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The Arc Family Techniques Ch. 9 (RWBY)
🕑 Added 2019-07-31 16:39:25 +0000 UTCA/N: Here's the newest chapter. Only got one suggestion on the last chapter, so I went ahead and made it an option.
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In the end, the choice is effectively made for him. Even as he’s trying to decide who he wants to seek out and contemplating where they would be at this time of day, he rounds the corner, incredibly distracted, only to run right into one of the people currently in his thoughts… Blake Belladonna. He collides with the disguised cat faunus with a grunt, even as she lets out a yelp and falls back on her ass.
Blinking, Jaune looks down at the blushing black-haired girl and cocks his head to the side, his balls still churning with a need for release, and his cock straining against the confines of his pants, producing quite the bulge at the moment. A bulge that Blake does not fail to notice, her own eyes locking in on the crotch of his pants and dilating, her tongue slipping out of her mouth and licking at her lips hungrily.
Yeah, if that wasn’t a sign, Jaune didn’t know what was. Smirking lightly and trying to keep himself under control for the time being, the blond Arc gives Blake his best smile as he offers her a hand and helps her to her feet.
“Shall we find somewhere more private?”
Blake’s blush intensifies, and while she doesn’t answer verbally, she does nod in agreement, so Jaune gestures down the hall.
“Lead the way. I trust you know all the best nooks and crannies where we won’t be disturbed?”
At the ‘disturbed’ bit, Blake’s eyes flicker down to Jaune’s cock again, and she unconsciously licks her lips once more. Then, as if to act before she changes her mind, the cat faunus grabs him by the hand and drags him along, hurrying him through the halls of Beacon and managing to avoid anyone else, impressively enough.
As he thought, it isn’t long before they’re safely tucked away somewhere, with Blake quite literally purring as she rubs against his front, the palm of her hand grinding against his bulge in a most pleasurable way. He allows her to take the lead for the moment, given that he’s the one asking her a favor, but Blake hesitates, licking her lips not out of lust but out of trepidation this time as something dark flashes in her eyes.
“What… what were you doing with Camilla Winchester?”
Jaune’s brow raises at that, and he answers her question with a question of his own.
“Are you stalking me, Blake?”
Her blush grows darker and spreads down across her jaw and down her neck, but she doesn’t grow any less determined as she stares him down.
“M-Maybe. Just answer the question, Jaune.”
Well, he could imagine why she was asking. He knew her secret, after all. He knew Blake was a faunus, just as he knew Camilla had a dislike for faunus. It was reasonable for Blake to be afraid or worried or whatever it was she was feeling, he supposed. So… Jaune goes with the truth.
“She was trying to blackmail me. It didn’t work.”
Blake’s eyes widen slightly at that, and her lips turn downwards in a frown. Her gaze flicks down towards Jaune’s crotch, where his hard-on is straining against the confines of his jeans even now. It’s very uncomfortable, but Jaune isn’t grimacing or even reacting to her current ministrations. An Arc man was always in control, of himself if not everything else.
“You… she left you blue balled because you told her no?”
Jaune chuckles at that and leans in close, lowering his voice to a murmur.
“On the contrary, Blake… she tried her best to get me off, but I prefer to only cum with people I like. And for me… it’s always a choice.”
Blake’s eyes both widen and dilate further at that, and the next thing Jaune knows, the cat faunus is on her knees before him, hurriedly unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants and drawing his raging erection right out of the confines of his boxers. Jaune grunts as his cock hits open air, and he groans when Blake takes him in both hands, and then swallows the tip of his dick with her mouth, taking him between her lips.
Remembering the night before Initiation, with the bow, Jaune reaches out and plucks the concealing accessory right off of Blake’s head, exposing her cat ears. The faunus glances up at him for a moment but doesn’t try to pull back this time, simply returning her attention to the task in front of her. Unable to help himself, Jaune grins teasingly down at Blake and places his hand in her hair, between her twitching cat ears.
“I knew I could count on you. After all, kitty wants her milk, doesn’t she?”
Blake’s tongue licks at his tip and her hands jerk up and down his length for a few moments rather energetically, before she pulls off for a moment and looks up at him, eyes unreadable, and face very red.
“That’s a little racist…”
She mutters it half-heartedly at best, and from the way her thighs are rubbing together, Jaune can tell she liked it. Still, she’s not wrong, it would be racist if he said it outside of a sexual setting. From the look of things though, in a sexual setting, Blake liked being degraded, just a tad. She certainly wasn’t stopping, and in fact, she quickly returned to sucking his cock, slurping and lapping at his cockhead while jerking the rest of his length off.
Jaune chooses not to comment again one way or another. He doesn’t apologize for the kitty remark, but he also doesn’t say anything else. Instead, he just watches as she sucks him off, her mouth encapsulating more and more of his length as she transitions one hand from his cock to his balls, and then finally places the other down between her legs.
Her eyes are covered with a glazed film, and her nostrils are flaring, drinking in his scent as she practically consumes his erection, fondling his churning balls with enthusiasm and eagerness that has Jaune rapidly approaching orgasm. Truth be told, he was beginning to wonder if he had some sort of extra effect on faunus women over human women. Or maybe it was just Blake in general.
Either way, Jaune tilts his head back and lets out a groan, getting closer and closer to release. There was no way he’d be able to hold on much longer, so he makes sure to give Blake some warning.
“I’m getting closer Blake… fuck, I’m about to cum!”
The cat faunus takes his warning… and not so much ignores it, but certainly uses it how she wants to use it. She doesn’t pull away from his cock or leave him to cum all over her or on the ground or anything like that. But then, Jaune supposed he shouldn’t have expected anything else from the cat faunus who’d snuck up between his legs and sucked a load of his seed from his balls the very first night he’d been in Beacon.
Rather than pull away, Blake only leans back a little bit, allowing just the head of his cock to remain captured between her lips, her tongue sliding along the underside of his bulbous dick tip as her hands once again grip his length and she squeezes down. With a groan, Jaune cums, milked by Blake’s hands and suctioning lips. His backed-up seed flows out of his balls and down his shaft, and right into Blake’s waiting maw.
The cat faunus’ eyes widen for a moment in surprise at the sheer volume, but Blake proves to be nothing if not adaptable, swallowing faster even as her cheeks chipmunk outwards a little from how much she’s having to hold in her mouth at once. A bit of cum ends up leaving the corner of her mouth as she drinks his load, but the vast majority of Jaune’s ejaculate ends up traveling right down Blake’s throat, into her gullet, and onwards to her belly.
When he finishes cumming, Blake lets her lips leave his dick with a pop, and brings up a finger, pushing the cum that had trailed out of her mouth back in and sucking the digit clean. Her eyes are on his and seem filled with mischief as she grins at him wickedly.
“I guess kitty did get her cream, didn’t she?”
Jaune chuckles at that, but before he can respond, Blake’s gaze flickers back down to his cock, and her eyes widen into saucers at what she sees, her confidence wiped away, just like that.
“A-Ah… you’re still hard.”
Jaune flushes a little at that, but when she looks up at him in disbelief, he feigns nonchalance, just shrugging his shoulders at her.
“Yeah. It’s alright though, you don’t have to do anything more. I wouldn’t want to overburden you.”
“… Sit.”
Blinking, Jaune tilts his head to the side.
“Huh?”
Blushing deeply and refusing to look him in the eye, Blake stands up and grabs him by the shoulders and forcibly pushes him towards the ground.
“I said, sit!”
Laughing lightly, Jaune goes down on his ass, sitting on the floor up against the wall of the cozy little nook that Blake had dragged him to. He watches as the cat faunus, her ears twitching madly atop her head, reaches under the skirt of her Beacon uniform and hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. As she drags them down her legs, Jaune can’t help himself…
“Normally it’s the owner who gives the pet commands, isn’t it?”
Blake freezes for a moment at that, growing even redder than before. Jaune thinks he detects something of a tremble in the cat faunus for a moment, before she finishes shucking off her underwear and sets them aside, before climbing into his lap. Placing one hand on his shoulder, Blake reaches down under herself with the other, taking hold of his cock and guiding it up under her skirt, to where her surprisingly wet pussy awaits him.
Jaune raises both eyebrows at just how aroused Blake already is. Did sucking his cock turn her on that much, truly? As his first inch sinks into her cunt, Blake brings her other hand up to his other shoulder, holding him by both as she slowly slides down his length, impaling herself on him. Speaking in a breathless tone, the cat faunus stares him down the entire time.
“Who… w-who says I’m t-the pet? T-That’s also racist, Jaune Arc…”
And yet, there’s still no heat in her voice. Jaune hums as he grabs Blake by the waist, holding her steady. He looks into her eyes and sees all of the lust and arousal and sheer NEED that she’s currently feeling. Then, he smiles and cocks his head to the side.
“Is it? Are you not?”
It’s a bit of a dirty move, what he does next. It’s a combination of an Arc Family Technique, as well as him just plain old slamming her the rest of the way down on his cock. The technique involves his thumbs, which are currently resting on Blake’s sides, pressing into her flesh, rotating counter-clockwise at the same exact time. It’s a simple technique, at the end of the day, but it does it’s job all the same, manipulating Blake’s aura in a way that only an Arc would know how to do.
The result of this, of Jaune impaling Blake the rest of the way down his length and at the same time infusing her aura with a bit of his own, is a widening of the cat faunus’ eyes, followed by a loud, pleasure-filled scream as she cums on his dick, right then and there, climaxing on the spot. Jaune grins at that, even as Blake half-falls onto him, her forehead pressing into his chest.
She breathes heavily for a moment, but Jaune doesn’t intend to let up. With a growl, he thrusts upwards again… and again and again, all the while continuing to stroke counter-clockwise circles into her hips with his thumbs. Blake tosses her head back and squeaks and squeals, unable to get herself under control, unable to quiet her voice. In the interest of making sure they aren’t discovered, Jaune has an idea… and implements it.
Reaching to the side, he grabs up Blake’s panties, noting that they’re a pair of black silkie darlings even as he bunches them in his fist. Then, without further ado, as Blake once again finds herself screaming out her release as she creams herself all over Jaune’s dick, he shoves the panties right into her mouth as a makeshift gag.
If he’s read her right up until this point, Blake shouldn’t mind this sort of thing… and if he hasn’t, well then, Jaune will be sure to apologize after she spits them out. But while her eyes do widen and lock with his as she freezes atop his dick after he’s places her panties in her mouth… Blake doesn’t spit them out. She does get a LOT redder, her blush traveling down her neck and to her upper chest from the look of things, but she doesn’t remove the panties from her mouth, even though she easily could.
Grinning at her, Jaune returns to fucking Blake from below and truly walking her world, the family technique he’s using to play with her aura and penetrate it as surely as his dick is penetrating her quim being only a small part of the pleasure he’s showing her, in exchange for her help with his ‘blue ball’ situation. By the time Jaune finally cums of course, Blake is barely conscious, holding on for dear life, her eyes glazed over and her jaw slack as her panties hang right outside of her mouth. He probably shouldn’t cum inside though… he really shouldn’t.
But just as Jaune goes to pull Blake off of him, the cat faunus decides, seemingly unconsciously, otherwise. Clamping her thighs down around his legs and gripping tightly at her shoulders, Blake slams herself down one last time onto his cock, moaning through her panties, and her pussy walls subsequently milk him of every last drop of his seed as Jaune deposits his load deep within Blake’s womb.
He groans as he does so, partially in satisfaction, and partially from the implications and potential consequences of what he’s done. Still, there’s no taking it back now. Slowly, shakily, Blake extracts herself from his embrace, pulling herself off of his cock. Jaune watches her go, admiring her gorgeous legs and the way her skirt swishes down into place, even as she stands over him for a moment, pulling her panties from her mouth.
She stares at them, and so does Jaune, both of them noticing that in the act they’d both just been involved in, Blake has chewed right through her underwear in a number of places. Slowly, she holds the gnawed panties out to him, blushing and averting her gaze the entire time. Lifting an eyebrow, Jaune holds up an open palm for her to drop them into. Once Blake has given him his trophy, because what else can it be, she turns and begins walking away, just like that.
Jaune watches her go for a moment, getting the idea that he could have her whenever he wanted, however he wanted. It seemed that the quietest member of Team RWBY was a massive, closeted pervert, unlike Mulan Ren who had truly just been shy. Cocking his head to the side, Jaune shrugs and sets to work tucking his dick back into his boxers, before slipping Blake’s panties into his pocket. Why not keep a souvenir, right?
Standing, Jaune blinks, considering what he should do with the rest of his day. He could go train some more with the rest of his team. Or, he could go find Ruby and see about getting that new weapon she’d promised to help him find. Or… Jaune grimaces slightly as Camilla Winchester pops into his head. He wants nothing to do with her at the moment, even though he knows he’ll have to keep… interacting with her to make his ultimatum actually stick.
But maybe… maybe he should cut to the chase on that front. He’d thought about it when he was standing right in front of the woman, but ultimately, he’d decided against walking away, instead choosing to put Camilla in her place, right then and there. But that didn’t really mean the idea was a bad one.
Perhaps he should go to Professor Goodwitch and come clean here and now. It might result in him getting thrown out of Beacon, but there was no denying that he was living a lie as it was. It’d be nice to get that weight off his shoulders.
So those were the options then. Go train with the rest of Team JNPR, go find Ruby to see about that new weapon, or go confess his dark secret to Glynda Goodwitch. What was he going to do?
Comments
Anonymous Daniel
Will the next Blake option end up colloring her?
Nicodemus Archleone
I chose Ruby for the weapons, but I won't complain if Glynda wins.
SpectralTime
That was nice. I like that he’s still a good boy as well as a sex machine.
