Disclaimer: I own nothing of RWBY.

Jam

By: Imyoshi

Moan!

Pleasure raced from the tips of her nerves to the ends of her toes. Yup! No question. That was her head falling back into the pillow. Curse her body! All weak from the fine-tuning she gave it during his reward, but who knew having a tongue there could be so—moan! Uh? Wait? Why did he stop? Things were barely getting good!

Against her better judgment, against that ragging beating in her ears, Ruby Rose peeked down to find Jaune Arc staring intently at her most intimate of areas. She frowned. Part of her fear he might not enjoy what he saw, self-conscious with her legs threatening to close-up, but the Arc surprised her by marveling at the perfect pink treat begging to be eaten. That first moment had been nothing but a warning, a taste of what was to come. His next strike came painfully slow, dragging his tongue from the bottom of her walls to the top in one smooth, fluid motion. Each second made it harder to breathe, with her panting upon first contact. The way Jaune looked at it, gazed upon her, made breathing normally an impossibility.

"Last chance to accept my part of the deal."

Her lips wobbled when he encircled his tongue over her folds. "N-Never!"

He shrugged with a casual eye-smile, dropping down to feast. Lips met lips, and a tongue tasted. One-strut-two, he licked all over until he found that same parcel of nerves, getting a pleasing confirmation when she sucked in some air. Hn? Not yet. First, he would make her squirm. Everything deserved a fair bit of attention. So without further ado, but not before planting a firm kiss on her bud, he tickled and teased pink petals.

Things started slowly with him dragging dripping goodness across wet skin. She moaned softly to that, bending when he eased more pressure into his strokes. Jerking thighs were no match for his grip, nervously shaking when he began showering her with delicate kisses. Not as mind-numbing as his tongue, but it set her up for his barrage of suddenly quick laps, licking up and down in a forceful manner. Ruby moaned when he reached out and gripped her waist, pulling her closer in to nibble on his meal.

He ignored her trembling to savor her flavor.

Ruby had an unusual taste, not fresh per se, more of a light vanilla odor, somewhat sweet, but the smell intoxicated him. Pheromones. That must be what made him go insane because he desired more. Her building sweat, filling the room in a musky, overpowering scent, drove him to work harder. However, hearing her moans pushed him over the edge. All rational thought left him in a pursuit to keep those sounds going. If that required her to thrash on the bed while he kept shaking legs locked into place, then so be it.

Not like she planned to stop anytime soon, not with his tongue teasing her folds.

He smiled into his tasting, speeding up his licking while she tossed her head back-and-forth. Hands rubbed soft skin, tickling her between the slurping. She moaned, he licked. She breathed, he nibbled. She wiggled, he rubbed. Everything else involved him teasing her, keeping just-out-of-reach of that particular spot where she really wanted him to go. Oh. Ruby tried to make him fondle that nub once or twice, even going so far as to grip his hair, but he remained dominant in this scenario, eating his prey at a leisure pace. She eventually submitted to the perversion, unable to move with him in control of her folds. A resourceful tongue soon made short work of any lingering resistance, replacing haughtiness with excessive panting.

She merely reached out and talked into a pillow.

Ruby panted with her nerves tingling. Giving him a classic spit-shine had only put her in the mood. Perfect picking for riped roses. Not only that, Jaune seemed hellbent on returning the favor ten-fold, applying this toe-curling pressure that made remembering how to spell her name a challenge. R-U-B—groan! Nope! A heart raced. Too hard right now. Back to experiencing the pleasurable efforts of a dutiful tongue. Every one of her pants only made him redouble his efforts to find that one weak spot. Little did he know, she practically melted upon each stroke of attention. Each corner on her flesh was an erogenous zone.

His mouth explored.

A mouth experimented between actions. Some Ruby liked, others she preferred, a few awkward, and several made her arch her back, but he kept at it, teasing pink lips with a firm tongue. Fingers, rough ones, spent their time caressing her thighs and spreading her open to grant him better access. He found some of her vulnerable spots, she knew he did, taking note at the way she shook when his tongue delved inside, but he remained merciless in the wake of her filth. So she settled to fight back the only way she knew how, and that was by biting down on her pillow when a finger entered. Everything from that point on onward was a sweet blur, from shameless moans to her begging for more when he provided the barest of attention to her bud with soothing circles. She barely even heard the jingle of her Scroll, turning her blank-filled head toward the sound as he lapped away at her love nectar.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Jaune looked up from his meal, licking his lips clean of Ruby's juices. Her Scroll rung in her discarded combat skirt. They both saw it, except her jelly-like physique kept her from answering it. Arms released their hold. That tiny bit of drool on her mouth tempted him. Before she could stop him, before even rational thought returned to a wheezing Huntress, he fetched her device and pressed the thing into her hands, smirking as he resumed feasting. Ruby had no choice but to prepare herself, controlling her breathing to the best of her abilities as a traitorous mouth clouded her mind almost instantly. The monster had pressed accept! Why? Why when his tongue was doing incredible, slow things to her cli—?!

"Hey, Yang!" Ruby greeted, sweaty as he devoured away. "What's up?"

She had never been so grateful for the top half of her outfit. Without it, her overprotective sister might have noticed her lack in clothing and asked nosey questions, not to mention possibly seeing a mop of blond hair currently eating her out. No. Ruby grinned, keeping her Scroll purposely close as predatorial hands traced the gentle curves of a heated body. When he seized her bread muffins, she did not yelp, only her lips wobbled. So what if he finally decided to get serious and attack her bundle of nerves? What did it matter if Jaune stretched and rubbed finger-sinking marshmallows? Who cared that he started pumping in a finger in-and-out her entrance in a thought-slushing pace? Not this quivering mass of adorableness. Filth! Ha! Not—moan—her!

Not—oh, Dust, right there—her!

Yang missed the way Ruby's smile wobbled, too close to the camera to notice any oddities. "Heya, sis, where you at, can't find you anywhere in the Mess Hall!"

She breathed, using that as an excuse to suck in some air as he spread her legs apart. A lick of good that did for her, now she was staring down at sharply focused eyes with hearts overtaking her pupils. He grinned and pulled her tighter, cupping skin as a mouth and finger teased. A stroke of the tongue here, maybe a push of his finger there, added in with a bit of nibbling with his teeth and she knew things were bad when her legs wrapped around his head, keeping her a prisoner to his torment. She attempted to stop him, keep him at bay while she distracted Yang, but he released her rear to lace his fingers around hers.

A heart almost stopped.

"Uh?" Ruby chewed, feeling herself about to burst. "I'm, ugh, around."

Her sister frowned. "What's wrong?"

"I'm fine!" Ruby yelled. "I just stubbed my toe! Nothing a little Aura can't take care of!"

"Oh?" Yang shrugged. She then smirked. "Anyway, so I heard you're messing around with Jaune's sword? Don't you think maybe you should leave his weapon alone?"

If she hadn't had heard her sister and Jaune's discussion during class when she was busy servicing his weapon, Ruby might have blushed to a whole new shade of red from the possible innuendo. Instead, while curling her toes and rising her sweaty belly, she giggled. Which sounded nothing like a laugh, more of a crossover between a chuckle and a groan, but her awkward trait kept Yang from putting two-and-two together. Now, to ignore the way his finger curved upward and found her weak spot. An impossibility as her back arching gave her away, signaling him to apply relentless pressure. Everything she had, all her willpower and resolve, was used to keep her tongue in-check, breathing under control and head from rolling back. Then he started to suck on her nub, and Ruby knew if she didn't finish this conversation soon, then Yang would get a front row seat to her oh face.

By all that was Cookie Monster holy, she must not allow that cookie to crumble!

Ruby smiled weakly. "Yeah, he's been stubborn about it."

Yang frowned. "Did he explode on you, Crater Face? Because I told him you deserved it. I know how you are when it comes to things you want, but messing with his sword might be pushing your luck."

Ruby's smile strengthened. A sense of pride bubbled. "I'm wearing him down. Soon I'll win."

That same pride shattered into a million pieces when he stuck two fingers inside. No longer did Jaune take things to a gradual pace, but a quick sprint with his mouth focused on her bud as two fingers dipped in-and-out of her in a blinding rate. Something, something, payback. All she knew that was her body betrayed her, giving into the act with only Yang's video presence keeping her from begging him to go faster. He swirled around the thigh-quivering nerves, licking to sucking while he bent his fingers inside to rub that weak spot of hers. In, out, in, out, she forcefully bit her lip to keep herself from moaning. Meanwhile, his other hand seized her derrière with rough skin digging into soft mounds. Yes, she admitted to herself and only herself, Ruby loved the feeling of power he owned when possessing her bottom.

Maybe a good spanking was in order?

Such a thought made Ruby think back to her under-the-desk adventure, remembering precisely an explosion that led to a mouthful of extra-thick cream. Suck potent milk. Gosh, how she managed to suck all that down and not allow any to paint her face was beyond her. Sure, she spilled some, a messy eater, but anything could have gone wrong. One mishap, one wrong slurp, and she would have been drenched in his seed, all sticky, all out-of-breath, all over her face.

Nibble!

Oh, no! Her thighs spasmed. Legs rubbed an unmoving back. That release she dreaded came closer by the second. The more she thought about her lips around his member, draining and tasting his milk, the wetter things became. An urge, one intoxicatingly overpowering, demanded she showered his companion in another session of kisses. One filled to the brink of long licking and messy clean-up. Dust! No. No, no, no! She must finish this conversation before that coil in her tummy snapped. Anything else wasn't acceptable, at least not with her sister on the other end.

Yang snorted, arms crossed. "Just don't go doing too much to Vomit Boy's weapon. He's not built for flashy gizmos. He's more of an endurance guy."

"Don't worry! Trust me..." Ruby paused, breathing heavily through her nose. "I know all about his endurance. He's got plenty of it!"

She appeared skeptical through the image but shrugged. "Whatever. Look! Hurry up and get your butt over to the Mess Hall. We're waiting for you to start eating. And you know how Weiss is when we make her wait."

Ruby nodded, barely trusting her voice. She sped through her next set of words. "Okay! See ya later, Yang!"

Snap!

Ruby never threw her Scroll across the room so hard, reaching out to grab onto her mountain of pillows as she arched her back. Moan! She had never gripped Crescent Rose as hard as she held these pillows, twisting and turning as he kept her locked solidly in place. Hips buckled, a face buried itself in cotton with another in the taste of sweetness, and adorable moans filled the closed-off bedroom. Once he found a weak spot, he attacked relentlessly, nibbling on a bundle of nerves while pressing her digits firmly into sweaty skin. The way her eccentric breathing quickened, along with her rising stomach, told of his improving progress.

Ruby was at her wit's end.

Her remaining clothing felt too tight, getting peeled off quicker than her Semblance could move. Off it went, randomly discarded somewhere in the room as her perky breasts touched cool air. She didn't care about being exposed in her birthday suit. That magical tongue made all things moot, turning her sense of thinking to mush with her gumdrops hardening to that of ice. Ruby only upped her moaning when he decided to press his fingers on her weak spot. Over and over again, clouding her mind as tentative lips made short work of her nervous bundle. So close to mind-erasing goodness, she felt it in her toes as her moans washed over the room. Suddenly, his hand cupping her butt, snaked up and pinched one of her sensitive strawberries.

Snap!

A warm blanket washed over Ruby as her body spasmed from that coil snapping. He kept her pinned down, enjoying the way her back arched impossibly high, only for her to twist-and-turn when he refused to free her. Each loud moan was music to his ears as stunning nectar spilled out of her. Pillows tossed in the room. Eyes rolled back into her bed with her tongue sticking out. Taste! Lick! Mmmm! He devoured, he swallowed, he gorged himself silly. Plenty escaped his mouth, covering his lips in a clear liquid. She didn't care. Nothing mattered except for her release that dialed her sensitivity up to eleven. Even when he lifted her body, cupping both her cheeks with his palms to drain any excess juices, she ignored it.

Ruby merely grabbed a pillow and screamed into the linen.

Eventually, when the rush wore off, and nothing remained but one Ruby Rose, filthy girl extraordinaire, he leveled her back on the bed. She turned her head on the pillow, face entirely red from arousal and embarrassment. Her muffled panting, followed by the rise and fall of a sweaty chest and stomach, awakened a primal drive in the beast hovering over her, licking his lips clean of her pheromone-rich nectar. Too late. Seeing her there panting, jello-like because of his actions, overrode any sense of common sense in him. A predator didn't feel sedated from one helping. It desired a second.

Jaune Arc leaned down to eat his fill.

Ruby continued to slack on the bed, lacking the energy to move a single muscle, fully expecting this pleasurable torture to end, except dominant hands never released her quivering legs. She, at first, thought nothing of it. Then a firm tongue greeted her entrance yet again. What? She peeked down, face sweaty, adopting a healthy shade of curiosity, only for her eyes to grow. He lowered down to the drenched walls. She gasped. He smirked. A mouth covered her nub and engulfed. No! Not again. Not now. Not when her body was extra-sensitive! No—ugh!

He was hungry for seconds.

Lewdness quickly chained her down. She bravely fought back. Tried to resist temptation with tingling nerves and out-of-breath thrusts. Nope. Not a chance. A useless struggle, Ruby's body disobeyed every action, instead, opening her legs up to grant him better access. She gave in, resting her back on her traitorous pillow as he lapped away at sticky nectar. Things went from lewd to filth when both his hands slithered forward to grasp her perky muffins. Having him holding her chest, with her senses shocked and fingers twisting, forced her next hearty moan to spill out.

Jaune Arc almost agreed to her terms right then and there.

Anything to control the urges quickly overtaking instincts. What a sound! What a reaction. Gulp! What a tantalizing smell and heavenly taste. At first, her juices were somewhat vanilla, nothing extraordinaire on the taste buds, but redolence ravaged the hungry beast. Wanderlust gradually settled on his palette because now she tasted like sweet strawberries and smelled an irresistible, musky scent. Must be the influence of his Aura. He didn't know, didn't care. Didn't even dare to ask why. He only lusted for more. Craved to hear her moan and bask in her scent. Not good. If Ruby asked him to accept her deal, in exchange to mate and spend the rest of the day in bed, he knew, without a shadow of doubt, the answer would be an indefinite yes.

Time to finish her off and skedaddle.

Efforts redoubled. A tongue traveled inside. Fingers squeezed into mounds of flesh with one Ruby Rose panting in the background. Confident, he quickened his pace, tracing lazy circles around her buttons. She yelped, she groaned, she moaned, twisted and thrash, Ruby did all that and more. Not an inch of his mouth was dry, slurping away at quenchable juices. Sooner or later two hands reached out to pull pillows over a vocal mouth. None of that stopped him from pinching peaks of pink, or bite on a centerfold of nerves, or press fingers in-and-out like a machine.

All he cared about was making her lose control.

Then his wish came true when she shoved the cotton fluffs away. Ruby made the fatal mistake of looking down, lips wobbling, bare chest heaving with eyes filled with hearts, only to see him glaring back with a dutiful tongue, making short, sugary work of her sweet spot. Dust! Her body shut down to experience the pleasure, throwing her head back with her tongue rolled out and eyes half-lidded, blurred in desire. Whatever self-control she maintained, washed away when teeth nibbled on a masochist nub and pressed against her filth spot.

She whined.

All the pleasure sensors in her brain went off. Thoughts? Hazy. A cloud of white blurred everything. Her arms ultimately worked, but only to grip onto his hair and pull him closer. A downfall caused by her own hands because he smirked into velvety folds, and licked while she came undone a second time. Melted. The only possible word to describe her body's sensation. Everything melted away into another blissful nirvana as her body let go. Extra-extra picky became extra-extra sensitive. Thrashing turned into a single curve of her body with her head pressed downward into the mattress, spilling juices for him to drink. Nothing else mattered, not even when she screamed out his name.

Jaune drank until her body lifelessly fell back on the bed, shaking like a leaf. He licked his lips, tasting nectar that had slowly turned addicting. Savory. Hands released her breasts, un-pinching pink with his shoulders freeing her trapped legs. She noticed none of it, grinning foolishly with drips of drool spilling down her mouth. Parts of her voice still crawled out, softly, like a gurgle of pleasure. Jaune only hurried to exit out of the room before her bare appearance forced the linen tent in his pants to react. Didn't help that his actions caused such a state of euphoria for Ruby.

"Thanks for the meal."

He exited the room without another word. Nothing, not a sound passed those wobbling lips. Ruby remained a twitching mess until her Scroll rung a second time with Yang on the other end, wondering what was taking her sister so long, and she would have fallen asleep, too, if it wasn't for her sister calling. Such a comfortable bed, so cozy with a thick scent of after filth to lull her to dreamland. Nice and soft with her body blissfully relaxed. She only dozed off a minute or two before her Scroll annoyed her a third time.

On the bright side, its annoying beeping shoved her common sense back into her filthy brain. Logic returned. A body progressively cooled on the bed. Once she managed to sit upright, legs buttered up and sheets stained, she fumed. Two could play this game, huh? Ruby violently shook her head, standing up to find her clothes. Turn her tactics against her? Uh, not on his life. So what if he fought back? That only meant an all the more crushing defeat when he sequentially lost. Still, until then, her sights flickered toward the messy bed. One wrong move had turned her into putty. Couldn't have that, not while he fought filth with filth. Only option left was to never falter during his strikes. She must meet his perversion head-on.

"This means war."

…

"Huh?"

Ruby didn't expect for her chance of revenge to come so soon, but she found her dummy for a hubby, sleeping on their bed, passed out cold with a textbook in his hand and notebook in the other. A quick peek of the cover alerted her to what he had been reading, and a naughty gleam graced her smile.

Giggle!

Someone was studying hard for their next midterm, probably aiming for a perfect score on their next exam? Must have came here to avoid his team and her intrusion in the library. It was a Friday night, but not even Ruby could convince her partner to throw away her weekend when there was a test the following Monday. So dum-dum here must have concluded she wouldn't be around this Friday night? Hoping to have the room to himself, studying to receive high marks, and a possibly mind-blowing reward. Emphasis on the blowing.

Ruby licked her lips at the filthy thought.

Funny enough, she came here for the exact opposite reason. To escape Weiss and her habits of forced readings, and instead to cuddle on the same bed with a game on her Scroll. Feasibly in her nighties, thinking about him with a filthy video on her Scroll. Sleep would come from an active imagination and relieving herself silly. Tongue out, clothes gone, toes curled with juices staining the bed. Everything after that, well, maybe she should skedaddle and leave him to his rest before her desires got the better of her?

"... Ruby."

Ruby paused. Uh? Nope! Change of plans! Looked like he was awake. Huh? Maybe? He did have his eyes closed and that same dopey smile with drool at the end. Was he awake or was that some dream mumbo-jumbo? Her answer came when he lazily turned his head, snoring while mumbling her name a second time, this time more heartfelt, but definitely with closed eyes and a slacked jaw.

"Ruby."

Yup! One-hundred snoozing. Which only meant one thing!

Ruby nearly squealed in joy, only stopping herself in risk of waking Jaune up. He was dreaming about her, and it was a happy-drooling type of dream! Oh, oh! Those were the best! Sometimes she dreamed about dogs playing poker. Silly corgis, how were they holding those cards without thumbs? Giggle!

Then things flipped when she noticed the tent in his jeans.

Eyes grew in fascination, only for them to narrow nefariously. Ruby smirked, walking playfully over to place her palm over the linen cover. What a filthy perv, what could Jaune possibly be dreaming about that would fascinate such a reaction? That drooled out her name, no less? Then again, who cared? Her sultry smirk broadened as she rubbed his pants, encircling her prey as he foolishly slept. All that mattered was that his dream, filth or non-filth, centered around her. Excellent. One step closer to snagging her husband.

She pulled out her Scroll, hitting record on the device. Another chance like this might now come, and Ruby didn't dare miss out on the opportunity to show Jaune undeniable proof of their attraction. No one lied in their sleep. So minutes passed with her recording the few times he mumbled her name, pushing that dolt-y smile to stretch. He remained oblivious to it all, sleeping the good rest where Dream Ruby rewarded him for a perfect score on their exam. When he mentioned her name a fifth time, she shut the Scroll and saved the message.

Ha!

Irrefutable proof! Now time to rub it in and show him how compatible they were! Only issue, he was one heck of an obtuse sleeper. Barely flinched when she poked him on the cheek, even when applying more pressure. That only managed to push his head to the side. Nothing accomplished there. Hn? Somehow he beat Yang. Impressive. Would make for some fun family cards for the holidays when trying to wake up daddy. They would undoubtedly jump on his chest. Her, on the other hand, might resort to more mischievous tactics if alone.

Like right now.

She brushed her palm over the tent once more, eyes glazed over. Indecent idea filled her impressionable head. Maybe she felt like rewarding him for having such filthy dreams about her. Without a doubt a confidence booster. Made her feel wanted, desired, filthy. Gulp! Ruby chewed on her lips. She knew she shouldn't, but delicate hands moved before her brain stopped them, pulling down his pants. Boing! Her treat popped out with it standing at attention. More lip biting. Where was the harm in stroking it?

No one convinced her not to, so one palm found itself massaging his member while her other hand unclasped her combat skirt. A piece of clothing fell around a pair of ankles as a sleeping beast stirred, but failed to arose, only mumbling Ruby's name much louder and with a silly smile. Such a reaction made her work harder, applying more pressure while unruly fingers dug deep into her body. She almost kept going, but got a wicked idea, releasing his sword while her digits continued on pleasuring.

She flipped her Scroll down and hit Record. Who didn't want a personal video of them having fun? Just more proof for him later, but statistics aside, her brain fuzzied as a thin piece of fabric turned transparent from the amount of juices that stained it. Ruby didn't care, freely spilling her juices down on bare thighs, shivering from her spine as her free hand resumed stroking him on camera. Pant! Pant! Her speed remained potent, firm strong, but he hadn't exploded. Nothing for ten minutes! If anything, she—ugh!

Ruby's Scroll captured the moment she came undone, recording every bit of her spine arching to the way her tongue rolled out and eyes shot up. Toes curled, she moaned, and he remained sleeping while she ruined a pair of panties. When she finally came back down, panting with her face red with exertion, and folds dripping in sensuality, she peeked down at the hardened flesh gripped between her fingers. Hands weren't good enough to appease this wild beast. Must be an extra-naughty dream. Drips of his milk spilled from the tip, dirtying her hands, only for her to lick her palm and fingers clean.

During the entire time, she stared hard at her throbbing treat.

Temptation was a powerful mistress and trapped her willpower in a skintight latex getup. Whip! Smack! Groan! She already leaned down to press her face against the throbbing flesh, inhaling a deep scent from where her cream-filling resided. So hot with such a mind-numbing smell, she licked the base for a quick taste test. Mmm! Nice and firm, ready to burst. Riped for the milking. All that was needed was a pair of lips to drain him of his excess cream.

Yes, Ruby breathed heavily, a pair of milk-hungry lips.

Suck!

Jaune groaned before turning his head toward the other side of his pillow, drooling with a pleasant grin. Sleep kept him from waking up and looking down where a mane of dark red hair bounced on his lap.

Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!

Ruby slurped enthusiastically. A mouthful of his member filled a need in her body, a satisfying one. She enjoyed the sensation of her throat feeling full, more so when she knew this reaction had been caused by her. Great job, Dream Ruby. Now leave the rest up to Real Ruby. More licking, more slurping, and more sucking, she bounced her head passively over his lap, fumbling with the straps of her outfit. More clothing joined the floor, she sunk further between each choke, and only her corset and underwear remained on, but not for long. Slowly, ever so gradually, she untied knots, gagging in spit and droplets of cream. One hand remained teasing her entrance, pulling off a thinly moist fabric. Soon her corset fell, and she kicked her feet up, bouncing up and down.

He still slept through it all.

Ruby moaned when she felt him stiffened, tasting milk. Her bare body rested on the bed, one hand having fun downward with the other pulling and pinching at her chest. Moan! She playfully waved her feet back-and-forth in the air, staining the best with her eyes closed. A sense of innocence captured her image while she licked the base of his member, running a tongue up-and-down with a passionate groan. Toes began to curl with her edging release, sucking down a mouthful of meat that tasted of her new favorite treat. Then his hips buckled, shooting his hips upward, forcing her to deepthroat his throbbing flesh as he shot out his delicious milk.

Her eyes grew impossibly large, naturally gulping down thick milk.

Mmmm! Ruby lost herself in the act, receiving a release of her own. Her body quivered. Swallowing as much as she could, plenty still spilled out. No problem. She drank what she could, licking her lollipop clean after. Not a drop got missed, not a touch of his heated skin remained dry. She serviced, cleaning from top-to-bottom, coating everything in a thin layer of saliva while Mr. Dense here slept through it all. Some ended up on her face, but she ignored that precious seed, enjoying the aroma while sucking her fingers dry of her juices.

Ruby smiled between her tasting. Knowing that she gave her future husband pleasure and relief, filled her tummy with butterflies while his milked warmed her from the inside-out. Humph! Time to watch the video and compare it to the earlier one, but when she got up to go watch it, she found the previous entry missing. All of it was gone! Only her bedroom adventure remained, ready to be viewed for research purposes.

Growl!

Snickerdoodles! She recorded over her evidence. Well, not such a huge loss. Ruby should be able to record another session, except, eh, after exploding his backed-up cream, he appeared to fall deeper into his nap. No more mumbling for this Arc. That didn't mean his body relaxed, quite the opposite, in fact, harder than before. Maybe this wasn't a total bust? Perhaps she could make him burst another shot? Yeah, that was the reason, and not because she desired another go or was addicted to his unique taste and smell. Filthy girls had some standards, which did not include milking their stubborn dolts dry of milk that rightfully belong to them.

Ruby smirked, Jaune slept, and a throat gagged.

Gulp!

A few hours later, Jaune Arc awoke to find the bottom part of his outfit discarded. His Scroll laid beside him, beeping of a new message. Two messages. One a video and another a picture with only a caption named Giggle.

Apprehensive kept him from clicking the messages opened, knowing full well they linked to his wardrobe malfunction. Hardly meant he possessed the willpower not to click open. His thumb moved for him with his anticipation growing by the percentage loading.

First, he opened the image, coughing when the picture loaded in all its filthy glory. A breath hitched with skin going iron-like hard. There Ruby was, licking his member with lipstick on and without a thread of clothing, laying on the bed, bottom pushed up by the bedpost with her feet thrown up, face covered in his cream. She peered at the camera, eyes half-lidded, tongue pressed to the side, and arms hidden underneath her body. Didn't take a genius to put the puzzle together with the stains on the bed.

Too bad you didn't wake up. I went for seconds. Giggle! I'm such a messy eater.

Another gulp, another message opened, and another breath hitched. This time the video played.

Suck! Slurp! Suck!

"I'm such a filthy girl."

Ruby had milked him dry while he slept, face thrust downward with her back arched, and rear pressed upward. She made no effort to keep quiet, not like the classroom, and purposely made choking, gagging, and sucking sounds as she slurped and fingered herself. Meanwhile, he remained sleeping, drooling like an idiot with her juices spilling down on the sheets. Every once in a while, when she wasn't busy servicing his weapon or panting from exhaustion, she peeked at the camera and kissed the head, being extra-loud. What followed after was a deepthroat that ended up with her gagging.

Sleeping Jaune didn't care, drooling on his pillow as Ruby drooled on his hardware. No inch was safe from her bouncing onslaught. No corner was free of saliva. He slept, she sucked. He mumbled, she sped up. His hips buckled, and she released him to spread her tongue out and stroke until he finally burst all over her face.

What a wonderful sight.

Sticky white milk splattered all over her tongue and face, drenching her in his filth. She didn't care, relishing in the act, licking her tongue joyfully around her lips. She then cleaned his sword, polishing the blade expertly with her mouth tasting every drop missed. However, when his sleeping self mumbled her name out loud, Ruby paused, smirked, and then drew one, long stroke from the base to the tip, tongue tasting every inch along the way. She then reached for her Scroll, held the device up, and the clicked.

Yup! Now he knew the origins of that picture.

The video ended with her swallowing his entire meat whole, coming back up with a proper spit-shine. Not a trace of his seed remained, except on her face, and she blew kisses at the camera before shutting off the video. When it was all said and done, he sighed and ran a hand through his locks.

Ruby was only getting filthier.

What was he supposed to do now? Decisions, decisions. Fighting filth with filth worked against him. No. He needed to plan out and prepare for the unexpected, but not before re-watching the video for a second time, for research purposes.

Suck! Slurp! Suck!

"I'm such a filthy girl."

...

Ruby Rose knew Jaune Arc fought his partner at this time.

She committed the schedule to memory. Before long, Jaune would walk the hallways of Beacon, a bone-broken man. Aches, pains, pulled muscles, and everything in between followed after a harsh sparring exercise. Nothing was safe from a tough day's training. Only now, her turn came up to soothe his form with her customary massage, except, this time, she planned an extra-special surprise for her husband-to-be. After that tongue-tastic adventure, he deserved a treat. What kind of wife would she be if she didn't indulge in a little foreplay?

She smiled when he turned a corner, beaten up with a wobble in his step.

Right on schedule.

Crocea Mors was used to keep his balance up. He sighed with a ruffle of his hair, eyes closed. Ruby frowned internally. She understood why he trained so hard, so diligently, because he was a leader. People looked up to him, and the Vytal Festival was around the corner. The pressure, the expectations, the headache-inducing leader problems, she understood it all. All of that only made her want him more. Those qualities would provide a sensible household for little ones. Morals and a sense of pride, yup! Something every person needed.

Now to win him over with the filthiest of massages!

She left a flurry of rose petals in her wake, appearing before him on the soles of her boots. A bag of mindless questionable greeted them both, clutched tightly between soft digits. By now he knew what she wanted, but made zero attempts to head toward their bedroom, acting stubborn in the face of inevitable defeat. His feet pushed him for his team's room, not trusting himself around her anymore. Too much filth was a bad thing. He dared not indulge himself with his spirit bruised and body weak, craving nothing more than tender affection, except she seized his wrist and pulled him close, only for her to shove him immediately back.

Ew!

Ruby pinched her nose. He reeked of sweat. Must have been a super intense spar? Scratch the massage! He seriously needed a shower to wash away the smell. No way was he going to get his treat while smelling like that. No siree!

He almost escaped from her circle, using his rancid smell to his advantage, only for her to tug his sleeve with one wrist as her fingers remained pinching her nose. Puffed cheeks greeted him, glaring an adorable fury he dare not argue against, and a quick later, he found himself shoved into their bedroom. Be a lie to say he wasn't looking forward to the massage, but a towel smacked against his face before he removed his shirt.

"Get your stinky butt in there and take a shower!"

A shower? Now? His mouth opened to protest. Ruby threw a pillow this time, followed by a second, and then third, and Scroll until he finally got the message. After rubbing his head, he walked in, muttering to himself about crazy girls before shutting the door. Running water soon greeted her ears. Good. Good! Now to sit on the bed and wait for him to finish. Shouldn't be too long, he was a guy, after all.

She strolled over and plopped her butt on the linen, shuffling her feet as she waited impatiently. Her smile gradually morphed into a pout as the seconds passed. A minute soon turned int two and then five. Eventually, she humphed, crossing her arms when steam spilled out from beneath the door. What was taking Jaune so long? A quick shower! In-and-out! Simple! Easy! Growl! Ruby jumped off the bed, wondering what could he possibly be washing that required such attention.

Thinking, she tilted her head. Imagination revealed him bare in the stall, getting pelted with hot water. Each droplet slid down his skin, washing away soap from rock-like muscles. Dripping hair stuck to his head. There was plenty of space to walk around. Big enough for two. Maybe for a slender body? Petite. Small, with a thin waist and adorably soft skin. Ruby hadn't realized her hand drifted downward, playing inside fabric. A wetness, slipperier than the water spilling on Jaune, dripped down her legs. Her thoughts got consumed of soap on hard muscles. Naked! In the shower!

Enough space for two!

Ruby Rose was a filthy girl, and she craved a shower.

Couples took showers together, right? Right. Right! Whatever argument she had ready, whatever possible chance she had of talking herself out of it, fell to the floor, along with her clothing. A bare bottom Huntress stalked into the steamy room, tip-toeing toward her prey with the curtain acting a sense of modesty. Well, no, not really, not with his shadow working against her. From here, on the other side, she saw his anticipation for the upcoming massage, standing at attention, ready to be milked dry by a pair of milk-loving lips. Ruby chewed nervously at the imagery of her on her knees, cleaning him off orally while he showered up, rubbing lazy circles below her waist as she pinched her hardened nubs. What could it be like to have those confident eyes staring down at her? When she serviced him? In a cascade of running water? While she drowned in his homemade milk? Slurping. Sucking. Gulping.

Pinch!

Ruby threw her head back, biting back a moan. No more delays. With a loofah in hand, she shoved the curtain aside, giggling when he screamed and hid his weapon from her. Silly Jaune, what was the point of modesty now? Must all be instinct. After their little adventure, the need to shield her appearance was the last thing on her mind. Not to say she didn't appreciate the free show, holding back a whistle with a blush coloring her skin. Toned muscles? Check! Water splashing on his skin? Yup-yup! Blue eyes going from shock to adoring, checking out her bare body without a hint of remorse? Giggle! Ruby stepped inside, not hiding her interest in his hardened friend in the slightest. She stepped forward, wrapped her fingers around the heated flesh, and smiled innocently as her hand pumped up-and-down.

"You're taking too long." Ruby said. "I'm here to help you wash up. Now turn around so I could get your back."

He didn't protest, didn't open his mouth to ask why, and quietly turned around with her hand begrudgingly releasing his sword. Throbbing veins already missed her soft yet firm grip. Nothing to fret over, she wasted little time, rubbing soap against her sponge, while doubly making sure to rinse her body in warm water. Duds spilled onto her wet body, cleaning creamy skin. Ruby only smiled. A loofah touched his back, scrubbing dirt and bruises with a gentle touch, moved by experienced hands that knew his back muscles very well. Only problem, his height worked against her. Reaching his neck became an issue from behind, not having the convenience of him laying on a bed to fix the problem with their height difference. A cute stubbornness prevented her from asking him to lean down. No other choice, she pressed her soft body against his to lean on his back, squishy breasts squeezed against dense tendons, and he flinched.

Both of them did, but Ruby hid hers better.

Good thing he failed to notice her blush, probably due to his labored breathing. Having her body pressed up against his, taunt back muscles to creamy skin, burned her hotter than the water racing down their bodies. Perky tips rubbed against his spine. A smaller body basked in the strength of a bigger frame, and this led to her mindlessly scrubbing his back, bobbling to reach pesky edges with her muffins acting as another pair of loofahs. When fingers brushed his shoulder blades, she cooed, instinctively rubbing her thighs together. All of this iron-like muscle taunted her. Unfair. Slippery, wet, moist soap spilled onto her frame. Why did he have to be so Mr. Tall, Blond, and Not-Scraggly?

Humph!

Ruby backed off, missing the feel of their bodies touching, but it was time to wash his front. Before she swung him around, she admired her handiwork as the water washed away covering soap. Clean as a whistle! From top to bottom her eyes scanned his back, starting from the base of his neck, to the ends of feet. Everything in between, she took a mental picture, staring devilishly longer at a specific spot.

Uh-huh.

Cute butt.

She shook her head. No time for dilly-dallying! Inspect the goods later! Mission set, she gripped his shoulders and spun him around, almost rotating him into a dizzy twirl. Ignoring his dizziness, and mild groan, Ruby squeezed her loofah, more than ready to wash. Then all of that came to a sudden halt. Uh? Heh. Someone was happy to see her. She smirked, running a hand underneath the shaft of his weapon. Such a healthy, heart-warming reaction brought a renewed sense of confidence to the growing rose. Extra-thick creamy goodness awaited her, waiting to be milked dry by an experienced milk guzzler. Maybe one that specialized on the no-hands approach? On her knees? Eye-contact locked? Choking on a thick, throbbing—?!

"Almost done!"

Jaune groaned when Ruby abruptly shoved him against the tile wall, shivering when his spine came in contact from the coldness of an un-watered surface. She ignored it. Soap splashed on their bodies, with her loofah rubbing circles around his torso as she immediately got to work. Everything started great, except for her lingering on his abs. Ruby lingered there maybe a minute too long, occasionally slowing down to search through the crevices of flesh with slender fingers. Sensual circles aside, hot water paled in comparison to when she moved forward to reach the front of his shoulders, pressing his body with hers. Both gasped. A hardness caressed her stomach. Tiny hands rested on sturdy shoulders. Falling water continued to rain down on their bare bodies, but nothing washed away the lingering scent of desire.

Ruby breathed, not moving a muscle with her breath tickling his skin.

Concentration waning, wetness growing, she moved, determined to finish her mission. Scrub! Scrub! Scrub! Her hands stirred between each arm, squeezing biceps affectionately along the way. On her way down, once she finished his arms and upper body, her focus shifted to his legs. Reaching his thighs calves required her to fall to her knees, but doing so put her up front and personal to his member. Dividing her attention became impossible as an intense scent invaded her nostrils. Scrub! Scrub! Sniff! Moan! Ruby bit her lip, staring intently at the piece of hard meat. No amount of soap could wash away the iron-like filth this blade contained. With the way it rested on her forehead, ready to explode, made her want to, well, actions spoke louder than words.

Smooch!

Her treat throbbed. Hearts enclosed around her pupils. Action, again, spoke louder than words, and the way his lungs hitched, unable to contain his growing excitement, encouraged her to plant another tickle-kiss along the tip. Followed by another, and another, however, he stopped her from milking, cupping her noggin in a firm hold. Ruby blinked. What? Why did he stop her? Didn't he want a little—she rolled her tongue—fun? Truthfully, he desired nothing more than to walk down that path, more than prepared to throw his head back, but he knew full well if she took advantage now, with him, weaponless, she would claim victory.

Jaune Arc couldn't have that happening.

Two can play this game.

Fight filth with filth!

Rip! He stole the sponge out of her hand, towering over her petite frame with forboding soap. Rough hands reached out and pulled her up. She whimpered. Hands, his hands, seized her round butt, pulling her closer to wash every inch of her filthy skin. Ruby had little choice but to rest her palms flat against his torso, biting back moans as he roughly scrubbed cheeks. Then those same hands traveled up the arch of her back, spreading soap with her mind focused entirely on the member pressing on her stomach. Hot didn't even get close to describing the heat radiating from her body and his.

Fingers mindlessly raked cleansed skin. Shoulders anchored a drowning girl. Somewhere, in the midst of it all, an aching body pressed frantically onto another. The way he dragged her loofah, sometimes coarse, other moments gently, threw her nerves into a lustful loop. Intimacy, thy name was Ruby Rose. Now watch as the milk maiden carefully slinked her greedy fingers down to stroke her prize—?!

Slap!

She submissively released a moan, blinking away her appetite to see why he slapped her hiney. Another smack, this one much harder, filled the steamy room with a devilish cry. He was barely starting. Raising his sponge, he shook solvent onto her, possessively gripping one cheek while she bathed in an entanglement of white.

"Turn around."

The wetness between her legs was nothing but the hot water. Yeah, Ruby reasoned, obeying with her marshmallows suddenly wrapping around a nuggety center. Little time to adjust and whatnot, added with his hands suddenly coming from behind to rake her body in a slippery, soapy substance, she thought nothing of it. Nope. Not when he cleaned her breasts, drawing painfully erotic circles and flicking erect nubs between scrubs. Nor did she reach out and seize his wrists, hoping to push them lower when he lingered too long on her toned tummy. Yup! That dampness racing down her thighs was nothing more than water, something he soon discovered upon cleaning that region, scrubbing extra-extra hard to get all the filth off her.

An impossibility in the shower.

Hands traced over her distinctive nerves. Her head wobbled on his chest with a mixture of lip-biting. Scrub! Scrub! Scrub! Rub! Rub! Rub! A nearing release was imminent. She glanced backward, afraid of what she might do if those same, steel-like eyes lingered on her frame, but if he didn't cease his rubbing soon, there would be another mess to clean up. Maybe that was his goal all along? To keep her frustrated so that she wouldn't implement her plan to drain his resolve dry. A sneaky plan, almost worked, but she backed away from her future-to-be, grin promising of dirty intentions.

Not even the soap duds could wash away the filth plaguing the two dolts.

"I'm all clean." Ruby paused, tracing a finger underneath an aching appendage. "Ready for your massage?"

Based on the way he refused to look at her, tenaciously frowning at the tile wall, he was anticipating it. He tried not to show it, but his body proved to be more honest about his intentions. All good qualities she exploited, running another digit up his tempered skin before pointing at the bedroom. He gave in quickly enough, almost eagerly, but when Jaune headed for his clothes and towel, she slapped the threads out of his hands. A silent message passed between the two dorks, laboriously decoded with the way she strutted her bare hips toward the bathroom's exit.

Ah. Jaune understood her meaning. A full body, unclothed massage. He would be lying to say he wasn't looking forward to that activity. Not after the way, he watched her walk out the bathroom, bold but blushing without an article of clothing. The way her curvy rear flexed between each move. Groan! Male hormones reeked of temptation with his body working against him. This game they played, this stake on his future, drove him mad.

Nevertheless, his feet led him to the bedroom, ready to accept any challenge thrown his way.

Ruby waited outside the door with her bare foot tapping on the floor. Crazy to think how comfortable they got around their bodies. Then again, the past few days have been anything but innocent. His lips still tingled with the flavor of natural cream. Feverishly her legs rubbed. Even when dry, she was still embarrassingly wet. All part of her masterplan!

Once he stepped into the room, she got to work. She pulled him near the divan, laying him down flat on his back, openly smirking at the eagerness he showed. He attempted not to appear attentive, definitely not enjoying the way Ruby danced across the room to reach into her drawer to pull a Grimm-eyed blindfold out. Her toned, supply body taunted him not. Just ignore the blood rushing to his waist. Make that a double when she experimentally tested the teasing clothing, blind to his growing appreciation. Then she pulled the cloth off, accidentally dropping it, resorting to her bending down and giving him quite an eyeful.

That only lasted a brief moment.

Ruby turned, and she waltzed right back over, placing the blindfold over his eyes without a word. Automatically, he attempted to remove the garment.

"Rubes?"

Only for her to slap his hand away. "Shush! No peeking."

Another attempt to ask questions got met with resistance. Ruby shoved him down onto the bed. Any other struggle turned futile when she placed a tender touch on his length. He sighed, knowing when he was beaten, and patiently waited in heated darkness. He didn't have to wait too long.

Her body plopped right on his stomach, this time with his weapon sheathed between two toasty buns. Redness captured his face. Palms pressed onto his pecks, leaning forward with her curves rubbing against his friend. Then she used her grip to slide up, and then slide down. Up, down, up, down. Leisurely, his newly dried skin grew wetter by the friction-filled movement. The softness of her skin, mixed with the sensation of her folds rubbing against his abs, created a pleasant experience and—huh? Wait. He peeled off his blindfold, finding Ruby smiling sinfully down with her body keeping the pace. Not a bottle was to be seen, but he kept getting drenched in a sticky liquid?

When she moaned, after picking up her pace, his eyes grew.

Soft folds played over his stomach. Oh, Dust! Jaune breathed, throwing his head back on the pillow. That wasn't lotion or oil rubbing against his abs.

"You like it?" Ruby leaned down to draw her tongue across bruised muscles. "I call it the Ruby Special Massage Oil. Homemade, and just for you."

He gasped. Sweet, rich nectar coated his skin, used as a lotion with a bare Ruby applying the substance in the most exciting of ways. An eager tongue lapped away at the damaged spots on his body, replacing massaging fingers. Those were busy spreading her juices around, turning a recently cleaned body to a temple of filth. Jaune barely noticed, stuck between the sensation of her biting down on his neck and his meat caressed between her rear. Not to mention having her creamy body laying on top of his made any coherent thought an impossible task. An Arc could only concentrate so much with two pairs of lips spilling ravishing his aching body. Didn't help that he felt everything whenever she rubbed, twisting his head when her tongue chewed on his collarbone.

The blindfold only intensified those sensations.

Dust! What he wouldn't give to see her bottom bounce up-and-down on his waist, while her tongue massaged tendons. She had to have noticed how strongly his heart sped, licking between each muscle diligently. Part of him ventured to grab her waist, but her arms sped up and captured his wrists. Keeping them locked in place caused her to shift upwards, applying more of her lotion as their height difference prompted her perky breasts to be smushed up against his face. Neither of them minded, moaning for different reasons. Jaune with the way irresistible marshmallows rested on his head, and Ruby with the way his breath tickled perked nubs. If he noticed the way she tried to close her thighs, instinct-driven to rub them, he wisely breathed in her scent instead. Better to be covered in her mixed juices and have her flexible body resting on him. Much, much better.

She eventually set him free, arching back to resume her work.

Again, he didn't mind, shivering when her butt reclaimed its corner where his buddy stood at attention. More juices dripped from her flower, wetter than before, flowing out in an embarrassing rate. Blame his iron muscles from teasing such an entrance. Jaune did nothing, said nothing, and moved not a muscle in his body. Ruby's tongue exploring his broken body more than made him stand still, even more so when she was compelled to lean down to reach higher areas. Then her mouth's destination traveled higher and higher, passing his neck and cheek, and right into—kiss!

He flinched, they both did.

Their first kiss!

Bare! On a king-sized, double-single bed.

Surprise took hold with their naïve lips pressed together. Pressure got applied once they passed the initial shock, surrendering to a new raw emotion of sensation. Things quickly grew heated as innocence turned into debauchery. A chaste kiss morphed into an opened-mouth contest between two hormonal leaders. Experimentation happened with tongues touching for the first time. Gasp! Another flinch, better than before. The sensation of their mouths meeting, tongues greeting, made their spines tingle. This time his arms snaked around her waist while hers wrapped around his neck. Losing themselves, the initiative to come out on top overpowered them.

Ruby moaned, and Jaune groaned.

Tongue-on-tongue action. Both battled for dominance. Everything the leaders did, moved on instinct, a factor only driven up by their bare bodies rubbing up against one another. Soon, modest palms traveled lower to clasp bouncy curves. Firm, round, and possessive, Jaune squeezed. Ruby moaned into their make-out. That sound did things to him, animalistic things. He gripped harder, penetrating deeper into the kiss while her juices drenched his abs and waist. Those once neck-hugging hands, now toyed with his hair. Somewhere a lip got bitten, and a neck felt canines pinching into her skin.

Twitch! Throb! Rub!

Ruby gasped, heart thumping. She broke the kiss, panting with a trail of saliva between the two's mouths. Hardness on her rear became useless to ignore, not when her other pair of lips gently rubbed against the base. Panting, she gulped, wanting nothing more to have some filthy fun. Nothing else mattered in this secured room. Nothing else mattered but to convince this stubborn Arc to become her husband.

So far her plan appeared to be working. The way she said oh, turned her to look over, and then moaned after bouncing her butt once! Ugh! Bigger hands gripped rounded bouncy skin possessively, massaging her tenderly as she rubbed teasingly against him. Her body convulsed, a pair of eyelids dazed halfway. Ruby licked her lips in anticipation, too far gone.

Then a pair of fingers snuck into her body, pushing her deeper into the Velvet-Hole.

Another quiver, and another drool at the sight of his member. So angry, so hard, so in need of a good sucking, she whimpered when he leaned forward to bite her neck again. Inhibitors ceased to be. Thick milk tempted a wayward Huntress, and the fingers pivoting in-and-out of her, barely helped to satisfy the fire burning inside her core. Then he flicked a rough finger over her bundle.

Ruby suddenly stood on the bed and turned.

He got a perfect view of untainted, pink lips from his position, unable to look away as juices dripped down her soft thighs. Not to forget the curve of her body, mostly her posterior, demanded some attention, round and bouncy, but firm, a one-of-a-kind booty. Then those features came crashing down on his face as she dropped down to flip their positions. Her face was pressed against his appendage as pink folds taunted him from an inch away, smelling beyond enticing.

Ruby licked her lips, panting!

Oops! Now that she thought about it, she forgot to massage this muscle. Not good. A masseuse must provide comfort to all of the body. Every muscle deserved a proper massage. Every. Muscle. Which left her no other choice but to stroke this fierce tendon until it calmed down. Based on the way it twitched in her hand, staring angrily at her, smelling of an irresistible musk, her palm wouldn't be enough to calm the raging beast. That couldn't be more obvious with the way it leaked bits of her favorite cream.

Huh? Oh. Right, she had forgotten to wash this part of his body, too. How clumsy of her. She neglected both a massage and a cleaning? Uh-uh. More panting, more lip licking, and more inhaling. Ruby never left a job half-finished.

Jaune remained motionless on the faint bed with a softer body pressed upon him, unable to look away from her slippery, moist folds. Juices dripped down that heated, devious skin. Things had only gotten steamier when she fell to her knees, pressing her bare bottom right at his face with her leaning down to grab his friend. What choice did he have but to grab those mounds? Ruby herself breathed heavily. What a formidable scent, hypnotizing to even her. The feel of his hard flesh against her soft one made her head spin, filling her thoughts with blanks when his palms finally reached out to seize his prize. Stretching, rubbing, massaging, he teased her in such ways that made her back arch and juices spill. Then he throbbed in anticipation with silver eyes clouded in a steamy, musky lust.

A tight throat felt parched. Thirsty for milk.

Ruby knew she shouldn't indulge in a snack, too much might ruin her appetite, but with the way, he stretched her butt and pressed his nose against her petals, and the added heat in the room, she found her inhibitors washing away. Maybe a small meal wouldn't hurt? Something to hold her down until the main course? Her tongue drooled perversely at the thought, dressing her food with sauces before sinking her teeth in. Unlike the confine of a classroom or close-comfort-hallway of a dorm room, this area hid them from prying eyes and listening ears, allowing them to drown the steamy room with groans and moans. She took full advantage, bouncing her head brazenly, an eager slave to the pleasure.

Slap!

Ruby moaned. She brushed her hair back, panting at the thin layer of saliva over a thick piece of angry flesh. Just like her, Jaune never broke an Arc oath. Two could play this game, so by Dust damn it, he played!

Immediately he slapped fluffy marshmallows again, earning another throaty moan with her mouth full and his drinking. Another slap followed by more moaning. Combined with the way he tasted shivering juices, Ruby welcomed his boldness and melted into the rhythm. A part of her subconscious hungrily waited for the strikes, pushing her rear out while she attended to her needs. Another part focused entirely on milking in dry before she painted his stupid, inviting face with her strawberry-flavored juices. Until then, her eyes closed. Time to concentrate on her work to the best of her diminishing thoughts.

Hurry up and feed her!

Throat so full! She couldn't wait for him to burst. Delicious morsels already trickled on her tongue, preparing her for the inevitable milkshake. Dust! She swiftly arched her back as her treat sprung free with an audible pop! Right there! Fingers found the magic spot, sending her nerves ablaze as her toes curled. Once he noticed her shift of attention, he smirked, using the rare opening to spread her legs apart and delve his tongue inside a wetting cavern. She only moaned loudly in the room, unable to move with dominating arms keeping her shivering legs in place. Tingles traveled up from spine from the base of her rolled toes. Now that he found her weak spot, he was relentless, not even giving her the chance to breathe as a powerful tongue devoured sweet, spilling nectar. Her tongue spilled out, ready to surrender to the blissful euphoria. He even reached out, grabbing her wrists and placing her hands over her cheeks to spread them out for him, and she obeyed, pupils dilating. Yes. Ruby became a willing slave to the pleasure.

Ruby Rose would become his filthy, little—no!

Not like this!

Ruby wouldn't dare give him the chance to gain the upper hand and become dominated by his alpha nature. Intoxicating and overwhelming as it was, she resisted. She leaned back down, sniffed her jerking meal, and licked from the bottom to the top, engulfing her fill once she hit the end. The musky smell overpowered her senses with her mouth filling between each bounce. Rough hands reclaimed her wrists. Her soft skin rubbed against hardened muscles, but she didn't care. Hunger subjected her thoughts in some tight-biting rope. Nothing left to do but suck him dry of his precious milk.

Suck! Choke! Slurp!

Mmm! More tasty appetizers of thick milk. She greedily twirled her tongue around between each mouthful, occasionally choking as her speed increased. That only made him work harder with her hands betraying her, spreading skin to grant him easier access. Then he twitched, and she smirked. Uh-oh! Someone was about to burst. Poor—ugh! Okay, she was reaching her limit, too. Dusts, she was wet! Of course, he knew this, drinking his fill of spilling juices and teasing her bud to levels of name-forgetting forgetfulness. Only the thought of sucking him until he exploded in her mouth, and she emptied all over his face, filled her dirty thoughts. Filth. More than a five-letter word.

It was Ruby Rose, milk draining expert.

Jaune then nibbled on her nub, slapped her butt, and pressed two fingers roughly into her weak spot, while thrusting his hips upward. The combination of all those actions, added with her throat filling up, almost broke the dam holding her release back. A finger then entered a new hole. Now, her spine arched as she slurped vigorously, shattering whatever willpower she held.

"I'm—" Ruby never finished, getting a mouthful of cream instead.

Juices squirted down on Jaune's face. Silver eyes glazed over. Delicious nectar! Creamy milk.

Gulp! Gulp! Ruby greedily swallowed every bit that splashed in her mouth. Must not waste a precious drop. Milk this potently thick rarely came around. So creamy, so warm, so yummy! Impossible to resist this taste and texture, yet some still spilled between slurping lips, drenching her glass in a sticky, salty, delicious substance. She couldn't swallow every last drop, busy having her concentration melted with a release of her own. Plenty leaked out her mouth, drenching her lips in a gloss of sticky goop. Compact and tasty, her head flew back as he drank away by pressing his mouth directly over her folds, releasing his member free and getting her face covered in a thick layer of white. Somehow getting marked with his essence, his seed, made her release all the more powerful. She panted, she moaned, she found her eyes rolling into the back of her skull.

Once finished gushing, once it stopped twitching, she rested her sticky mouth against such a thick, throbbing—smooch!

Lick!

So much of her meal leftover. Ruby wasted no time cleaning the rest, licking from top-to-bottom as he slurped away at her shameless nectar. With the way he eagerly drank, and her sensitivity at an all-time high, her mind dulled to that of passive instincts. Lips got coated as she trailed endless kisses on the twitching, drenched flesh. Some were quick, tiny pecks. Others were drawn out, purposely long with much pressure pressed against angry veins. No matter what, Ruby Rose always licked her plate clean.

He did the same, lapping away excess fluid until nothing remained but a coat of his spit.

When done, when both panted with their meals pressed against one another's mouth, they rested for a brief moment. Exhaustion crept on them, and the urge to sleep overshadowed them, but Aura kept them awake. Sense returned to their minds, Ruby used Aura to push her smaller body up and turn around, still covered in bits of his scent and essence. She straddled his hips, rubbing her sore marshmallows against an enthusiastic treat, creating a smoldering s'more, even after she drained it from its rich cream-filling. Supposedly, she failed to suck it dry. Another extra-thick helping awaited her. Ready to burst in her mouth with an explosion of flavor. Mmmm! Her lips puckered. Maybe she might go for seconds? Filthy girls loved eating messily.

The heat from her sweet burned her buns, and she rested her palms flat against his oily, unyielding muscles with his fingers busy smushing her backside. She wasn't the only one hungry for more, and maybe she might indulge in his needs, if, and only if, he accepted her terms. Dust knew she was wet enough for another go. She decided to tease him and lean back.

Ruby boldly went where no Ruby went before.

"Just let it out, Jaune." Ruby moaned, rubbing her bottom up and down his training rod. "Give up and claim your prize."

He slapped mounds. "N-Never. Not until you agree to my half of the deal."

Her mouth pouted. Ruby slid on top of his harden member, but not engulfing it, but rubbing it between her folds and his stomach. A soft body pressed against his as she licked muscles with his hands gripping mounds. She welcomed the slap. By the end of this filthy ordeal, Ruby was going to be addicted to the stimulating lashes. Hn? What kind of fun games could they have once he stopped acting stubborn? Only time would tell.

So she leaned down and kissed his jaw. "Nope. I know you'll cave."

He tried not to groan. "... And why's that?"

Her mouth hovered over his, breathing down with the room suddenly growing hotter between each passing breath. A backside rubbed brazenly, and she claimed his mouth, but not before uttering words that struck him deep in his loins.

"Because there's another pair of lips just as eager to have a taste of you, and they're much wetter than these ones."

Throb!

Smooch!

...

There came a time in every man's life to admit defeat.

Jaune Arc was at the end of his rope.

Alone, in the hallway, with his energy at an all-time low, he panted with his feet barely able to hold him up. A libidinous shower, followed by a lick-and-rub massage, intense make-out, and to end with such a toe-curling finale? No. He shook his head, digging his fingers into the nearest wall. How he escaped that second verse of kissing still eluded him. One minute they wrestled with their tongues, one arm digging into her body with hers stroking his eagerness, and the next he was scrambling to get dressed before she asked her question yet again, taking full advantage of her body and rear rubbing against him.

A man had limits, a Huntsman's proved exceptional, an Arc moved beyond that, but Ruby Rose, ay-kay-ay, the Filth Reaper, broke those limits with ease.

He sighed, hugging the wall for dear life. Literally! Either he outlasted her—a fool's dream to the bitter end—or he folded to her whims. So far, the pros of giving into her demands outweighed the cons. Huggable skin ridiculed him, supple and tight. One, maybe two more filthy acts, and he was doomed. Goodbye, life of adventure and epic sagas. Hello, smelly diapers and late night bed wetting.

Vibrate!

He silently pulled out his Scroll and slid down the wall, groaning.

Dust! No! Not now! Another picture message from Ruby! Four this time, all caption with the title; woof, woof! Where was she getting the energy? No. No, no! He knew better than to open them, except he pressed accept anyway, and carefully hid from prying eyes. Anticipation took hold of him, and he forgot how to breathe once the first picture loaded.

Ruby had her back turned to the camera, on all fours with her ripped stockings her only layer of clothing. Her tantalizing backside was flawlessly exposed for his viewing pleasure, a fake doggy tail secured by her, ahem, butt, legs spread apart with soft skin and pink petals tormenting him. Modesty, buh-bye! Then his eyes traveled up her curved back to her face, gulping at the breathtaking sight. In her mouth, acting as a muzzle, was some squeaky dog bone that hugged around her cheeks to the back of her head, like a gag! Her neck also wore a ruby-colored collar attached to a hidden corner he couldn't see, zeroing in his sights toward the doggy bowl labeled Jaune's Milk beside her hands. However, the caption made his throat dry.

In need of a good owner. Someone who will feed her daily and take her out for walkies. Be warned, known to be a messy eater. Likes tummy rubs and creamy milk, easily trainable!

When—where—how did she acquire these outfits?

Pants grew impossibly tight. Jaune scrolled toward another picture, choking on his spit. This time she stood on her knees, front to the camera with her arms thrown up like a begging pet. Her flat stomach and perky chest taunted him so. That corner was no longer hidden, revealing a box filled to the brim with toys meant to train a pet. Like a blindfold, a paddle, gloves in the shape of paws, doggy ears with another matching, insertable tail, fluffy handcuffs, and even a red juicy ball with similar leather attachments.

The third picture almost made him pass out. Ruby laid on her back in this one, resting on her cute bum, keeping that arm gesture but spreading her legs wide apart on top a pile of pillows. Everything, from her chest to her belly button to smooth skin of her thighs, was exposed in the photo. She posed her head downward, appearing to be begging with a pair of doggy paws.

Needs a tummy rub!

The final picture only showed a close-up of her bare shoulders, exposing what her collar's heart-shaped tag said; Filthy Girl.

Come home and play!

Regardless of his useless pride or idiotic resolve, he stood no chance to their risque photographic might and carefully hid them in his Mindless Distractions folder with the other pictures Ruby sent him. Groan! He leaned back on the wall. What was an Arc to do? Any more of these types of images and he wouldn't be able to control himself. Once he crossed that final threshold, once he allowed his instincts to take over, she had him. An Arc believed in honor and took responsibility. She knew this, and she edged him because once he claimed her, that was it. He could only enjoy the forbidden fruit by accepting her life-altering terms. Not worth it! Huh. That was a dirty lie or else he wouldn't staring intently at the first picture with her bare bottom on full display. All that soft, smooth skin, ripe for the taking! He already knew how it felt to hold it, to taste it. All he had to do was say yes!

Someone, please talk to him because his feet were about to lead him to her room and tug that leash!

No one came.

He was left alone with his thoughts, in the hallway, with four pictures worthy of priceless art. His pants felt unbearably tight, and conviction tore him apart from every angle. Seconds tick-tocked on by, and he knew, within the realm of a few minutes, he was going to walk over and either submit defeat or conquer. No more naughty games or playing filthy-chicken, only here and now mattered.

One last chance.

Jaune Arc had one last chance to win this war, or fall victim to the Remnant dream of family life. He frowned, summoned his remaining Aura to push himself up, and huffed. Time to tame this filthy girl, except he had one last line of business to wrap up. Something that he had coming since this entire ordeal started.

A few minutes later, he found his new target, walking the halls with a teasing smirk. Yang waved at his presence, unaware of his situation. "Hey Jaune, how's the Ruby problem coming along—?!"

He gripped her shoulders and shook her violently. "Yang! Punch me in the face!"

"What—?!"

"For the love of Dust, woman! Punch me in the face!"

Smash!

Her fist moved automatically, sending the Arc toppling across the hallway floor. He stumbled, landing on his stomach with a loud groan. Yang almost ran up to check on him, but he stood up, wiped the dust off his clothes, rubbed his cheek, and walked away without uttering another sound. She was left there in a stupor while he sighed contently.

Good, now he wouldn't feel terrible about his next course of action.

He moved through the hallway, away from prying eyes, and threw open the door to their bedroom and found Ruby posing for another picture, this time with her doggy bowl in her mouth. Slam! Jaune crossed the room, stood before her, and snarled of that of a wolf toward the still puppy-dressed Ruby.

"I seem to recall someone wanting a tummy rub?"

Ruby Rose shuddered when his shadow loomed over her submissive figure and seized her leash.

...

She lost how many times she had been denied sweet, toe-curling release.

Ruby moaned and thrashed in a universal tight grip. Jaune mounted his final coup, using the last of his willpower to torment her by denying her the chance to spill her nectar. His tall stature worked against her, resting her supple, sweaty body on a firm bed of muscles, soft back pressed to an imposing chest. Her leash, tight and binding, was tied around her wrists with her restrained hands locked behind his head as longer legs kept hers spread apart. Stupid blindfold heightened her sense of touch. Her squeaky gag muted her moans. She was his prisoner, trapped in a pleasure prison that she had no intention of escaping. Instead eagerly serving her term with good behavior.

"Now..." Jaune demanded, hands playing with a delicate bust with his breath tickling her sweaty ear. Fingers pinched strawberries with palms cupping flesh. "Let's try this again. Do you wish to surrender now?"

Before he removed her gag, he played with squeezable mounds, sinking his fingers into inviting softness. An inexperienced body stood no chance to magic fingers. Ruby learned this the hard way, bending her body against an immovable force as he toyed and played with her buttons, eating his fill while her hips rolled stubbornly. When he nibbled on her ear, she moaned, drooling through her doggy toy, panting heavily with him enjoying her body's features to their utmost fullest.

No! Ruby never realized how sensitive her breasts were. Stop pinching! No more tugging. Ah! Twisting! So not fair! That was cheating! Gah! Now he cupped her chest, grabbing handfuls of raw, soft skin with such rough hands. So dominant, so forceful, her head leaned back into an imposing chest. A filthy girl panted, pressing her rear back on his waist.

Useless.

He began unclipping her gag, running one hand on her soaked folds. Two fingers rubbed a bundle of nerves. Dust! Her toes curled hard. Wetter lips slid up-and-down on his member, drenching his tool in her strawberry-flavored juices. Moan! She was resisting training, punish her! What a misbehaving pet. Bad girl! Slap her bottom!

They had all night with her team busy studying for an exam under Weiss' strict rule, leaving her at his conditioning mercy.

She felt him twitch, spilling droplets of creamy milk that rightfully belonged to her. Oh, what she wouldn't do for such a release. To be denied so many times that she lost count. Her mind felt dazed, weightless, ready to serve. Put her under a desk. She would gladly milk him dry for some relief of her own. Maybe that was what he wanted? To hear her beg? To feel her mouth around his flesh? To maybe see her head bounce on his waist? Fine! Take off her gag! Push her to her knees! Her throat would gladly take care of the rest. Sucking! Blowing! Slurping! She would do all that and more for the chance to lose her mind.

Her gag fell, this was her chance.

"Please!" Ruby whimpered, humping her hips, only for his arm to keep her in place. "I'll do anything! I'll even suc—glomp!"

"Uh-uh, uh-uh. You know that's not what I want." Jaune mused, gagging her mouth with that toy bone again. He leaned forward to whisper into her ear while his fingers worked their magic on her sweaty body. "Besides, I can get that anytime."

Moan!

Ruby threw her head back, quivering as two digits bounced up-and-down. He was right, no other way around it. She had become addicted to his creamy, thick milk, a filthy slave to its taste and the way it filled up her mouth, all the more reason for him to accept her deal. Somehow he turned her game against her, turning her into a hot, sticky mess of hormones. Now the power belonged to him. He was in control, deciding when and if she got a release. Such a thought pleasantly tormented her, and she bit hard into her gag, arching a smooth back against a rough wall of muscle when that coil inside her threatened to burst.

"Now..." Jaune warned, picking up the pace with his fingers. "Let's try this again."

She heard none of it, having listened to his demands for the past hour. This game of cat and mouse made concentrating difficult enough without his commanding voice making her impossibly wet—ugh! She twisted, bending her legs inward. Ruby loved and hated how her body betrayed her, leaning into deceptive fingers, even if they knew there wouldn't be a release. Resistance? Negative ten points. Chance of losing her mind? Guaranteed. It was only a matter of time. Under such tormenting digits, her will weakened near each release, only to be denied.

Like right now, just as she was about to roll her eyes back. Jaune's fingers moved away, allowing her the chance to cool down. No, Ruby whined, so close! She couldn't take much more of this, not with so much of their sweat mingling in the air, but he didn't care, biting down on her neck. A gag fell off, a mouth and tongue applied pressure to a sweet spot on her neck, and she drooled at the hardened length teasing her. Jaune merely asked one question, only seeking a single answer, and when Ruby said zip, breathing intently, the gag slowly came around her mouth.

No!

Not another round of mind-numbing, drool-inducing, toe-curling goodness, only for her to be denied at the end. No more orgasm denial in this perverted outfit with her body aching for something hard and pounding. Who cared if Ruby agreed to his demands? She won in the end. She got her future husband. No more pointless fighting! Besides, as the old saying went, make love, not war.

Ruby Rose wanted to make love.

"Fine! Huntsmen first, then family! Are you happy now?"

He stopped entirely, gradually smiling with the gag falling away from her lips. "That's all I wanted."

She pervertedly rolled her hips back-and-forth. "Shut up and take care of your wife's needs!"

He breathed deeply. Yes, time to take care of his future wife's needs. No more games. No more lingering touches and ignored instincts. Jaune undid the knots, and she fell on all fours on the bed, drooling with her tongue out and rear toward him. He peeled off the blindfold. Heart-shaped pupils greeted him, overridden with filth. Her panting—oh Dust, her gasping—made everything painfully throb. Then he stared at the opening to nirvana and threw caution to the wind.

Ruby wagged her fake tail, panting obscenely between each hip thrust as this alpha claimed her. Apex hands seized her wide hips, keeping her locked with heated flesh rubbing against a dripping entrance. Ruby sought to push it in, but muscles retained her still and spilling with anticipation.

Hands pulled her waist, she yelped affectionately, and a pair of wetter, hungrier lips consumed her favorite treat. They groaned together, shivering from top-to-bottom. Her head flew back, his forward, and he stretched her heated walls better than fingers ever could, shooting pleasure all over their bodies. Nothing beat this sensation of feeling full.

Not until instinct took over and he started thrusting forward, feeling every action getting pulled back in by greedy folds.

Everything mind related turned off. Hips bounced off one another, meeting each thrust in sync. A sloppy sound of skin-on-skin contact filled the room. Her pupils dilated, threatened to roll into the back of her head with her tongue hanging indecently out. Ruby moaned louder than ever, panting every instance his weapon poked her weak spot, digging deep into her body with her pants music to his ears.

Hot.

No other word described the slippery, heated sensation of burying himself into Ruby's womb. Animalistic senses drove him to growl, reaching out to hold her wrists as he met each one of her hip thrusts with equal or greater vigor. Ruby welcomed the change of pace, shaking her hips. She bent her body back, granting him deeper access. She did that and more, panting through the entire mind-numbing ordeal, feeling stuffed, having her toes curled, eyes dazed, body unbearably hot, and only able to respond with one-worded answers.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

He only growled, striking her rear harder and faster, losing himself to nature's melody. Release was edging close, had been since he entered this room, with Ruby's only a few thrusts away. So wet, so good, so hot! He kept slapping her backside, loving the way her round butt smashed against his waist. She cherished it, too, getting tighter with her walls clenching around him, feeling the pulsation of his intense throbbing. Groan! Yup! Limit reached. For both of them.

She almost panicked at the idea of them coming undone together, unprotected, but he leaned forward and whispered the three magical words that made everything perfect.

"I'll take responsibility."

Silver glistened like stars.

Jaune Arc pushed one final thrust and pollinated his rose with a healthy dose of his seed. Vibrant, extra-dense, extra-extra-potent cream filled every corner in her womb, overflowing out of her with fatigued lungs out-of-breath. The scorching heat of his milk triggered her name-forgetting relief, drowning out every nerve in a euphoria of sensation as his dominant hands kept her from falling face first into their king-sized, double-single bedded bed.

That was, until he fell backward, pulling her into his heavy chest. She weakly rolled her head on a compacted torso, blissfully surrendering to the pleasure and the need to sleep on a bed of muscles. Eyelids grew heavy. A small body rested on a larger frame, lulled to a secure place from their parallel heartbeats. Staggering fingers reached out to hold an arm wrapped around her tiny waist. She sighed, he breathed, both lacked the energy to move. All of that failed to live up to the milk spilling out her wetter lips.

Ruby Rose loved extra-thick and creamy milkshakes, but she enjoyed condensed and stuffed creampies just as much.

...

Years later, Ruby Rose knew she made the right choice when their four-year-old daughter walked in, covered from head-to-toe in mud, and Jaune Arc ran headfirst into the biggest puddle of mud so Summer wouldn't be alone. She was doubly sure when he threw a mudpie at her face, laughing with Summer giggling a gapped-tooth grin. A happily ever after if she ever saw one.

Their family filled to the brim with love and filth.

Author Notes: You're probably wondering why I wrote this? Good question.