Jaune's Harem Part 2: Weiss FInalVer

After your encounter with Pyrrha, you returned to your room for some much deserved rest. Time passed and as everyone expected, you were appointed leader of team JNPR. Everything seems to be going so well, and your new found confidence makes you feel like you've been walking on air ever since you returned from the showers.

During the after party, every one is as merry as can be. There's drinks, there's dancing, there's music, and... there's Weiss. Weiss Schnee, like the beautiful mistress she is, has shot you down every chance she's gotten.
   'Not this time. This time, she will be mine.'

You find her, isolated, overlooking a balcony silhouetted by the moonlight. The way her brilliant chrome hair glowed gave you the urge to confront her. She is as intimidating as she's ever been, but tonight, nothing can stop you.

You try a flanking tactic instead of approaching her directly, and place your arms next to her's folded on the rim of the balcony without looking in her direction at all. Your aloofness, and sudden closeness causes her to nervously slide away from you.

"What do you want?"
"Who me? Nothing. Just wondering why you're out here all by yourself and not with me on the dance floor."
"Don't make me gag, freak. If you wanna go dance, do it with someone else. I hear you and Pyrrha are... close."
"Ah, that may be, but I came her for you, and you alone, snowflake."
You turn your head to look at her, and turn your body around to rest against the stone guardrails.
Through the corner of her eye she looks at you for a moment. Then she stands facing you looking a bit perplexed.

"Well, aren't I special. It would seem the great Jaune Arc would like to grace me with his presence."
"Hey, all I asked was what's the matter." You wave off her disdain and assert your swagger.
"It's none of your business, so back off playboy! And since when do you have the audacity to approach someone like me? Didn't I put you in your place 3 episodes ago?"

For a second, she looks into your eyes, as if she's trying to figure something out or put something together.
Then, her bewilderment, slowly turns into realization.

"Ohhh, I see whats going on here. I guess you really did fuck Pyrrha, huh? And now you're after me? Is that it?"

      'Shit! How did she find out? did Pyrrha tell her about this? Who else has she told?'

In the next moment Weiss abruptly steps forward and grabs you by your shirt collar and pulls you down to her level.

"Just what kind of woman do you think I am, you pig? Come at me like that again and I'll have your head nailed to a pike. Got it?"

She raises her leg, and powerfully steps on your foot. The pain causes you to audibly yelp as she pushes you on your back, and walks away. For a moment, you feel an almost unfamiliar feeling of embarrassment.  The old Jaune would probably just give up, but not you.

   'The old Jaune is dead. And Weiss is getting what's coming, but for now, I think I'll entertain myself with the other fish in the sea. The Jaune train has no brakes!'

LATER THAT EVENING

After a successful night of fun, you somehow manage to relinquish yourself of the sprawl of women hanging from your arms. Further down that hallway past your dorm room, you catch the sight of Weiss heading into her's having already changed into her silk white night-gown. Once you make eye contact she shoots you a look before entering her room that almost telepathically says
'Try me. If you have the balls for it.'

Instead of heading into your room, you walk up to her, still standing outside her doorway with her arms folded, as if she has the notion in her head that she's somehow going to come out of this without succumbing to your charms.
You lean on your shoulder against a wall and hold eye contact.

"You got something to say?"
"...What is your problem Weiss?"
You can tell she's already starting to get angry.
"My problem? You wan't to hear about my problems? Well how about this for starters: Some cocky, swaggering, jerk keeps waving his cock around in my face. Or how about this: All the most incompetent people I've meet so far suddenly have a higher status than me!"
"Oh, I see. So that's what this is about. You're upset because you weren't appointed leader of Team RWBY. Weiss, you really shouldn't be ashamed of something like that. You're an excellent fighter, and you would be an important part of any team, but you can't have everything you want all the time."
Her fury noticeably rises and she raises a hand to give you a slap. Reflexively, you raise your hand and block it.
"What the hell would you know about it? The amazing Jaune Arc, leader of his own team, is trying to humble himself down to my level? Pathetic. You're just some nosy freak who banged one girl and got an overgrown ego, from some backwater town, in the middle of nowhere. You're nothing. Just a big--"

"Shut up."   'Holy crap. did I just say that?!'
"What did you just say to me?!" She raises her arm once again, and prepares a full swing. You once again block it, but this time you grab her wrist.
"I said, shut up!"
"Let go of me you bastard!"
She struggles to break her wrist free, and makes multiple attempts to strike you that you parry with ease. You turn her wrist outward and her body follows, lest she be dealt pain. Her body falls into yours, and before she has time to struggle out of the grapple, you raise her up by the hips with a powerful arm, close and lock the door to her room, throw her onto her bed, and force her arms apart.

"Jeez, you keep going on about you status and wealth, but you're the one whose really pathetic here. How about you shut your mouth for a second and realize when someone is trying to reach out to you!"
You are leaned over her body, close enough to be looking directly into her eyes. In them, you see a mixture of fear, pain unlike the physical variety, anger, and remorse. Tears begin to form and you release her and reel backwards. You're not going to take her. Not like this. You may be a new man, but you've realized, that's not the kind of man you are. She sits up, hangs her head, and coils her body in a defensive position.

"Let me apologize, Weiss. It's obvious you're dealing with a lot of pain, and even I can tell that it extends far beyond your disappointment about your rank. I just thought I could help you. You distance yourself from everyone, and pretend like you hate everyone, but inside I can see that it's---"

"What do you want from me, Jaune? You forced your way in here, and despite your kind words even I know all you want is sex. Cut the bullshit, and just tell me what is it you want."

"Alright, fine. If that's the way you want it, I'll tell you. I want you to stop acting like you're above everyone, and try to accept yourself."
With that, you turn and make your way towards the door, but before you can manage to even unlock the door, you feel a hand grab at your sleeve.
"Wait!"
You turn to her and are greeted by a tear riddled face that defiantly tries to come off as angry.
"So that's it then. After all of that you're going to turn and leave?"
"I'm not going to force myself on you. You don't really seem to want me around."
"Oh, stop being so stupid. Do you even know the definition of "tsundere"?"
"Sorry, I don't have that kind of resolve.... Look Weiss, let me do you a favor. Just for tonight, even just for a moment, let me help you out. I know a way to take away some of that pain you keep bottled up inside."

Weiss looks down and wipes away her tears, then turns away from you, still holding onto your arm.
"Fine, but if we are going to do this, I'm calling the shots got it?"
"Yes ma'am."

She forcefully pulls you to the bed, then relinquishes you to stand in the middle of her room while she rummages through her drawers for something. After a moment, she returns to you holding a black headband.

"Tie this over your eyes and strip down. And no peeking, you hear me? You haven't earned that privileged yet."

You do as she says and tie it over your eyes. The lack of vision is somewhat disorienting as you clumsily disrobe, but through the tiny little holes of open space at the bottom of the ribbon, you get a small glimpse of Weiss' nightgown falling gently onto her bedroom floor. The sight coupled with the mystery of what truly lies beyond the blindfold gets you fully erect in seconds.

"Woooow. This is somewhat impressive..."
"So I've been told."
"Hmph."
 Her delicate hands sheepishly caress your manhood and it twitches in response. The sight seems to have shocked her a bit as you notice her pull back her hand.

"Well then, lets get started shall we?"
You hear her footsteps move away followed by the crunch of the springs in her bed. You start your way forward and begin leaning into her, but before you can continue she puts her hand against your chest and pushes you off of her.

"Whoa, hold on a second. We aren't there just yet."
"Then how should I service you, snowflake?"
"You can start by not calling me that. Now get on your knees."

You obey her command and drop down in front of her. You hear her position herself upright on the bed, then you feel her legs rest on your shoulders and cross over your back. You then sense the pungent aroma of her well maintained flesh, a mixture of cherry scented bath-salts and desperate lust.

"Well? What are waiting for? Service me."
       'Hang on a minute, I don't know what I'm doing here. I've only just had my first time earlier today. Is there a procedure for this or something?' The thoughts collide, and you are noticeably confused. Weiss gets annoyed at your hesitation and forcefully pulls your head down onto her lips. You don't really understand the process of doing this, Pyrrha seemed to know how to do it for you, but this is obviously different in many ways.

Setting aside your confusion, you open your mouth to allow your tongue to greet her slit. You clumsily fumble around the general area and begin to notice a few things. Firstly, Weiss is almost totally shaven. You desperately wish to see this for yourself, but you dare not disobey her orders. Secondly, the area enveloped by your mouth is flowing with a flavorless fluid of a strangely creamy viscosity. Lastly, as you move your tongue around you notice by feel as small lump near the top of the slit, and a deepening hole near the bottom, obviously the entry to her vagina.

The more you focus on the bump the more you notice it slightly twitches and moves when being assaulted by your tongue, and the more Weiss uncontrollably flexes and relaxes her body in no particular pattern.
     'Oh, I get it. It's just like in a game, where the boss' weak spot is a small, vulnerable, and concealed place on it's body. Which means that the more I ravage this particular spot... yeah... Alright, let's do this!'

You begin to put a rhythm into your movements, carefully planning your attack pattern. Weiss' legs buckle and grip around your skull in pleasure, as you thrown in variations of nibbling gently with your teeth, licking, and intensely sucking with your lips while using the tip of your tongue to assault the very tip of her clit. Weiss is in a fit now, almost as if she can't control her own body. Her hips are jerking up and down spasmodically, forcing you closer  into her. He hand is caught in between gently caressing your hair and forcefully pulling you down. Her moans and yelps echo into the corners of the room and it becomes a symphony of pleasure. Her slit is notably more wet than before, as her fluids begin to flow into your mouth and mix with your saliva.

"Ah, yes! Dammit Jaune... why are you so... GOOD... at this? Who knew less than a... AH!... A week into Beacon, i'd have... OH!... some guy lapping away at me... like a..."
Before she can get the last word out, her whole body cringes into you. Her hands begin to powerfully press into your head, her legs tighten around your shoulders, and her opening begins to spasm and squeeze out small squirts of liquid onto you. Suddenly it seems time stops around you. Her body is stiff and strong, for a moment you can not breath, and neither can she. Then, her grip releases you as she falls backwards. You gasp for air and catch your breath.

ELSEWHERE

Blake is enjoying an evening walk around the campus of Beacon Academy, when suddenly she hears a distant cry. She searches around, and rushes toward a two story high walkway, leveled off to the window of Weiss room. She looks through the window with shock and using her cat-like ears, she can hear the moans and screams of pleasure coming from Weiss' room.
"Oh... my...."
Blake jaunts off in confusion, but comes back with curiosity. Training her eyes through the mirror, she can make out the form of Weiss and one other engaged in the forbidden act...

BACK IN WEISS' ROOM

"Jaune... You can... take off the blindfold now..."
You dry your mouth on her bed sheets, which unsurprisingly are also very damp. Without hesitation you rip the black cloth from off of your eyes, and are welcomed to the sight of a satisfied looking Weiss. Her body lay sprawled over her bed as you stand. Her legs are wide open, too exhausted to be clung together in the that peculiar way women do. Her eyes slightly open, with tears leaking from them are focused on you.

She crosses her arms in a way the pushes her breasts up, arcs her back away from the bed, and raises her legs letting her feet rest on the edge of the bed.

She's welcoming you. And you've been as hard as dust crystals this whole time.
You fall into her, positioning yourself over her. She puts her arms over your shoulders and locks your lips tightly onto hers. You hold the kiss for a moment, coiling your tongues around each other's, as you manipulate one of her breasts and slide your hand down her waist. Her soft slender body folds into yours almost perfectly, almost like complete symmetry. You guide your member to her opening, and suddenly she breaks the kiss.

"Wait, Jaune."
"What is it?" Her face turns into a deep red.
"I... I've never gone this far before... I've never been..."
"I understand. So what do you want me to do?"
"Just... be gentle. Take it slow, okay?"
Those words, this moment, and the slight, but brilliant smile she gave you genuinely hurts your member. You can't take much more if this.
You slowly enter into her, and notice her jaw tighten in preparation. You get in deeper until you reach a stopping point. The tightness, the warmth, the slick feel of her insides almost makes you lose control, but you don't. For her sake.
       'Just a little push...'
You use your hips to abruptly thrust forward into her. As you feel it tear you can see her holding back a yell. You gently begin to move slowly in and out of her.
After a few moments, the two of you have found a rhythm, and she seems much more comfortable.

"Jaune, it feels okay now, but I want a little more."
Without a word, you pick up speed and increase the power of each thrust. Those same moans of pleasure once again fill the room, and you steadily increase your rate of fire. It isn't long until you are pounding away at her like a jackhammer. Her nails, almost like claws begin to cut into your back, and now you are assured you're doing your job right.
  'No holding back now!'

"Jaune! Juane that's too much more! JAUNE!"
You reach within the depths of your soul, and your aura begins to flow throughout her entire body. Her aura then activates and shines with a bright white glow, same as yours. You unleash the full force of your body onto her, and you can feel her arms weakening their grip around your shoulders. Once she lets go, you sit up and continue thrusting, but her body has gone so limp that you must use your hands to actively raise her hips to your member, arcing her back as her upper body lay on the bed. You are completely controlling her movements, as she has climaxed multiple times in the last few minutes she can no longer help but look up you desperate for maximum pleasure. You simply must oblige her. You pull almost completely out of her, then in the last few moments, you thrust with all your might into her one final time. The way her body is juxtaposed to yours gives you the excellent sight of your penis forming a bulge outside of her lower belly, and with that you feel a torrent of fluids flow out of you into the deepest parts of her. So much is coming out, it takes you almost a minute to fully empty yourself, and she is clasped so tight around you that is spills out of her vagina, over her anus, and drips from her back onto her sheets. You pull out and to your surprise, she reaches over her vagina and begins to anxiously finger herself as you lower her down. It's almost as if she doesn't want any of it to escape. She brings her stained hand over her face and says
"It's so white... just like me." She begins to enthusiastically lick  the fluids from her fingers, and once done with her feast, she shuts her eyes to rest. You take hold of her free hand and lay on your side to rest as well.

ON A WALK WAY ACROSS FROM WEISS' ROOM

"Hmmm.... hnnnn....ngh.... ah!... AH!.... AAHHHH!"
Blake lies across a pathway looking into Weiss' room. She doesn't really understand the situation, but her instincts over came her. She couldn't resist the wave of pleasure that hit her when she looked through Weiss' windows. Noticing that she has reached her climax, and that the action is over for Weiss and Jaune, she slowly pulls her long fingers from out of her folds, rubs her clitoris for a moment, hoping for a little bit more. As she does this, one final shock of pleasure reaches through her.
"NGH!"
She leans forward into the guard railings, removes her doused fingers from her pants and licks them clean. Once finished, she stands up, placing her shirt back over her breasts, and begins to walk back to her room.

".... I wonder... what the real thing feels like..."

THE NEXT MORNING

After a quick shower, you get dressed and prepare to leave.
"That was certainly fun."
"You know me. I aim to please."
"Well you certainly did. So, who's next on your list." The words seem to fall from her lips like venom from a fang, and they strike fear into you.
"Uh, I, Uh... I'm not really planning this. And... I'm not exactly planning NOT to do this again. Things just seem to happen as they happen..."
"I see..." She looks down to her feet in disappointment, but then raises her head with the devilish smile. She walks up to you, pulls you by the collar, and gives you a deep, prolonged, kiss. Beyond the layers of pleasure, you can taste a somewhat stinging pain in her heart. As she draws away, blushing harshly, she presses her body against yours, looking up to you.

"Well, since you're a full blown man-whore now, I expect to be able to selfishly call upon your services whenever I please, right?"
The notion makes you feel happy beyond the regret of letting her down. You feel almost as if there were some deeper feelings behind the sex, the affection, on both sides of this relationship. You decide it best not to inspire true emotion, lest you wind up seriously hurting yourself, and more importantly, her in the process. You wrap your arm around her waist, use your index finger to lift her head and say

"For you, anything..."
"Great..." In a single fluid motion Weiss treacherously opens the door behind you, grabs your arm twisting it over her head, causing you much pain in the process, and kicks you in the back, thrusting you out of her doorway. With a smile she yells
"Now, get out of my room you freak!"

As you are thrown onto the floor, a lot of the other students passing by in the halls notice the incident. Ruby and Yang, whose rooms were adjacent to Weiss' look at you perplexed, Ruby more so than Yang, while Yang's expression changes from surprise, to a challenging grin.

And with that, you pick yourself up and head to your room to prepare for the day.