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Prompt: The Last Lesson (RWBY)
🕑 Added 2019-07-23 21:08:07 +0000 UTCSummary: Pyrrha's supposed to be on her way to her and Jaune's date, but someone gets in her way. Her teacher, but not one of Beacon's. The man that taught Pyrrha how to make love to someone wants to give her one last lessons... Includes: NTR, Smut.
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‘Hey Pyr… Hope you are okay. I’m at the restaurant. Hope you are okay.”
Pyrrha stared at the screen of her Scroll, before her eyes turned back to the man standing in the doorway to Team JNPR’s room. He let himself in, kicking the door closed behind him as his teeth gleamed in the light of the room.
His very presence made her heart skip a beat and brought a scarlet hue to her cheeks. She tried to keep herself composed as he walked looked at her.
“Something wrong, Pyrrha?” Qrow asked, lifting a brow as he leaned back, resting against the door of her room.
“I… I need to go, Mr. Branwen.”
“Come on, Pyrrha. I think you’ve earned the right to call me by my first name. Go ahead. Give it a try,” he offered, his eyes peering a hole right into her heart. He could see her heart racing, and the emotions swirling within it.
Fear… and excitement.
“Qrow.” She swallowed spit down her throat. “I need to go. Jaune’s waiting for me.”
“Jaune? You too going out on a date?” he asked. PYrrha nodded her head, her voice nowhere to be found. “Good. I’m glad. You seem pretty excited about spending time with him last time we talked.”
Talked. That was a funny way of describing him pounding her pussy, pushing her deeper and deeper into her bed. He filled her womanhood with his erection, before he came inside of her.
He came inside of her three more times before she blacked out. She had cum almost twice as much as he had by the end of it.
She never should have asked him for dating advice, but he seemed so experienced in the field of romance. Everyone at the school knew about Qrow’s victory in bedding Winter during the Vytal Festival. Pyrrha had thought he could help her in making Jaune happy.
Instead Qrow had seduced Pyrrha, and left her with a hunger for something… more than her boyfriend. The young woman thought she could have resisted that hunger inside of her, yet here they were.
Qrow stood between Pyrrha and the door, and the young woman swallowed again as she glanced around the room.
“I should really get going, Qrow…”
“Sure. Just walk past me.” He pulled away from the door, walking forward with a cocky grin. He stood in the middle of the room, watching Pyrrha as she quivered where she stood.
She wished her reaction was purely because of fear. Pyrrha took a single step forward, but Qrow spoke up again, making her freeze. He might have well cocked a gun considering the hesitation and stunned obedience Pyrrha displayed.
“Oh, by the way.” Qrow’s eyes traveled up and down Pyrrha’s shapely body. She moved her arms, crossing them under her breasts. She meant to cover herself, but instead her arms rose up, lifting her breasts up, as if asking for Qrow to pay attention to them. “That’s a lovely dress.”
Pyrrha’s face burned from the simple compliment. She took a shallow breath, and her breasts jiggled under the grey dress she wore. The gown was simple, yet risque. It was low cut, held up only by a pair of small, thin straps over her shoulders. It went down her hourglass figure, clinging tight to accent every curve she was blessed with, before it split apart to reveal her naked, slender leg. A pair of small, black shoes covered her feet as Pyrrha glanced down at her body.
“Oh. Thank you, Mr. Bran-”
“Qrow.”
“Thank you, Qrow.” Pyrrha felt guilt for a moment. Genuine guilt, fearing she had disappointed the older man. She quickly tried to shake off the feeling as she tried to walk around the older man.
He moved a hand down, catching her with ease. He didn’t even have to touch herself, just holding his arm out was enough to make her freeze. Her eyes traveled up his arm, before eventually reaching his smirking face.
“Got to be honest, though. Doesn’t really look like your style. What did Jaune think of it?”
“I-I haven’t shown him yet. I bought it for tonight.” Not for Jaune. Not for their date. For tonight. Her word choice did not escape Qrow’s notice as he moved his hand, placing it on Pyrrha’s shoulder.
He gave the strap a small tug, before his fingers slid up and down her arm. “Well, I love it. If I didn’t know better, I would have guessed you bought it for me.”
Pyrrha didn’t argue that fact. After all, the dress was more Qrow’s color than Pyrrha or Jaune’s. The red-haired woman would have been lying if she said the older man didn’t come up during her shopping trip, but she couldn’t admit that, could she?
No, of course not!
“I-I have to go, Qrow,” she reiterated.
“I’m not stopping you. Just offering some last minute practice.” Her eyes widened and she stepped back, looking at him with parted lips. He smiled at her, already unbuttoning his shirt as he stared into her eyes. “You sure you’re ready to give Jaune the time of his life? I mean, if it comes down to it, don’t you want to rock his world like you did mine?”
She rocked his world? Pyrrha blushed as she felt her heart flutter, before she shook her head. The young woman told herself to focus, but there was a haze in her mind. A fog that made logic and reason hard to attain. Instead there was only a basic, human desire to enjoy herself.
Pyrrha couldn’t think of a better moment in her life than when she was riding Qrow’s cock. The rush of adrenaline, the raw power of every thrust, the pure, electric ecstasy she felt when he filled her and stretched out her walls...
“I shouldn’t,” she muttered, avoiding his eyes.
His free hand slid down her body, and brushed against her breasts. Their bodies barely touched, yet Pyrrha felt as if a lightning bolt had hit her, energizing her and leaving her twitching. She was hungry to be struck again, and she watched his hand hovered just over her breasts as he grinned.
“Don’t worry about what you should or shouldn’t do.” His low tone made her every breath short, and she found herself standing on the tips of her feet, lifting her up. “What do you want?” He barely had enough time to finish his sentence as her lips collided with his, and Pyrrha’s will was reduced to dust.
Her Scroll fell out of her hand, landing onto the ground as Qrow wrapped an arm around her body, holding her against his. Her breasts pressed against his torso, and she felt just how strong he was. Her hard nipples poked through the thin fabric of her dress, and he smiled against her lips as her hands grabbed his shoulders. She didn’t push him away, though. She wrapped her arms around him as their lips continued to rub and press against each other.
The kiss sent volts into her body. He stole her breath away, and when she felt his bulge pressing against her body through his pants, she practically swooned in his arms. He was hard, ready to fuck her just like he did last time.
Qrow slipped his tongue into her mouth, and she sucked on it, moaning at the taste. His hand grabbed onto the top of her dress, pulling on it as she moved her hands down to grab at his partially opened shirt.
The two clawed at each other, slowly tearing each other’s clothes off as they made their way to the bed.
They fell together, landing on it as Pyrhha’s breasts popped free. Her dress clung to half of her body as Qrow admired the two jugs, licking his lips at the sight of them.
“Looking as good as ever, Pyrrha. Jaune’s a lucky kid.” Pyrrha blushed at the compliment, but said nothing as Qrow’s hands kneaded and pushed on her breasts. “Get on all four. I’m going to fuck you doggy style again.”
“Y-yes, sir.” Gods, he knew how much she loved that position. She rolled onto her front, pressing her breasts against her bed, before she got on her hands and knees. She lowered her head and lifted her ass up as Qrow unzipped his pants and kicked them off. His shirt hung onto his body as he tossed his boxers off as well.
He then got on his knees, and Pyrrha moaned as she felt his thick cock press against her inner thigh. He moved her dress, letting it wrinkle and wrap around her stomach as his erection poked at her pussy.
“I’ve been missing your pussy, Pyrrha. You’re a really good fuck.” His hand stroked her ass, before giving it a quick smack. “Glad you’re letting me give you one last lesson before your date.”
“Mmhmm… T-thank you, sir,” she moaned, quivering as he leaned forward. He grabbed her long, scarlet locks with one hand as the other hand went around to grope and squeeze her chest. “Ahh…!”
He pinched her nipple as he began to push his dick into her, slowly filling her once more with his thick dick.
“Remember what I taught you, Pyrrha?” he asked, growling into her ear.
“Y-yes, sir. Y-your cock feels so good, sir! I love the way you’re splitting me apa-aah!” Be vocal. Be honest. Be loud. Qrow liked his women loud. “P-please, keep fucking me, sir! Fill me…” He also liked hearing his women beg, which was perfect for Pyrrha considering how badly she enjoyed humiliating herself.
“Damn, it’s even easier to get in than last time. You’re so wet, slut,” he complimented, pushing more and more of his dick into her. “Easier, but still tight… You’re one of a kind, champ.”
“T-thank you, Mast-aaah!” He gave her nipple a pinch, pulling on it as he swung his hips forward. His body clapped against hers, a clear sign that his entire length was inside of her. “Oh, fuck!”
“I love making you swear,” Qrow admitted. “Feels, mmm, good. Almost as good as fucking you.” He gave her hair a tug, a show of dominance as he pulled his hips back and pounded into her again. “Almost.”
“Ah!”
“Move your hips, Pyrrha, come on, don’t forget what I taught you. How’s Jaune gonna feel when you fuck up having sex with him?”
“Sex with… Jaune?” Pyrrha couldn’t hide the confusion in her eyes. It took her a few seconds to remember she was supposed to be doing this for him, and she mewled, tongue out as his dick pressed against his walls. “M-Master! Qrow… Your cock’s so fucking good! P-please, harder!”
She moved her hips as fast as she could, meeting the older man’s thrusts. Their pounding filled the room, wet claps slipping out of the thin walls and door.
Pyrrha’s moans melded with the sound of Qrow’s pounding her pussy, when suddenly another sound filled the air. Qrow came to a stop, earning a whine from Pyrrha as they both recognized the sound.
“Sounds like your boyfriend is calling, Pyrrha,” the older man commented. “Want to get that, slut?”
Pyrrha shook her head in an instant. Answering the phone, no matter who was calling, would mean she would have to stop being fucked. She dug her hands into the bed and moved herself on Qrow’s dick. If he wouldn’t fuck he, she’d fuck herself on his girthy fuckstick.
“N-no… Want you!”
Her boyfriend didn’t matter. Her mind was too overwhelmed, too fired by the pleasure she was experiencing to even think about how Jaune felt. Qrow grinned, releasing her tit to spank her ass, coloring it red after several slaps.
“Say who you want more. Me, or Jaune?”
“You! You, I-I want you, Master!” Pyrrha screamed as Qrow’s hands grabbed her breasts, and she was lifted up. Her back pressed against his chest as he hammered away at her pussy, dragging the sides of his cock along the walls.
The tip of his dick pressed against her weak spot, just how Qrow planned. She felt her nerves explode as Pyrrha’s eyes widened. Her emerald eyes rolled into her skull as she came to a loud, quivering climax, shaking as her body pressed against Qrow’s. He held her tits against her own body, squeezing and kneading her chest as she came on her bed. Her hands grabbed at his, holding them as she trembled like a leaf.
Qrow followed behind her, filling her pussy with his seed to the point that it was soon overflowing. His semen spilled out of her cunt, dripping onto her bed as the Scroll finally stopped ringing.
The dark-haired man almost felt bad for Jaune as he rode the aftershocks of pleasure. Almost. There were plenty of fish in the sea, of course, and Qrow was sure Jaune would find another, but Pyrrha? She was his now.
Qrow was ready to ask if Pyrrha was ready for another go, when she gave his hands a squeeze and turned her head, staring at him with one eye as she licked her lips.
She uttered only one word, but that word made Qrow’s cock throb inside of her cum-filled pussy.
“More.”
