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Weiss was in turmoil, though she wasn’t sure anyone would believe her if she tried to explain why. It’s not as though it was entirely an unpleasant experience, and she wasn’t sure how reasonable her explanation would sound. Or if her explanation would even be believed. She certainly wouldn’t believe it if it happened to someone else.
It started innocuously enough, with no hint as to what was coming. Weiss was desperately trying to get Ruby to study, and to Ruby’s credit the young leader did try. It was their regular hour-long guided study, and usually Ruby finished the worksheet with little issue. Today, however, Ruby's focus was leaving quickly and frequently. It drove Weiss up the wall.
“How difficult is it to pay attention!”
“Eep! I’m sorry! I’m trying!”
“I-! I…” Sigh, Remember Weiss, best partner. “I know you are. I only push you because I know you can do better. I hope you know that…”
Ruby nodded meekly. Weiss sighed again, taking another deep breath to recenter herself. Accusing Ruby would go nowhere, they needed to address the actual root of the problem.
“What is it that’s distracting you?” Weiss asked.
Ruby suddenly seemed shy and nervous. “Umm… I guess it’s just hard for me to focus when I feel empty…”
Weiss was shocked. “Empty!? Ruby, you had six plates of chocolate chip cookies after dinner! Even with your semblance, I have no idea how you keep your physique.”
“Not like that! I mean… well… there’s this ‘toy’ I lost and…” Ruby’s eyes lit up, “and actually, you can help me! I saw so this morning! Here!”
The next few moments were a blur. Whether because Ruby used her semblance, or because what happened next was so out of left field that Weiss disassociated during the transition, Weiss would never know. By the time she had her next conscious thought, the books were spread across the desk, Weiss was sat in front of them, Ruby was sat on Weiss’s lap, and Weiss’s cock was hard and hilted deep inside Ruby’s warm and wet slit.
The sudden sensation and lack of forewarning nearly had Weiss erupting on the spot. Her mind whirled, shock and reticence and arousal all warring to dictate her next decision. Did she throw Ruby off and demand answers? Ensure Ruby understood what she was doing and let her lead? Give in to the horny and ravage the young leader?
Ruby’s voice broke through the scattered thoughts. “Ahh, that’s better,” she spoke calmly, “now let’s do this!”
Confusion piled on top of the various feelings still fighting for control. The scratching of pencil on paper slowly brought Weiss back to the conversation before the surprise envelopment. Ruby was supposed to be studying. Ruby was studying. How the hell was Ruby studying? Did she not feel Weiss’s dick buried inside her!?
…Hard for me to focus when I feel empty…
…’Toy’ that I lost…
…You can help me! I saw so this morning…
I thought I heard the door open when I was in the shower, Weiss recalled.
As Ruby kept working, Weiss weighed her options. This situation was wild, made no sense, and was liable to get her killed should a certain blonde walk in. But they weren’t really having sex, were they? And Ruby’s skirt protected their lower halves from stray eyes. And it did feel good, even if they weren’t moving. And most importantly of all, it did somehow help Ruby focus …
So, Weiss resigned herself to this insane situation. While she wouldn’t consider herself ‘experienced’, she wasn’t a virgin. She could endure these sensations. Once Ruby was done studying and she was alone, Weiss could finish herself off safely. Then she would ensure Ruby had a new toy before their next study session so this danger wouldn’t recur. Ruby would get the study time she needed, and Weiss’s head would stay on its shoulders.
All Ruby had to do was not move and everyone would be happy.
“Well, Weiss?”
“Hm? Well what?”
“Sheesh, now who’s getting distracted,” Ruby grinned innocently. “I asked if you would check this for me?”
“Oh, right. Sorry,” Weiss apologized, looking over the paper. As she read over Ruby’s work, she could almost forget that she was balls deep in her study partner. She wouldn’t let this craziness compromise her efforts to give Ruby’s work a proper and honest analysis. No matter how good it felt.
I really need to stop thinking about it.
“It looks good,” Weiss praised, not knowing what her words would incite.
Ruby, being her cheerful and energetic self, reacted to the positive reinforcement with visible joy, a quiet cry of, “yay!” and, most damningly for Weiss, a victory wiggle of her hips. Weiss nearly erupted on the spot again. It was nowhere near the thrust Horny-Weiss desired, but after several minutes of basking in Ruby’s tight core any friction was dangerous. The heiress gripped the desk tightly, willing herself to not pump an heir of her own into her partner.
I really hope this isn’t the start of a pattern…
It was the start of a pattern. Ruby would work while Weiss would ignore the heated pressure. Ruby would either get an answer wrong or get an answer right. Weiss would direct Ruby to start from the beginning or praise her work, respectively. And every correct answer would incite a victory wiggle that further degraded Weiss’s sanity.
Weiss briefly considered not praising Ruby, but praising Ruby was the only thing all parts of her mind could agree on. Ruby’s studies were still the most important part of all this, and it still felt really good. Anything that would disrupt Ruby’s focus was out of the question. Weiss just had to hold on.
Ruby slowly worked through the study guide as though nothing sexual was going on at all. Every answer Weiss confirmed brought another wiggle. Every wiggle brought sweet friction that massaged Weiss’s aching dick. Weiss’s grip grew tighter as she attempted to stay grounded, to stop herself from giving in and bouncing Ruby in her lap. She brought her hands away from the table and grasped the seat of the chair to keep Ruby from noticing her muscles tensing.
This scenario was already unbelievable when it began. With every passing minute, Weiss only found more things to disbelieve. She couldn’t believe that she still hadn’t cum. She couldn’t believe just how hard she was. She could believe her dick would be mistaken for rebar, but that thought only brought her to the next thing she couldn’t believe… that Ruby was still so unreactive to it all!
The heiress knew this pleasure went both ways; Ruby had to be feeling it too! The firmness, the throbbing, the heat a cheap toy couldn’t replicate. Hell, Ruby’s own wiggling should be stimulating her nearly as much as Weiss, if not equally so. But there were no outward signs of arousal in Ruby’s voice or actions. Even the increasing tightness could just as easily be Weiss’s own dick engorging as more blood flowed downward than had ever flowed downward before.
The only unmistakable sign that Ruby was at least somewhat affected was the wetness. Juices leaked out around Weiss’s shaft, dripped down her thighs, and were probably leaving a stain on the seat below. And of course, this single hint of Ruby’s arousal only fueled Weiss’s own. Another wiggle, another throb, another tense grip of their chair as Weiss desperately fought off her own final relief.
After what felt like an eternity, Weiss’s blissful torture neared its end. Ruby was on the last question and Weiss was hanging on by a thread. That thread was the thought of Ruby’s grade. The reminder of why she had allowed this course of action, holding back the flood both figuratively and very literally.
It’s helping her focus.
I need to cum…
She’s almost done.
I need to cum.
Just a little bit longer
I need to cum!
One last answer.
“I need to cum…”
“What was that, Weiss?”
“Nothing!” Weiss panicked. “H-how’s the worksheet?”
Thankfully Ruby seemed to miss the tremble in the heiress’s voice. That, or she managed to ignore it the same way she was somehow ignoring Weiss poking her cervix. Whatever the case, the young leader turned back to the worksheet and jotted down a few last lines. “I think I’m done! As long as you give me the okay, of course!”
Once again, Weiss considered circumventing education to escape this situation faster. Even she could make mistakes, no one would question if she okayed one wrong answer. But even on her last thread, the heiress still prided herself on her dedication to learning. It was only a few more seconds to properly analyze the worksheet, seconds where Ruby sat still in anticipation.
To Weiss’s immense relief Ruby’s last answer was correct anyways. This nightmare was nearly over. Weiss didn’t trust her voice but managed to smile and nod.
“Oh, thank gods!” Ruby cheered, “my brain is mush.”
Tell me about it… Weiss winced. One last victory wiggle nearly made her thread snap. It was a miracle she hadn’t exploded minutes ago. There was only the pullout left to endure (Weiss didn’t want to make a mess of Ruby’s clothing after all). After that she would be sprinting to the building’s showers, propriety be damned. Maybe even use her time dilation so one saw her…
While Weiss was planning how to escape without raising eyebrows, Ruby packed up her materials. After the longest hour of Weiss’s life, Ruby finally began to stand up. Her soft folds slowly slid up the heiress’s cock. The chair creaked under Weiss’s grip as she fought back her orgasm one last time. Just one more inch and this whole thing would finally be over…
There was a soft thud as Ruby’s pencil hit the carpet. “Whoops!” To reach the fallen object Ruby bent at the waist, extended her arm, and dropped right back onto Weiss’s lap. There was a wet plap as thigh met soaked thigh. The tightness, heat, and soft friction returned all at once. The stimulation of the rapid descent was far more intense than any victory wiggle.
The thread snapped.
Weiss’s hands leapt to her mouth to muffle any groans as her eyes rolled back in her head. Her legs trembled. Her hips twitched. Movements she would have held back or at least hoped Ruby wouldn’t notice, if her mind hadn’t completely given up on staying present. The heiress had completely whited-out as the tensions she spent the entire study session holding back released in a handful of heavy bursts.
An hour of persistent pressure and the occasional stirring had resulted in Weiss’s balls producing sperm nearly beyond capacity. And now, instead of being safely deposited down a shower drain as Weiss had planned, every last virile drop was being pumped directly into Ruby’s fertile depths. Spurt after spurt emptied Weiss’s balls and filled Ruby’s womb.
And Ruby still acted as though none of that phased her. The young leader’s fingers finally found purchase around her fallen pencil and she stood up without so much as a shiver. No indication that she spent an hour with a hard dick inside her, or that she just took the biggest load of Weiss’s life raw. Ruby simply stepped away from the desk, put away her things, and walked towards the door.
Weiss didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know what to think. The genie couldn’t be put back in the bottle. Her arms dropped to her side as she slumped in the seat. All she could do now was pray. Pray that Ruby was on birth control for hormone reasons. Pray that today was some hyper-realistic dream. Pray for any miracle that would save her and Ruby from experiencing the miracle of new life together.
“Oh, and Weiss? I was able to focus so much better today than usual. You’ll help me again next time, right?”
Weiss barely managed to turn her head and stare at Ruby incredulously. Her eyes found Ruby’s sweet smile, before trailing down to her bouncing heels, and then slowly tracing back up to the line of white running down her leg. Weiss decided then and there that there were only two possibilities. Either this maiden was genuinely so terminally innocent that she really did misunderstand everything that had just happened, or this vixen was some kind of secret nymphomaniac who knew exactly was she was doing and quietly reveled in it.
Weiss didn’t know which extreme was true. Weiss didn’t know which one she wanted to be true. The first would mean she arguably took advantage of Ruby, but the second would mean Weiss was the one taken advantage of. Ultimately, Weiss was far too drained both physically and mentally to voice such complex ideas. So, she did the only thing her current mental and physical state could accomplish.
She nodded.
“Thanks, Weiss, you’re the best!” Ruby cheered before finally stepping out of the dorm, leaving Weiss to her whirling thoughts and worries. After all that stress, why did she agree? Would Ruby’s focus falter if Weiss used a condom? How could she make this a repeat event without Yang killing her? Through it all, at least there were two thoughts Weiss could hang on to as positive outcomes.
Ruby’s grade would improve. And it did feel good.