Back to Combat Class

Jaune should've been nervous. They were back in their combat class, and once again, he was scheduled for a match, this time hopefully putting his losing streak to an end. But it was difficult to be nervous when he had a gorgeous girl, such as Weiss, kneeling between his legs and distracting him with that delicious, beautiful mouth of hers.

Groaning softly, he glanced up at the current fight, watching, but not really seeing it. Ren was currently locked in a battle with Russel, a battle that if Jaune had been in any sort of mind to appreciate would awe him with their swift precision and acrobatics. Ren, who was the only other bastion of testosterone among his two favorite teams in Beacon, his only true male friend...God he wished Ren were a girl.

A skilled flick of the tongue brought his attention back to Weiss, eyes glazed in pleasure and cheeks flushed, as her hands stroked along his shaft and balls lovingly. Blake was knelt behind her, greedily fondling the heiress with firm squeezes, possessive nibbling and lewd whispers.

Steadily approaching his climax, Jaune idly noted Goodwitch calling the match in Ren's favor, Nora erupting into loud cheering nearby. Closing his eyes, Jaune grabbed Weiss's head and began thrusting down her throat firmly, the girl obediently ceding all control to him, gagging and whimpering submissively, hips gyrating under Blake's thrusting fingers.

"That's right slut!" The faunus growled into her ear, "This is your place! On your knees servicing your betters!" She bit the heiress's earlobe, before soothing the extremity with a soft lick.

Crushing her face to his groin, Jaune shot his load straight down her throat, staring deeply into her pleasure glazed eyes as she shook in orgasm. He relished the feel of her throat swallowing around him, greedily accepting his seed. He held himself there for a few moments as her face reddened, before he released her. Weiss shot back with a loud, ragged gasp, that was quickly covered when Blake yanked her head back by her ponytail, and crushed her lips over hers, passionately pillaging her mouth with her tongue, while her free hand pinched her nipples.

Jaune idly tucked his cock away as he watched them. Blake was clearly enjoying herself, dominating the Atlesian girl, panting in her arms. Propping a leg up behind Weiss, the faunus used her grip on her hair to bend the heiress back over her thigh, into a 'C' shape, the flexible girl easily accommodating the position. Blake slid a hand slowly down her body, sensually rubbing her belly through her shirt, before once again diving under her skirt to tease her slick folds. "Now that you've cum for him," Weiss's gasps became louder, barely hidden by the sound of clashing steel. "Cum for me!" Blake smirked down at her, golden eyes blazing with arousal. As Weiss clutched at her, squirming and moaning helplessly, Blake began lapping at her face, licking all along her cheeks and lips. It didn't take long before the heiress was once again shuddering and squealing in orgasm, much to Blake's satisfaction.

"The next match will be Jaune Arc," Goodwitch announced from the arena, his portrait appearing on the overhead scoreboard. Jaune felt his pulse quicken in anticipation. Who would he be against? "Vs..."