want to talk about it right now, and he definitely respected that, “What went wrong?”
“I honestly have no idea,” Jaune said, shaking his head, “Things were going really well, she asked me out for dinner, she practically dragged me back to her room, and I actually got to first base with her-”
For a brief moment, Jaune wondered if he had to explain to Pyrrha what “first base” meant, considering how reserved and upright she was. She’d never had a romantic partner in the time he’d known her, but at the same time, he knew Pyrrha’s situation wasn’t due to a lack of interest, but the challenge of finding someone who wasn’t intimidated by her. Which was tough, and made Jaune feel like he really didn’t have a right to complain that he’d actually gotten to first base, while all the guys he’d wingmanned for Pyrrha lost their nerve around her way before getting to first.
But his story was pretty weird.
“-and she seemed to be really enjoying it, but then, out of nowhere, she… dropped a tear gas grenade on me and then jumped out a window?”
“Wow,” Nora said, “That is… an impressive way to blow a date.”
“What did you do?” Ren asked dryly.
“Nothing!” Jaune said, throwing up his hands—well, hand, as Pyrrha had snagged the other one to wrap around her shoulders—in dismay, “Up until that point, she was super into me—I'm not even kidding, I was going to wish her a good night and she just pulled me into the room and kissed me. She was really aggressive and- and before you think I must have dropped the ball, she was into everything I was doing, I- I slipped into my accent over dinner-”
“I don't understand how you think that's a negative,” Nora chimed in.
But Jaune ignored her.
“And… I dunno,” he said with a shrug, “Maybe I did something to botch it, but… it wasn't anything I noticed.”
“You know, Jaune, there are… other girls out there,” Pyrrha said, brushing back a lock of her hair, “Girls who would… appreciate a guy who’s romantic, kind, passionate, sporting an amazing dick that my hand brushes against when we wrestle under the moonlight…”
Jaune chuckled. This again? It was Pyrrha’s usual consolation after Jaune blew a date, all the way back to when he was completely blowing things with Weiss. It was sweet, he knew she really cared for him, but at the same time…
“Well, if you have any idea where I could find those girls, I’m all ears.”
“Yes, if you know of any, do please tell Jaune,” Ren added, his dry wit always good at lightening the mood.
They all had a good laugh about that. Yeah, Jaune hadn’t made much progress in his love life, but his team always helped take some of the sting out of it. He wasn’t in a rush, and the four of them were focused on becoming the best Huntsmen they could be. And hey, he appreciated the time he’d spent with the girls he dated. He’d reach out to Winter tomorrow, apologize for anything he might have done wrong, and see what she-
“Actually, Jaune,” Ren drawled, “I am a little uncertain about the basic principles of First Base, if you would…?”
Jaune sighed. “Alright, I can give another demonstration… Pyrrha, do you mind?”
“Of course not,” his infinitely gracious and understanding partner said, pulling down her lacy panties and spreading her thighs wide to allow Jaune access for the demonstration as he got up from the couch.
“Ooh!” Nora cried, always a worrisome sound, “If we're getting a demonstration, can you give me a refresher on bending a girl over your knee and spanking her? Ooh, and if you can give me another walkthrough on how to fuck a girl's brains out? I completely forgot how to do that!”
Jaune gave Pyrrha a “well, what are you gonna do” look about how it seemed like no matter how many times over the last three years Jaune had given them demonstrations, it never seemed to stick. Of course, he was the last person to have any right to criticize, and Pyrrha was such a saint to assist him in every demonstration.
And they'd done a lot of demonstrations. Honestly, to the point where Jaune wasn't sure if Ren had known anything about sex when he'd first come to Beacon because he'd asked Jaune to give a demonstration of just about everything.
How to eat a girl out. How to charm a girl over dinner. How to fuck a girl when she was suspended in midair. How to pound a girl into the wall. How to buy a girl flowers and surprise her with them. How to have a threesome (thankfully, Nora was exceptionally gracious to volunteer for the various arts that required a third participant). How to wake a girl up the morning after with a thoughtful breakfast in bed. How to walk a naked girl on a leash through the halls of Beacon… thank the gods they basically had the run of the Plateau in the summer, Jaune couldn’t imagine what he’d say if anyone but Goodwitch had caught them!
…though that had meant that Jaune had been grilled on the finer points of his technique and he’d spent all night with Ms. Goodwitch, Pyrrha, and, of course, Nora had to insert herself in it, all to show Ren the varieties of petplay that he needed remedial education on barely a month later!
“Alright, watch closely…” he said as he dropped down on his knees.
“Mmmm, we are,” Nora said with a sigh as Jaune just shook his head and looked up to Pyrrha with a smile. She smiled back, spreading her thighs a little wider to show off her pretty pink pussy. She genuinely had a flower, just a lovely pussy to eat. He’d been pleasuring her basically daily for years now, but Jaune never let himself slack when practicing with Pyrrha, whether sexually or as a Huntsman.
Whispering words of rapturous praise as Jaune paid his Amazonian queen the fealty she deserved, he moved to lustily worship her pussy, well knowing how to reduce Pyrrha into a molten puddle before he demonstrated all sorts of things on her, just as partners should.
Because that was what Beacon, as the shining exemplar of Vale and its culture, was all about.