Weiss

"Weiss Schnee." Goodwitch announced, adjusting her glasses.

Jaune's cock twitched at the reminder of what he'd just been doing, and looked down at the girls in front of him. Blake pulled her lips away from Weiss's with an annoyed and disappointed growl, yanking her hand out from Weiss's skirt and pressing them into her mouth, forcing the girl to lick her slick fingers clean before finally releasing her.

A minute later, Jaune stood across the arena from Weiss, who was still flushed with the afterglow, and though she valiantly did her best, could not hide the minute tremble in her arms and legs.

Jaune smirked, confidence flooding him. It was hard to be intimidated by someone he'd just been thoroughly dominating.

Weiss started off as she usually did, with a barrage of fire balls that arced at and around him. Jaune rose his shield before him, and charged straight through, trusting his aura to protect him. Bursting out of the cloud of fire, Weiss had vanished from her original position. Before he could look around, a shower of icicles raced at him from his right, painfully striking his unshielded side. As he spun to get his shield between him and the ****, he was only able to catch a brief glimpse of Weiss blurring around him, launching intermittent attacks from all sides, ranging from fire, to ice, to white lasers.

Jaune grit his teeth, weathering the ****, committing himself to defense. He'd just have to wait out her offense until she either ran out of dust, or slipped up. If there was one thing he was good at in a fight, it was being able to take a beating and keep right on going.

Soon enough, the opportunity Jaune was waiting for came up, as Weiss stumbled, missing her latest barrage of ice, and losing her balance. Capitalizing on the opening, Jaune angled his shield, deflecting the ice away from him and charged her, reaching her before she could regain her balance and slamming his shield into her. Her attempted parry was crushed back into her body, sending her stumbling back and opening her up to a couple of slashes that took a large chunk of her aura off before she managed to bring her guard back up.

Despite the ordeal they'd subjected her to only minutes before, Weiss's speed, precision and agility was slowly turning the fight back on him, dodging to the side and slipping the point of her rapier between the heel of his palm and the grip on his sword. With a strong thrust, she **** his hand open, and with a flourish sent he sword careening over the edge of the arena and leaving him with a badly stinging palm.

Stepping back, Weiss gave him a smirk of her own before rushing back in with a newly invigorated ****.

Jaune growled, backing away under the attack, rapidly shifting his shield to catch the thin blade. Then Weiss added a new twist. With a flick of her wrist, electricity coated her sword and sent painful jolts through him with each strike he blocked.

Getting fed up with the ****, Jaune called back to all his spars with Yang and the advice she and Pyrrha gave him. He had a massive aura capacity. Even now, it was just approaching the yellow, while Weiss was hovering at a little less than half. So, why not take advantage?

Shifting his guard open, he watched Weiss lunge forward with a triumphant cry, rapier slamming into his stomach just under his chest plate, and dragging painfully to the left as he turned and took a step forward, and crushing his arm around hers, trapping her against him. With a strong twist, he saw her grimace in pain, and heard her weapon clatter on the ground.

Jaune panted, and grinned down at her. "Give up yet?"

She glared before attempting to knee him in the groin, only stopped by him instinctively lifting his own leg to block, mentally thanking his girlfriends for their rigorous training, and with a quick leg sweep, had Weiss on the ground. After a brief scuffle, he had the diminutive girl on her girl, one hand holding her wrists behind her back.

"How about now?" He asked, giving her a sharp spank, that made her squeak in shock.

"Never!" The willful girl struggled more, as he fondled her backside, considering his options. Weiss's struggles slowed, quiet moans escaping her lips as his fingers brushed her panty clad pussy. "You know, I kind of wonder just what so many of you girls are doing, going into fights in skirts and or heels. Why is it? Maybe you're just hoping to catch a certain kind of attention, or the thrill of flashing a little something while doing all those fancy flips of yours?"

Weiss flushed in response, glaring embarrassedly over her shoulder. "It's a combat skirt!" Jaune vaguely heard Ruby shouting her agreement. "And no! I don't surrender! A good Huntress doesn't give up so easily!" Jaune sighed in exasperation. He really didn't want to just beat a girl while she was down and helpless. So he'd have to **** her to surrender.

"Fine, fine." He said casually, moving his hand from her ass to his waist, undoing his belt. Once he had it free, he firmly secured Weiss's arms together, calling upon Blake's and Goodwitch's lessons in restraints. "You just let me know when you're ready to surrender to me." Weiss's eyes widened as he pulled her panties off, leaving them around her knees, and dropping his cock at her slick pussy. Weiss shivered at the touch, her breathing increasing.

With a firm grip on her waist, Jaune leisurely sheathed himself inside her, Weiss, tensing and releasing long groan that grew in volume the more he inserted.

There, in front of the whole class, some cheering, all watching in various degrees of arousal, as he literally fucked his opponent into submission. Weiss's moaning escalated, as she thrust her hips back at Jaune.

"Yes, yes yes yes!" She whimpered out rapidly "I'm cumming!" Her back arched and her moans reached a crescendo.

And then Jaune pulled out, his firm grip on her hips preventing her from pushing herself over the edge.

"W-what!?" She shot a look of disbelief at him, panting in need. "Why'd you stop!?" She shrieked indignantly

"Do you surrender?" He smirked at her

Weiss's eyes widened in realization, before narrowing in outrage. "Never!" She hissed, furious over her denied release.

Jaune met her defiant gaze for a few moments before grinning wider. "I was hoping you'd say that!" And plunged back into her pussy, Weiss's forehead slapping into the arena floor in shock.

It continued like this for several long, torturous minutes for Weiss. Repeatedly being brought to the edge of orgasm, before the despair of having it denied to her again and again. Weiss lost track of the time, and was soon begging for release.

"Please!" Weiss shouted out for the whole room to hear, entire body shaking desperately "Please let me cum!" Her eyes watered at the overwhelming need.

"You know what I want Weiss!" He shouted back at her.

Weiss growled animalistically before finally giving it. "I surrender! You win, now let me fucking cum!"

"Good girl!" He cooed at her, and began fucking her with renewed vigor, quickly driving her over the edge. Weiss shrieked in ecstasy, tongue lolling out of her mouth.

"So good!" The girl groaned out dazedly. "So good!"

Jaune rolled them onto their sides, and hooked her leg over his own, putting their coupling on display for the whole, much to their approval if the cheers were anything to go by, and after another minute of fucking her tight pussy, finally shoved himself as deep inside her as she could and filled her womb with his seed.

Jaune lay there as Goodwitch announced his victory, basking in his first win. It may have been unconventional, but he'd take it.

After a few moments of breathing in Weiss's flowery scented hair, he pushed her between his legs where she dutifully cleaned up his still stiff cock, before he picked her up, and carried her back into the stands and reclaimed his seat, placing Weiss back on her knees before him, and had her continue tending to his cock throughout the rest of the lesson.

"Congrats stud!" Yang hopped into the seat next to him, grinning widely before grabbing his face and rewarding him with a deep, tongue filled kiss. "First win, and it's over Weiss cream no less!" Yang giggled at her own joke. "Weiss cream, heh! More appropriate than ever before!" She leered at the cum leaking from the heiress's pussy, Weiss glaring at her but not interrupting her blow job, even as Yang leaned down to kiss Weiss on the cheek, and play with the bound girls modest breasts. "But hey, it seems like your quite enjoying your consolation prize."

"Enjoying the spoils of your victory I see." Pyrrha sat on Jaune's other side, giving him her own congratulatory kiss, softer, but no less affectionate than Yang's, before grabbing Weiss's head up off his cock and swallowing her protest with her own mouth. Weiss tensed before almost immediately melting into the champions hands, eagerly kissing back, perhaps even more enthusiastically than she'd ever done with Jaune. After a moment of this, Pyrrha pushed her way, Weiss lunging desperately forward and managing to steal one last kiss, "And we'll be enjoying those spoils as well tonight." Pyrrha smiled beautifully before pushing her face back down on Jaune's cock, Weiss putting even more energy into it than before, eyes shining in anticipation.

"I think she's more excited for Pyrrha than she is for Jaune." Blake drawled out, as she crawled under Weiss, settling under the heiress to suck out as much of Jaune's delicious seed from her cunt as she could, Weiss pressing her hips down appreciatively on her face.

Jaune relaxed further into his seat, prepared to enjoy the rest of the class, having scored his first win. Having his defeated foe servicing his cock was just icing on the cake.