Stranded 024 (Patreon)

The next couple of days were spent enjoying the hospitality of Blake’s parents and the island of Menagerie at large. They’d been given leave by Beacon to remain on the island until they were ready to return home, and so they were going to make the most of it.

They’d been planning on staying for the annual festival and this allowed them to do that. They’d arrived at the perfect time, as the date was fast approaching. In the meantime, Jaune kept himself busy by taking extermination missions. Sometimes he went alone, sometimes Ren joined him. They had managed to reclaim several hectares of land from the Grimm but the creatures of darkness were always on the prowl, looking for ways to take back the hard fought territory.

He quickly earned a favorable reputation amongst the farm workers and warriors for willing to pitch in, and often returned to the Belladonna residence exhausted from a long day's work. At first, they’d been wary of his presence. He was beginning to understand that many faunus on Menagerie had never even met a human, let alone talked to one – mostly the younger generation, faunus that had never left the island and lived in any of the kingdoms. Their image of humans was entirely built upon the views of others, and so you could see how that might be a little troublesome.

Jaune thought he was making pretty good progress at turning that around, though.

But it meant that he was extremely mindful of his actions. He wanted to leave a good impression and show that it didn’t matter if you were faunus or human, people were people. There were bad ones, and then there were good ones. If he could set an example of what a good human was, then maybe that would get passed along and ease some of the tension, if only a little.

He wasn’t trying to change the world or anything. But if he could touch a few people and change their perspective, then he counted that as a win.

Weiss was having a more difficult time earning that type of trust but she wasn’t letting it get her down. In fact, it only made the stubborn girl double down. She had joined him on one of the days, wielding her scavenged rifle and her expertise of dust to eradicate as many Grimm as she could. There was no denying that the sight of her fighting Grimm was much more captivating than Jaune swinging his sword around, and she’d garnered some good will. That had only increased when she’d been willing to roll her sleeves up and do some dirty work like help tend to the fields.

They’d managed to till and plant on a portion of the land but the machines they’d been escorting had been sent for a reason. While they’d been able to save some of the cargo, only one piece of farm equipment had been saved. Better than nothing, it was often seen plowing the land at all hours of the day and night, large floodlights ensuring that it could work seamlessly in the dark of night.

Because they were living under the roof of Blake’s parents, they’d kept the sex to zero. Jaune rather liked his head where it was, thank you very much, and he wasn’t about to tempt fate by getting frisky with Ghira’s daughter in his home. That was not how you endear yourself to a father. But while they’d kept their sexual escapades at exactly none, it didn’t mean that they hadn’t shared a moment or two when they could and almost let their passion get away from them.

One of Jaune’s favorite things about the Belladonna house was the massive bathroom. Constructed entirely out of wood and lowered into the floor, the bath itself was several meters long and just as wide, capable of fitting dozens of people effortlessly. It reminded Jaune of those public bathing houses he often heard Pyrrha reminisce about. She often lamented the lack of bathing culture Vale had and missed the large, open baths that Argus and Mistral boasted.

He was beginning to understand her point of view. Jaune had gained an appreciation for outdoor bathing while stranded on the island but that water had always been cold, almost freezing at times. Though it helped to combat the oppressive heat, no one enjoyed an ice bath. While he was no longer outside, he could very much imagine this set up with an open roof but he could make do with the large skylight positioned above, giving him an impressive view of the night sky.

Sinking into the steaming water, Jaune sighed as hours of physical activity were soothed and washed away. Throwing his arms out along the edge of the bath, he stretched out and closed his eyes, allowing the heat seep into his body and lull him into a light doze.

Vaguely, he noticed the door slid open and closed and thought Ren had decided to join him. That was until he felt soft, smooth fingers caress his shoulders, a familiar scent of jasmine filling his nose. Jaune sat up at once, turning.

“Blake,” he hissed in surprise. “What are you doing?”

The raven haired cat girl smiled at him, one of her delicate eyebrows arching. “I thought you might like someone to wash your back.”

Thankfully, she was still dressed but Jaune somehow doubted that would matter much if her dad decided to walk in at this moment. He didn’t relish the thought of fighting a pissed off father in the nude.

“Don’t you think this is a bit dangerous?”

She shrugged. “My dad is busy with work, I doubt we’ll see him again tonight – and my mother is currently being distracted by Ren. She has taken quite a shine to him.”

Wasn’t she being a little too careless?

“Anyway, I thought you’d appreciate this,” she suddenly looked unsure. “Unless... I know we haven’t really spoken about us since we returned but are you having doubts...?”

Jaune grabbed her hands, cradling them between his own. “Blake – I just don’t want to die. I’m still young.”

She giggled, her fears alleviated. “Stop being a baby. You aren’t going to die.”

“If I found my daughter in the bath with one of her male friends under my roof...” the implication was clear.

She rolled her eyes. “He won’t find out and we aren’t doing anything bad. I’m just washing your back. I’m being a good host. This is my home too.”

Jaune hesitated.

“The door is locked,” she pointed out calmly. “And if someone should come along, I can always slip out that way,” she pointed up at the skylight. “It opens. I’ll be gone in a flash.”

Jaune sighed. “Fine. You win.”

“You could sound a little excited for this,” she pouted.

Blake laughed as he splashed her lightly before turning back around. Grabbing the edge of the bath, he pushed, rising up out of the water and sitting on the ledge. He heard her sharp inhale and smirked, feeling good that he could elicit such a reaction from her with something so simple. Knowing that such a sublime young woman found him attractive was an addicting feeling. No wonder people got so caught up in garnering attention.

“Fine. Hurry up, woman – my back needs washing.”

Jaune flinched as she jabbed him in the side.

“Just wait a second,” she said, and then he heard her rustle around behind him. She returned with a small bucket and a washcloth, and Jaune shivered as he felt her silky hair brush against his skin as she leaned by him and scooped some water into the bucket.

“You’ve been working hard,” she commented, her hot breath gusting across his neck. “People have taken notice.”

“Just doing my job,” he shrugged. “Setting a good example for us human’s, you know.”

He sighed as she tipped some of the water across his shoulders, the warm liquid flowing down his body. Then he felt the soft material of the washcloth against his back, slowly moving up and down, and in circles as she scrubbed his skin.

“I could help,” she said but he shrugged.

“Blake, you haven’t seen your parents in years. It isn’t like there is a pressing need for more Huntsmen, the Grimm aren’t moving in large numbers. I can handle it.”

“Weiss helped.”

Oh? Jaune almost turned but resisted the urge. Was she feeling jealous? It was a strange thing to feel that way about.

“Well, she has a reason for that.”

“What reason?”

Jaune felt his muscles relax even further as Blake continued to rub at his back, moving lower, caressing his sides and kneading the muscles there until they were putty. He could really get used to this type of treatment. He felt like a king.

“It’s like I said,” Jaune let his eyes slip shut. “Setting a good example. She’s trying to win over your people.”

“Do you think it’s working?”

“You’d know better than me. But... I think it is. Some of them were very impressed, watching the heiress of the Schnee Dust Company dig around in the dirt, helping to pull out weeds. Their view of her is being constantly challenged. They were expecting someone very different.”

Blake snorted. “I know I’ve known her for almost two years now but she still sometimes surprises me when she does things like that,” she paused, her hands stopping for a moment before resuming. “Just like with us. I still can’t believe it.”

If Jaune was being honest, then he still couldn’t quite believe it either. This whole situation with the three of them felt like a dream and at any moment, he would wake up and find out that it was all just his overactive, horny imagination. That feeling had only doubled since leaving the island. They were back within society now, where people could judge them for their actions.

Two gorgeous, intelligent, amazing young women and he was with them. Both of them. It wasn’t a normal relationship.

How did he ever get so lucky?

“If we hadn’t been stranded on that island, do you think any of this would have happened naturally?” she asked.

He didn’t know – but if he was pressed to answer, then...

“Probably not,” he said, truthfully.

Her hands paused again. “You don’t think so?”

“We might feel the same,” he amended. “But do we do anything about it? Do you ever open yourself up to the idea if you don’t have Weiss pushing you?”

“I... don’t know,” she confessed.

“Weiss might not even take the first step with me, either,” he shrugged. “Perhaps nothing happens at all. Maybe you make the first move and we are dating, and Weiss is the one on the outside. We have no way of knowing. But I do know one thing.”

“What?”

This time he did turn, lifting one of his legs up so he can face her more fully. Those wonderful exotic eyes of hers shimmered, so close that he could make out the fine details of her iris. Around the outer edges, there was a ring of purest gold, a little brighter than the rest. It was what made her eyes pop so much, especially in low light.

“We were stranded on that island,” he said, reaching up to cup her smooth cheek. Her eyes fluttered as she nuzzled his palm. “It happened. So who cares about what ifs. We’re here because of it.”

Suddenly her mouth was on his, her moist lips parting as they kissed passionately. It was short but intense, his fingers threading into her hair as he pulled her body against him, his tongue slipping into her mouth. Blake mewled, their tongues gliding together wetly before they pulled apart.

“It might feel like a dream,” he told her. “But this is real.”

It would be all too easy to toss caution to the wind and ravage her here, in the bath, fuck her until she couldn’t stand and tempt fate by shooting his load deep into her womb, but as sweet as that would be, he stifled the urge. Instead, he pecked her on the nose and smiled as her face scrunched cutely.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” he asked, stroking her neck. Blake shivered.

“Have I ever told you how handsome you are?” she returned cheekily, leaning in to kiss him again.

They kissed for some time before Jaune turned back around. “We better finish up before we do something we both regret.”

Blake kissed his neck, right where it met his shoulder. Her teeth lightly dug in, scraping across his skin.

“I wouldn’t regret it,” she promised.

But they didn’t go any further, though Blake was extremely thorough in her wash. She didn’t just stop with his back, scrubbing his arms and chest and stomach, and even his legs. Her smile was mocking as she saw his cock at half-mast, gently scrubbing his balls and shaft before ending her pampering by washing his hair.

She helped him dry off afterwards and Jaune couldn’t help but wonder if this is what it felt like to have a wife.

“My mom likes you,” Blake said after he dressed in his pajamas, a simple blue pair that Kali had picked out for him at the market.

“What?”

“She’s been hinting that she would be pleased if you were to become part of the family,” Blake rolled her eyes. “At least, that was the case until she realized the truth.”

“What truth?”

“That Weiss is madly in love with you.”

“How’d she figure that out?”

“Weiss likes to think that she is subtle but she really isn’t,” Blake snickered. “My mom figured it out on your second day here. Weiss always looks at you when you aren’t paying attention, and there isn’t any doubt about what she thinks of you in those moments.”

Jaune felt a little warm around the collar.

He really was one lucky bastard.

“She knows that I like you, as well,” Blake flushed cutely. “She said I look at you the same way Weiss does.”

Luckiest bastard in the world.

Blake wasn’t the only one that stole a moment or two when she could.

One particular morning before everyone had risen for the day, Jaune was roused from sleep by the sound of his door clicking shut. The room was pitch black, the sun still some hours away from ascending into the sky and when he felt his bed dip, someone kneeling on the edge of the mattress, he knew he wasn’t imagining things.

Soft hands found his face, caressing his recently shaved skin, his jawline smooth. Jaune remained perfectly still as they lifted his blanket and slipped underneath to join him, that familiar, slender body that had captivated him since he first laid eyes on it pressing against his side.

“Sneaky, sneaky,” he said with a grin and Weiss yelped, startled by the sound of his voice. He snickered. “Good morning.”

“You ass,” she aggressively poked him in the stomach before wiggling against him, throwing a leg over one of his as she nuzzled his cheek with her own. “You could have said something sooner. I thought you were still asleep.”

“I was trying to figure out who was sneaking into my bed in the early hours of the morning,” Jaune grinned, even though she couldn’t see it. “I thought Blake might have a younger sister she hadn’t told us about.”

She pinched him.

“You’re dumb,” she declared, pecking him on the cheek. “I miss sleeping next to you.”

Jaune seized her hips and pulled her on top of him, relishing the cute little squeal she made.

“I miss it too,” he told her honestly before leaning up and placing a kiss on her lips – or at least, he tried to. He ended up kissing her on the end of her chin. Weiss squirmed and laughed, and Jaune zeroed in on the sound and claimed her lips.

“Mmm,” she hummed in pleasure, returning the kiss languidly. He could smell the scent of her shampoo and body wash, borrowed from their hosts. It held a hint of spice, a warm vanilla that tickled his nose. “I miss kissing you,” she said as their lips briefly parted.

“I miss touching you,” he countered, squeezing her trim waist.

“I miss fucking you,” she escalated, sealing their lips together hotly. Their tongues dueled wetly, soft sighs leaving her panting as he sucked on her plump lips. She was wearing a loose camisole and a pair of tiny panties, her bare legs rubbing against him. The delicious friction quickly earned a reaction, his cock swelling against her belly as they tasted one another.

Jaune poured every ounce of feeling into it and then pulled away, breathless. “We should probably stop.”

“I can be quiet,” she mewled, rolling her hips. Jaune groaned. “I can be a good girl.”

“You really are a horny little minx, aren’t you?” he palmed her wonderful ass and squeezed it firmly, her small body trembling. “Is that what you really want? For me to fuck you as you muffle your cries into a pillow?”

He knew he shouldn’t be considering this but Weiss Schnee wasn’t the type of girl a guy like him could turn down.

“You can hold my face down as you take me from behind,” she said naughtily, hissing the next part. “Smother me completely. Treat me like I need to be punished. I’m just an egotistical rich girl that has never been told no.”

He never would have imagined that Weiss was the kinkier of the two. Blake was more vanilla than he expected, though she wasn’t against getting deep dicked when it suited her. Jaune was sure there was more there, pieces of her that she wasn’t too sure about sharing yet but in time, they would come to light.

Weiss had no such hesitancy.

“Will you do it?” she asked cutely and he was on the verge of collapsing to her every whim when they heard the creak of a floorboard protesting under weight.

They both froze, listening. It wasn’t long until they heard it again. Someone was walking down the hall and when they heard them yawn as they passed by Jaune’s door, they realized that it was Blake’s father.

“Rain check?” Jaune said and even if he couldn’t make out her expression, he knew she was pouting up a storm.

Even if they didn’t have sex that morning, Weiss spent as long as she could by his side, exchanging kisses until their lips were bruised and swollen. At the first hint of sunlight, she’d rushed back to her room like an excited teenager that she rarely allowed herself to be due to her circumstances.

It was really adorable.

And super sexy watching her run in just a simple camisole and a pair of panties. That wasn’t an image he would soon forget.

While they were super careful with not being caught in a moment of intimacy, it was inevitable that Ren would notice the difference that had occurred with his friends.

A day before the festival was to begin, they were at the market collecting an order for Kali when Ren sprung the question. Jaune had been so busy watching the people erecting extra booths and putting up decorations for the festival that at first, he hadn’t caught what his friend had asked him.

“Er – sorry, can you repeat that?” he said sheepishly.

Ren shot him an amused look.

“I asked if something had changed between you and Weiss,” he repeated, and something must have shown in his expression because Ren clapped him on the shoulder. “Are you together now?”

Trust his friend and brother in all but blood to figure it out in an instant.

“Have we been that obvious?”

Ren shrugged as they approached the waters edge. Some of the stalls for the market were in the water, run by water bound faunus. Blake really had been telling the truth. There were fish faunus and Jaune couldn’t help but admire the colorful scales on one such girl with a long, elegant tail as she swam through the shallows effortlessly.

“Not really,” Ren admitted. “Well – you haven’t been. Weiss, on the other hand...”

Just as Blake’s mom had noticed the way she looked at him, Ren saw it just as clearly.

Jaune chuckled. Being the object of her affection made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“Yeah, we’re together,” he confirmed, unable to keep the massive smile off his face any longer. “I guess you could say that getting stranded on that island was actually a pretty good thing for us.”

Ren smirked. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks, man.”

“Though I do have another question.”

“What’s up?”

“Why is it that Blake looks at you the same way?”

Of course he would notice that, as well.

If they wanted to buy the freshly caught fish Kali had sent them out for, they needed to get in the water. Jaune sat down on the edge of the wharf and began removing his boots and socks before rolling his jeans up as far as possible. He was silent for a moment, trying to find the words to explain their situation.

Glancing around quickly to ensure no one was eavesdropping on their conversation, he said, “It’s complicated.”

Ren blinked at him, his eyebrows rising. “Complicated?”

“We’re together,” he said before hastily elaborating. “All of us, I mean. The three of us.”

Ren opened his mouth as if to say something but Jaune’s confession must have shocked something loose in his brain. When no words were forthcoming, his mouth shut with a click.

Jaune couldn’t help it. He laughed.

“I know you aren’t a man of many words but isn’t that taking it a little too far?”

“Sorry, it isn’t every day that my friend tells me he is dating two girls...” Ren frowned. “You said you are all together?”

Jaune hopped into the water, his feet quickly finding the ground. The water came up to just above his knees, wetting his pants despite his best efforts.

“Yeah. And before you ask, it was Weiss’ idea.”

“...What?”

“Yeah, that is how I felt as well.”

Ren remained on the dock as Jaune waded over to a nearby stall. It was manned by a young boy and his mother, both of whom boasted scaled skin in a dark and light striped pattern and sharp features. Jaune wasn’t sure but they reminded him of snakes; sea snakes, perhaps? Unlike the mermaids, they were more than capable of walking on land since they both had legs but they clearly felt more at home in the sea.

“Hello,” he greeted, and he saw the unsure expressions on their faces when they realized he was one of the few human’s on the island. “Kali Belladonna sent me to pick up her order.”

He smiled at them. After a moment, the mother smiled back, any apprehension fading as he continued to beam at them happily. The young boy peered up at him, eyes wide with curiosity.

“You’re human,” the boy said bluntly, as only a young child could.

“Jett,” his mother hissed, mortified.

“I am,” Jaune confirmed. “You’re a faunus.”

The boy nodded quickly.

“Can I ask what type?”

Jett beamed. “Sea snake!”

“That’s cool. You must be a really good swimmer.”

Now that she’d seen he wasn’t offended, Jett’s mother gathered several fish bound together by twine and wrapped them in banana leaves. Taking the package off her hands, he handed over the required amount.

“Thanks,” he said, and she smiled.

“Please, come again,” she returned, and it sounded like she really meant it.

“Bye Jett,” he waved.

“Bye human~!”

“Jett!”

Jaune chuckled as he made his way back over to Ren and handed the parcel over before climbing back onto the wharf.

“So...” Ren drawled, having regained some of his composure. “How does you three being together work, exactly?”

Jaune snorted. “We’re still working that out. We know that it’s going to cause... problems.”

Not only would they need to convince their families, due to Blake and Weiss’ positions, it was going to become very public, very quickly when it got out. Jaune wasn’t worried about their friends, even though he knew it would take them a little time to adjust to the new dynamic. He couldn’t see any of them having a genuine problem with the arrangement but maybe they would keep it a secret for a bit. Ease them into it slowly instead of slapping them in the face with it.

“If you three are happy, then I wish you the best.”

“Thanks, Ren.”

“You know Nora is going to have a field day with this, right?”

“...I don’t think she will be the only one.”

If it wasn’t Nora, then Yang was going to have plenty of ammunition for endless teasing.

“Come on, lets go,” Jaune hopped to his feet and decided to leave his boots off, his skin still wet. He walked back to the Belladonna residence bare foot.