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Cardin and Faunus Labour

Velvet Scarletina: Please sign our Faunus Labour Petition? Cardin Winchester: Go away, rabbit, I don't have time for this.

Velvet blushes but refuses to give up: Sir, please. Just a minute of your time?

Cardin getting frustrated: Bitch, who said you could touch me?

Velvet grabs Cardin's massive biceps: Don't you want to help the Faunus?

NAAAHH!

Cardin: I want the Faunus to work HARDER! Velvet flushes and sweats: Sir?

Cardin: I want them Scrolls made CHEAP!

Velvet gasps and clutches at the front of her shirt as it grows more translucent with sweat: What?

Cardin flexes his muscles: Put their squirrely hands to WORK!

Velvet goes cross-eyed as she stares at Cardin's perfectly sculpted body: Oh my God ~!

Cardin then steps close to Velvet and pushes his burnished pecs into Velvet's nose: Dust mines? I call that a mineral bath.

Velvet squeaks and futilely tries to push Cardin away: Sir~!

Cardin slams his hand into the wall beside Velvet's head: Fact that Dust ain't gonna mine itself.

Velvet squeals and uses her long bunny ears to cover her eyes: Sir!

Cardin tips Velvet's chin up and forces her to look into his eyes: Let the wage match the race.

Velvet grabs Cardin's wrist but is unable to look away and moans helplessly at how wet her shorts are becoming.

Cardin leans in and forces Velvet flat against the wall: In fact, don't pay them at all.

Velvet sobs as Cardin leans into her ears and whispers: Just do it.

Velvet leans back against the wall and hoarsely whispers: Please, think of the orphans ~!

Cardin pins Velvet's hands against the wall and luxuriates in the scent of her femininity mixed with desire and a hint of wet rabbit fur: What are they going to do, tell their parents?

Cardin then brushes the back of his knuckles across Velvet's tear-stained cheeks: If they strike? We strike. Them. Back.

Finally, unable to deny the ache in the pit of her belly and the noiseless buzz in her head, Velvet springs up and wraps her lithe body around Cardin's: Actually, the petition is FOR FAUNUS LABOR!

Cardin grins, grabs a handful of Velvet's buns, and throws her screaming over his shoulder: Well then, I'm gonna work you all night long!

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

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Could we please get more of Blake being a cuck?

Blake groaned, her pussy hurt so much. But she couldn't stop abusing herself, playing with herself so hard tears sprung with every move.

Yang, beautiful, powerful, stud. She was the perfect girlfriend. So sexy, so gorgeous, and a dick thicker than Blake's wrist.

And that perfect girlfriend?

Was getting her dick positively raped in the Amazon Position, Neon laughing, she counted down from 10 and Yang came on command. Just like she had the 12 times before, draining her balls dry.

But Neon didn't stop, and Yang couldn't twitch in resistance anymore.

And Blake just kept playing with herself.

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.

What a Bunny wants, what a Bunny needs, whatever makes her happy sets her free.

Dreamy. Wet and dreamy, baby. Want it. It’s all in the eyes, darling. All in the eyes. Show them that you want it.

But Velvet didn’t want any of it; the barely fitting swimsuit chafing her flanks and the scent of burnt metal lamps on her naked skin, the ache in her back after throwing her chest out for the hundredth time so that the harsh studio lights could accentuate the volume of her breasts, and the parading of her kickboxer’s thighs in front of a soulless camera lens that turned her body into visual junk food to satisfy the virulent appetites of the faceless voyeurs on the other side of the camera.

Her audience wanted her photos as a substitute for their lust; Velvet wanted her photos sold to pay the bills; only a masochist would want such a life.

The photographer walked over to Velvet's dressing table when the ordeal ended. There, she was wiping off her sweat and resisting the urge to sniff her underarms.

“Fantastic pictures, Darling! Absolutely delicious! I wondered if you’d mind staying longer because I have fabulous ideas for a photo set with you and Coco Adel.”

The photographer abruptly stopped speaking. Velvet turned to see why, and she flinched when she found out her boyfriend had arrived to pick her up.

“Cardin, you’re early. Let me change, and we can go get dinner.”

Cardin’s response was to fling his leather jacket at Velvet before he yanked his girlfriend out of her chair. Velvet only had time to sling her handbag over her shoulder and grab her heels before Cardin bundled her out of the studio. 

“Cardin, wait! My clothes!” Velvet said as she hopped helplessly after Cardin down two flights of stairs in her bare feet and was dragged towards the studio’s front door.

“Oh my god, Cardin! I’m fucking naked! Don’t you fucking dare, please!”

There was a chill on Velvet’s skin before the Cardin threw her into the street with sheer brute force. It was rush hour, and the pavement outside the studio choked on the feet that pounded the concrete as the pedestrians made their way home. These journeys for these commuters were routine until Cardin and Velvet burst out of a doorway, and the abrupt obstruction forced them to look up from their phones and daydreams.

On the street, Velvet was exposed to a thousand ferret-quick glances and prolonged double-takes without the benefit of a camera’s anonymity. The disgust at her presence and the hunger for her body were a palpable wave of collective emotion that almost drowned her in a torrent of self-conscious shame and hyperventilation.

“Well?” Cardin abruptly growled into Velvet’s ear, “Was this what you wanted, you slut?” 

At that moment, Cardin’s voice, his woodsmoke-and-whiskey cologne, the unyielding pressure of his chest against Velvet’s back, and the heat of his desire for Velvet burning a hole into the small of her back cut away the buzzing weight that had built up intolerably in her head. Cardin’s outrage and jealousy at Velvet’s indecent manner in the studio had served as a life buoy, allowing Velvet to breathe through her panic. At the same time, Cardin’s palpable lust inflamed Velvet’s own desires and severed any of her shame and restraint.

With her eyes glazed and lips moist and pouty, Velvet moaned and tore Cardin’s jacket off her naked shoulders. “Yes! This is what I wanted.” 

Velvet then turned to stare longingly up at Cardin. “You are all that I wanted!”

Blacked- Lance getting to try out Elm whom is much bigger and he's a twink so this should be fun

Lance was a strong guy, sure he wasn't Salem or anything but he was a capable Huntsmen. Surely strong enough to have his way...right?

"That's the third time you came in me." Elm growled, effortlessly using his dick in the amazon position, having gagged him so he couldn't beg. "Your dick is good but that's it. Gonna take you home, it'll be better you little man, your big dick makes you worth it."

Well...he'd have fun either way!

❗- Salem bad end now Lance's pet

>:3

Salem certainly had won. Everyone was defeated, the resistance broken. Salem, confident and cocky, decided to rape their hero's boyfriend, make Pyrrha was her boy spew into her.

She never had a black man before though.

Trying to pound her first BBC so roughly, even on a pretty man like Lance, it was too much. She ended up throwing it all away.

Leashed in his bedroom. A broken bitch~

Blacked: Sequel to Lance getting used by Elm What if Nora joined in to fuck that faunus booty 👀

(https://www.tumblr.com/vacuian-demon)

After a few weeks Lance got used to his new life with Elm. She kept fucking him into the ground so he wasn't really in a position to complain anyways, but really it wasn't so bad.

He worked out to keep in shape, he cooked food, and he got his dick wrung dry by his girlfriend.

That was until Elm let her friend Nora make a baby with him. He didn't get the details, but breeding sex...It was just that little extra spice.

"FUCKKK!!!" The spice that wouldn't let him stop cumming! He couldn't stop! "PLEASE!!! NORAAAAAAA!!!!"

Jaune: You know, you guys didn’t have to bring me along on your honeymoon. 

Nora: Aw, it was no issue Jaune. Right Ren? *Holds onto Rens arm*

Ren: Of course. Afterall, it was the least we could do after forgetting your birthday.

Jaune: It wasn’t that bad. Besides, you guys were busy preparing for your wedding, so it wasn’t your faults you forgot.

Nora: Either way, we thought you could enjoy the sights while we did some... newlywed activities. *Giggles like a child, still excited from their recent union*

Jaune: *Chuckles at Nora as he sets down their bags* Well, I guess all I can say is thanks. I’m gonna go grab the last of the luggage. You two just kick back and relax, alright?

Ren: Much appreciated Jaune. *Nods as he and his wife hold one another close, about to close in for a kiss*

Jaune: *Before leaving, he remembers something and pulls out an odd envelope from his pocket* Oh yeah, Ren, I almost forgot, this came in the mail before we left.

Ren: *Raises an eyebrow as he takes the envelope, opening its contents right as Jaune leaves the room*

Nora: Ooh~ That must be our marriage license.

Ren: Nora, this isn’t a marriage license. It’s a... restraining order?

Nora: *Shocked* Oh nuts! I was in such a rush I just grabbed the first form I saw and filled us both in.

Ren: It says we can’t be within... 25 yards of one another.

Nora: But 25 backyards is like... A lot! We got to get this fixed right away!

Ren: Nora, we need to file this to court if we wanna cancel it. And that may take a few days.

Nora: But... Our honeymoon. If we leave, we can’t enjoy it here. We’ve been looking forward to this for months.

Ren: I’m sorry, but unless we wanna risk breaking the law... again, there’s not really any other option.

Nora: No! I refuse! There’s gotta be something we can do to at least enjoy our honeymoon here, without getting in trouble, and until we can get this restraining order sorted out.

Jaune: *Kicks door open before coming in the rest of the luggage* Whew! Got the rest of the luggage guys! Anything else you two need before I head out?

Nora: ...

Ren: ...

RN: *Nod at one another*

Nora: Oh Jauney~ Do you think you could do us a big, BIG, favor?

Jaune: 🤨 ?

(Morning)

Nora: *Eating a nice stack of  chocolate chip pancakes*

Jaune: *Pops in with a bouquet of pink lotus flowers*

Nora: *Smiles as she takes them, waving outside the window to Ren, whom is currently doing some yoga*

(Afternoon)

Ren: *Driving a jet ski through ocean*

Nora: *Laughs joyously as her and Jaune water ski, her sitting atop his shoulders*

Jaune: *In absolute agony, trying his best to keep his balance, hold up Nora, and not vomit from the speed they were going*

(Evening)

Ren: *Ballroom dances with Jaune before releasing him with a spin*

Jaune: *Miraculously maintains his spin as he elegantly makes his way to Nora*

Nora: *Catches him before dropping him down onto the floor in an attempt to dip him*

(Night)

We see Jaune in bed with someone, sweat dripping down his body as he thrusts wildly into them from above. The creaking sound of the bedframe could be heard 5 rooms over, the frame threatening to fall apart with each thrust, as well as the feminine wails of pleasure from his partner. This stops, as with one last push, the two let out loud sensual moan as they climax together, Jaune grinding himself as deep as he could as he filled them to the brim. Sliding himself out, Jaune moves over to the side of the bed, catching his breath before grabbing and pulling up his pants.

Jaune: So... Like that?

Ren: *Pants in exhaustion as he sits himself up* Yes... Just like that. Nora will love it. So don’t keep her waiting.

Jaune: *Sighs* Hope my aura’s ready this. *Stands up and cracks his back before rushing off to go break out Nora’s*

Ren could hear his footsteps as Jaune made his way over to the guestroom, where Nora had been patiently waiting. The rooms here had such thin walls, he wouldn’t be surprised if Nora had heard every bit of him and Jaunes passionate fornication. In fact, he wouldn’t be surprised if that only aroused her more.

Nora: Took ya long enough! Now come to mama fearless leader~ 

Ren lets out a small smile as he hears Jaune and Nora quickly begin their own bout of sexual intercourse, sounding just as wild and passionate as his own, if not more so. A yawn escaping his mouth, Ren decides it’s time to get some shut eye, excited to see what the next day brought them. Afterall...

That was just the first day of their honeymoon.

(2 Weeks Later)

RWBY: *Waiting by the bullheads to greet the newlyweds once they returned*

Ruby: *Eye widened as her friends came into view* Hey, there they are!

Yang: It’s about time. *Squints her eyes in confusion* Wait, why are those two standing so far apart from one another?

Blake: *Shrugs* Beats me. Looks like they enjoyed their time though.

Yang: *Smirks* How much you wanna bet it’s because they spent most of it breaking in their bed?

Weiss: Do you have to make everything so vulgar Yang?

Yang: Jeez Weissy, it’s just a joke. No need to be such a pru... Is Vomit Boy ok?

Blake: He looks like he’s been drained of every ounce of vitality he had.

Ruby: You think Ren and Nora had him do a lot of work for them?

Before they could continue, they watch as Jaune collapses onto the ground. The team quickly rushes over to their friend, wondering if he was alright. They come across Ren and Nora, having not moved to check on their leader for some reason, instead lower their heads in grief for their fallen teammate.

Ren: He was a good man.

Nora: *A tear fall down her cheek* And virile lover.

Ren: ... Yes.

RWBY: *Looks at the two in confusion, no clue as to what was even happening... that is until one of them happened to remember something*

Yang: ... Wait. Does this have something to do with joke restraining order I sent you?