Have some fun at the orientation

"I'll keep this brief..."

All eyes and ears were directed to the stage as Professor Ozpin, the enigmatic headmaster of Beacon Academy made his speech. All of them expected a grand speech, to congratulate them for their bravery for they took their first step of being Huntsmen and Huntresses: Defenders of humanity dedicated to the eradication of the Grimm menace. But he did not. He talked to them as children in need of purpose, weapons to be directed and trained.

"Well, fuck you too, Ozpin." Cardin muttered enough for Pyrrha to hear.

"Show some respect, dear. He's-uummpphhh..." Was all Pyrrha could say before she felt Cardin's palm caressed her bottom.

After the headmaster's speech, Glynda Goodwitch took over and set up some ground rules. It was a good thing to hear; rules, and regulations. The boom of the speakers, the idle chatter from the students, and Goodwitch's authority kept their gazes and ears occupied. It was enough as a distraction for Cardin and his Pyrrha to have some fun as they wait for the program's end.

When they returned from the gardens, the students noticed Pyrrha's recent change in the style of her clothes. Gone was her crimson skirt, but her tight shorts were partially covered by her sash. She hesitated to enter, but when he felt Cardin's hand on her hips, it gave her the strength to walk inside. Most of the onlookers tried to sneak a peek, while others ogled shamelessly. But the shame that she should have felt was replaced by a small pride. As her lover said, she should not be ashamed of herself anymore. She was beautiful and it would be a shame if she hides it.

Still, it was a difference; the first step to disregard her fame. Under Cardin's guidance, her mind was mildly at ease. She does not have to care for what others think of her. Her life is her own, and she wants to spend the rest of it with him.

"Careful, Pyrrha..." Cardin whispered as his hand squeezed his partner's rump underneath her shorts, "Someone might look at us and find that your boyfriend is teasing you in public." They stood by one of the alcoves, far from any other student. His arm was hidden behind her back, enough that even if anyone in front of them was to glance at their direction, they will just find them standing to close to each other because of the alcove.

"D-Don't be so rough! I-I might not be able to- mmmhhmph!" When she felt Cardin's hand slithered under her shorts, she was surprised. Not by his action, but the pleasure that came with it. His hands kneaded her buttcheeks like soft dough, his grip and squeeze sent pleasure coursing through her body. Her knees buckled when his fingers brushed her wet slit. She had to bit her lip from to hold her moans, which also made her more alluring at the same time. She wanted more. So much more. In her lust-addled mind, her hand brushed the meaty erection in Cardin's pants, stopping momentarily when she thought someone might see her.

"Wow, you're getting wet! I guess I did owe you one for what we did earlier." He wanted to kiss her right now. She was becoming bolder. "Do you want to cum? In front of these people?"

"Yes! Please! Please make me cum!" She pleaded with a throaty whisper, her form shook with excitement. She had to cover her mouth when her slit was penetrated by a finger. Her arousal had soaked her shorts, with the excess ran along her legs. His fat finger moved in a beckoning motion while it goes deeper with every stroke. She wanted him to go deeper, but any more would make it more noticeable that she was getting fingered in public.

She bit her glove when she came, her moans barely silence. She almost fell forward but she was saved when Cardin managed to keep her footing, even as her legs twist from her orgasm.

"She's fine! Just a sneeze."

She froze when she heard him. She realized that she didn't stop her voice in time, with a few students looked at her with concern. She faked a sneeze, two more for sure.

"Ye-yes! I'm fine!" Her voice cracked. Luckily, it was enough to fool them. Sweat dripped from her chin, her body looked like she ran through a rain. She turned towards her lover and found his not-quite-innocent smile, "Thank you, dear." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek. She wanted to do more, but it will have to do for now.

"We might need to slip away from the orientation since," she followed his cum-soaked finger towards the ground beneath her, "they might think you were doing something naughty." There was a small wet patch, made from her squirt being trapped by her soaked tight shorts.

"Good idea. Maybe somewhere private?" Her voice was filled with need, a need that he can certainly provide.

With that small intermission, Cardin noticed that the ring grew cold for the entirety of the ordeal. He now knew that only he can feel the cold since Pyrrha would have said otherwise. Maybe it was connected to the ring's other function: enforcing the mind.

As soon as the orientation ended, the pair hurried past the tide of bodies as students started to mingle and loiter on their own.