Jaune's Pineapple Jam Part 2 Ch 20.

The first thing Weiss Schnee noticed when she opened her eyes was the soft bed she was currently on before a pounding headache wreaked havoc in her brain. 

Flashes of last night’s memory rushed through her mind, and immediately, she couldn’t help but bite back a curse as she gritted her teeth into the pillow below her.

She remembered the dinner.

She remembered the smiles.

She remembered the laughter.

And then she remembered the wine.

Wine that her own mother gave to Pyrrha in secret.

Weiss grumbled petulantly. It seemed like her mother did not just enjoy consuming wine, she also relished in sharing it.

Weiss didn’t know how to feel about that, but she was determined to think upon it later. Right now, however, she still had much more pressing matters to attend to.

Namely, getting her wits together and stopping the pounding ache in her head.

She tried to roll over, but her body only screamed in protest as she found herself caught in a mass of hair and limbs.

Turning her head to the side, Weiss watched as black hair, red hair, and blonde hair came into view.

They were an array of color as Weiss found herself entangled with Blake, Pyrrha, and Jaune, naked as the day they were born.

It was obvious what they were up to last night, and she immediately blushed as she felt something swish inside her.

It was Jaune’s cum.

Despite the fact that she could already feel lots of it sticking to her thighs, Weiss could still feel a lot of it swirling inside her.

Just how many times did they even do it last night?!

Gods, was she pregnant already?!

That question immediately sobered her up.

As much as she wanted to have a child in the future, that was in the future.

Not now!

She stood up, throwing arms and legs away from her and receiving groans from her lovers beside her.

She didn’t care, however, just like how she didn’t care about her body complaining at the sudden movement.

The world spun all around her, and Weiss almost stumbled into the floor, but she marched on. She reached the door, just as she heard Blake groaning into wakefulness herself.

She opened the door, intending to reach the bathroom to wash the cum out of her pussy, but she only managed to take a few steps before Weiss Schnee saw a sight that froze her in her tracks.

It was Ilia Amitola, still only wearing her underwear.

Ilia Amitola, who was carrying a tray full of breakfast confectionaries to the dining table.

Ilia Amitola, who looked just as shocked as Weiss did at her sudden appearance.

If she could, then Weiss would’ve shrieked. Her dry throat, however, only left with a breathless gasp as an option. 

Her hands immediately moved to cover her private parts, but it was futile. Ilia’s eyes were already her entirely blushing form.

Thankfully, however, Ilia had the sense to turn away with a blushing face.

“Good…morning?” Ilia greeted, her hands waving towards the dining table, where cups of coffee were waiting for them. “I have some coffee if you want them.”

Indecision warred inside Weiss. On one hand, the mention of coffee was enough to tempt her, but on the other, she was still naked as the day she was born.

Considering the flashes of memory still rearranging itself inside her mind, however, Weiss thought that perhaps being naked was now a small thing between the two of them.

Glittering scales flashed through her mind before a blush overtook her face as she remembered said scales rubbing against her.

“I-uhh-yeah, good morning.” Weiss greeted back, walking hurriedly to sit herself by the table while her hands still demurely covered her body.

“Would you like me to get you a towel or something?” Ilia asked, and Weiss appreciated the gesture as Ilia kept her eyes away from her, even as a question nagged at her mind.

“Thanks, but….uhm…you have already seen me naked, haven’t you?” Weiss asked hesitantly, and her thoughts were immediately confirmed as Ilia slowly nodded bashfully away from her.

“I have.”

“Last night?” Weiss groaned, her face pale as she remembered Ilia watching them with wide eyes.

“You really don’t remember?” Ilia asked, and a scowl immediately formed on Weiss’ face at that.

“Well, I’m sorry, I don’t have the mental faculties of a raving alcoholic.”

Even facing away from her, Weiss could see the sudden panic that seized Ilia as her body froze up entirely.

“N-No! I’m sorry! I didn't mean it as an insult.”

Weiss wanted to be mad, Weiss to be angry, but as the memories of last night hammered into her mind, she knew that it wasn’t entirely Ilia’s fault. She could remember being a choice. She could even remember debating with herself to stop things before they progressed further. But she could also remember deciding to hell with it all, and jumping down right into the rabbit hole.

“No, I’m sorry.” She sighed heavily, a hand dragging down her face as she looked at the coffee with dead tired eyes. “I’m just really really tired, and I don’t know what came over me last night.”

“Alcohol. Always blame it on the alcohol.” Ilia gulped tentatively, and a smile formed on Weiss’ face at that.

“That’s a wise saying.” She chuckled before a wince had her rubbing her forehead to relieve the pain. “How many did we even drink?” 

Weiss might not be able to see it, but she could hear the smirk in Ilia’s voice as her voice took on a teasing tone.

“You? Not much. Blake on the other hand…I didn’t know she was such a drinker.”

A shudder ran through Ilia’s body after that, but Weiss only chuckled as she felt the tension between them lighten even more.

“It probably explains why she’s still passed out now.” She remarked, joking at Blake’s expense as she turned back towards the door where she just came out of.

She could have sworn Blake was on the way to waking up when she left them, but considering nobody else has joined Weiss yet, she must’ve gone back to sleep.

Weiss shrugged, far be it from her to disturb someone’s rest when they were probably sleeping off their hangover.

She would’ve gone back to sleep herself, but alas, she had more pressing worries than a hangover.

Namely, her pussy full of Jaune’s cum.

Before she could excuse herself to clean herself, however, Ilia’s hand suddenly reached out towards her direction.

“Here, morning-after pills. Pyrrha said you would need it.”

Weiss blinked in shock, before a chuckle came out of her mouth as the solution to her problem suddenly just appeared in front of her.

“Thank you, I feel like I definitely do.”

“Oh, judging by what happened last night? You definitely do. Blake and you at least.” Ilia shook her head, and Weiss could just imagine her eyes glazing with a faraway look as she remembered the events of last night.

Weiss shook her head ruefully, a sigh leaving her lips, even as an incredulous smile formed on her face.

“You really did see it all, didn’t you?”

Slowly, almost torturously, Ilia nodded her head and confirmed Weiss’ thought.

“I did.”

A breath left Weiss’ mouth at that. She could feel the aftereffects of what happened last night, of course. Her muscles were sore, her throat felt perched, and her womb was still full of cum.

Feeling it, however, was vastly different from knowing it, and words left Weiss’ mouth before she could even think about them.

“Tell me everything.”

There was a moment when as if the world paused, as if it was holding its breath as Weiss’ words travelled between them.

Eventually, however, Weiss watched as Ilia’s body slacked in resignation.

“Well, it all started when Pyrrha had me bring out the wine.”

—--

“Ilia, would you kindly bring out the paper bags inside one of my bags? There’s something I’d like to share with everyone.” Pyrrha called out, and Ilia was immediately jolted out of her activity of subtly peeking at Blake.

“Excuse me?” She blinked at the request, but Pyrrha only smiled sharply at her, letting her know that it was not just a request at all.

It was a command in all but name.

“The large duffel one that looks like a sports bag.”

Everyone froze, their eyes flickering back and forth between her and Pyrrha.

Ilia knew, however, that she was practically the outsider here despite being Blake’s childhood friend.

So despite wanting to stay seated next to Blake and look at her friend’s immaculate form, Ilia stood without hesitation.

“Excuse me.” She said embarrassedly, watching as all eyes stayed fixed in her scantily-clad form.

Walking briskly towards where the bags were stored since they arrived this afternoon, Ilia easily identified Pyrrha’s said duffel bag by the amount of logos plastered to it.

Sponsors.

The bag was sponsored, of course.

An errant thought inside her mind quickly asked her if she could get a sponsor for the White Fang, her desire to stay in Pyrrha’s favor, however, immediately took over.

Pyrrha’s favor had her on the dinner table. 

Pyrrha’s favor had her seated next to a naked Blake.

And Pyrrha’s favor was definitely something Ilia wanted to keep.

She immediately found the paper bags, four of them to be precise.

Bringing out two, she immediately identified what was inside them.

Bottles.

Bottles of wine that looked so expensive that Ilia couldn’t help but have her eyes blow wide open.

“Wine from Willow.” Pyrrha announced, smiling even as eyes turned towards her.

“Figures it would be from my mother.” Weiss Schnee frowned before a confused furrow formed between her eyebrows. “But why did she give it to you? She knows you’re pregnant.”

Pyrrha, however, wryly shook her head at that as she motioned Ilia to come closer with the wine.

“Perhaps she wanted it to be a surprise for you? And I wouldn’t be partaking, obviously, but she wanted us to at least have something from her.” 

It was obvious, however, that the mention of her mother already soured Weiss Schnee’s mood. Before she could say anything, however, Blake cleared her throat with a smile on her face.

“Well, that’s considerate. My mother only gave me advice on sex behind dad’s back. It was both mortifying and educational to say the least.” Blake quipped, distracting Weiss Schnee from frowning even further as eyes snapped towards her.

Ilia, however, only dropped her jaw at the interjection. The thought of Kali Belladonna teaching Blake about sex wouldn’t leave her mind, and immediately, wild images of mother and daughter showing each other how to pleasure a man formed in her mind.

She was jolted out of her thoughts, however, by said man they were probably talking about.

“You guys got something? My dad only gave me a thumbs up.” Jaune added, oblivious to Ilia’s mortifying thoughts.

His interruption, however, succeeded in further lightening the mood as chuckles started to ring out around them.

The distraction worked as Weiss Schnee sighed loudly in resignation.

“I suppose it was just as well. The more she gives us, the less she is able to drink.”

A self-deprecating smile formed on Weiss’ face at that as they all watched Pyrrha pour wine into their glass.

Pyrrha, however, only smiled at Weiss as Ilia took her seat back next to Blake.

“Cheer up, Weiss. At least she gave us something we can enjoy. Guess what my mother gave me?”

“What?” Weiss asked, tilting her head in confusion, even as a coy smile formed on Pyrrha’s face.

“Pills.”

The word hit like a thunderbolt, and Ilia watched as everyone at the table perked up in equal parts shock and surprise. 

“Well, now. I can think of a few things that we can enjoy because of that.” Blake purred, her half-lidded eyes turning to Jaune, who only chuckled nervously.

Ilia, on the other hand, only looked at Blake with wide eyes, even as Pyrrha distributed the wine.

“You can enjoy it later, for now, we should enjoy this.”

Even Ilia herself received one from Pyrrha, as the redhead only winked at her with a smile on her face.

It spoke to her surprise at being included that Ilia could do nothing but watch as the rest of the table smiled and grabbed their own glasses before Weiss suddenly stood up.

It seemed like despite not liking it being given by her mother first, Weiss Schnee was not above enjoying it when given the chance.

“Pyrrha is right. This might actually be the first time we could drink together like this, and so, I would like to propose a toast.” Weiss said with a smile on her face, and immediately, the rest of the table stood up even as Ilia hesitantly joined them.

She took strength from Blake’s encouraging smile, however, and watched as Pyrrha raised her glass.

“To us.”

As one, the rest of the table raised their own and glasses clinked against each other even as Ilia belatedly joined them.

“””To us.”””

She wasn’t part of them yet. At least not fully. But at this moment, Ilia Amitola felt included. Even Weiss Schnee nodded at her hesitantly, still not completely comfortable, but acknowledging her presence nonetheless.

Ilia couldn’t wipe the smile off of her face even if she wanted to, and wordlessly, she joined the others as they drank from their glass.

Her eyes widened, however, and she almost choked as an overpowering smell overwhelmed her nostrils while burning heat washed down her throat.

And she wasn’t the only one.

Both Ilia and Weiss coughed out at the same time, gasping for air as they both searched for water of their own to wash the taste away.

Being the only one to not really drink, Pyrrha was the only one in position to help them, as even Blake and Jaune reddened and almost stumbled at the wine.

Pyrrha, however, only laughed at their predicament as she handed both Ilia and Weiss glasses of water.

“Well, that’s definitely something.” Jaune called out, smiling at every single one of them, even as his own face began to redden.

“I-I should have known my mother wouldn’t give us something weak.” Weiss gasped with wide eyes, her hand fanning her quickly reddening face.

Ilia was quick to agree, but opted to stay silent as Blake laughed loudly beside her.

“Don’t tell me you’re giving up already, Weiss?” She asked with a teasing tone.

“Am not! And you’re one to talk, you’re already red in the face!” Weiss shot back, but once again, Blake only laughed at her face.

“Not as much as yours!” Blake announced a little too loudly for Ilia’s liking before grabbing the bottle of wine again.

“Maybe we should slow….down.” Jaune started, but it was too late.

Blake was already chugging down wine before Jaune’s voice attracted her attention.

Red droplets spilled from her mouth and dropped down onto her ample breast. Ilia had to look away lest she drool inappropriately, but the rest of the table had no such qualms, as more than one set of eyes glinted in desire.

Ilia watched as wordlessly, with wine still in her mouth, Blake pulled Jaune Arc in a searing kiss.

Wet, sloppy sounds rang out as Ilia could only watch with wide eyes while Blake plundered Jaune’s mouth with her tongue.

Jaune’s hands weren’t idle either, they accepted Blake’s affections by grabbing her ass and pulling her closer.

Ilia had a front row seat to that particular act, and the sight of his fingers sinking into her tushy flesh would forever be seared into her mind.

“Mmmhp.” Blake moaned deeply, but eventually, they had to part from their kiss in order to take a breath.

They separated with a smack, and Ilia could only watch with bated breath as Blake finally pulled off Jaune’s towel from his hips.

Jaune’s dick bounced freely into the air, standing proud for all to see in a room full of women.

Ilia wasn’t going to say she suddenly developed an attraction to Jaune Arc, but seeing his hard throbbing dick without any obstructions reminded her why he could satisfy three wonderful women.

He probably wasn’t the biggest there ever was or is, but the way how hard he looked and throbbed marked him as peerless.

Even Ilia herself felt heat rise inside her, despite having no intention of doing anything with him.

“A-Are you really going to do this? Here? Now? Just after we ate?” Weiss Schnee squeaked out, but in lieu of an answer, Blake Belladonna knelt and took Jaune’s dick into her mouth in one swift motion.

“Blake.” Jaune hissed as the rest of them stared in shock.

“Well, that’s one way to enjoy the wine.” Pyrrha laughed, and Ilia could only watch with wide eyes as Blake proceeded to pleasure Jaune.

Up, down, up, down, she bobbed her head and made lewd sounds as she used both hands and mouth to service him.

Gluck! Gluck! Schluck!

“I am decidedly too sober to witness this.” Weiss Schnee shook her head incredulously, before wordlessly looking at the bottle of wine.

And in an act that would probably make her mother proud, Weiss Schnee grabbed the bottle of wine and drank from it wholesale.

“That’s a good idea, Weiss! Ilia, why don’t you open up another bottle of wine and hand some to Jaune?” Pyrrha laughed before turning towards Ilia with an expectant look on her face.

Wet, sloppy sounds rang out across the dining area as she could only blink in silence at Pyrrha’s request.

Deciding Weiss Schnee had the right idea, she turned around and walked to grab the other bottles.

By the time she turned around, however, Jaune Arc didn’t need more wine because Weiss Schnee was already giving it to him mouth to mouth.

So complete was Ilia’s surprise that she could only stand there in shock as she saw Weiss Schnee pulled back.

Their eyes met for a moment, but only for a moment, as she was diving back into plunder Jaune’s mouth already after throwing off her own towel.

And just like that, Ilia was treated to a closer view of a Schnee than she ever thought she would be.

Not that she was complaining.

Weiss Schnee was pretty, and seeing her side by side with Blake only made the experience better.

Her interest, however, did not go unnoticed.

“Come, Ilia. Why don’t you join me for a drink?” Pyrrha Nikos called out, jolting Ilia out of her thoughts with a smile on her face.

Ilia could only follow her order hesitantly, and as she walked and walked around the table, she could see the fullness of what they were doing.

Blake was choking herself on Jaune’s cock, while Weiss tried her best to pull him down into a searing kiss.

It was as lewd as it was uncomfortable, with how they had to maneuver against the table for space.

Ilia couldn’t help but wince at the sight, and being the only one who had completely managed to explore the Penthouse’ living area, immediately opened her mouth to suggest a much more comfortable arrangement.

“Uhm, they do know we have a couch they can move into, right?”

Pyrrha clapped excitedly at her suggestion, beaming as Ilia sat next to her. 

“That’s a great idea! Girls, why don’t you take Jaune to the couch and do your stuff there. It would certainly be a lot more appropriate than doing it here at the dining table.”

Eyes snapped towards them, and Ilia could see Blake gasping as she pulled her mouth off Jaune's dick. 

Saliva still clang to his manhood, and Ilia had to look away from the lewd sight even as Blake smiled breathily towards her.

“That’s a good idea. Thanks, Ilia!”

“Thanks, Ilia.” Weiss Schnee repeated weakly with glassy eyes, her face red as Ilia could only squeak and blush at being acknowledged.

And that was how Ilia was left alone at the dinner table with Pyrrha, while the rest frolicked at the sofa while overlooking Vale’s skyline.

“I told you my favor could do wonderful things.” Pyrrha smiled knowingly at her, and Ilia could only nod reluctantly in agreement.

“It does.”

“You know what you have to do to keep it, then?”

Be their guard. Be their servant. Be their friend. Ilia nodded silently, because what else could she say?

Pyrrha was right.

She was here, able to watch and listen as Blake pleasured her lover because Pyrrha had the grace to accept her and vouch for her together with Blake. Because of her, Weiss Schnee could not run her off, and instead had to suffer her presence.

Judging by the sounds she was making, however, there was less suffering and more being distracted by Jaune’s dick.

“Mmmmph! Schlump! Schluck!~”

Wet, lewd sounds emanated from them, even as Pyrrha chuckled at her.

“Sounds like they’re having fun. What say you, we join them?”

“M-Me too?!” Ilia shrieked, her eyes snapping wide open as she turned to Pyrrha.

Pyrrha only laughed, however, waving a hand to the wine.

“Serve some wine, Ilia. I’m sure we’ll all be thirsty in a bit.”

“O-Oh.” She blinked, realization kicking in the same time embarrassment was.

Pyrrha, however, took the opening for what it was.

A chance to tease her.

“Why? Did you want a taste of Jaune-”

“N-No! I-I’ll take the wine, please.” She squeaked out immediately, not letting Pyrrha finish her thought.

“Good choice. I don’t think Weiss is ready for you to join like that just yet.” Pyrrha nodded, smiling at her decision before slowly standing up from the table. “In the meantime, try to serve Jaune some wine will you?”

At that point, Ilia could only watch with wide eyes as Pyrrha Nikos took her own towel off, baring herself to Ilia without a shame in the world.

Gods, what even was Ilia’s life at this point?

Here she was, staring at a naked pregnant woman walk towards her lover, while Ilia’s own crush was now apparently on her knees together with the daughter of their supposed own enemy.

Perhaps Weiss Schnee had the right idea about being too sober to witness something like this.\

And so, taking a page of a Schnee’s book, Ilia grabbed a bottle and drank straight from it wholesale.

Three gulps in and her throat was burning just as her face was. Her scales noticeably turned red, giving her a glittering look as she swayed lightly.

“Ilia, are you going to share some of that wine with us or not?” Pyrrha called out, making her squeak as she clutched a bottle to her chest.

“Coming!”

Ilia swayed as she turned towards them. From her point of view, the back of the couch was towards her and the dining table, while the front faced the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking Vale’s skyline.

She couldn’t really see Blake and Weiss, but she could see the back of Jaune’s head as Pyrrha smiled at her over his shoulders.

She gulped, grabbing a glass as she walked forwards with a bottle of wine. By the time she drew near, Ilia could see the full depravity of what they were doing.

Blake and Weiss were kneeling in front of Jaune, sucking, kissing, and licking his hard cock with glassy eyes before Pyrrha squeezed between them with a smile on her face.

“Why don’t you serve Jaune some wine while we deal with this big boy?”

And it was a big boy.

Up close, and over his shoulders, Ilia could see how the appendage towered over their faces.

Blake sent her a wink, Weiss looked glassily away from her, and Pyrrha only nodded to their lover.

Jaune himself peered up at her, and Ilia could see the nervous look on his face. It was as if he was worried about her comfort, and that, more than anything, assured her.

She released a sigh mixed with relief and resignation, before a small wry smile appeared on her face.

“I brought you some wine.”

Jaune slowly blinked at her in shock before a similar smile appeared on his own face.

“T-Thanks.”

And that’s how Ilia Amitola found herself serving Jaune Arc some wine while three beautiful women sucked his dick.

It didn’t end there, however, because as Ilia was quick to find out, Pyrrha Nikos always loved stoking the flames of their debauchery.

“Drinking wine while three wonderful women pleasure you? What are you? Some kind of king?” Pyrrha winked, her teasing voice causing even Ilia’s heart to beat faster.

Jaune, however, only tilted his head incredulously at that.

“A-A king? Me? I think you’re reaching a little too far, Pyr.” 

“No, I think we can do it.”

Eyes snapped towards Weiss Schnee, but the only thing that looked at them was her glassy eyes, even as she gave a few surreptitious licks to Jaune’s shaft.

“Imagine it, with the economic capability of the SDC and the manpower of Menagerie….mmmph~” She trailed off dreamily, a heated sigh leaving her mouth as she continued kissing Jaune’s shaft.

“Humans and Faunus, united together.” Blake added, her eyes twinkling as she looked up at Jaune and then to Ilia.

Ilia could only look on with wide eyes, however, as Pyrrha finished with heated breath.

“All under our family.”

“F-Fuck!” Jaune hissed as all three women proceeded to lick the head of his cock.

Their tongues moved up and down in a surprisingly synchronized manner.

Edging him on and on as Ilia looked on with wide eyes.

Ilia would have liked to say that she found the notion of Jaune becoming king ridiculous.

That it was just the ramblings of a drunk Weiss Schnee egged on jokingly by Blake and Pyrrha for roleplay.

But even if Weiss Schnee really got drunk so quickly, even if Pyrrha and Blake were just playing, it did not discount the chill Ilia felt down her spine as she processed the words.

Was it far-fetched and improbable? Most likely.

Was it impossible? Ilia could not say.

If anyone was an expert in doing seemingly impossible things, one person was very much close to it.

And he was sitting right in front of her getting blown by three wonderful women 

Blake on the left, Pyrrha in the middle, and Weiss on the right.

Moans and soft sighs emanated from all of them as they played each other to higher and higher heights. Their tongues frequently intersected with each other and Ilia held her breath as it looked like at least two of them would make out with each other!

It was not to be, however, because just before Blake could commit to a full on kiss with Pyrrha, Pyrrha pulled back and smiled up towards Jaune.

“For you, my king.”

And just like that, she gobbled him up in one smooth motion.

Already near the edge from the tongue-licking they gave him, Jaune could do nothing but hiss and hump upward as he felt his balls stir.

“Pyrrha!” He shouted, his hands unconsciously grabbing her head as he fucked upward into her mouth.

Schluck! Schluck! Schluck!

Three pumps.

Jaune Arc only needed three pumps, and he was cumming deep inside her throat with his dick buried to the hilt.

“Gluchk! Gulpchk! Gulp!” Pyrrha tried to gulp it all, but it was no use, the cum was just too much and too thick for any one woman to take.

“Guh! F-Fuck, Pyr!” He growled, his cum overflowing from Pyrrha’s drooling mouth, even as he hurriedly pulled away from her.

What happened next was nothing Ilia has ever seen before.

Despite already cumming down Pyrrha’s throat, Jaune stroked his dick in ecstasy above Pyrrha’s face, and more of his thick, heavy cum landed on her face.

Gods, just how much can that man cum?!

Pyrrha only opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and panted harder as cum began to cover her cheeks, her chin, while strings of Jaune’s white, hot load plastered itself over her face.

“Fuuuck!” Jaune groaned at last, stroking the last of his cum out of his dick and into Pyrrha’s face.

“Mmmmhph.” Pyrrha only moaned, however, shivering as if the mere act of receiving Jaune’s seed gave her pleasure.

And perhaps it did.

They all watched as she opened her mouth wide, showing her cum covered tongue proudly before swallowing loudly.

Holy shit.

Ilia could only gulp as she watched the powerful woman who could pin her with a gaze turn into a fucked-silly slut.

Pyrrha Nikos, the Pride of Mistral, looked utterly face-fucked as white globs of cum stuck to her hair, her forehead, and all over her face, even going so far as covering her eyes.

And yet that same fucked-sily slut yearned for more.

“T-Thank you, my king.” She smiled sultrily, despite the heated pants coming out of her mouth.

And as if by some unseen signal, the silence that followed broke.

Jaune swayed back into the couch as Blake and Weiss suddenly pounced to assist Pyrrha. Their assistance, however, came in licks and kisses as they took the cum out of her face.

Their tongues frequently intersected with each other, and Ilia even saw Blake lick Pyrrha’s lips before diving in for a full make out session while Weiss satisfied herself with Jaune’s cum.

It was an erotic sight that got even Ilia wishing to join in, even if it came at the cost of tasting a man’s cum.

Suffice to say, it got her motor running, and she wasn’t the only one.

“Damn.” Jaune sighed, breathing heavily at the sight, while Ilia nodded in agreement.

Damn, indeed.

For the first time ever, Ilia felt true camaraderie with a human. Their feelings transcended both gender and race as they both got aroused at the sight in front of them.

Already, she could see Jaune’s dick throb excitedly back into hardness while he leaned back into the couch.

The understanding between them only went deeper when he suddenly shook his head.

“I am decidedly too sober for this.” He said, and Ilia couldn’t help but chuckle as she thought the exact same thing.

“More wine?” She asked, jolting Jaune out of his revelry and reminding him of her presence.

Ilia wasn’t going to say she suddenly fell in love with Jaune Arc. She still liked women, and wasn’t going to jump on his dick anytime soon. But as his eyes automatically roamed over her body, and his dick throbbed into hardness, a laugh escaped her mouth and a teasing smile formed on her lips.

“More wine, my king?”

“Come on, not you too.” 

The groan he gave her was both exasperated and nervous, but Ilia only laughed at him.

“I’m not going to jump on your dick soon, if that’s what you mean.”

Her laughter must have done a lot of things to remove his nervousness because he sagged in relief as a smile formed on his face.

“I’ll take the wine then.”

Ilia acquiesced, nodding as she filled the glass with wine before handing it to him again.

It was then, however, that they were reminded that they were not the only ones there.

“You’re really living up to the life of a king, you know?” Blake purred, and Ilia could only blush as Blake stood sultrily while licking the cum off of her lips.

“No, I’m not.” Jaune pouted, but at this point, even Ilia had to agree that he really was living like a king.

“No, you really are.” Blake shook her head, laughing as she began to straddle his hips.

“If I am, then you’re my queens.” Jaune growled, passing the glass of wine back to Ilia before his hands gripped Blake’s thighs.

“Here that ladies? We’re queens.” Blake gasped to Weiss and Pyrrha behind her, her knees dug into the couch beside Jaune while her hands snaked forward to wrap around his neck.

Weiss and Pyrrha, for their part, however, were now busy fully making out with each other. Their hands roaming each other’s bodies as they knelt on the floor.

Ilia, however, only had eyes for one person.

She has said this before, and she’ll say it again. 

Blake Belladonna was a vision.

Especially when she languidly stretched her body upward, putting her ample chest in front of Jaune’s face as she winked towards Ilia behind him.

“I’m a queen, Ilia.”

“You’re my queen.” Ilia could only whisper with a blush on her face, but still, she kept her eyes on Blake as she slowly but surely lowered herself onto Jaune’s dick with a smile on her face.

Gods, she truly was a cuck, wasn’t she?

Otherwise, why would her heart race so much when Blake was getting fucked in front of her?

“Guhhhh.” Blake groaned, her body shivering as her pussy took Jaune’s dick inch by tortuous inch.

Ilia watched as Blake’s expression turned into one of pleasure, her mouth turning into the shape of the letter o as she raised herself up and down him, fucking herself even as she looked straight at Ilia.

It didn’t end there, however, because her eyes blew wide open as Jaune decided it was the right time to fuck upwards.

“This is what you want, isn’t it? Fine, I’ll give you what you want!” He growled, his hands tight upon Blake’s thighs, and his hips humped upwards rapidly, eliciting high-pitched moans from Blake that Ilia will forever remember.

“Ahh! Ahhh! Yes!~ Fuck me, Jaune! Fuck your queen!”

Ilia squirmed, feeling her core tighten as she stared at Blake’s face.

Cross-eyed, and tongue lolling out, Blake Belladonna was the perfect picture of a woman in ecstasy.

In contrast, Jaune Arc was a man on a mission.

He growled, veins popping out of his neck as he quickened his pace.

From Ilia’s vantage point, all she could see was Blake’s face and the bouncing of her breasts, but it didn’t take a genius to know that her pussy was already dripping with juices.

Plop! Plop! Plop! Said Blake’s wet pussy as what started as a slow ride escalated into a wild fuck.

It didn’t last long, however, because Blake’s cries of pleasure suddenly turned into squeals.

“Oh fuck, yes! Yes, Jaune! You’re going to make me cum! YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM!~”

Ilia’s head spun at how quick Jaune managed to push Blake towards the edge, but the proof was right in front of her.

Blake’s shouts were in sync with Jaune’s rhythm as he fucked her faster and faster to the point Ilia suspected he was using a Semblance. But no, it was just pure physicality as he suddenly roared with Blake’s piercing cry.

“I’m cumming, Blake!”

Ilia watched as he gritted his teeth, and before she knew it, his muscles tensed as he buried himself deep into Blake. 

She could see him tremble just as Blake’s own eyes rolled to the back of her head before falling limp on top of Jaune.

Again, holy shit.

Ilia could only gawk as Jaune came inside of Blake.

“F-Fuck!” He groaned, and while Ilia couldn’t exactly see it, he was probably cumming as much as he did inside Pyrrha’s mouth. 

Which was to say he was cumming a lot. Eventually, however, things had to end and Jaune dropped back into the couch with Blake on top of him.

Blake moaned as her body shivered ever minutely, but she kept her eyes closed as she slowly rolled off of him.

It was only then, however, did Ilia really see the aftermath of their intense fuck.

Sperm flowed out of Blake’s pussy and Jaune’s dick was left exposed to the air coated in their mixed juices. The first thing Ilia noticed, however, was that he was still hard. His dick throbbed heavily, pumping out the last of his cum in weak spurts as he finished.

Part of Ilia immediately wanted to dive in if only to taste Blake on his cock, but before she could even allow that desire to fester, another mouth was already there.

Weiss Schnee caught his dick in one big gulp, reaching as far as her small mouth would allow while Pyrrha cooed beside her.

Ilia had to gulp down a whine at that. 

Damn Schnees taking whatever they want!

She only stayed silent, however, watching as Weiss sucked on Jaune’s cock, keeping him hard even as he hissed sensitively.

“W-Weiss, wait! I’m still sensitive!”

Weiss Schnee will not be denied, however, she only sucked harder while Pyrrha laughed beside her.

“The king isn’t going to give up so early, is he?”

“Pyr-”

“T-Thank you, my king.” Weiss gasped, popping Jaune’s cock out of her mouth as she looked up at him with drunk, glassy eyes. “Thank you for blessing us with your seed.”

Jaune blinked.

Ilia blinked.

Pyrrha blinked.

But Weiss Schnee only stood up slowly, a sway on her steps as she leaned over to give Jaune a kiss.

Her eyes met Ilia’s, however, and it seemed as though a spark of her normal self will return. 

But in the end, Weiss Schnee only blushed and turned around before bending herself over. 

Ilia will admit it, Weiss Schnee had a tight, wonderful ass. 

It wasn’t better than Blake’s in her own opinion, but it was obvious Weiss Schnee had nothing to be ashamed about.

And drunk as she was, Weiss Schnee certainly had no shame flaunting it.

Her hands reached backward, and Ilia’s eyes widened as Weiss Schnee spread her ass cheeks by her own volition.

“Please bless me with your seed as well, my king.” 

Gods freaking damn it, Weiss Schnee certainly knew how to rile a person up, and rile up she certainly did.

Slap!

A hand slapped down towards her ass, and Weiss yelped as Jaune stood and rubbed the rapidly reddening skin.

“Damn it. You’re really asking for it now, aren’t you?”

“Yes, daddy!~ Please punish me! Punish your little girl!”

Jaune blinked.

Ilia blinked.

Pyrrha blinked.

Daddy? Little girl?

What happened to being king and queen?!

Weiss Schnee, however, only shook her ass invitingly.

“Oh, please don’t make me wait anymore! Please, please, please!~”

Damn. 

Who knew Weiss Schnee of all people was going to be the kinkiest of them all?!

Ilia certainly didn’t.

If anything, she expected it to be Blake, considering she was the one who consistently read smut!

Yet here they were, a Schnee waving her ass in front of her as she spread her own cheeks.

Ilia didn’t know what to do. She wanted to slap it. She wanted to lick it. But she was a Schnee! And Ilia was a Faunus! A former member of the White Fang even!

Jaune Arc and Pyrrha Nikos, however, did not have such hang-ups.

Jaune’s hands gripped Weiss’ hips tight, and he growled as he lined his dick up with her wet, inviting pussy.

“Fine! You want this?! Then you’ll have it!”

And with one great push, he slammed himself into Weiss’ tight cunt.

Weiss’ scream, however, was only swallowed up by Pyrrha’s lips as the woman lunged up to steal a kiss.

Attacked from both sides, Weiss Schnee could only moan and shudder as she felt pleasures that even lesbians like Ilia could be envious of.

Damn, some people really just had it all, didn’t they. Ilia could only grumble enviously as she watched Pyrrha separate from Weiss with a smack.

“That’s right. Who is daddy’s little princess?” She cooed, stroking Weiss’ hair as the Schnee moaned at Jaune’s slow, deep thrusts.

“Me, me! I’m daddy’s little princess!”

Wow, talk about being needy.

Weiss Schnee continued to squeal as Pyrrha began to whisper sweet nothings to her ear with a smile on her face.

“Can you imagine it, Weiss? Daddy Jaune giving us many many princes and princesses?”

Ilia could only watch as Pyrrha spurred them on, Jaune’s thrusts getting faster as faster, even as Weiss’ own body shook heavily at the pleasure.

Plop! Plop! Plop! Her wet pussy said as flesh slapped against flesh.

Weiss Schnee, however, already her eyes crossed and her tongue lolling out of her mouth 

“Yes! Yes! More!~ Please give me a beautiful baby-”

—--

“STOP!” Weiss cut in, interrupting Ilia and heavily blushing as she covered her face with her hands.

It was one thing to hear abut what happened last night, it was entirely different to relive it as Weiss started to remember everything that happened after listening to Ilia’s story!

So that was why she was still filled with Jaune’s cum!

She was begging for it!

Weiss’ face flushed as she bowed her head down, not even daring to look at Ilia, whose own body began to glitter a pink hue!

Gods, did alcohol bring out the worst in Schnees?! If so, then she had to warn Winter and even Whitley to swear off alcohol forever!

“You really did see everything, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but-”

“No, no, I…uhhh…think I know where this is going.” Weiss said embarrassedly, phantom pains of Jaune’s dick punching her womb making her body shake pleasurably.

“But I’m still not done-” Ilia stiffened, but Weiss immediately cut her off with a heavy sigh.

“No, please. Just…..no.” She shook her head, despite the fact that Ilia was still looking away from her.

Thankfully, Ilia acquiesced as she nodded her head slowly.

“Alright.”

“Thank you, Ilia.” Weiss sighed gratefully, a small smile gracing her face.

Ilia perked up at the thanks, before silence dominated the air between them. It was as if they did not know how to address each other after what was just shared between them. Weiss could certainly say that they were no longer just strangers after what happened last night, but neither could she say that they were really friends.

“For what’s it worth, however, I think you were really really pretty.”

Weiss jolted, however, as Ilia’s voice came to her ears. Her head snapped upward, her eyes widened, and she looked at Ilia’s scantily clad form in disbelief.

Did she really just say what Weiss think she did?

“For a Schnee that is.” Ilia added hurriedly, but it was too late.

“For a Schnee, she says.” Weiss smirked before a laugh suddenly escaped her throat.

Gods, it was just so ridiculous. They were supposed to be enemies. Or at least, she used to believe so. But here they were, joking and laughing with each other, even as Weiss saw Ilia’s shoulder shake with a chuckle.

Which, again, was just so ridiculous considering Ilia was still looking away from her despite telling a story that got her body heated up.

“You can look at me, you know?” Weiss intoned, a smile on her face as she made peace with the fact that Ilia had already seen her naked. There was no use trying to have her avert her eyes away from her.

Ilia was so surprised by her words, that she immediately snapped her heads towards her in shock. Her jaw dropped, and Weiss squirmed at the attention before a blush rushed to her face.

Weiss wasn’t going to say that she didn’t like women. 

Previous experience with both Blake and Pyrrha told her that she definitely did like women.

She just never thought she would feel so flattered to elicit such an awestruck look from Blake’s friend.

Ilia’s eyes roamed her body just as Weiss’ roamed hers. It was perhaps the first time that they truly looked at one another. 

Without the bias of their backgrounds and racial history, they were just two women admiring each other’s forms.

“Like I said, real pretty.”

“Why, thank you. I am a Schnee after all.”

Ilia only snorted mirthfully at that.

Weiss wouldn’t call them fast friends, but at least in this, she knew they had an understanding.

Ilia wasn’t out to get her, and Weiss wasn’t out to get Ilia. They were just two women living their lives with their loved ones who happened to be able to appreciate each other.

Honestly speaking, Weiss was actually glad to have Ilia. Despite not being one of Jaune’s lovers, it felt good to have someone else who was close to her body type.

Lean, petite, and slender.

Nothing against Blake and Pyrrha, but she always felt she had to compensate for something whenever she was with them. 

Her eyes fixed themselves to Ilia’s modest chest, but it was then, however, did life decide to remind them that they were not the only ones in the penthouse.

“Am I interrupting something?” 

And just like that, Weiss backed away from Ilia before snapping towards the voice with wide eyes.

There stood Blake, her hair spilling over her shoulders in haphazard waves as she looked at them with a grin on her face.

Caught red-handed staring at Ilia’s chest, Weiss could only pale in mortification.

“No, no! Oh gods, no! You are not interrupting something!” Ilia shouted, jolting Weiss out of her stupor.

“We were just talking! Getting to know each other, that’s all!” She added instantly.

Blake, however, only grinned at them.

“Talking, sure. You go and continue your talk while I get cleaned up.” 

Weiss’ eyes widened as she watched Blake walk away.

“It’s the truth! I swear!” She immediately moved to follow, stretching her hand out to reach out to Blake as she followed her into the bathroom. “Ilia was just telling me what happened last night!”

And as Blake’s laughter rang out in her ears, Weiss thought that even without remembering the events of last night, this event was already going to be so memorable.

—---

The engagement of Jaune Arc, Pyrrha Nikos, Blake Belladonna, and Weiss Schnee shook Remnant to the core.

Many speculated what would happen to their relationship after its exposure to the public during The Breach, but none might have really expected a result like this.

Oh, sure, many liked to fantasize what it would be like for such a relationship to work, but they only thought of the short-term.

Long-term, they all expected it to fall apart just because of Jacques Schnee and Ghira Belladonna virtually being opposites.

So was it any wonder why Beacon was immediately assailed by reporters, fans, and haters alike following the announcement of their engagement?

Try as people might, however, they would not be able to catch even a glimpse of the people in question.

They saw their family, of course, notably Willow and Winter Schnee, who were public people in the first place. They were caught, however, announcing on record that any attempts to violate the security and privacy of their family would be met with severe reprisals.

After that, no serious attempts by the media or rabid fans to bypass Beacon’s security were ever done again.

And so, no one caught sight of Jaune Arc, Blake Belladonna, Pyrrha Nikos, and Weiss Schnee after the announcement of their engagement.

No one except Amity Scarlet, receptionist of Shangrila, a five-star hotel in Vale.

They might have been in disguise, but putting the similarities in their name and the fact that they were not seen in Beacon together, it was easy to conclude that the people she let in yesterday were the same people Remnant was looking for.

She only stared ahead with wide eyes, however, not moving an inch as she awaited for the hour of their checkout.

It wasn’t even supposed to be her shift, but here she was, waiting with bloodshot eyes as time ticked ever closer.

Ding!

The sight that greeted Amity, however, when the elevator finally opened was something she would never forget.

Jaune Arc, Pyrrha Nikos, Weiss Schnee, and Blake Belladonna walked out together without their disguise.

They weren’t even trying to hide it!

She could only stare in shock as they bickered, laughed, and talked with each other before jolting out in shock as a hand slammed on the table in front of her.

Looking at the person who had the audacity to block her view of a man and three goddesses, Amity could only blink as a scaled Faunus stared back at her.

Where the hell did this bitch come from?

Said bitch, however, only raised an eyebrow at her.

“Payment. We appreciate your discretion.”

Amity’s jaw dropped, watching as wads of lien dropped into the table before the Faunus walked towards Jaune Arc and the others.

“Another one. He bagged another one.” She muttered incredulously, her hand automatically counting the money even as her eyes widened in shock.

She could already see passers-by and other patrons stare and point in shock, but it was just as well.

Amity Scarlet successfully confirmed that Jaune Arc, Blake Belladonna, Pyrrha Nikos, and Weiss Schnee slept in their hotel.

And just in time as well for the tournament was already going to happen tomorrow.

—----

"What is our mission?!"

"""To fight and die for Our Cause!"""

"What is Our Cause?"

"""To bring victory to the Faunus!"""

"What is victory?"

"""It is our mission!""”

“Now go, my soldiers! Rest today because soon, we will go to war!”

“”””TO WAR!!!””””

Adam smiled as he saw hundreds follow the chant.

It was hard sneaking in the bulk of his forces, but who knew Tyrian would be competent enough to have someone prepare a warehouse for them to rest and gather?

Still, Adam didn’t trust the man because not only was he human, he was also Atlesian as well.

His eyes narrowed as he turned around, leaving the makeshift stage and heading for the backrooms.

This Atlesian was going to be a problem, that's for sure.

He was arrogant, prideful, and had a know-it-all attitude that apparently even irritated Cinder.

He could do nothing, however, because it was readily apparent that with all the security measures General Ironwood had in place, they needed all the help they could get.

And so he only stared flatly as he saw both Tyrian Callows and Arthur Watts inside the room.

“Are you ready to hear the full extent of the plan?” Arthur asked, and Adam had to stop himself from growling as he ruminated on the words.

Any plan formed by an Atlesian human was sure to exploit the Faunus. Either that be in sacrificing them or shortchanging them, it did not matter. It was both equally unpalatable to Adam’s taste.

But still, no cost was too high when it came to fighting for the cause. Adam was even willing to sacrifice himself for the good fight. He only hoped that his death would not be in vain and actually meant something.

And so, he nodded towards Arthur Watts as he gave his answer.

“I’m ready.”

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Apologies for the delay everyone, and thank you for keeping the faith. Flu season hit my family hard. First my wife got sick, and then our baby, and then me. For more than a week, at least one or two of us was sick and I had no time and energy to write recently. Not to worry though, we are already recovering and I am back to writing.

As for the chapter, we have finally cemented what Ilia's role is going to be, her relationship with the family, and possible shenanigans they might do with her.

Next up, the tournament proper while the White Fang moves in the background! Hope you enjoyed!

P.S. Having trouble with the discord app right now. It always closes before I can even send a message.