Let her decide

Jaune shrugged playfully

"You won the game. Your choice" he said plainly.

Blake bit her lip.

"Then... there's... something I've always wanted to do..."

Jaune simply nodded as if to say "well, go ahead" but to his surprise, she didn't lunge at him. Instead, she moved towards her bed, dodging around the two clucking girls in the room, and eventually emerging with a small box, placing it before Jaune. He peeked inside, then smiled.

"We can do this."

It took a bit of work, but after about five minutes, the stage was set.

Blake was laying on her back in bed, her eyes covered by a blindfold, a ball gag in her mouth. Her hands and legs spread in four directions, linked to the bedposts by four pairs of fuzzy, black handcuffs.

Jaune positioned himself between her legs, first starting with his fingers and pumping them in and out of her.

"Hrm heem herm hmhm?" Blake tried to say, her voice blocked by the gag.

"Did you just ask if those are my fingers?"

"Mhm."

"Well, that would ruin the point, wouldn't it?" he teased "What if I told you it was actually two fries?"

Blake didn't respond. He knew that was a ridiculous notion. But... he had other ideas.

He reached for her bedside table, pulling out a tube of pink lipstick. He pulled his fingers out, and began using it to fuck her. Her body immediately shivered.

"HRS HRRD!"

"Of course it's cold" he teased, continuing to push it in and out of her. "Wanna know what it is?"

"HM!" she replied.

Jaune smirked, pulling it out of her, then inserting his cock. He removed the cap of the lipstick, and began running it along her skin, writing on her.

"Any guesses?"

"Hm..?" she replied, clearly confused by whatever he had been using... all the while, her remaining sense of hearing being assaulted by a myriad of clucking.