Instead she spent her eighteenth birthday fighting off an entire hoard of Beowuvles with Ruby by her side, all because the local Hunters had run off because one of their members ended up losing their legs. Honestly, if you were going to worry about a little bit of trauma, becoming a Huntsmen really wasn’t the sort of job that you should actually take on, it was clear the people they were replacing were very big fish in what amounted to a very small pond, local bullies who managed to somehow push their way through a junior academy and returned home with the very basics of their Aura, which to be fair was more than she ever learned at their age, and some fancy weapons and thought they could continue to swing their dicks around as if they were the strongest people in the village.
Which they weren’t, they were just teenagers who were naturally strong and spoiled at a young age, future Cardin Winchester’s, but clearly they didn’t have anything to back it up. Unlike Cardin.
Which, why was she thinking about this, why was she focusing on what had to have been the worst birthday that she had ever had. Why was she focusing on the asshole at school who forced her to be little more than his personal school girl grope toy among other things that left her floundering for months on end.
Enough of that, enough of focusing on the past, enough of thinking about how shitty the last three years had been for her. This was her night, this was Jeanne Arc’s night!
She could finally enjoy herself, cut loose, go to some of the nightclubs that Atlas was famous for. It didn’t hurt that she was actually allowed to drink and party on the dancefloor instead of being relegated to one of the dry rooms off to the side.
The only reason for this was because Atlas considered her a proper adult at eighteen, though it was best not to dwell on the exact reasons why that was the case. If she had been back home she would have had to wait another two years just to go to the bar and get properly sloshed. But she didn’t have to worry about that here, with her Huntress license, her now perfectly valid ID, and little to no restraint she was ready for what promised to be the wildest night of her life.
Jeanne had been preparing for this since she got up that morning, she had taken the extra time to straighten her bob until her hair lay mostly flat, none of the usual poof that made it look like she rolled directly out of bed. Those soft, cherub features of hers had been given a little personal touch thanks to Neon, cheeks highlighted by a mixed pink lavender blush that shimmered in the light. Blonde lashes curled, full wing tip, and a nice red eyeshadow to give those baby blues that little bit more of a pop. She had even decided to go bold today, having found a dress rather similar to the one she wore to the Vytal dance all of those years ago, though, obviously she hadn’t picked an exact one to one. The short dress was even shorter on her now, with the more pencil skirt hugging closer to her thighs than the wide pleated skirt on the old one. The bust on it also went a bit lower than she had originally expected, if only because she had somehow grown a cup size or two since she last measured properly, turning her already full C’s closer to D’s if not almost double that. It meant the dress pressed into her chest, giving plenty of overboob that had a constant bounce and jiggle with every step she took in her black fuck-me heels.
Tusk and Horn wasn’t exactly the most reputable place in all of Atlas but it was where a lot of the graduating students from the Academy ended up going on the weekends in their senior year, something about being able to cut loose in ways that they just couldn’t at other clubs. Something that she just had to see out for herself, it had to be everything that the stories said it was, she needed this birthday to go off without a hitch.
It had to.
Which was why the moment she came up to the door a hand came out, jutting into her midsection, forcing her to come to a sudden stop with a small Ooph. Despite her training and how she was able to heft around a shield that weighed far more than her own body, Jeanne was a featherweight. All of her strength was centralized, no real focus that gave any of the others a more defined body like Yang and her abs or Blake and her legs, no she was so much softer than them. Honestly, one would think she might train just the little bit harder if she didn’t want every person who put in just a bit more than the base amount of strength training to stop her with a single push.
“Nuh uh, don’t fucking try it kid, we don’t let Pleiades students in, no matter who mummy is suckin of or who they think their daddy is.” It was the bouncer who spoke first, an absolute mountain of a man who would put Yatsuhashi to shame. Easy nine feet tall, most of his body was pure muscle supported by the slight round in his stomach, this body wasn’t just for show this was the build of a true champion. Each muscle was larger than both of her fists, chiseled like they were pure Atlasian ore, something that was shown off in what amounted to his uniform, that being, the skin tight, sleeveless collar shirt he wore. It helped the vibrant tattoos snaking across the whole of his body stand out that much more on his darker skin. Each of them shimmering different colors, intermixing in perfect neo-pop where they met into an almost technicolor show, the material was instantly identifiable, Dust woven and stitched directly into the fiber of his being, as if he needed the extra benefit. The only thing not visible was his eyes, covered in thin visor glasses that had the same shimmer of Dust crystals in the lenses.
“No, I was just-”
“Just leaving before you get on my last fucking nerve.”
“No I mean-”
“I don’t give a fuck what you mean, you’re going to back the fuck out of here right now.”
Clearly there was no time to reason with him, especially with the annoyed looks that she was getting from some of the people in line behind her. With no time to waste Jeanne reached into the sash of her dress and pulled out her Scroll, opening it to show her Huntress verification and ID. There was a moment the man balked, clearly about to snap the scroll until he saw the official seal stamped on the digital ledger, Ironwood. No way in hell someone was able to fake the cryptographic signature of the most powerful man in Atlas, if not most of the world.
“Shoulda just started with you being one of Ironcock’s bitches, wouldn’t have bothered you for looking like you’re fresh out of junior prom.” He turned away from her, clearly no longer interested in keeping up the conversation with her. Though, as he went he was sure to get a nice feel of Jeanne's massive chest. Of all the things that were actually useful about her, her body was basically the only thing of note, at least that’s what Cardin had said. A sentiment that if the man had known, would have agreed. But then again, that was how a lot of people felt about the specialty Huntsmen in Atlas, a waste of good fuckmeat that some Grimm was going to get last dibs on before anyone else.
“Hey!”
Jeanne's face turned a nice cherry red at the sudden motion, though the fire in her words died on her lips the moment the man turned to face her, a flash of straining muscle definition coming to his features as the golden red of Fire and Lightning Dust danced against his skin. “I can still kick you out before I finish.” The words were sharp as he began to pull open the door to the club, not simply opened, instead he grabbed what amounted to an Atlas security vault and pulled it off its cog clutches and forced it to move by hand. A feat that would usually have taken an Atlas Paladin at the very least to accomplish.
“So, something you wanna say?”
“No sir.” She gave a sheepish eep, both terrified and well, admittedly, a tiny bit aroused by the display of pure physical strength. She knew it was shameful, she really should have tried to better contain herself but she found it almost impossible to do so. By the brothers she watching what must have been five hundred pounds of pure Atlasian muscle ripping open a door meant to stop Goliath attack. And she clearly wasn’t the only one who thought so if the looks that the other women in line were now giving him were anything to go off of.
“Good, now get in milk jug.” The man eyed Jeanne as she stepped around him to walk into the club, if she had a little more going for her, he would have given her ass a hearty slap to send her off, something he had grown used to doing with Neon when she swung by for a wild night. But as it went, Jeanne Arc was rather plain, hell even Weiss had her beat in several departments, save for her chest, second only to Yang much to her own personal enjoyment. But then, who in their right mind would want to try and compare with Yang Xiao Long, she had everyone tied if not beat in every category most people could think of.
So, with no witty retort to his comment Jeanne descended the dark staircase in front of her, trying not to stumble as she headed down. The shift was stark, the thin bit of light from outside filtered only a few steps into darkness before the streaking lights of the clubs kicked on, it left everything just as dark but made the neon paints and smears all around her light up like Christmas. Words scrawled on the walls in various scripts, some intentionally painted to pop that much more. They were mixed with crude instructions that had been slapped on that fit perfectly with all sorts of insults and comments left by patrons. What really broke it up was the body prints from past customers, clearly people had been having fun there, ass prints, chest prints, even some half body smears left by couples who clearly decided getting back home was not an option. Something that would have been a red flag and sent her right back up the stairs had it been any other night, but she was determined to see this through so help her.
Which is why she didn’t hesitate to pull open the black doors shuddering from base that hit her body like a Beringel fist and the phrase abandon all hope scrawled in multiple layers of neon that could scorch someone’s eyes.
It was everything that she had been hoping for and more, multiple floors each one pulsing various patterns of neon with the music, vibrant lights illuminated the club from the bottom, making everyone seemingly blur together in the moments when darkness overtook the masses of people going wild all around her. The only sections that remain somewhat lit were the bars installed at each of the corners of the room, a perfect draw for people who wanted a drink, drawn in like moths to a flame to the only somewhat stable source of light, though they were dim colored lights that made each of the bottles light up all the same, some smeared with slight neons that lit up and shifted color when the various shades from the floors hit them, shifting in shimmering rainbows that fell back on the people around them.
And the source of it all, the massive DJ stage setup in the middle back, images of performers in what amounted to lingerie swaying on poles or in cages flashing on the screen stage with every burst of the beat that made the whole room shake with the bounce of people around her.
Jeane was lost already, perhaps it would have been better if she had just listened to Neon and gone out with her, but this was supposed to be her night to go absolutely wild, she wasn’t going to hold back because someone said it was too much for her. It was why she continued down the middle walkway, the only somewhat calm if not crowded areas. They branched off to glass tables which were pulsing with color, each one a window down to a performer below. People were congregating there, women pressing and grinding against their newest catch, men pulling their dance partners to a more secluded area while oh so openly groping them, and couples sharing with their newest friend.
There wasn’t an ounce of restraint between any of them. A couple lapping nuclear pink liquor from a woman’s chest. Others were standing, pouring rum down their stomachs to catch between their legs where others were almost too eagerly slurping up what amounted to quick, sloppy shots. Others still snowballing their drinks mixed with, well, whatever it was glowed a very noticeable blue, between their lips and letting the mess spill down their chins.
The atmosphere wasn’t what she had been expecting, maybe Neon was right, maybe she really could just slip back out. She doubted anyone there would judge her, well, maybe the bouncer.
In a moment of hesitation she turned, ready to go as her eyes fell on the crowds around her. And something happened, she felt warm, this heat that started in the pit of her stomach and worked its way down like a creeping poison until it began to pool. There was this deep shudder that followed as the hairs on her body stood on end while this electric chill ran the length of her spine until it nestled in her brain and slowly worked its way to meet back at the start. A slow exhale followed, like she had been holding her breath her entire life until that moment. The heavy scent of perfumes and sugar and alcohol began to take her while her eyes drooped ever so slightly.
Maybe just five minutes would be alright.
When it had started, Jeane had no idea, she turned to take a few steps in and someone already had their arm around her. What would have usually resulted in a sharp push was much more accepted, the warmth of his body left this tingling sensation around her waist as she found herself pressed up against the entrance to one of the small sitting areas, a man leaning against her. His words were basically nothing to her over the music, she knew better than to yell should the music cut at just that moment and all attention go straight to her. In any other circumstance she would have but it just felt good, it was right. There was this little giggle that spilled from her lips as she just nodded along, the thought of trying to find out what he had said faded even quicker than it could fully form. He laughed for whatever reason and pulled a bottle from the table, waving off the person who shifted to try and grab it back, before pushing it to the blonde’s lips. She would have said no but the cool liquid pressed against glossy lips and she could feel the liquid dribbling down. Honestly, she should know better, but it was suuuccchhhh a nice dress and the liquid felt good, she hadn’t even realized how thirsty she was.
Without even thinking Jeanne tilted her head back, lips parting as she started to take heavy sips to not let it spill further.
It was sweet, it made her tongue tingle with every sip, her throat felt warm as it settled against her. A small jolt of electricity ran through the whole of her at that moment. Had the bottle been spiked, did he know? Those were thoughts that started forming with the rational part of her brain but they died, they died in this warm haze of good. She didn’t have to worry about things like that, nothing bad was going to happen, she was the birthday girl after all. So after a few moments the bottle was pulled away and suddenly Jeanne took a heavy breath, coughing for just a moment, before she began to laugh. Her mind was fuzzy, thoughts were like distant clouds that broke apart as soon as she began to focus on their exact shape in that second.
She should have been prepared for what came next, of course no guy like this was going to pull a whole bottle for her and not expect something in return. In moments she felt lips pressing against hers while her thighs were forced apart by his legs. She jumped, more out of instinct than her wanting to get away, without thinking she pushed back against him. But she had no idea why, her entire body was hit by this spike of mixed emotion and sensation as his body pressed against hers, this coiling heat between them tied knots around her insides and squeezed, demanding more.
The man swore, making a few motions, almost like he was about to strike her, though likely not. No one was stupid enough to start a fight in a place like this, Hunters and Huntresses would not take kindly to Atlas PD stepping in and ruining this rare moment of pure, unrestrained debauchery that they found themselves in. No, it was clear he was just upset that his big power move wasn’t being taken for what it should have been.
“Dude, just shut the fuck up.”
What had she just said? Jeanne was never like that, the worst that ever fell from her lips was a darn it and even at the most stressful of times she never found herself swearing. But in the rare lull of the music she managed to quiet the man with this direct statement, drawing his attention right back to her.
“What did you-” He was never going to finish his statement not as Jeanne pressed down against his leg, practically grinding against him as she reached out, latching onto him and pulling him in for a rather heavy kiss. Their lips mashed against one another as her eyes closed, glittering gloss was smeared between their lips, the shimmer caught in another flash of lights, not that she could see it.
In moments she felt her back pressed to the hard material that created the dividers and seats, her legs being pulled open at the same time as her lips. There was a quiet gasp as his tongue invaded her mouth, the taste of liquor was strong on him, something that would normally turn her off but for some reason it just made her senses and reason melt away. It was why she began to buck as she felt him grind against her. The length of his hardened cock press against her covered slit. She hadn’t even noticed how wet she had gotten off of something so simple but she could feel it now. The air was cool against her crotch, she could feel the damp pull of her panties as his covered erection pressed into her.
It was almost enough to make her cum, her core shuddering, hips jerking, god she was never this needy.
Having the good sense not to let him dry fuck her in the middle of a walk way and turn her night out to a very, very short one Jeanne managed to tap his shoulder a few times to draw his attention until he pulled back and she was able to sit up. She looked like a whore already, hair clinging to her face from sweat, a small bruise forming on her bottom lip smeared with gloss, legs half open showing her cameltoe, made by the tight material hugging to her with her drooling slit which had the added effect of leaving her panties totally see through.
“Listen, I’m gonna go dance, come find if you still really wanna get wild.” Slipping from his grasp Jeanne managed to bounce on her heels, pushing her skirt down enough to not flash the whole club before she slipped away into the mess of people just quick enough the man still recovering, cock throbbing in his pants, wasn’t able to follow her.
Still, in the haze of the moment Jeanne could only wander closer and closer to one of the stages. Why was she like this? Her entire body still felt so hot, it was enough that the dense, hazy air of the club felt cold against her skin. It was enough she almost demanded the touch of another person, she needed to share in their heat, in the electric surge of contact that made her womb ache and her heart start pounding in her chest.
She needed to be touched!
She needed someone to say fuck decency, grab her throat, call her a whore as they ground against her there and then. Pull her into the middle of the dance floor where no one could see her, force their fingers into her dripping cunt until she squealed and sprayed around their fingers. She knew it was wrong, there was still this little part of her brain telling her that she couldn’t even think these things but that didn’t matter to her because something so deep in the core of her being told her not to care. In fact the longer she resisted the worse it became, there were these twitches from the center of her stomach, each one was followed by another line of wetness drooling down her inner thighs. Her brain became that much more of a haze, rational thought was dying. Touch.
Need to be touched.
Anyone please.
That was all she could think as she found herself wandering onto the dancefloor, her mind empty, body all reaction and pure instinct. It wasn’t hard, people parted for her or rather they were pulling one another close which left enough space for her to push in. Until she found herself being edged to the middle of a circle, enough of her shame still remained that the busty blonde tried to pull back, but it was no use. She found herself half stumbling into the middle of a tight dance circle, the intended victim of the moment, and she froze.
The people there were motioning her to dance, cheering, their words were dying on their lips as the speakers drowned them out. But she could almost feel their intention, she should have tried to pull away instead of embarrassing herself, but Brothers she couldn’t contain herself. In a moment she was swaying her hips, her back arching to push that modest ass of hers out for everyone to leer out like she was a piece of meat. She went so far as to push up her skirt as she did, letting the thin black panties, really more like a thong, go on full display. It left her tits nearly bouncing from her top, shown off to those in front of her.
She would have continued but she stopped, turning on her heels like a stripper on her pole to reverse the situation, dropping herself lower to shake that ass, letting the skirt bounce up as she tugged at the thin bit of fabric at the top, her breasts slipping out before she pulled the top back up, giving a free show to anyone she was facing at the moment.
She would have continued like this until she felt hands on her hips and suddenly she was crashing back against someone, her ass pressed against their crotch, a barely covered cock digging into her. At that exact moment, that voice that was telling her to restraint died. Finally, it was what she had been looking for the entire night, it was what she wanted. She could cut loose, she could have fun.
Brothers, she was such a slut.
Pressing back into him she began to shake that ass, grinding into him with the intent to send the signal that yes, she needed this, do it, don’t hold back. There was no other way to convey the message, no way that she could verbalize to him over the music and the shouts of people all around her. Jeanne was lucky, he understood the message in an instant, an arm closed around her throat making her body tense as she gasped. It lasted for a moment as she was hoisted up, heels barely scratching the glass floor before losing contact for a moment. When her feet touched solid ground again she could feel a cock pressed between her thighs. It was pretty big, just above average, which any other day she might say was a bit too much for her but not now. She had needs and they needed to be met.
There was a pull and then a rip, her panties being torn open right down the middle by hands that weren’t her own. And what did she do to having her cunt totally exposed, to letting a crowd of people already staring at her like she was nothing more than a sexual outlet than a person, she threw up a peace sign and grinned as the first cock of the night sank into her cunt.
There was this all too delighted moan that fell from her lips the moment he thrust into her, almost every inch of that cock sinking into her, just where it belonged. That’s right, she needed to be filled, she needed their cocks to bury themselves deep inside of her. She couldn’t have it any other way, she couldn’t let them be anywhere else.
Before she even checked if he was ready Jeanne was rocking her hips, basically bouncing against his lap, using him as little more than a mounted dildo to ride. If they wanted to use her as a fucktoy then it was fair she did the same, besides, she was allowed to be a little selfish. She was the god damn birthday girl! Soon, the arm pulled away from her throat, both hands grabbing onto her hips to keep her from slipping too far away, hand pulling away on occasion to swat her ass again and again, turning her cheeks a bright candied cherry red as she continued. Moaning out in the whorish delight that was total surrender to the worst part of her that had been screaming in her ear from the moment she stepped through to the club. There was no hesitation, her warm walls squeezed the length of that delicious cock inside of her, practically massaging the length as if begging him to cum only moments into their initial fuck. She didn’t care about consequences, she didn’t care that they had only just started, he was a man, he was brave enough to grab her at a club, he could last more than a single round!
She could feel him throbbing inside of her and she knew what was coming. And in that moment Jeanne knew that she should stop, she should pull off of his cock and save herself from what was coming. She had a future to think about, a stable job, things she didn’t want to ruin. But for some reason she just didn’t care, she couldn’t find it in herself to actually part from the man who seemed ready to try and knock her up right then and there.
“Don’t stop. Fuck, fuck, don’t you dare pull out of me! Keep going, pound me, use me, knock me up! Send me to Heav-aaahhhhnnnnnn!” Her words spilled from her lips like water from a faucet, she should have really tried to do better, she should have at least pretended to have some restraint. But she didn’t, she began to beg like a whore and in a quieter lull her partner had heard her. In a moment his cock hammered deep into her, forcing her further open as it began to twitch. Each little jump of his shaft was matched with a rope of semen splattering against her cervix, each time a jolt of delight followed as she cried out in her first well earned orgasm of the evening. Her walls squeezed him tight, massaging his cock as she came.
Her mind went empty in those moments, truly empty, a line of drool running down her chin as her eyes fluttered. Brothers, this was everything that she had needed and more.
The fire inside of her died down for just a moment, sated by the semen filling her. More than that, in the haze and heat that overtook her Jeanne could feel this almost static spike inside of her making her shiver again. Wait, had he just gotten her pregnant, it wasn’t supposed to be that fast was it? And she sure as hell shouldn’t have been able to feel it like that, right?
There was this moment of questioning where she seemed to come to her senses, that oh so small moment helped her to regain her senses. “Wait, shit did you…” She knew he wouldn’t be able to hear her words, more annoying than anything else, there was no way she could confront the man for actually following through. You think most would be smart enough to actually pull out, but that wasn’t to last.
As she looked up she saw oh so many cocks surrounding her, many of the men who had encouraged her dancing clearly wanted their turn with her. Mixed with the cock slowly slipping from inside of her and this sudden lack of warmth and emptiness that overtook her. What was she thinking! She couldn’t stop now, it had felt so good the first time and she desperately needed something to make her forget about everything. Before her thoughts could be properly formed, before she could rationalize anything, her mind was swimming again. That’s right, she wasn’t done with this guy so with a buck of her hips there was a moan of delight as she swallowed his cock right back into her semen soaked cunt.
Looking ahead of her, hearts practically beating in her eyes, she pulled down the top of her dress enough to let most of her chest spill out so that everyone could see just what it was they wanted. Her hand came up, circling her fingers around her lips as her tongue slipped out, a clear invitation of just what it was she wanted. In a moment the men closed around her and in seconds she was surrounded by cocks. Two of them were thrusting into the tight pocket pussy formed by her still somewhat pressed together chest, both of them thrusting side to side, leaving her face totally open. In moments the men who seemed to be arguing had made a choice and one of them stepped forward and thrust his cock past her lips.
Bbbhhhhh mmnnbbb ghhhlll!
The loud, sloppy sounds of cock worship came as she was forced spitroasted by the two men who were desperate to try and fill her holes with the sort of crazed need that this place seemed to bring out of people. The same that had totally taken Jeanne in that moment.
There was no real restraint this time, she had proven herself to be a real party whore, there was no need for her to actually try and be delicate with the dancefloor skank. The men had collectively decided to act the way that they had always wanted, Jeanne Arc was nothing but a warm set of holes for them to use, turning her into little more than slambait for them to enjoy. The man thrusting into her cunt grabbed into those soft hips and began to hammer home, using her tight hole as his own personal fleshlight. There was a constant SLAP THWACK SLAP CLAP of hips striking thigh and ass as Jeane’s entire body jumped and was pushed forward into the men in front of her while his cock began to strike against her cervix like it was a battering ram trying to break down the castle gates. He would never be able to but bless him for trying. It made her body scream in delight, eyes crossing as she slurred and gagged around the cock that was being pushed into her throat with the rapid thrusts from behind.
All the while she was loudly gagging, sputtering as thick splrts and splatters of drool and churned up throat sop splattered with the way her throat was used. It was little more than a cock polisher for the titanic slab that was swabbing her tonsils and pushing around as little more than a sleeve. In moments there was this nice glossy ring of soft pink and sparkles at the base of the man’s cock, a sign that her dignity was being thrust right down her throat along with any complaints that she might have had about how she was being used. She was their bitch, she belonged to them.
Shhhrrrrrkkkk Shhrrr ghhhh.
She continued, slurring and loudly slurping down the mess that filled her mouth with the taste of cock on her tongue. The taste of him was even more delicious than the alcohol she had drank minutes ago. Her face was a total mess, her hair now clinging to her cheeks which were puffed out from the constant thrusts. Heavy strings of bubbly drool were a constant connection between the two, even if his cock never fully slipped from her lips. Then with every motion, as his cock went right down her throat, like a spigot, runny throatsop and drool spilled down her chin, soaking the man’s crotch leading to a sopping wet clap as his balls bounced off her chin and spilled further into her bust.
It turned those fat udders of hers into a perfectly sopping wet replacement for her pussy, clearly what the others wanted this entire time. Their thrusts were sharp and awkward, working to thrust into her from either side, cocks slipping in and out the large valley of her chest, occasionally throbbing every few moments before pulling back and then quickly thrusting back in leaving her chest bouncing and jiggling near free from her gown. They had to be a bit more careful, they didn’t want to ruin the just so tightness they felt with that perfect titpussy.
She was going to be able to enjoy this for a little bit longer, the man using her throat was going to cum far before his partner, especially since she couldn’t stop herself from lapping and sucking his cock like it was the most important thing in the world. Soon she could feel the dull throbs start, a sure sign that he was going to cum soon enough and of course that seemed to set her off. Loud, sloppy moans spilled past her lips and along the length of his shaft, doing nothing but further pushing him closer to an edge that he knew was coming. He started to pull back, clearly wanting the moment to last, something that she refused in her almost cock starved state.
One of her arms wrapped around the man thrusting into her chest, the other coming up and looping around the base of his cock, she took what she could get, palming those massive cumtanks that were quickly tightening while she jerked his cock in quick motions when not buried down her throat. She was going to milk him dry whether he was ready for it or not. In a moment she felt the first throb and then closed her eyes.
Her gags turned to sharp wet wretches as cum splattered the back of her throat making her gag, threatening to do more than that but she was a big girl, she could handle this. So in moments she began to loudly gulp down the cum filling her throat before it could ever reach her mouth, a real shame considering she wasn’t able to taste it, but it kept her from reclaiming a very old nickname she would rather forget.
But it seems that Jeane would be rewarded for her hard work, the man managing to pull back enough that the next few torrents of sticky, pearly white ballsludge piled into her mouth. It shouldn’t have happened but it was more than enough to set off another orgasm, her tight pussy clamping down on the cock pounding into her. She loudly gulped down what she had been given, sputtering loudly between heavy thrusts, her eyes fluttering and rolling back as she enjoyed that horribly, deliciously sinful moment. It was capped off by a final spray, ropes of semen blasting across her features while the man behind her finally reached his limit, perhaps for the entire evening.
A final motion, hips to ass, his cock mashing deep against her cervix, the two kissing as a tidal wave of burning seed crashed against her womb and quickly spilled deep inside. It left her squealing like a Faunus in heat, her mouth hanging open, tongue spilling past her red, puffy lips as her orgasm turned that much more violent. Reducing her to an empty headed, ahegao slut while the fate of her future first child’s father was assured.
“Fuckkkkkkk, shoooo fucking goodddd.” her words came out slurred as her body was jolted forward by one final thrust, tits bouncing free from her top, small stray ropes of cum splattering down on her from her face and tongue as she enjoyed the blissful moment of total mental collapse.
“Fucking idiot, look what you did, I was close to blowing my load too.”
“Dude, it’s bad enough we were sandwiching cocks, you can’t say shit like that, it’s kinda… you know.”
“Whatever, now what, I’m close to busting and I don’t want to go blueballs to wait for another round.”
The two complained, throbbing cocks resting between her still jiggling udders, there was no proper angle to get at her now, not without some sort of restraint holding her chest together and clearly they were too dumb or too horny to put together a much more reasonable solution like grabbing her tits. “M-My, mnn stuff em both in my ass.” Jeanne giggled out those words, her eyes just barely able to look straight ahead and of course locking onto the men who were so happy to use her, debating about how to use her rather than actually just doing so. There was this second, debating just how they would be able to, their cocks may have been slick with the mess from before but drool did not a good lube make. Though, there was a moment the two looked between one another, both grinning as they seemed to share the same idea. One of them looked around for a moment before leaning back, snatching up a small blue cask bottle and holding it up to his friend.
“Alright you had your fun, now pull out, we need her.”
The man buried in her cunt had no problems in doing so, clearly spent from having two orgasms wrung from his cock in rapid succession, she had treated him little more than a breeding stud, leaving him somewhat exhausted. Pulling back he let Jeanne drop, stumbling forward until she fell into the chests of the two men.
“Mnn, hi there.” Before she could actually form another sentence the bottle was pushed to her lips, this time there was no little pause, Jeanne began chugging the drink, pushing her closer to a alcohol fuck fueled oblivion. She got four good chugs in before the two pulled her up, grabbing her thighs and waist to hoist her up, cocks both mere inches from her waiting holes. One gave her panties another tug, ripping the last bit open to fully expose her ass. The other, well, he began to pour the liquor down on their shafts, leaving them shining wet in the dim light.
“Right, hope you’re ready, I’m not stopping till I blow my load in your fucking guts.”
“Same.”
That was all Jeanne had in those moments to prepare her for what came next, not that anything could prepare her for it even if she wasn’t a currently cock drunk party bitch. She was pushed down both cocks spearing her tight backdoor in moments. It made her entire body tense, this sharp cry of pain and delight spilling past her lips while her entire body seized. Their cocks were crushed together, much to their annoyance, as her hole squeezed, clearly trying to push them out but only managing to draw them in deeper. In moments they were both thrusting into her, the liquor making it that much easier for them to thrust into her but causing this sudden sick buzz to settle in her stomach. Nothing to help protect her from the flood of alcohol hitting her system like a train straight through Vale’s city center.
CLAP CLAP SHCLICK CLAP SHLICK CLAP CLAP
That was the only sound that filled Jeanne’s ears as her ass was being slammed open without any sort of restraint in those few moments. She couldn’t hear the catcalls and insults from those around her, not the music, all she was able to pay attention to was the sound of those cocks slamming in and out of her ass and the repeated clap as her ass bounced and their hips met her body.
If her head was empty, well, this didn’t help things much. She was practically swimming, unable to even feel her heaving body, she was aware of it, able to feel the way her tits jiggled and bounced, able to feel the pleasure as their cocks took their time battering against her stuffed womb and reshaped her tight pucker with more than she was ever meant to take. But she was just, asleep, or it was more like she was in a trance. Her mind was nothing but a void to be filled with pleasure and let the worst responses spill out past her lips.
“Mnnnnn use me like a fucking whoreeee! Haa my tight lil ass pussehhhh is your fuhhhh-Brothers-your fucksleeve! Haaa fill me up like you wanna get me pwegnant through my tummy!” She could hardly speak without slurring her words, her mind acted on instant reactions instead of properly processing just what she was saying. It left everything to spill out quicker than she was able to reasonably moderate the words. If she had any idea what she was saying, she doubted that she would have even been embarrassed about the frankly nonsensical slut talk.
Still, there was no mercy to be found, Jeanne was used more and more, the two of them quickly reaching their stride and then their limits, especially with how close they had been just minutes ago. The thrusts continued that much harder, hammering away at her until she swore that her ass would never stop gaping. Both slammed in at the same time, the cocks pushing far deeper than the should have ever been and in moments bubbling hot semen fired deep inside of her, it was enough to set off another orgasm which left her squirting onto the floor below as she swore her stomach was being burned from the inside.
“Fuckkkkk!” It was the last thing that left her lips as she dropped in their hold, the two men laughing and hefting her up. It was just in time for those more than happy to stay on the sidelines, jerking off to the sight of a slut getting used, to plaster her face and tits in their own semen.
“Right, I don’t wanna keep holding this skank, you bro?”
The other seemed to agree and in a moment they both pushed Jeanne to the ground, the young woman collapsing on her face, ass still somewhat up in the air. One of the men whistled as they got a look at her, her tight hole now looked like a doughnut, stretched open by the abuse she had just suffered.
“You know, I don’t wanna go another round at her, but it’d be a shame if she made a real mess.” His friend smirked knowingly and took the mostly empty bottle and shoved it into the blacked out sluts ass. It fit too perfectly, the fat neck of the bottle leaving her plugged up with the rest of the liquor flooded into her ass, mixing with the cum. It was a lifesaver: the mix managed to somewhat dilute the solution and that she still had Aura to spare otherwise she’d be waking up in an Atlas hospital.
So what could she do, drunkenly giggle, mindlessly twitching and dripping a mixture of her own wetness and semen to the floor below. The world was a blur as people moved around the birthday bitch, entering and exiting the dancefloor. Little did she know that more than a few people stopped by in her stupor, leaving a few messages across her body, others taking a quick moment to enjoy her before letting her drop right back where she was. And she was so entirely receptive to everything that happened around her, too receptive actually, it was almost like she was a puppet being pulled around on frayed strings.
There were only moments she could remember the group of people slapping their cocks down across her face, smearing the writing and paint that marked her waiting for their turn. Their turn for what? Each one taking three, four pumps into her throat before blowing their loads. She woke up only half way through, sputtering and gagging before she gagged and spat up plenty of candy pink tinged semen across her chest and face. Coughing a little bit more, she gasped for air from what amounted to her almost drowning to death on Semen. “Don’t you fucking stop.” The next person didn’t choose to use Jeanne, she pulled on their hips and quickly swallowed down their cock, loudly slurping as the lack of oxygen, which was already close to sending her back into unconsciousness, took her and her eyes began to droop.
When she next came to the world her cowtits were being hefted up by her nipples, pinched and pulled with two cocks wedged under them and a third pushed between her lips, all of them firing off like they were marking their property.
Next she was screaming back to life, no longer on the dancefloor, instead she was laying against a table, her legs folded under her shoulders leaving her as little more than a set of holes. About to detangle someone grabbed her hips and slammed them down until her heels clicked against the glass as another man pounded down into her, his cock pushing through her womb like an armor piercing round through a tank. And he came, bubbling hot semen flooding the nearly blown out condom of her womb. She was left panting, nearly wetting herself as she had another sloppy orgasm, spraying across the table as the man pulled out. When she looked up there were more cocks waiting, others tinged blue and pink and bright glossy silver in the neon strobes. “Hehehe w-wha ish you wai-ing for, knock up my pussehh for my birthday.” Her hand came down, spreading open her already stretched cunt, letting the mess spill down her handprint covered ass. There was no hesitation, they dove on her, she cried out in delight feeling them try to ram their cocks into her all at once, two, three, she couldn’t even tell how many tried to push in all at once, she was out all over again.
And one last scene, she was in one of the bathroom stalls, the current gloryholes unused, at least as far as she knew, She was being split between at least four people, she couldn’t tell what holes they were using, the pleasure swirled together so to her, it all felt like she was just one tight sleeve for all of them. “Don schtopppppp, dun stopmnnnn, dontdontdon-Mnnnn!” One last wild orgasm as she screamed out into full on blissful unconsciousness. She didn’t know it at the time but there were currently plenty of photos of her slumped on the toilet, legs spread, body painted with cum and smeared, barely legible text. Cocks poking through the various holes on the walls, some even firing off across her unconscious body.
It was like she was dead to the world, body floating through the ocean with the lights barely filtering in from above. She couldn’t swim to the surface, she could only allow herself to be carried back by the rolling tides. It came in waves, first her sense of awareness, eyes bleary opening, one unable to do so with dried semen and sop coating her face. She didn’t even bother, opening just her one eye and looking around to the various gloryholes and graffiti left around her. There was a groan as she tried to move, she could finally feel how used she was, body aching and twitching at sudden motion, thank god for her Aura or she would be in real pain at the moment, more than just the dull throbs that kept her from properly moving. Though she still managed to wipe the mess off her other eye and look around. She was naked as the day she was born, her already ill-fitting dress lying on the floor in front of her, the soft silk white stained with streaks of semen that would light up like a Christmas tree. What was worse was how badly it was ruined, the front had been ripped almost open meaning she would need to hold it together to keep her tits from falling out with every step. The bottom half was just as bad, torn open for easy access, condoms still stuck to it, contents still dribbling out.
“Fuckkk.” It was all she could groan as she began to pull herself up, leaning heavily against the wall to try and make it there on shuddering feet. A few condoms fell off her thighs and stomach, one even dropping from between her legs. “Ughh, gross.” She whimpered as she looked at the mess below her, honestly, what had gotten into her.
“You know milk jug, when I heard we got some drunk to toss out, I was thinking I’d be smashing someone’s head and tossing em down to Mantle.” She snapped to attention, moving faster than she probably should have been able to at the bouncer’s words. There was a moment of dread as she finally looked up to the person speaking to her, straight ahead to that absolute beast of a man. One who was content to cross his arms and grin down at her like a fox who had just made his way into the henhouse.
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