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The Rose reaper and her shining dork knight: Ruby's birthday present (NSFW)

(Another name is also. "Jaune loses his rights to his butt cheeks and pelvis")

(this is it. This is where y'all get what I've been leading to. I hope you perverts enjoy. But seriously I'm going to regret making this but damnit I've hinted they'll fuck might aswell keep letting the venom bite into me.)

Jaune gulped softly as he was arguing with himself on whether this was really a good idea. He found himself wrapped in gift wrapping paper as a large orange bow. He was bound and completely helpless and for some reason.. BOY WAS HE TURNED ALL THE WAY ON! He waited in his and ruby bedroom as he waited for his rose reaper to appear and probably do some very... Inappropriate and VERY provocative things to his man buns.

Suddenly the door opened as Ruby looked around the house in a panic.

Ruby: jaune! Jaune where are you?! I got your texts-

Jaune: i-i'm in the room rubes!

Ruby walked in and saw him as he had a nervous grin on his face.

Jaune: h-happy 20th birthday rubes.. i-i hope you like your present-

Ruby: jaune.. this is sweet and all but um... I was expecting something like a new type of dust ammo. But-

Jaune: you hate it don't you. Ah you hate it

Jaune sat down on the bed and looked down ashamed.

Jaune: I should have just gotten that new dust ammo.. maybe even a ticket to the hall of huntsmen-

Ruby: jaune!

Jaune looked at Ruby as he finally noticed the rather red face she had as she began taking off her gear before only being in her dress and cloak. She walked up to him and sat on his lap as she looked him in the eyes.

Ruby: I don't hate the gift. Infact I love it, it's just in most of the.... Filth I MAY have borrowed from Blake. All of the guys were the ones to pick up the female leads and well...

Jaune: proceed to rock their world? Wait did you just admit you read Blake stash of por-

Ruby: ah stop stop! Let's not bring up my degeneracy.. I don't need yang giving me "the talk" after so long.. point Is, I was expecting something a little more rough and gruff out of you-

Jaune: ruby you know Im not like that-

Ruby: I KNOW! I know.. and I'll be honest, Im glad you aren't a jerk whose obsessed with being ontop.. makes things more... Soft. Now as to what I wanna do with this new gift~

Jaunes face went red as he gulped before ruby grabbed the wrapping paper before petal Bursting around him ripping the paper off before jaune was bare and ruby sat on his lap again as she looked at him with a stare of lust only Nora could match when her and Ren did it.

Ruby kissed him deeply and held him close as jaune was trying to kiss back but felt overwhelmed as his "little mors" rose..

(ok can we just say dick?! It's not a Christian site just say dick and pussy! .... Because we'll get strike down? Fine we'll go to censorship!)

Ruby just smiled as she snake her hand to beneath her and soon she raised her self up and sat on his little mors. Jaune immediately let out a soft moan as Ruby began bouncing on him as she panted softly. She began speeding up as she kissed him deeply forcing open his mouth and wrapping her tongue around hers before jaune put his hands on her hips before flipping them over as jaune began thrusting as both him and Ruby moaned into the kiss as ruby wrap her legs around his hips as he goes faster.

Ruby pulled away and looked at him as she whispered into his ear.

Ruby: I thought you weren't rough and gruff?~

Jaune: i-i'm not- WOAH!

Suddenly ruby flipped them over and was now riding him rapidly as rose petals began to fall from her cloak as she went even faster as jaune moaned more as he already felt his body began tingling as his climax was reaching.

Jaune: r-ruby, i-i'm-

Ruby: good! Now give me it jaune!~ give me my big white sticky present!~

Jaune: r-ruby?!-

Ruby: GIVE ME THAT FAT ARC LOAD HONEY~

Suddenly ruby stopped as jaune threw his head back and MOANED out Ruby's name as he began pumping his "fertilizer" into Ruby as she shivered vigorously with her clutching her shoulders and grinning as she did.

Ruby: o-oh that's it~ h-happy b-birthday to me~

Jaune soon stood pumping his fertilizer as he panted heavily before ruby slumped onto his chest as the twos exhausted pants synchronized as they just looked at each other.

Jaune: it's... It's gonna be a while before I might have that amount again... S-so.. how was your first time?

Ruby: it felt good~ but I know this'll only get better.. but now it's cuddle time.

Jaune: agreed..

Jaune wrapped his arms around her waist and soon the two fell asleep as they would later discover they both sprained their pelvis. So having to explain that to Ruby's family was... "Fun"

(and I think that's where I want to call this story in. Don't get me wrong I enjoyed writing this series but I think I'm kind of done. I was originally planning the surprise to be a final battle between ruby and jaune vs a new Grimm that was made to specifically fuck with their heads. But eh. Hope you all enjoyed this run I've had. Now to vanish into the night! mwahahahahaha!)

(but seriously I need to shower because I feel like FILTH)

(the following is just straight up smut so please don't continue reading)

Jaune couldn't exactly pin down what happened in his head after those five simple words. But now hes here pounding weiss like a dog in a rut as weiss moaned out his name.

(gentlemen this is the rare time I go against my rule of wanting to make jaune tender and it is because of one of thing. Weiss is a fuckin bottom)

"want to play a game?"

Weiss: j-jaune~ don't stop~ d-destroy me~

Jaune knew that this was wrong, he was fucking one of his friends who was ABSOLUTELY drunk but he felt this urge just to pound the heiress into the sheets and so far the face she had on her was definitely making jaune more turned on. He face was contorted into a wide open-mouthed smile as she panted heavily, as her pupils were hearts at this point as she continued moaning out his name.

Jaune kept pounding as he smacked her ass hard with her moaning louder as her tongue stuck out a she continued to pant heavily.

Jaune: f-fuck, so tight~

Weiss: good to k-know you like my insides~

Jaune went harder as Weiss moaned more and more as she could feel her mind slipping. Jaune continued the assault on her cunt as he sped up with him delivering another powerful SLAP to her ass with another loud moan escaping Weiss.

Jaune had no doubt everyone could hear the things he was doing to Weiss, the sound of sweat soaked flesh pounding against one another, the begging for more of the lust driven abuse, and the gutteral MOANS that escaped the once Nobel and prestigious heiress known as Weiss schnee's mouth as jaune reshaped her insides to fit his dick.

Jaune: Weiss, I pray you don't remember this.. i pray this is just a wet dream

Jaune would keep going as weiss' face showed that she was in all sense of word, "broken" her eyes were rolled to the back of her skull, her mouth was wide open as she was speaking gibberish as tongue hung out, her face was red from her forehead down to her eyes as jaune soon felt his dick THROB, signifying he was about to climax. He kept going as he reached out before grabbing the heiress by the hair and tugged on it causing her head to be forced upwards as she soon felt him go DEEP and began emptying his GALLONS of seed as Weiss let out one last moan.

Weiss: JAUNE~

Jaune could barely remember after that as he and Weiss flopped on top of the bed as Jaune panted heavily as he saw Weiss look at him before hugging him as he last thing he heard before falling asleep was-

Weiss: I love you~

(end?)

Weiss: So listen *hic* I’m somewhere between fuck you and I’d let you fuck me.

Jaune: Did Yang spike the eggnog?

Jaune: *looks around for Yang*

Weiss: Don’t change the subject. Eyes on me please. Thank you.

Weiss: *Cups his cheek and makes him look at her*

Weiss: There. Now that’s better for everyone involved.

Jaune: What has gotten into you?

Weiss: Not sure. Have you always had such pretty eyes?

Jaune: Last time I checked. Don’t start flirting with me Weiss. I will catch feelings and you won’t.

Weiss: *pouts* I wouldn’t *hic* be so sure about that. What makes you think I won’t catch feelings.

Jaune: General rule of thumb for me and women.

Weiss: Maybe I feel like breaking the rules.

Jaune: I didn’t have you pegged as the naughty type. More of a stickler for the rules.

Weiss: Maybe tonight I’m feeling naughty. Who could say?

Jaune: It sounds like you could.

Weiss: Then where would be the fun for you? Do you like mysteries? Want to play a *hic* game?

Cardin's Nights Out

Cardin never really stayed out and made it a point to return to Beacon after a late night in the city. However, whenever Cardin fails to return to Beacon, his teammates notice that it usually happens after CRDL gets into a fight with a girl in Beacon.

Coco Adel: Coco knocks him out with her purse after she overhears Cardin's racist remarks about Velvet to his teammates. Cardin then wakes up unable to feel his arms and legs, cozy and comfortable in a luxuriously soft bed, and watching Coco in her underwear fixing her makeup before a tall standing mirror.

Nora Valkyrie: Cardin pushes Jaune into a locker. Nora punts Cardin into oblivion with her hammer. Cardin then wakes up to the smell of burnt milk and finds himself in a kitchen destroyed by Nora's attempt at breakfast. However, since Nora was wearing nothing but his shirt from the night before, Cardin can't bring himself to say anything about the damage.

Pyrrha Nikos: Cardin had not done anything to anyone that day, but that did not stop Pyrrha from dominating his team in another 4 v 1 fight. Cardin wakes up earlier than Pyrrha this time, and after his first cup of coffee, he spends the morning just staring at Pyrrha while she sleeps. Stretched out across the bed, red hair sticking to her face in damp strands across her unlined brow, and her sharp-edged, muscular body, like Aphrodite in Botticelli's 'Birth of Venus', covered only with more of Pyrrha's hair and the shameless contentment of satisfaction Jaune could not provide.

Cardin then leaves Pyrrha to sleep it off because even he finds the cuckolding weird as all hell.r

Condoms, let's see them

Dove Bronzewing: CONDOMS. Let's see them!

Pyrrha Nikos: W-What do you mean?

Dove: Let me see the condoms you're about to put on Cardin's wiener!

Dove snatched the condom Pyrrha handed over hesitantly and began to scrutinize the innocent package with the eyes of a craftsman. A subtle smirk of victory sharpened the raptor's cunning that featured heavily on Dove's face before Dove opened and poured his beer into the condom.

The triumph on Dove's face was matched by the look of revulsion and horror on Cardin's as beer leaked out through the multitude of holes that Pyrrha had pierced through the condom. At the same time, Pyrrha pounced on Cardin and begged the bewildered Huntsman to put a baby in her belly because Jaune couldn't satisfy her.l

Dove: Zip it, psycho! Go and be happy with Jaune's micro-penis! Get out!

Dove's voice rose to a high-pitched squeal as Pyrrha ran, humiliated, from CRDL's dorm.

Dove: GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!

Pyrrah vs. CRDL rematch

While Jaune saved Cardin from an Ursa Major, Jaune still forged his combat records to get into Beacon Academy. This was why Jaune's severe injuries during a mission when Pyrrha was not around came as no big surprise to anyone.

Desperate, Pyrrha could only turn to Cardin Winchester for help with the medical expenses, to which Cardin agreed if Pyrrha would allow Cardin to show her one good night on the town.

Pyrrha managed to endure Cardin's assault early on. However, when the rest of team CRDL joined in that evening, Pyrrha's Amazonian body and warrior spirit gave out soon after. Overwhelmed by CRDL's insatiable appetite and debauched lust.

In the end, Pyrrha was draped between Cardin and Dove like a prize deer. Broken, exhausted, and her magnificent figure glazed in a mix of her and CRDL's filth. Her alabaster pale skin was also swollen red after hours under the roughly assertive attention of CRDL's expert hands. The photos taken of the evening were distributed to some of Cardin's close friends in the hospital wing where Jaune was convalescing.

A package was prepared for Jaune as a get-well gift. After all, what were friends for?

CRDL vs. Kali Belladonna

Kali had no idea how allowing CRDL into her bedroom would have protected her family from harm. She had long forgotten why she had accepted Cardin's challenges and succumbed to his taunts. All Kali knew now was that she was barely a workout for the youthful strength of Cardin Winchester, and barely a hurdle for CRDL at once.

If Kali was younger, she may have been able to do something about CRDL. There was no doubt that Kali still retained her skills and experience that made Ghira her husband and Jaune Arc her lover. But she fought CRDL like a young woman and was destroyed by CRDL who had more experience than Kali in that department.

In the contest of lust and will, CRDL showed Kali her place in the bedroom. It was at CRDL's feet, spread across her sweat-stinking bedsheets like butter on toast. Her soft, helpless body was battered into limp jelly by the hardened, and battle-forged weapons CRDL possessed. More powerful and enduring than anything Jaune or Ghira had equipped. Her mind, too was broken after that fierce fight. Overpowered, pushed far beyond any limits she could have ever possessed, Kali had begged for mercy until she lost her ability to speak, then screamed until her voice broke like the dam between her legs all over the wedding and family photos strewn around the bedroom.

Kali was so broken that when Blake found CRDL leering over her mother's shattered frame, and when CRDL offered Kali a chance to finally rest in exchange for her daughter, Kali fell asleep to Blake's screams as CRDL turned their dissatisfaction unto the younger Belladonna ...

JAUNE'S HAREM (BAD ENDING)

Professor Jaune Arc's patience with the three most obnoxious girls ended one fine day, and he dragged them to the counselor's room to put the fear of authority into the three smug little brats.

Jaune had then made the mistake of laying his hands on one of the girls. It didn't matter who, but he was offered one chance; make them cum before he did or clear out his desk in the morning.

"No~! Gonna cum~! Wait, please~!"

Jaune had fought valiantly, but he was just one man against three of the most experienced girls in the school.

Heroically, he pinned the dusky Emerald Sustrai and, with a powerful thrust, splashed Emerald's juices down the side of a nearby desk.

With brute strength and luck, he subdued Cinder Fall and dampened her fire with ropes of cum across Cinder's cold face.

However, that tribute to his male ego was too reckless, and Jaune was exhausted when he faced Neo Politan.

His body was paying now for her over-eagerness in the earlier rounds. When Jaune engaged Neo, his legs turned to jelly and buckled at the knees while Neo's legs held steady as marble pillars in a proud letter 'A' against Jaune's impotent invasion of her ivory-cold body. Neo's wide hips and slender belly clenched, tight, and wet around the tortured muscles of Jaune's long, weakened shaft, which caused white spots to flash in his eyes as Neo's womb milked him from root to tip.

The sounds that filled the classroom as Jaune and Neo grappled made Jaune nauseous with dread and pleasure. At his peak, Jaune would still be too weak to overpower the girl and he was now too tired to counter her thrusts.

In a hoarse voice, he cursed Neo to clear his mind from the soaked, sticky sensation that clung to his hips like wet film. He pressed close and spat vitriol into Neo's ear, spanked her ass, cast aspersions on her virtue, and called her every kind of whore from Arkansas to Salem, Massachusetts until Neo's relentless rhythm strangled Jaune's voice into a strangled, helpless whine.

Neo laughed and relished Jaune's slavish worship of her incomparable body. Her scent was a mix of vanilla perfume, strawberry sweat, and feminine triumph, which set Jaune's brain abuzz like an agitated hive and eroded Jaune's will. Jaune had proven himself worthy prey, but his masculine fury was ultimately impotent compared to Neo's experience, her consummate skill, and a figure that would have put Aphrodite to shame.

The game was over once Cinder and Emerald recovered, pressed their sweat-slick bodies against Jaune's back, and dragged Jaune down to the floor. Jaune bucked and kicked like a downed antelope. Neo stared hungrily at Jaune's cock, hard to the point of uselessness, then smiled at Jaune as she ran her long tongue once up the tortured length of wet, exhausted muscle.

Jaune squealed and tried to shove himself into Neo's mouth, but the girls had let him go, and they laughed as he scrabbled across the classroom floor, looking for warm flesh to press his cock against.

"Please~! Have mercy~!"

Jaune then sobbed as he was forced to cum in his hand just like he did when his mother caught him in flagrante with his first lingerie catalogue.

Broken, Jaune held his useless meat as it bled white between his soft thighs, and he begged that the girls let him slink away with some measure of dignity intact. Unsatisfied, Cinder and Emerald had their revenge for Jaune's temporary victory over them, while Neo took her own trophies from her latest victim. The photos of Jaune's defeat would ensure the punishment of the three girls, but Jaune's humiliation is something he could never recover from. He would never again earn any respect from his students and peers, and all Jaune could do was leave the Academy in shame for the rest of his days.

JAUNE'S JOURNEY ENDS HERE

Man of the House

The musky aroma of Willow Schnee's ripe body was the only thing that her son, Whitley, noticed. It was a unique perfume of alcohol, expensive moth-eaten silk, and the copious sweat of an unfulfilled, unsatisfied slut.

That odor was a constant with Willow, much like her alcoholism. In the confines of the four-poster bed of Willow's bedroom, however, naked save for her unrivaled beauty and the garters that held up what remained of a pair of satin stockings. Willow's scent was free to mingle with the ruined bed sheets, the musty abandonment that infused the walls of the room, and Whitley's naked lust which ran in copious streams down his slender chest before it pooled in the pit where his pale, down covered ram plundered his mother's endless, swampy depths. More lust flooded freely down Willow's thighs every time Whitley bottomed out against his mother's back.

"My man!" Willow said as her hips ground against Whitley's crotch, "My strong, courageous man! Show me your strength and fuck me!"

Willow abruptly groaned with an animal howl of undeniable emotion and raw sensation that boiled up from between her legs and up her spine and belly. Her wide hips and back tossed ferociously like a stuck mare before she doubled over and groaned again into the pile of thick pillows stacked beneath her.

From behind, Whitley gritted his teeth and groaned as well. It was a yell of extreme, muscular exertion and represented Whitley's exercise of all his strength to pull back on Willow's arms and ride out her frenetic orgasm without getting pulled down onto the bed. If Whitley hits the sheets, he won't be able to get up again, and it is proof of his skill as a horseman that he kept his balance through that ordeal.

At the end of Willow's orgasm, however, Whitley was thoroughly smashed and he had to rest himself against Willow's sweat-drenched back. The rise and fall of her back against Whitley's chest sent a wave of warmth down to the marrow of his bones, and he would have fallen asleep had Willow not stirred, placed her wet, slurred lips close to Whitley's head and said.

"My man, my glorious, fabulous man! So much stronger than your father ~!"

The impact of his adultery and the fact that he had taken the wife of the man he respected most flared in Whitley's mind and sent a wave of shame through his slender frame. He pushed tight against Willow so that her body could cover his nakedness and said,

"I am your son, mother. Not an emotional tampon for your dissatisfaction with father."

Willow responded with a sharp yank on Whitley's hair and forced him to look into her eyes.

"You are my man! Even if you are not, you are the only man in this family after your father! You must prove yourself, whatever the circumstances, you must prove yourself!"

Forced to behold his mother's body, forced to look away from the insane lust that blazed in her once matronly face, the fact that his mother was a wretched wreck of a woman slapped him across the cheek. Her skin was still a perfect, porcelain pale save for the thin blue veins across the tips of her breasts which ruined the cold tundra landscape. Those same breasts were heavy and ripe but hung slightly loose down her sides and exposed the valley of her cleavage. The pouch of belly fat that was always hidden by the corsets she wore fell obscene across her hips, and added a vulgar manner to the white bush that crowned the triangle of flesh that quivered in damp anticipation.

Willow was in a wretched state then, and that was what made Whitley want her most of all.

Willow squealed as Whitley forced her back against the bed and plunged fully into her depths with renewed vigor. The force of Whitley's assault made a horrendous din whenever the bedframe struck the bedroom wall. A din overshadowed by the bestial harmony that swelled from between the bodies of Willow and Whitley. To call those noises animalistic would be a disservice to the beasts of the field and the farm. No animal at their most primal could fall to the depths of the degeneracy plunged by mother and son that torrid night.

Whitley's masculine performance that night could not be outdone, but his untrained and inexperienced body soon proved no match for Willow. Undoubtedly, Willow was far past her prime as a woman. Yet the ardor within her belly burned hot enough to melt the finest blades a man could raise against her. As Whitley struck Willow down, again and again, his back had unknowingly begun to arch farther and farther backward. He had lost control over the rhythm of his thrusts, and he had eagerly overextended his reserves in his wanton abandon.

There then was a painful, paralyzing lurch deep in Whitley's bowels, and the brave hero was struck down before the finish line.

"NO!" Willow said as the sudden paralysis of her son's efforts broke the woman out of her lust-fueled stupor. She had gotten close, but her son had betrayed her expectations and ruined that night's rapturous work.

"Be strong, Whitley!" Willow said again as she spat into her hand and shoved it down between her legs. With clumsy desperation, she alternated furiously between an attempt to bring herself over the edge, and tried to hold her son's eruption back for just a few seconds more.

"Aren't you a man, Whitley?! A strong man?! Show me that you are a man! Fight!"

Helplessly, Whitley lunged forward to kiss his mother on the lips before his weakened, exhausted cock was defeated and he broke just short of his mother's gates. Admirably, Whitley did not give up even at the end. He planted kisses on Willow's face and pawed desperately at her breasts. He even attempted to use his fingers to accomplish what his cock failed to do. It was all in vain, however, and Whitley could only embrace Willow as his loss was indelibly stamped into his body as he quivered, spasmed, and finally fell still.

When Whitley was finally able to get back up, any hopes he had were dashed when he beheld Willow as she lay flat on her back. The marks of their love duel still marked Willow; her hair was disheveled and matted, fluids oozed lazily down her thigh, and her breasts were bared to her son. However, Willow had one hand draped over her face, and her face was turned resolutely to the side.

Willow did not respond when Whitley tried to kiss her, and in his frustrated anger he cursed Willow with all the breath he could muster; Whitley cursed her insensitive womb and her temptress's ways, cursed the burden she had placed upon him, and cursed her deception that brought him to this humiliation.

When Whitley could think of nothing more to say, he petulantly drove his cock into Willow again. Willow once again did not respond and allowed her son to vent himself against her body until the weakness came over him again after a few, meager thrusts. With one final act of pettiness, he straddled Willow and lashed a watery rope of pale seed across Willow's breasts. Finally, spent, Whitley fell alongside his mother's body and fell asleep.