Pairs Well With Desire (8/17)

A sequel to my SFW fic, "Pairs Well With Courage," commissioned by MultimeltaMK45

Rural Vale wasn’t new to Pyrrha. She’d been on missions over her years at Beacon that took her to far-flung corners of Sanus, rooting out Grimm nests and assisting the overtaxed Huntsmen on civil defense. And beyond that… it wasn’t like it was an alien concept to her, even when she lived in Mistral. It was one of the best known regions of the world, really. She’d seen the countryside of Vale in plenty of movies and gorgeous landscapes, whether photographed or painted, and she’d read plenty of rich descriptions of them in her… relaxation novels. There were quite a few stories of girls from big cities traveling out to the quaint countryside to discover the astounding, revivifying natural beauty of the land… and it’s hunks… making the protagonist fall in love with a life she’d never imagined might be for her.

But all of those, the moments in her imagination, the lush tracking shots of romantic films, even the fieldwork she’d done, none of them held a candle to traveling through the Arceaux region herself.

Pyrrha’s jaw must have been hanging open for the last hour as the rural road wound its way through wine country. Jaune was far too polite to comment on it, but Pyrrha heard the soft, proud chuckle in his voice as he pointed out the window at some scenic vista or gorgeous old home for his awestruck girlfriend to gawk at. It was all so… so incredible, the rural beauty looking like a storybook come to life. She’d grown up watching cartoons of idyllic farming villages, and this was like… like one had just sprung out from one of the movies about princesses she’d grown up with! Seeing the little brick cottages with their high, sloping roofs, the chickens and goats frollicking in their front yards, the land divvied up by hedgerows… and of course, there was the wine. Vine-covered trellises were everywhere Pyrrha looked, the long history of Valean viticulture on display.

And as they traveled further and further down the road, Jaune was giving a long explanation of the terroir of the various estates they passed through, in details Pyrrha simply couldn’t follow, but what she was attentive to was that the closer they got to Chateau d’Arc, the more exuberant Jaune became to describe every little detail of the land and the vines. And while Pyrrha was, in spite of having dated the heir to one of Vale’s most prominent wineries for the past few years, still fairly amateurish towards wine, she was not ignorant about passion. And Jaune was showing more than she’d ever seen on him before.

It was the one thing that could pull her eyes from the bucolic landscapes laid out before her. She was careful not to get caught staring, but to see the… the wistfulness on her boyfriend’s face, the mingling of his joy and all his many years of fond memories with his undeniable pride. Pyrrha knew that look, understood it, as only a champion could. It was more than just winning that mattered to Pyrrha. Her reputation as “the Invincible Girl” was secondary to her joy in doing what she did best, the culmination of a lifetime of striving. And on Jaune’s face, she recognized that loving excellence. It was… it was beautiful, and it invariably drew Pyrrha’s eyes back to him.

“Oh hey!” Jaune’s voice jolted her out of her reverie as he pointed off the side of the road. “That’s the Lavignes’ house! You mind if we pull in and say hi?”

“Oh?” Pyrrha responded, more surprised by the sheer enthusiasm in Jaune’s voice than anything else. Pyrrha had watched Jaune become a different person at Beacon twice now: first, overcoming his earlier arrogance and admitting he needed help, then growing into a fine Huntsman in his own right, a brilliant and caring leader as well as the unbreakable shield of JNPR, who could hold his own against the fiercest of Grimm and hold them in place as Nora, Pyrrha, and Ren picked them apart. But here, in his homeland, she saw another side to Jaune, alight with happiness and eager familiarity, and she couldn’t wait to see more of it. “Of course,” she said with a warm smile, “I’d love to meet some of the people you knew growing up.”

Jaune grinned as he pulled off onto the rough gravel that led towards a darling little country house. A man in a beat-up straw hat was scattering grain to chickens—painfully adorable chickens, scratching and squabbling after the grain—but he looked up as he heard the tires against the gravel. Then his eyes widened as Jaune and Pyrrha exited the car.

“Ey, everybody!” the man in the hat cried out, “Little Jaune’s back, and he brought a girl!”

“Little Jaune?” Pyrrha whispered to his boyfriend, who blushed.

“There’s, uh, there’s another Jaune. He’s big, so...”

“So you got a nickname I’ll never share with Yang.”

Jaune visibly sighed with relief. “Thank you.”

But as they were speaking, Pyrrha realized that quite a few people had appeared, from the home or the field or who knows where, and all of a sudden, she was mobbed by a crowd of Valeans, but…

Pyrrha had been crowded like this very many times before in her life. It came with the territory of being a celebrity, and had only gotten worse as her profile continued to climb after her international victories and continued undefeated record. She reflexively snapped into her “crowd adulation” mode, except… except she soon realized that the attention wasn’t for her, not really. Oh, she certainly was getting plenty of attention, being a statuesque Mistralian celebrity, but the lion’s share was going to Jaune. Comments on how much taller he was since they saw him last, questions if he was eating well, random snippets of local gossip they wanted to know if he had heard… Pyrrha was so caught up in this charming moment, she almost missed the young girl who tugged at her skirt and asked, “Miss?”

“Oh!” she answered in surprise, “Oh, hello there,” she said, looking down at the bright-eyed girl, with an infinitely charming, gap-toothed smile, “I’m Pyrrha, and you are...”

“Rouge!” she chirped back, “But, Ms. Pyrrha… are you here cuz you’re gonna marry little Jaune?”

Like the eye of a hurricane passing overhead, all noise suddenly stopped, even the birds no longer chirped as though all the air had been pulled out of the space and silence reigned as all eyes turned to Jaune. Eyes that, now that the question had been breached, carried a singular message. And Pyrrha’s eyes, too, had swiveled to her boyfriend, turning redder and redder as the weight of the question bore down on him.

Only to be interrupted as an older woman, wearing an apron and with a scarf tied around her head, scoffed and chastised the group. “Please! You’re going to kill the poor boy, asking a question like that! Now, Jaune, when you see your mother, you need to tell her that I just saw that horrible duck has returned to the pond, and it’s scaring off all the…”

Pyrrha had to stifle a laugh as the conversations started back up again as though nothing had happened, the clamor resuming, with the same intensity as before. And to see Jaune neatly move between conversations, politely agreeing to deliver gossip along, generously accepting compliments for his work Beacon… or for her, and encouraging the younger children… this was Jaune in his element, in his home, and Pyrrha’s heart was full to bursting just to see it.

LINE BREAK PYRRHA

Arriving at the Arc Manor, the titular Chateau d’Arc Pyrrha was surprised how… rustic it was. Jaune had always been bashful about being descended from literal nobility, raised on a chateau, but it was undeniable that he, Weiss, and… well, technically Blake, as the daughter of the Chieftain of Menagerie, came from families much more prominent than the rest of their friends. She’d half-expected a castle as she got out of the car, but while the home was certainly a large, old building, it hardly looked… manorial.

“Ha,” Jaune chuckled as he saw the expression on her face, “I told you, we’re not that big of a deal.”

Pyrrha shook her head, flashing her boyfriend a grin. “Not the impression I got from your neighbors.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, yeah, we’re still… we’re still the Arcs, it’s just that our family’s always been more egalitarian than most of the noble families. My grandad even wanted to-”

“HEY! EVERYONE! PYRRHA’S HERE!”

This time, Pyrrha was getting mobbed for her celebrity, but this mob...

The doors flew open as six women exuberantly raced out. While fewer in number than the previous mob, this one was made up of Jaune’s sisters, who revealed that Beryl was not alone in being a woman of considerable presence. And that more than made up for numbers.

And to think, they were still missing one. Saphron, Jaune’s eldest sister, and her wife, Terra, would be coming in two days later. Pyrrha was quite excited to meet them, and vice versa—they lived in Pyrrha’s hometown of Argus, and according to Jaune, Terra was apparently more than a little starstruck—but for now, meeting Jaune’s other six sisters had its own daunting presence. Six of them, really! And they were all… all very similar, a sea of smiling blondes speaking in the rapid-fire Valean way of several overlapping conversations happening all at once, but this time, it was aimed square at her as Pyrrha tried to place names to faces, but outside of Beryl, she was completely lost… and rather overwhelmed.

“Wow, I really didn’t believe you had a girlfriend,” one sister said, shaking her head in disbelief. “Completely thought you were just lying to keep Mom from setting you up on dates.”

Jaune’s head cocked back in his own display of disbelief. “You didn’t… you didn’t believe it? Beryl met Pyrrha! She’s the one who told us to start dating, and- and- and there was national news when we went public! We were both on the cover of Huntsman’s Quarterly for-”

“Yeah,” she just nodded, “Thought it was a really elaborate prank.”

“You can see where we’re coming from,” another sister cut in, “I mean… Pyrrha Nikos! How did you even do that?”

“Why thank you,” Pyrrha said with a gracious smile, and trying not to encourage this to go on too much further, “But I can confirm, Jaune and I,” she put her hands in his, “have been together for a few years now. And I hope I can earn your approval for the two of us to continue our-”

“Hey, Pyrrha!” the youngest suddenly cut in, “Are Ren and Nora also dating, cause, like, everyone on the boards thinks they are, but nobody can-”

“I heard your SonaTech sponsorship’s up in the air because you’re friends with Weiss-”

“What does Jaune even do at Beacon, is he like, a mascot or-”

“Sisters.”

The stern voice of Beryl Arc cut through the din and brought about a commanding hush. While Pyrrha had some ambiguous feelings still lingering from her initial meeting with Beryl, she was the one responsible for her and Jaune’s relationship, and she always felt a bit of tenderness there. But more so, right now, she appreciated having someone here who wasn’t going to swarm her with questions and instead, bring order to things.

“Jaune and Pyrrha have just traveled halfway across a continent to be here. I believe we can give them some space. And besides,” she shot the two of them a sly smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief, “we can’t wear them out before Mom and Dad have had a chance to pick them apart.”

There was much laughter at that. Laughter Pyrrha wasn’t sure was with or at her, and the mention of “Mom and Dad” had her worried, but before Pyrrha had a chance to say anything, to try and get some clarity on what to expect, she was introduced to what she would learn to get used to at the Arc household: being suddenly pulled from where she was with no warning or expectation at where she was going. Jaune’s sisters quickly snatched up her luggage and, with a blizzard of questions accompanying them, moved her into the house, set her down on a chair, and had a plate of refreshments set out for her, alongside even more questions, until Jaune’s parents returned...

Only to reveal that the grape did not fall far from the vine, and Pyrrha saw herself beset by more questions, offered more refreshments, all while trying to make a good first impression on Jaune’s parents. His father was the striking image of Jaune, only older, an odd view into her boyfriend’s future, but she didn’t really have time to reflect on that as she was caught once more in a bewildering whirl of conversation, laughter, anecdotes… compared to her childhood in Argus, a Mistralian city, but one far more under the cultural norms of their Atlesian neighbors, it was quite a bit to take in.

The rest of their day was… chaos. Utterly unrestrained chaos, whirling around Pyrrha as she was pulled through a bewildering display of family history, tradition, a very intense set of questions about grandchildren from Mrs. Arc, little bits of old interpersonal squabbles, many, many, pictures of younger Jaune in various dresses (both mortifying Jaune and delighting his sisters in equal measures, but Pyrrha was more struck by how well he could pull it off), and, of course, food and wine constantly provided. She hadn’t even realized dinner had started, she and Jaune had just been dragged into the kitchen for an overwhelming set of tasks she simply was thrust into, conversation going the whole while, samples thrust into her hands with Mr. Arc asking her what she thought of this or that, and then she arrived at the table… where they ate even more. The food had been exquisite, but Pyrrha could hardly appreciate anything before she realized she and Jaune were alone in a bedroom together, the sun having long since set and it was already time for bed.

“Wow...” she exhaled, only now realizing how many hours had been compressed into a whirl of activity. It was-

“Wait… wait, we’re sharing a room?” she cried. Pyrrha only now realized that Jaune’s bags were in the guest room with hers. “Aren’t- aren’t you staying in your room?”

Jaune shook his head. “My room got repurposed when, uh, when my folks realized I was going to, uh, actually make it at Beacon? B-but they’re cool with it, they know we’ve been sharing a room… with Ren and Nora, but they’re alright with us, ummm, sleeping together. Oh! But just… just so you know,” his voice dropped low, “This house has no secrets, so anything over a whisper… they’ll hear us.”

Pyrrha paused for a second… then immediately picked up his meaning.

“Oh, I wasn’t...” then she blushed, “L-let’s just… call it a night.”

Jaune softly laughed to himself as he agreed, the two of them undressing and climbing into bed together. They’d adjusted their bed in the dorms to be a double, and Pyrrha usually slept curled up next to Jaune, but now… now that she wasn’t supposed to… well, she was supposed to, just not… not like she normally was. It was weird, and worse, her unsettled feelings of weirdness were making her suddenly very self conscious about herself. And about her body. About how her body felt against Jaune’s body…

Ugggggggh, why did he have to suggest they couldn’t? They were in the most romantic place in the world, combined with the naughty taboo of doing it under his family’s nose, and the two of them together were doing a lot to make Pyrrha suddenly very fidgety in bed. Very, very fidgety. And as she moved to get comfortable, she found herself making a lot of contact with her boyfriend’s broad, bare chest. She’d put him through his paces, hadn’t she? A lot of long workouts, a lot of training went into these pecs…

Mmmm… she liked Jaune’s body. Her Valean farmboy, with his muscular chest and sexy accent, an accent that was becoming much more prominent in his voice as he visited his home…

Really, this was his fault! Didn’t he know what he did to her? And then telling her she couldn’t- how dare he, really?

“Jaune...” she whispered, a playful lilt entering her voice, “Do you wanna-”

“You can’t be serious,” he laughed, softly, “Pyrrha, I swear-”

“I am so fucking horny, Jaune,” she said, knowing that the best way to shut down his objections was the blunt approach.

It was too dark to see his blush, but she was confident she’d turned him bright red with that.

“We- we would have to be completely silent,” Jaune whispered, sternly. “Trust me, my family are light sleepers,” a trait evidently not inherited by the only son, “and more than anything, they live for opportunities to tease someone. That and gossip—they will not let an opportunity like this miss them. If they even hear a moan, they’ll know.”

But that came off like a challenge, which was the guaranteed way to make Pyrrha resolve to, by hook or by crook, excel. And sex was something she considered herself very, very good at. This was now a test of her bodily control, and Pyrrha was superb at that. There wouldn’t be a moan, a gasp, a squeak of a bedspring if she had anything to say about it!

First, slipping out of her panties, then athletically moving atop her boyfriend, Pyrrha nimbly guided Jaune’s boxers down as she began, with slow, teasing motions, to grind against Jaune’s exposed dick. It wasn’t fully hard yet, but Pyrrha was demonstrating how wet she was as she silently worked Jaune’s member up to full strength. She moved in to kiss him, but, careful not to make a sound, didn’t break her lips from his. She simply wrestled his tongue with her own in silence as she felt Jaune’s body respond to her attention.

And her body was very good at getting a response. Soon, she was grinding up and down Jaune’s shaft, feeling it against her very slick nether lips, just begging for her to move a little further up over the ridge of the head and slip it right in. But this… this delay, using motions so soft and subtle that they didn’t make a single creak of the springs, it all made her pleasure slower, creeping her pussy up to the head of his shaft, feeling it so tantalizingly close, yet knowing she couldn’t slam down his length like she desperately wanted to, she just had to creep closer and closer, until…

She felt Jaune slide right into her. Pressing her lips against his in less of a kiss than a desperate attempt to silence any noises either of them might make, she continued to take it torturously slow as she slid her way down to the base of his shaft. Breaking her “kiss,” she looked down at her lover with a wild expression of pure, exhilerated passion as she set into testing their ability to keep quiet.

Using only the muscles of her vagina, Pyrrha artfully squeezed Jaune’s shaft, rewarded by the silent twist of his face as her boyfriend discovered how hard it would be to keep quiet while Pyrrha was doing this to him. She was a competitive woman, and seeing Jaune struggle to keep pace with her was pushing her to try for more. And as she squeezed him tighter, as he ever so gently thrust into her, his motions subtle but so skilled, she felt her own, desperate need to cry out grow stronger as well. Which made her even more competitive in an uncontrollable feedback loop of sexual dominance as they both sought not to make a sound as they silently put each other through their paces!

She didn’t know which of them broke first. But the microsecond that Jaune’s cock began to twitch, so did the walls of her pussy, both of them unwilling to wait a second more to release than they had to as their composure simply-

Broke.

Pyrrha had never had a climax like this. It was almost like her body was paralyzed as the explosive rush of her orgasm just washed over her in satisfied pleasure. She felt Jaune’s cock pump shot after shot of his seed into her pussy as her body refused to lose it’s composure, refused to make a sound, letting her orgasm rippled through her entire being. And once it was finished… they both collapsed, unable to sustain anything after an experience like that.

“Oh fuuuuuuck,” Jaune hissed, barely loud enough to be heard, “Oh, you’re- I can’t believe- cannot believe we just-”

“Shhhhh,” she gently, but teasingly, shushed him, “We don’t want your parents to hear...”

With that, she rolled over in bed, feeling Jaune’s warm seed drip from her well stuffed snatched as she closed her eyes and prepared to drift off to a well-earned—and very satisfied—sleep.

LINE BREAK PYRRHA

“Cheers.”

Jaune raised his glass, the dark red liquid swirling within it as Pyrrha raised her own with a smile. “Cheers,” she replied, as they clinked their glasses together. Then, taking a moment to sample the bouquet, letting the floral scent open up within her, Pyrrha felt… felt the whole valley enter into her. It was like the energy of the land, the soil, the water, the air, everything that was Arceaux came together in this wine as the aroma tickled her nose, she was inhaling the very essence of this place.

A feeling that was supremely enhanced by the view before her. Pyrrha couldn’t help but marvel at the view she had from this hill. When Jaune had suggested a picnic dinner, Pyrrha had been thrilled by just the suggestion. Doubly so when she realized it’d be a break from June and Joan, Jaune’s twin little sisters, asking probing questions about the nature of her “relationship” with their brother. But when Jaune mentioned he knew just the spot, Pyrrha knew it would simply be marvelous.

They’d ridden up the hill on horseback, Jaune introducing her to how to tack and ride, a touching reversal of their usual dynamic. But Jaune was a careful and attentive teacher, so she learned quickly how to handle Xanthus, a friendly palomino. Pyrrha had never ridden before, but as Jaune’s soothing voice encouraged her to relax and trust her steed, she soon found how exhilarating riding could be! Especially with Jaune, the two of them riding across the estate, getting a full tour of the vineyard as Pyrrha found herself falling more and more in love with the countryside.

When they arrived at their destination… it was so much more than Pyrrha had been expecting. Under the shade of a lone tree atop a hill, they had spread out a red-and-white checkered blanket and Jaune quickly set to unpacking the meal from its basket. As he did that, Pyrrha simply let the breathtaking view overtake her, looking at the Valean countryside as it stretched on below her, seeming to be an endless expanse of rolling green hills, crossed with long lines of trellises and the millions and millions of grapes that made the wine the region was famous for. As the sun began to sink low over the hills, casting the world into magnificent hues of orange and gold, Pyrrha could only watch in amazement.

It was the most… the most perfect thing Pyrrha had ever imagined.

She remembered, years ago, when she had first learned that Jaune was from a notable winery—had learned that the wineries of Vale could be this notable—and had met Jaune’s sister, Beryl… when Beryl had insisted that Jaune return to the family estate. To where he belonged. Back then, Pyrrha had initially thought the question stupid. How could he choose anything over Beacon? But then she had seen Jaune’s passion as he spoke about wines to them, had seen that great knowledge and pride within him… and she became afraid. Afraid that Jaune could choose this life over Beacon, over… over her.

She’d always had a deep, quiet gratitude towards Jaune for making his choice. It was easy for people, even, sometimes, for her, to imagine her relationship with Jaune as though she’d “settled” for him, that she was out of his league. He had flirted with Weiss and driven her crazy, but deep down, Pyrrha always felt that Jaune would naturally end up with her, because, well… she was a catch and Jaune was… not exactly filling the rest of Beacon with awe. But in that visit, Pyrrha discovered that there was a place where Jaune was as exceptional as she was.

And now that she was here… she knew that Jaune had given this all up. For the life he chose as a Huntsman. A life that included her. From gazing across the countryside, to seeing the love sparkle in Jaune’s eyes as he had described things on their way in, to seeing how much he mattered to the people who lived here, both his family and neighbors… in this visit, for the first time in her life, Pyrrha actually had reason to wonder if she measured up to all this. It was a humbling thought for the Invincible Girl, and as Jaune told her that the food was ready, she looked upon her boyfriend with a deep and abiding love as he blushed, presenting the cheese and charcuterie board he’d prepared for them, and, of course, the wine they toasted each others’ happiness with.

And Pyrrha was very, very happy. She’d had a lot of wine on this trip, had faced some… intimidating questions about wine appreciation and her tasting notes from Mr. Arc, but nothing was better than having wine with Jaune. He was, undeniably, an expert, but more so, he was so good at knowing what Pyrrha would want. Drinking wine wasn’t some arcane art of secret knowledge as Pyrrha had felt a few times around his family, but rather, something to be enjoyed. It was a dialogue, encouraging her to talk through what she tasted, what she thought. Together, they shaped a conversation, like how Pyrrha had shaped him into a competent fighter until the two of them could train together, becoming a pair that was more than the sum of its parts.

And while she took quite a bit of pride in her accomplishments and abilities in the tournament scene… as she took another sip of the wine, feeling the heady rush that came as the flavors on her palate met the warm buzz of mild intoxication, she’d be willing to concede that Jaune certainly had the more enjoyable art between the two of them.

It was… it was wonderful. Simply wonderful, feeling the cool breeze rustle through the grass, the long shadows of the late afternoon casting the whole world in a twilight phase, a liminal space between the ending day and approaching night, and yet… timeless, even eternal, in its own way.

“Nothing could make this more perfect,” Jaune said with a satisfied sigh.

Pyrrha raised an eyebrow. “Nothing?”

It only took a moment for Jaune to pick up her meaning—and promptly start blushing. “Pyrrha, you- you can’t...”

She answered him with a lidded look and a teasing grin.

Jaune just laughed. “What has gotten into you, you little minx?” he asked, “Between last night and now...”

Pyrrha sprang over to straddle her boyfriend, pinning him down on the blanket as she gazed into his eyes, so magnificently blue. “You’ve been making my visit heavenly,” she purred, “So is it so wrong I feel I ought to pay my sweet boyfriend back for being so wonderful?”

But before she could tease him more, Jaune’s lips met hers and Pyrrha simply melted into him. Their kisses were long and slow, savoring the taste of the wine on each other’s lips. This was not the wild, competitive lovemaking of their previous night. This was joyful, slow, and loving, the two of them wrapped in each other’s embrace as they simply kissed each other…

But as their session grew more passionate, as the sheer enormity of being in the Valean countryside, drinking the finest wine with her beloved fell upon her, Pyrrha realized that she wanted more than just a chaste makeout session. She wanted more, she wanted… she wanted…

“Here,” she gasped, breaking away from the kiss, “Jaune, t-take me, take me here!”

“Pyr, are you-”

She rose up moving over to the tree as she leaned against it, spreading her legs suggestively as she did so. Gods, the view from this hill was magnificent, the sort of vista she almost didn’t believe was real. And even better… “Nobody’s nearby, Jaune,” she said, feeling a wide grin come to her face. “Do it. Do me, here, now, gods, Jaune, it’s so beautiful, so romantic, please Jaune, let’s-”

He cut off her begging with a kiss, a passionate one, made even better as she could feel him hike up her dress… soon, they were fumbling to undress each other, Pyrrha’s hands nimbly going for his belt as Jaune pulled down her panties, not breaking their kiss until they both were exposed. Jaune pulled away to look into her eyes and whisper, “I love you.”

But before Pyrrha could repeat it back to him, she moaned as she felt his erection rub against her, it’s hardness easily finding home against her wet slit. In that moment, she felt his body against hers, his heart beating, the movement of his chest as he breathed, and the heat of his body pressed into hers. It was that weight and pressure, the feel of the tree’s bark against her back that made Pyrrha feel so alive right now. The wine had not dulled her senses one bit, but instead, had put a fire inside her that needed more than just her lover’s lips to be extinguished. Looking at him, feeling him right against her labia, she silently pleaded for him to-

Oh!

With a moan, Jaune pushed into her. Unlike last night, which had been a playful contest of wild desire, this was slow and loving, an exploration of each other’s bodies as Jaune raised her up higher, lifting her off her feet as he pressed her into the tree to hold her in place. And with her chin resting on his shoulder, her legs wrapped around his waist as he speared her against the tree with his cock, Pyrrha had a perfect view of the valley in the sunset, resplendent in its glory, as the finest son the valley had ever produced was right now making Pyrrha’s evening even more perfect than she could ever imagine. As his slow, powerful strokes caught her in a steady, languid passion that she never wanted to see stop, Pyrrha could only murmur, “Oh godddddddds, Jaune, oh Jaune...”

“Pyrrha,” he whispered back, not slowing in his motions as he buried himself deep within her, “Gods, Pyrrha, I love- I love you so much, I love-”

“Fuck,” she panted, feeling the head of his cock ever-so-gently grind against her g-spot, “Oh fuck, Jaune, Jaune, Jaune!”

He’d started going faster and faster, his cock plunging deeper into her. As much as Pyrrha wished to just lose herself to the slow, lazy pleasure of feeling him within her… her body compelled her to hold him tighter, pull him in deeper, to beg him to move faster, to fuck her harder! And Jaune, sweet, wonderful Jaune, was all too happy to comply. As Pyrrha’s eyes drank in the magnificence of the Valean landscape, her pussy took in the supreme pleasure of a magnificent Valean cock. Her gasps became faster and shorter, her moans became squeals of pleasure, and pinned against the tree, held fast in place by her lover, Pyrrha knew she could do nothing to forestall or escape her coming climax.

Crying out her joy into the open air, Pyrrha didn’t care if anyone might have heard her! She cried out her lover’s name as he released inside of her, and Pyrrha swooned to feel him spill his seed, warm and thick, inside her. For a moment, they remained there, panting and smiling, gazing into each other’s eyes as they thought of nothing more than the feelings they had for one another.

But timeless moments couldn’t last forever. As she eased her way down the tree’s trunk, finding a seat on the roots as she felt the squish of her lover’s warm seed slowly ooze from her. Feeling worn out and physically satisfied on a level beyond anything she’d ever felt before, Pyrrha just let her gaze wander over the landscape. Good food, good wine, great sex… and all in one of the most picturesque places in all of Remnant.

Feeling very happy, she closed her eyes and pursed her lips, waiting only briefly for Jaune’s to meet her, and as they shared a long, loving kiss… Pyrrha felt like every choice she had made, everything she had done, that led her to here was all the right thing to have done. Perhaps she had a greater destiny, perhaps the world was leading her on hidden tracks to what she was born to do, but right now, all that mattered was what was here before her now.

And she was very, very happy.