Fate's Wild Card Ch.26 (Released)

That question in mind didn’t seem to click at the moment.

Pryce gulps and he is suddenly aware that his heart is hammering against his chest and that he has taken one step forward and then another.

She hasn't spotted him yet. Her eyes are closed, head tilted back to soak in the moonlight like it's a warm bath. Her hands begin to roam her sexy body, tracing slow circles over her stomach before drifting lower. One finds its way between her legs, and she lets out a soft gasp. Then she starts to touch herself, her fingers moving in a slow rhythm. Her hips rock slightly in time and her breath comes in quiet pants.

She's completely lost in her own world as she lies down on the grass and continues to play with herself. Her other hand slides up to cup one of her breasts, thumb and forefinger rolling her nipple between them.

A sight to behold.

Her body arches off the ground as her movements become more urgent. She's so lost in it, so completely absorbed in her own world of pleasure, that she doesn't hear him getting closer... At least until a twig breaks under Pryce's foot.

'...Fuck'

That miserable sound echoes like a gunshot in the quiet night.

And the rabbit girl’s eyes fly open as her long ears stand straight, swiveling to his direction. She bolts upright, trying to cover herself with her hands and arms. But there's not enough skin to go around, and she ends up just looking flustered and still quite exposed, which somehow that startled expression makes her even more alluring.

They look at each other's eyes in complete silence. Her brown eyes are nice.

The faunus girl's entire face takes a deeper shade of red as she forces a smile, her upper lip quivering as she for some reason decides to lower her arms and then spreads her legs, revealing her glistening quim.

Pryce's breath hitches at the bold invitation. Her pussy is completely bare, the moonlight making the moisture gathered there give an alluring shine. The delicate folds are slightly parted, revealing the sensitive bud beneath its hood.

She keeps her brown eyes locked on his as she moves her hand between those legs and runs a finger through her slit, gathering her wetness before bringing it to her lips, very slowly. She sucks the digit clean with a soft moan. Her gaze is challenging, daring him to reject her.

What the fuck was with this girl?

Or every girl he has met?

He takes an involuntary step back, but that only causes her to widen her smile and spreads her legs further apart, a blatant display that sends another jolt of arousal straight to his groin, a tent already formed in his pants. 

This is insane. Completely and utterly insane.

But everything that he has lived in Beacon so far was insane too.

So naturally, adjusted to the insanity he took off his shirt, an action that clearly pleased his kinsman.

She purrs as he gets closer, her eyes roving over his chest and arms. When he's close enough, she reaches out to trace the lines of his muscles with her fingertips. Her touch is feather-light, but it sends electricity through him wherever she makes contact.

"You're strong," she murmurs with a husky tone. "I like that."

Pryce doesn't respond with words. Instead, he kneels between her legs and lowers his head. The scent of her arousal hits him hard—musky and sweet, utterly intoxicating. It was natural that he couldn't resist getting a good taste of this girl.

But first he had to get a good grip around those supple thighs as he flattened his tongue and licked a slow stripe up her slit, from her entrance to her clit. She cries out, her hips bucking against his face. He does it again, this lingering on her sensitive button, circling it with the tip of his tongue.

She tasted different, bitter, but not unpleasant.

His girlfriend tasted better but that wouldn't stop him from eating this perverted nudist out.

The rabbit girl lets out a cute gasp, tangling her fingers in his hair and grinding against his face before her fingers gently start caressing his long ears.

With that incentive he redoubles his efforts, alternating between broad, flat licks and focused circles around her clit before suckling her and then his tongue parting her lips to enter her insides, getting more from her and becoming more intoxicated.

He couldn’t get enough of this pervert.

The bunny girl is soon a writhing, whimpering mess beneath him. Her thighs tremble where he's gripping them to keep them locked in place, and her breath comes in ragged gasps.

Then her back arches in an instant as her sweet voice cries out her climax, her whole body shaking as waves of pleasure wash over her as she pulls his hair to keep him buried in her snatch.

Pryce laps up her juices as she rides out her orgasm, not stopping until she pushes weakly at his head as her senses were being overwhelmed.

He pulls back and wipes his mouth with his arms and looks up at her face, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed with that primal satisfaction. Her long ears droop slightly and her tongue hanging out, a clear sign of her euphoric state that filled him with pride.

But the satisfaction is short-lived as her eyes drift down to the very prominent bulge in his pants.

"I-I think you're wearing too m-much," She reaches for his belt, her fingers deftly working to pull down his pajama pants and his hardened member springs free, making her giggle. "My, my... someone is eager..."

She wraps her fingers around his shaft, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure through him. She strokes him slowly, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head, spreading the bead of precum that has gathered there.

"So big... hard..."

The perverted faunus pulls herself up and leans forward to take him into her mouth.

The warm, wet heat of her mouth is incredible much to his surprise. She takes him deep, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she bobs her head and hollowing out her cheeks, making a lot of lewd sounds.

How is she this skilled?

She moans around him; the vibrations adding to the pleasure but he didn’t want a blowjob at the moment.

So he gently pulls out of her mouth with a wet pop, and she looks up at him, her lips swollen and glistening, still trying to reach for him.

But it takes her a few seconds to understand what to do next as she moves closer and traps his now slippery shaft between her breasts. They're soft and warm, and the sight of his cock disappearing and reappearing between them as she moves up and down is amazing.

Pryce groans, his hands moving to grip her shoulders. The friction is exquisite, and he can feel the pressure building inside him.

"M-more... faster..." she begs, her long ears twitching.

He obliges, thrusting between her breasts with increasing urgency.

Her gaze is locked with his, a heady mix of submission and command in her eyes. She's not just letting him use her; she's an active participant, her hands pressing her breasts together to create a tighter channel for him to fuck.

"Cum... cum all over me... mark me..." she whispers, using the exact words to tempt him.

That's it. That's all it takes to push him over the edge.

With a groan, he explodes, thick ropes of cum painting her breasts, her collarbone, even splashing against her chin. She arches her back, presenting herself to him, a soft, satisfied sigh escaping her lips as the warmth of his seed spreads across her skin.

As the last tremors of his orgasm subside, Pryce is breathing heavily, bracing himself on his hands above her. He looks down at the mess he's made of this pervert.

But she's not done.

Without a word, she scoops some of his cum from her chest with her fingers and brings it to her lips, licking some of them clean. Then, she reaches down between her legs, her fingers spreading her own wetness before reaching up to smear their combined fluids across her navel, up to her breasts.

She was way more perverted than anticipated.

And he liked that. A lot.

So much to push him to want more from her.

He grabs her shoulders and turns her around before pushing her down in a fluid motion. She yelps by the sudden action, but it's followed by a pleased laugh as she wiggles her firm ass at him.

Her body is even more beautiful from this angle—the gentle curve of her spine, the flare of her hips, the perfect round globes of her ass presented to him. Her snatch is swollen and leaking, peeking out between her thighs.

She looks back over her shoulder. "Take me." 

He doesn't need to be told twice.

He kneels behind her, gripping her hips and lining himself up. He rubs the head of his cock through her burning slick folds, teasing her entrance, making her whimper and push back against him.

With a powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside her.

She cries out, a mixture of pain and pleasure, her tight walls stretching to accommodate him.

"S-So f-full."

Her words made him smirk. Those words stroked his ego a lot.

So he starts to move, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, reaching deeper in her fleshy tunnel. Each thrust drives the air from her lungs in a ragged gasp. Her inner walls flutter around him, squeezing and releasing as he bangs her.

He reaches around to rub her clit with one hand as he pounds into her, and she immediately arches her back, her walls clamping down on him as another orgasm rips through her. Her long ears lay flat against her hair, twitching with each spasm.

He hisses enjoying the camping as can feel the pressure building, that familiar tightening in his balls. He knows he should pull out. This was already insane. They don't even know each other's names and would rather not impregnate a stranger because he doesn't know if she is on the pill. Besides, Neo would never let him hear the end of it.

But then, almost as if she read him thoughts, her legs instantly locked around him, pulling him deeper, holding him inside her.

"I-Inside," she begs, her voice thick with lust. "I want... I need it all."

Her words are the spark that ignites the inferno in his chest. With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and empties himself deep within her, growling as the head forces deeper. He can feel each pulse of his shaft as he paints her insides white as his vision blurs, white dots appearing everywhere.

They stay locked together for a long moment, breathing heavily, the only sounds their panting breaths and the distant burble of the stream. Slowly, carefully, he pulls out a mixture of their fluids following and trickling down her thighs.

She collapses onto the grass, completely spent, her long ears drooping limply. But a lazy, satisfied smile plays on her lips as she rolls over to look at him.

The moonlight catches the drying cum on her skin, making it gleam. She looks utterly debauched, completely claimed, and savagely beautiful.

He sits back on his heels, catching his breath. He looks from the mess on her body to the evidence of their coupling still leaking from her. A primal satisfaction settles in his chest. He's marked her, inside and out.

It was different, a difference that he enjoyed very much.

"That was..." she begins, then seems to think better of it. "I'm Velvet, by the way."

"Pryce."

Velvet. Even her name is soft, like her skin.

He reaches out, not to touch her or grope this time, but to trace the line of her body all the way to her jaw. She leans into the touch, her eyes fluttering closed with a hum.

"I've never done that before," she admits, her voice barely a whisper. "Not like this. Not... "

Not with a complete stranger in the middle of the night after being caught masturbating in a public space. 

That was still an insane situation that he walked in.

"I've never done this before either," he admits. The confession feels strange on his lips. He thinks things through. Yet tonight was an impulse. 

Pure, raw impulse.

This time he takes another look at her, really looks at her. The flushed skin, the tangled hair, the way her long ears twitch at every small sound. And he feels a surge of something more than just lust.

A possessiveness.

He wants to see her like this again. And again. He wants to be the ONLY one to put that look on her face.

"I want to see you again, Velvet," he says, the words out before he can stop them.

Her eyes snap open, her ears perking up before she looks away. Then she looks back with a grin, a genuine, brilliant grin that lights up her face. "I'd like that, Pryce. I'd like that a lot."

She slowly sits up, unconcerned about her state of undress or the sticky mess they've made. She reaches for her discarded cloak, but instead of putting it on, she uses it to clean herself off, wiping the remnants of their coupling.

Her brown eyes look down and giggles, shaking her head.

"You should go," she says, though her tone lacks any real urgency. "Before someone finds us."

He nods, pulling up his pants and retrieving his shirt. As he dresses, he watches her. She moves with such a calmness and grace that was completely out of place of the perverted nudist he saw moments ago.

"Tomorrow?" he asks, feeling uncharacteristically hesitant.

She stops for a moment, pulling the cloak around her shoulders, though she leaves it open, her body still exposed to the night air. "Perhaps."

He turns to leave, but her voice stops him.

"Pryce?"

He looks back.

She's standing there, a vision in the moonlight, her body marked by him. Her long ears cutely twitch. 

A slow, predatory smile spreads across her face. "Next time, I want you to be rougher."

With that, she pulls up her hood, obscuring her face, and runs past him, leaving him alone in the clearing with the scent of raw sex clinging to the air.

He stands there for a long moment, the implications of her words sinking in. Rougher.

And he knows how to be very rough, making the world of pain another peak of pleasure all thanks to Neo.

The idea of messing her up more, sends a fresh jolt of arousal through him. He's never been one to hold back, but the thought of unleashing his full intensity on that faunus girl…

He shakes his head and makes his way back to the dorm, moving silently through the darkened corridors. The encounter has left him energized, thrumming with a restless energy that makes sleep impossible. He slips back into his room, grateful that his teammates are still asleep.

He lies down on his bed, but sleep doesn't come. His mind replays the earlier events for long while.

But eventually sleeps claims him.

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Pryce is in the middle of a fight—or rather, a spar.

He barely dodges the overhead swing from Pyrrha's spear, Milo, and he's quick to sidestep as she uses the swing's momentum to follow up with a sweeping roundhouse kick, which he manages to block with his forearm. Although I still feel the impact.

But sadly, that doesn't stop her from executing a third strike in rapid succession. She throws her shield slams directly into his chest with a lot of force despite the short distance.

"Oof!" The impact knocks the wind out of him, and he falls backward onto his ass, his gunblade clattering to the training room floor beside him.

He grunts and slowly pushes himself up, rolling his neck to work out the stiffness.

"Good try, Pryce!" Pyrrha calls out encouragingly, jogging over to retrieve her shield. "You're getting better. That sidestep was very well-timed."

"Doesn't feel like it when I'm on my ass," he mutters, rubbing his chest where the shield hit.

Pyrrha offers him an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that. I probably should have held back a bit more."

"Nah, it's fine. Better to learn the hard way now than die the permanent way later." He retrieves his gunblade and dusts himself off. "So what should I focus on first? What do I need to work on most?"

This spar had been a general assessment—a way for Pyrrha to get an expert overview of his actual combat capabilities.

Pyrrha sheathes both weapons on her back before crossing her arms thoughtfully, her green eyes studying him with the analytical focus of an experienced fighter.

"Well," she begins carefully, "there are quite a few things we need to cover. Your footwork needs refinement—you're too flat-footed when transitioning between offensive and defensive positions. Your reaction time is good, but your combat awareness could use improvement—you focus too much on the immediate threat and miss secondary attacks. Your aura control is functional but inefficient, and your semblance..." She pauses. "You still haven't discovered your semblance, correct?"

"Yeah, still nothing," Pryce confirms with a shrug.

"That's alright. Many people don't discover theirs until they're under extreme stress or emotional duress." She taps her chin. "We'll also need to work on your weapon familiarity—you're still getting used to the weight distribution and firing mechanics."

Pryce blinks. "That's... a lot of ground to cover."

"It is," Pyrrha agrees with an encouraging smile. "But don't worry—we have four years, and I'm happy to help you train. We can create a proper schedule for practice sessions once we establish a routine."

"Right." That actually does sound like a lot. He gestures to his gunblade. "What about my weapon specifically? Anything I should know first about using it properly?"

"I can certainly help with that." She extends her hand expectantly.

He hands over the gunblade, and Pyrrha immediately shifts into a different stance—one distinctly different from the aggressive, close-quarters style that Qrow had taught him during their brief training session.

"The stance you learned is effective for his fighting style," she explains, adjusting her grip on the weapon, "but it's very high-risk, high-reward. It requires exceptional speed and reflexes to pull off consistently. The stance I'm using now is more common among gunblade wielders—it's more balanced and defensive, which makes it better for someone still learning the fundamentals."

She shows a few movements; her form perfect and controlled. "This stance prioritizes maintaining your center of gravity while allowing quick transitions between ranged and melee combat. It's used by most professional fighters I've competed against who wielded gun blades."

Pryce watches carefully, trying to memorize the positioning.

"The key difference is—"

"PRYYYYYCEEEEE!"

Both of them turn around to find Ruby bursting through the door, her red cloak billowing behind her as she runs toward them at full speed.

"Uh, do you need something?" 

"Yeah! I need help with some stuff!" Ruby skids to a stop in front of them, practically bouncing with energy.

"I'm kinda busy right now," he says, gesturing to his partner. "Can't Weiss help you?"

"Nope! I asked her and she was super busy with homework and preparing new lesson notes for us and organizing her schedule and like five other things!" Ruby says in one breath. "She said something about 'maintaining academic excellence' and 'not being dragged down by distractions' which I think meant me..."

Great.

Pryce looks at the redhead shrugs helplessly. 

"It's alright," Pyrrha says with a polite smile, handing his gunblade back to him. "We can always continue later today. This actually might give me more time to think about how to structure a proper training regimen for you, anyway."

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AN: The sex is shortened on purpose otherwise it would take double or triple words of what currently is and I want the plot to progress obviously.