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Ahh… the glory of the sun’s rays, beaming down upon Kali Belladonna and letting her skin soak up its warm solar touch, her skin turning even more gorgeously toasted and sun-kissed as she luxuriated on her deck chair. Sunbathing… truly, it was one of life’s finest pleasures, but for Kali, today was something even better.
Lounging poolside with Blake was the sort of mother-daughter bonding Kali never felt like she could get enough of. The kind of quiet, calm quantity time where they didn’t have to say anything or do anything, but Kali knew that these were the good times she had with her daughter. Soon enough, Blake would be at college and charting her own path, and while Kali was bursting with pride that her daughter wanted to be so independently minded, she still wished for her little girl to still be her little girl, staying at home and being part of her family.
But… that was how it went. Children grew up and sought out their own destinies. C’est la vie.
And it was a reminder to treasure these times. Especially their mother-daughter sunbathing. Blake was a bookish girl, quiet and introverted with a lifestyle that meant that she’d still be so pale even after a summer of lounging by the pool together, but Kali knew not to chide her about it. Everyone was entitled to look how they preferred to look, and Kali didn’t mind if her daughter never adopted her love of the bronzed, tan look so long as she got to enjoy time like this with her.
As for why Blake was so pale and yet, was happy to tan alongside her mother? They were cat Faunus. Lounging in the sunlight was always going to speak to them.
Stretching next to the pool, Kali basked in the warm summer sun. This was good, this was the good life, and Kali was so grateful that she and Ghira’s path had led them here. A happy family in the…
Out of the corner of her eye, Kali noticed movement in the backyard. But it didn’t worry her—a casual glance confirmed that it was exactly what she had expected: it was Jaune, returning the hedge trimmers to the toolshed, his work with the bushes finally finished.
They didn’t really need someone doing yardwork while Ghira was out, but Kali was friendly with Mrs. Arc and she was especially fond of Jaune. A hard worker with a lot of potential, she was all too happy to help him get a summer job. He’d done wonders with her calla lilies, succeeding where she’d failed time and time again, and as suburban as it made her, Kali did like the look of a well-maintained lawn. Hiring him to give him a little extra money while enjoying all the benefits of a nicely maintained garden and grounds was an easy decision for Kali.
It was funny, though, Jaune was right about Blake’s age, but the two of them had always kept a bit of a distance while Jaune was working. It made sense enough, Blake probably felt awkward about talking to someone who ought to be her peer when he was hired by her family, and Jaune probably felt the same, but Kali always hoped to give her daughter more opportunities to be social. True, Blake had her circle of friends, but Kali always fretted – the introverted child of two extroverts was always going to seem a little lonelier by comparison.
But Kali glanced at her kitten and didn’t miss, well… what she was glancing at.
Kali smirked. Another benefit of hiring a hunky young man to take care of the lawn.
Jaune Arc had become quite the tall glass of water – not nearly as tall as Ghira, but still well over 6 feet tall, and built like a champion fighter. His body was hard and strong, with broad shoulders and bulging arms straining against the thin white t-shirt that protected his muscular torso from the hot rays of the summer sun. He had a nice face too, with a strong jaw and breathtaking blue eyes, and she had seen first hand how skilled he was with his hands…
….Oh, Kali was a married woman, she certainly didn’t need to court scandal with the poolboy, but there was no crime in watching. She’d certainly enjoyed watching the young man work from time to time, seeing his well-sculpted figure on display as his increasingly damp shirt started to cling to his pecs and show off his definition. He had stepped out of the shed with the weed whacker in place of the hedge trimmers and had paused for a moment to wipe the sweat from his brow, giving both of the ladies a very good look at what he… oh dear.
Kali realized there was another thing to be thinking about, especially with an eighteen-year-old daughter, when it came to checking out the hunky groundskeeper.
Heat.
Heat was a medical condition, and a common matter for mammalian Faunus, so it wasn’t as taboo as certain human-made stories made it out to be. By the time a Faunus reached Kali’s age, it was something so ordinary she didn’t even think about it, a couple days where she felt unusually randy—which was hardly noticeable with her libido—but Blake was young and not so experienced with her body suddenly telling her that she needed to pounce on the most suitable father for her children she could find.
Kali gave a subtle glance over to her daughter, careful to make sure she wasn’t caught looking, and yes: Blake wasn’t just glancing at Jaune, she was practically drooling as she watched him. In her eyes, he must have been a tuna sashimi platter, and with what Kali knew of her daughter, that could only be Heat in action. And that was… a sensitive situation.
But it was a medical condition, and one that had to be treated for comfort and personal well-being, so in Faunus culture, it was understood and largely accepted that some relationships were purely sexual in nature. And Kali was particularly liberal-minded, even for a Faunus. She had no problem at all if her daughter was looking at Jaune for a roll in the hay, in fact, she encouraged it! Knowing her daughter, it would take a little motherly meddling to make sure she made her move, and… oh, who was she kidding? Kali was looking forward to giving Jaune and Blake a little push because of how fun it was to get involved in these things! As the timer dinged and signaled that both ladies had gotten enough sun, Kali practically skipped back inside as she waited for her chance to start making helpful suggestions!
“You know what I just thought?” Kali asked, furtively hiding her true intentions, “I’m surprised you’re so quiet around Jaune. Didn’t you go to school together?”
Blake shifted as she made her way to the fridge to grab a drink. It was the kind of move Kali had seen enough times from her teenage daughter, a gesture of disinterest to cover the complex adolescent emotions she didn’t want to deal with, especially not to her mother.
“Since 8th grade, yeah…” she said, still not making eye contact as she grabbed a soda, “We never hung out much, though.”
Typical teenage terseness. Still, Kali knew how to pry…
“Oh…” she said, continuing to push, “I was just wondering if you and him ever, you know, got to know each other a little-”
“Mom!”
Now she turned around and made eye contact!
“I know what you’re doing,” she said, eyes focused and narrowed on her mother as Kali feigned ignorance, “There’s nothing going on between Jaune and me, and I don’t want my mother putting herself in the middle of it!”
Kali arched an eyebrow. “So there’s an it now?”
Blake huffed, stomping her foot in teenage frustration that made Kali just want to pull her daughter into the tightest maternal hug she could!
“I barely even know Jaune,” she said, “and he isn’t really my type. We’re in totally different circles, Mom.”
“Oh? You mean to tell me you’re not into physically fit blondes?” she asked, a teasing smile flitting across her face, “So you and Sun and you and Yang, I was just imagining-”
“Mom!” Blake cried, stamping her foot once more for emphasis, “I'm- I don't have a thing for Jaune!”
But Kali sighed. She’d done her teasing, now she had to get serious. “Honey, you don’t have to,” she patiently replied, “It’s about time for your first Heat, there’s nothing wrong with seeing someone available and having a quick fling—so long as you make sure to use protection.”
Blake turned a striking shade of scarlet as Kali saw that her assessment hit home. “I’m- I’m not in Heat, Mom, I’m- I haven’t- it’s not like that!”
“Please, honey, Heat is a perfectly normal experience for women like us,” she told her daughter, hoping to get her sincerity through to her, “If you're feeling those stirrings while with Jaune, someone you’ve hardly interacted with, it’s because you’re in Heat, and the only solution is to work through those feelings before you get hurt. They won't go away until you do.”
There was no response from her daughter, her face turned away and her eyes looking anywhere but at her mother, but Kali pushed on.
“And… Jaune’s not the worst option for this. You don’t want to mess up a real relationship with a Heat flash, and I certainly can’t blame you for looking at Jaune! He’s certainly a very handsome young man, seeing him out there in the yard, working up a sweat… I wouldn’t mind taking a bite out of a prime cut of beef like that!”
But she’d gone too far, something made apparent as Blake turned at her mother’s joke to look at her in horror, then stomped off to her room.
Teenagers… teenagers were hard, and in the hormonal swing of Heat, they were twice as difficult. And Kali had to admit, she was someone who couldn’t help but poke and prod when given the opportunity, even when that went directly against her aims, but still: her daughter was in need, and Kali was a mama who didn’t let her children suffer needlessly. And especially not from Heat—no young lady should have to ever feel like guilt and shame was keeping her away from a good, healthy Heat-fueled orgasm on top of a willing stud.
Clearly, her poor Blakey felt too self conscious to pursue a man who was attractive, trustworthy, and available. This was what they got for sending her to a majority-human school. Blake thought about sex in very human ways, where it had to be emotionally meaningful and part of a relationship. But Kali could help her daughter out!
All she had to do was give Jaune a little nudge and help push the two of them together. It'd be child's play, really—Jaune was an attractive young man, Blake was an attractive young woman, and with her daughter in Heat, she had an excuse for why she was meddling in her daughter's life. And with her daughter in Heat, once Kali had Jaune pointed in Blake’s direction, her daughter would find out pretty quickly that the path of least resistance was ignoring all those petty little voices in her head whining about decorum and propriety and just get to what her body was made to do! She’d feel so much better afterwards, none the wiser to how her mother had set the whole thing up.
Yes, Kali was quite pleased with herself for coming up with such an elegant solution. And… a rather enjoyable one, too. Glancing out the window, she watched Jaune intently, her gaze sharpened and focused and her mind… alight with how he might satisfy her daughter’s urges. The kind of thoughts that… that gave Kali a few thoughts to her own urges, her thighs suddenly feeling much less steady than they had been a moment ago.
She… she almost thought for a moment that she might be in Heat, but… no, no, at her age, that just wasn’t very likely. Her daughter, yes, she was primed to go off at the sight of just about anything sufficiently male and virile. Her own body would only trigger in response to something truly extraordinary, the sort of man who’d have girls going wild at just his scent!
She had to focus on what was important. When Jaune came back for his next appointment with their yard, Kali would have a few words with the young man and do her part to give him a nudge towards her daughter. An easy enough task with a rather spectacular outcome, so long as she did her part right!
Landscaping wasn't Jaune's first choice for a summer job, but it had its ups as much as its downs and, overall, he'd say it was alright.
It wasn’t hard work, but it was physically involved, mowing lawns and tending to gardens, cleaning out gutters and dealing with various odds and ends that kept him busy. There was some good in that—repetitive, mindless work took his mind off of things, and right now, there was a lot he didn't want to think about. He was from a large, close-knit family, and he wouldn’t trade it for the world, but it meant that if one of them struggled, the whole family shared the weight. Made things easier, usually, but when one of them really struggled, well…
His sister’s illness wasn’t getting better. They didn’t even know what it was - diagnostic criteria kept changing and prescriptions that were supposed to work as weren’t working, because the doctors kept re-assessing what was a symptom and what was the source. More tests were needed, more advanced treatments, treatments that cost money, and so every resource was being tapped for it. Jaune knew it cut his father deeply to even suggest it, but… they needed to tap his college fund.
Jaune understood. He would do anything for Violette. But he couldn’t deny that it stung
Then, when that particular well had run dry, Jaune had sacrificed the present as well, working day in and day out, making whatever cash he could through odd jobs for people who never had to worry about money.
Finally, in desperation, he’d turned to the Army.
When a recruiter had spotted him and shown him the number of zeros on his enlistment bonus, the decision had been made on the spot. After a few years in the service he’d have a few new skills and a government check for tuition, and could go back to his original plans before everything had gone to hell.
His grades were good enough and he had aced the physical – he’d spent most of the last year working and the years before that training hard to impress girls, and it had paid dividends. He performed leaps and bounds above the others at basic training and even been flagged as a candidate for Ranger School.
Jaune had leapt at the opportunity - graduating came with another big bonus and, after a string of bad luck, the offer had made him feel like he mattered again. Like he was special.
It was only after he’d signed on the dotted line that saber rattling had picked up in Vacuo again, and the higher ups had begun crowing about the need to secure Vale’s supply of dust.
Most civilians barely noticed, and maybe it would come to nothing - but, if things went south Jaune was the guy most likely to be thrown into the fire first. And with his luck, he’d either die or get so horrifically mutilated that his family would spend the rest of his life paying his medical debt off…
A crackling voice echoed from his car radio as he drove to the Belladonna family home.
“Negotiations between the Valean government and the terrorist group known as the Crown ended on a sour note as General Jax Asturias expelled all diplomats from the desert nation this morning. Councilor Troy has called for immediate action, and promised that military assets remain on the table should the situation continue to escalate. The dispute began in March, when–”
“- Fuck.” Jaune groaned, shutting the damned thing off.
He was due to report to Ranger School in 3 weeks time. And from there, who knows?
He hadn’t told many people he'd signed up – most of his friends had been busy with vacations or summer jobs, and hadn’t questioned where he’d disappeared to for 10 weeks during basic. His clients didn’t ask why he was leaving town after the summer, or, if they did, they didn’t ask where exactly he was going to school. Most of them were decent enough people, even if a few really got on his nerves, but he doubted they cared about his issues and if they did he didn’t want their sympathy. He especially didn't want any faux admiration they might feel obligated to give him. He'd gotten enough of that already - half of them had only hired him because they knew about his sister, and while he was willing to bear it for her if there was one thing Jaune hated it was being pitied.
Jaune couldn’t let himself wallow in his misfortune - nothing good would come from it. His sister was dying, and all his effort, all his sacrifices, might not be enough to save her. His plans for the future were shot, and there were decent odds that, sooner or later he would get shot too. His friends were happily carrying on with their lives, getting ready for school or fooling around with girls, while he was stuck here, forced into the burdens of adulthood with none of the usual benefits.
Work kept him from thinking about all of that. Mowing lawns, trimming bushes, putting all his energy into making sure the job was done and done properly, that was what Jaune was focused on. Like his dad always said, there was no shame in honest work. Even if he was pulling up into one of his high school classmate’s house to do grunt work for her family, Jaune could accept that it was better this than stealing.
Besides, Blake was a nice girl, if a slightly reclusive one, and her folks were pleasant to work with.
And… well, there were some other benefits of this job when you looked at it…
Strolling up to the backyard of the Belladonna household, he saw Mrs. Belladonna lying by the pool, clad in nothing but a bikini as she worked on her tan. He was careful not to be caught staring—those large sunglasses on her face meant he couldn’t see where she was looking, or even if her eyes were open, but Jaune knew, absolutely knew she was aware whenever Jaune was checking her out. But he did get a glimpse and the glimpse was, well, non-financial compensation.
Mrs. Belladonna was by far his favorite client. The summer was hot and the work was often tiresome, but the opportunity to see a grade-A MILF in next to nothing was worth any price. Her in a bikini by the pool, her briefs struggling mightily not to get sucked into the cavernous crack made by the round, finely-sculpted globes of her ass, her in yoga pants in the solarium, doing stretches that showed off how flexible she could be, or her in just a robe in the early morning, sipping her coffee in the kitchen as she watched him work, all while giving Jaune a tantalizing glimpse that there might not be anything beneath the flimsy little robe. It wasn’t anything he could act on, after all, he knew not to get caught looking, but even just a glimpse of what the Lady Belladonna had on display was of paramount value to Jaune.
He didn’t leer—he wasn’t the sort to do that, even if it wasn’t the woman who decided if he had a job or not—but he made sure to catch a very appreciative glimpse of her curves as he made his way past the pool and gave her a respectful hello. She returned the favor, giving him a mirthful smirk that always made Jaune unsure if she had actually caught him looking or just knew that she had a body worth staring at, but either way, he passed her and headed to the garden shed.
It was fortunate that Blake wasn’t there. Not that Jaune had anything against Blake—or the sight of her in a bikini—but it was different with her.
They weren’t friends, but they went to school together and had always gotten along well, and that meant that she was a lot more familiar and ordinary than Mrs. Belladonna was. Besides, checking somebody out was one thing, checking out somebody’s mom in front of them was a bridge too far for Jaune’s code of ethics. Though he had to admit, seeing the normally quiet, reserved girl who was all too happy to disappear into the background sunning herself in a bikini as daring as her mother’s, that showed off so much of her pale, creamy skin and curvaceous hourglass figure? Jaune wished they had gotten to know each other a bit better, and while he doubted he had any chance with her now he wasn’t going to deny he appreciated the view!
But thoughts like these faded away as Jaune set about his work. Tending to the lawn and garden didn’t take too much out of him, but it was enough to take his thoughts off of gorgeous MILFs or their beautiful daughters just as much as it took his mind off of his family and career woes. He worked through the day, working up a sweat under the summer sun until, after wiping his brow, Jaune realized that he really needed to take a moment and get a drink.
One of the nice things about working for the Belladonnas was that they had no problem letting him into the house to get a glass of water or use the bathroom. He'd discovered that those made a big difference in workplace quality, and as he poured himself a glass of water, Jaune gave another silent acknowledgement that the Belladonnas were a much better employer than some of his other clients. Taking a drink, he let the cool water refresh him as he focused up to go back outside and get right back to work-
“Oh, hello Jaune,” came a rich purr from behind him.
Clad in a thin robe that wasn't properly fashioned—well, it was properly fashioned if your goal was to show off a lot of leg while still maintaining a semblance of modesty—Mrs. Belladonna practically sashayed her way over to him. She was a flirty woman, but this was a step up for her. Still, with Mrs. Belladonna, he’d gotten accustomed to her acting in ways he didn’t expect. He figured she just wanted to get a rise out of him.
“Good afternoon, Ma’am,” he said respectfully, knowing to neither gawk nor trip on his words, doing his best to be a gentleman when faced by this. “Just came in to get a drink of water.”
“Oh, anytime, Jaune,” she said, waving him off, “You're very welcome in this house. It's hot out there, and I don't mind you coming in to refresh yourself!”
Well that got an eyebrow raise! “Welcome in this house,” “hot out there,” and “refresh yourself?” In such a sultry tone of voice? Even for Mrs. Belladonna, this was forward, but he couldn't read too much into it yet, except…
“A young man like you,” she purred, laying her interest on thick, “Having to come over and work so hard while also being such a perfect gentleman… that sounds simply exhausting. I wanted to let you know just how… appreciated your work is and that… someone’s taken notice of you.”
Jaune could only grin. He knew flirting, and Mrs. Belladonna had gone right past flirting. Jaune had not missed the looks she’d been giving him. The double standard was unfortunate, that Mrs. Belladonna could practically eyefuck him while he was mowing the lawn but Jaune had to be discreet as he checked out what happened when a lifetime of yoga met a naturally curvy figure and then collided with a mindset that saw “modesty” as a foreign concept… but he wasn’t complaining. Heck, he enjoyed the attention, and if Mrs. Belladonna was hinting that she’d be open to him reciprocating more openly, he certainly couldn’t object to that!
“Well, thank you Ma'am,” he said, making a point to stand up a little straighter and bring his height to bear, looming over her to give her a view of his broad and powerful chest. Jaune had a burly physique, one that had been sharpened by pushing a lawnmower and pulling up weeds, and one that had caught the eye of recruiters. It had earned him the chance to become a Ranger, and it definitely caught the eye of interested women. And from the way her eyes went wide, Mrs. Belladonna was very interested.
She was drinking him in and Jaune felt the tension shift, the power moving from the flirtatious housewife and towards him. As Mrs. Belladonna's nostrils flared, Jaune saw the hint of surprise cross her face as she got a good whiff of his scent -
-Actually, now that he looked more closely at her, another thought emerged. A Faunus woman who was suddenly flirting hard and desperate get physical? He saw the flush of her cheek and the dilation of her eyes, this was a textbook sign of Heat.
He’d seen the signs once before, when a pretty upperclassman had discretely pulled him aside one afternoon last spring.
Velvet Scarlatina had been class valedictorian and was a Faunus with adorable rabbit ears. She was the smartest, shiest and sweetest girl he had ever met. She wasn’t as curvy as Kali or even Blake, but what her assets lacked in size they made up for with shape and perk. She had a toned, slender figure, sleek brown hair, legs that went on for days, a gentle smile and the cutest little laugh he had ever heard. They were a year apart and friendly enough, more-friends-of-friends than anything, but he’d had the biggest crush on her. He'd been confused, then delighted when she’d explained her condition.
It sounded crazy - he had never heard of Heat before and if it was anyone other than Velvet he wouldn’t have believed it was real. But she had been so earnest, and so embarrassed as fished out box of condoms and stammered out her explanation about Heat Cycles, and hormones. She had been trying to fight it for weeks but she really, really needed to have sex with someone and could it please be him?
They both lost their virginity in the back of his car 15 minutes later, although Jaune wouldn’t have believed it if he hadn’t seen her cherry pop himself.
It was like a switch had flipped the second he’d gotten inside her – any pretense of modesty fell away in an animalistic frenzy as the cute, shy senior started screaming in ecstasy, begging him to go harder and deeper as he pounded her into the cushion. He remembered the same flushed look on the Faunus girl’s face as she told him how much she loved him, how she needed his big, fat cock and wanted his fucking babies …
…Of course he remembered.
Suddenly the pieces began slotting into place. Why Mrs. Belladonna wore so little around him, why she had found more and more excuses to call him over, why she shamelessly ogled him and was inviting the young blond to return the favor.
And, if she was actually in Heat, Jaune knew she wanted him to do a lot more than stare.
The last time a Faunus girl had given him that look they’d gone at it for the better part of a weekend. It had been the best sex of his life, and now that a Heat had dropped another gorgeous woman into his lap he’d be an idiot not to take advantage of it.
He didn't expect anything more to come of it - Heat had nothing to do with romance. He’d learned that the hard way when Velvet’s symptoms wore off and she couldn’t even look at him without turning into a blushing, mortified mess. It was pure, primal want that took over a woman’s system until she had worked it out and could go back to her normal life. And if it turned sweet, virginal Velvet into an insatiable nymphomaniac, the things it would do to a flirty minx like Mrs. Belladonna…
Mr. Belladonna was out of the country and would be for at least another month – it rarely progressed that far but Heat was known to drive Faunus insane if they tried to resist it for that long. And if his wife was a literal pussy in heat with no husband to get her off, well, Jaune was just doing his civic duty helping her out!
She smoldered in front of him, basically confirming that she was definitely under the effects of Heat as she added, “And I’m sure you don’t have any objections that she’s been ‘noticing’ you, hmm?”
“Well, Ma’am, I can honestly say…”
He flashed her a dazzling smile as he boldly put a hand on her arm. Not a forceful grab or anything inappropriate, but a sudden reminder of his physical presence as he turned on the charm for her.
“...that I have no objections whatsoever with a fine lady like you.”
Mrs. Belladonna, however, suddenly blinked in surprise, her usual seductive confidence suddenly replaced by something… timid.
Submissive.
Breedable.
“Oh I didn't- didn't mean… I was really talking about my…”
But Jaune just grinned. He saw what was happening here. Mrs. Belladonna wanted to push the boundary and do something dangerous, but now that Jaune was responding to her signals, she found herself with cold feet. But now that Jaune had started going, he wasn't about to stop.
Besides, it wasn't healthy for a Faunus woman to deny her Heat.
“Mrs. Belladonna,” he said, his voice forceful enough to silence her objections even as he smiled. “I think we know what we both want right now…”
Under his gaze, the normally collected matriarch of the Belladonna family simply trembled as his gaze pulled the truth out of her.
She was hot.
He was aware of that.
She was horny.
He was alone with her and could take care of that problem.
There wasn’t really a question what would happen next.
Mrs. Belladonna peeled off her robe and let it drop onto the kitchen floor, flaunting her bikini-clad body. Jaune had gotten a glimpse outside at the pool, but now, he was able to look dead on and drink in the sight of her curves.
She looked good. Not even with a qualified “for her age,” Mrs. Belladonna just looked good. A hot piece of ass who had her hands behind her back to untie her bikini. As her swimsuit joined her robe on the floor, Jaune felt his cock get hard in anticipation of enjoying all of her naked body.
He wasn’t about to wait. Moving in, he kissed her. Kissed her passionately, vigorously, a kiss that reminded her how much taller Jaune was, his broad and muscular chest on display as he crushed her soft breasts against it. Thrusting his tongue into her mouth Jaune showed the older woman just what all her flirtatious looks and coy smiles had been building up. He ran his hands over her body, one reaching down for her ass to palm a cheek and give it a dominant squeeze as he enjoyed her bouncy, supple posterior.
But even as Jaune asserted himself with Mrs. Belladonna, her wilful side began to return as she kissed him back. Her Heat wouldn't let her just lie back and succumb to his power - not without a fight. Her ardor rose up as she pressed her naked body against him and pushed her own tongue into his mouth and showed off her passion. She was horny beyond control and she couldn't delay her absolute need to fuck. Not that Jaune was interested in delaying anything.
Jaune could have screwed her right there in the kitchen, but that just wouldn't do for him. He wanted to fuck her, completely and utterly, and that had to be done in the right place. In her bedroom, he would ravish her, make her his, and for that purpose, Jaune scooped her up in his arms and lifted her right off of her feet. Mrs. Belladonna made a squeak of surprise as she suddenly found herself suspended in midair by Jaune’s powerful arms—or perhaps for finding herself suddenly face first with his muscular chest—but Jaune paid it no mind as he carried her to her bedroom.
It was lucky that Jaune had been in the house enough that he had a general sense of where the Master Bedroom was, though he was horny enough to fuck her that he'd have done it in a closet if that was the door he opened. And doing Mrs. Belladonna in her daughter's bed had a certain appeal, but… he was here now. Time to get to work!
With a bestial roar, Jaune threw Mrs. Belladonna onto the bed, hearing her cry out in surprise as she bounced on the mattress. His clothes came off in a swift motion, his shirt flung off and his belt undone as he kicked his shoes off. Cock out, he brandished it at Mrs. Belladonna. She gasped in surprise at Jaune's length, clearly unprepared for what she was seeing, which gave Jaune no small sense of pride. But he didn't delay—there was no time for it.
Springing into the bed, Jaune set upon his prey like a wild animal. He was on her in a flash, the head of his throbbing cock against her dripping wet pussy. She was too hot and bothered to need any foreplay - and he was ready to go now.
Kali was still trying to understand how things had escalated so quickly - her Heat had never felt this intense before. One minute she was trying to set her gardener up with her daughter, and the next she was on her back in her marital bed while the biggest dick she had ever seen was prodding its way inside her.
Ghira was a big man, but there was one measure where Jaune had him decisively beat – his manhood was almost as big as her forearm and each ball was the size of her closed fist, eagerly bobbing and heavy with enough seed to impregnate her 100 times over.
She could feel the heat coming off him, the potent virility of his musk, and Kali realized how the young stud had managed to set her off.
Jaune Arc was a born breeder.
And she was totally unprotected.
“W-wait!”
Jaune stopped, letting out a pained grunt as he left the head of his cock halfway inside her.
Kali tried to marshal her thoughts - to tell him to slow down, that they were moving too fast, that she had a husband and he wasn’t even wearing a condom -
-But she couldn’t. Her Heat was too strong – he was too strong. Her objections felt hollow under the overwhelming pressure of this Alpha male’s desire, her earlier defiance crumpling in favor of her instinctual need to submit.
All she could manage was a mewling whine and a half-hearted line of protest.
“It-it won’t fit!”
Jaune smirked.
Without a word, he drove his dick in deep into the awaiting MILF's plump and needy pussy. Mrs. Belladonna's eyes went wide as she felt Jaune enter her, clearly unprepared for his girth or the force he brought into the bedroom! Her mouth opened in a silent cry of surprise, but before she could catch her bearings, Jaune was not only fully hilted inside her, he was already pulling back to bring on another, potent thrust.
And then another.
Another.
And another!
They were going hard and fast, their only words an incoherent string of “fuck”s and gasps of savage pleasure. Her mind was a whirlwind of orgasmic delight, her body molding to his as he relentlessly bore down on her, wringing more bliss out of every movement. It was all on instinct, and Jaune felt like he was getting pulled into Mrs. Belladonna's wild, absolute need, like her Heat was contagious!
It was a roar in his ears that demanded more. Simply more. Her pussy was grasping him tightly, snugly capturing his cock in her wet folds and making Jaune feel like his dick was buried in paradise, but still, the Heat rising up from the madly lustful woman beneath him beckoned Jaune to do more. Give more. Take more.
She was entirely at his mercy and he knew it - he could drive her wild with a single touch. For a man that fate had decided to shit on time and time again, that power, that control, was almost better than sex.
Almost.
He looked down at Mrs. Belladonna, saw her face caught in a moan, felt her cunt spasm around him and knew that he wanted more.
Taking hold of her thighs, Jaune bent her over double to put her into a mating press. In that position, Jaune could jackhammer into her pussy as Mrs. Belladonna gasped out in pleasure.
“Oh- oh Jaune, oh Jaune!” she cried out in glee, her hips bucking against him as best she could to ensure his cock went as deep into her as she could. “I’m cumming! I’m CUMMING!! I’M - “
-Jaune slammed into her, vigorously pounding her as she wailed in delight.
“Take it!” Jaune snarled, “You're mine now, you're mine!”
He was knocking at the gates of her womb, maybe even literally, and as her inner walls eagerly squeezed around him Jaune's mind turned to thoughts of breeding.
Heat meant a woman was at the peak of her fertility. If Jaune came inside her, he was liable to get her pregnant. Hell, given his family’s track record and his own natural gifts Jaune was almost certain to get her pregnant, and now matter how hot it would be Jaune couldn't really knock a married woman up and then leave town…
But another part of Jaune, a part who was facing an uncertain future and feeling powerless in the face of death, the part that had been forced to grovel for pocket change at the feet of men he could crush with one hand for the sake of his sister’s life, the part that longed for dominance and thought Mrs. Belladonna was his by conquest, that part was telling him to cum inside her. To flood her pussy and stuff her womb, to leave a legacy behind and give this sexy, slutty housewife a permanent reminder of the gardener who'd fucked her brains out. It’d be an act of utter, thoughtless desire, but it had a dark appeal to Jaune as he pounded her pussy.
But even as she continued to quake beneath him with each staggering thrust, her eyes crossed and her vision unfocused, Mrs. Belladonna managed to pull together her words and whimper out, “P-please- please… in-inside, c-cum inside, n-need you- need you to- to cum inside me!”
It was the last straw. She was melting beneath him, crumbling into nothing but a gasping, squealing mess of a woman, inarticulately begging for his seed. She wanted it, she needed it, as her voice split the room with a shrieking orgasm, Jaune continued to give it without relenting, without stopping, without holding anything back!
Throwing his back into a roar of pleasure, Jaune released, spurting deep inside Mrs. Belladonna’s pussy and ensuring that she was well seeded. She was an older woman - old enough to be his mother - but in Heat, and with the sheer volume of cum Jaune was pumping into her, shot after shot going deep into her womb, there was no doubt that Jaune had just fathered a little brother or sister for Blake. Biting his lip as he savored the feeling of emptying his balls in a moaning, panting MILF, Jaune let time simply stop, letting the moment stretch on until she had taken every last drop.
But… when it was finished, there was nothing left for Jaune to do but withdraw, slowly pulling his cock back and letting Mrs. Belladonna’s legs return to their natural position. She sighed with pleasure as Jaune admired the sight of his cum spilling out of her overstuffed pussy, then he lay down on the bed beside his mature lover, enjoying the moment of post-coital bliss they now found themselves in.
They lay in bed together, catching their breath as they reckoned with what they'd just done. Mrs. Belladonna had the excuse of Heat, her hormones driving her to fuck the nearest available stud, but what was his excuse?
…well, a glance at Mrs. Belladonna, her naked body splayed on the bed beside him, her skin slicked with a sheen of sweat, gave Jaune all the answer he needed. But as he looked over, he caught her eye and felt a smile cross his face, just as it crossed hers.
“..You’re still hard?” She asked wondrously, running her palm down his slick shaft in a loving caress.
Jaune grinned, lining himself up for another round. “You’re still hot.”
Mrs. Belladonna… no, Kali , let out a flattered giggle as he grabbed her hips and maneuvered her into position – face down, ass up.
“ Good answer. ” She said, wiggling her wide, childbearing hips as she eagerly egged him on.
Her fate might have already been sealed, but her pleasure had only just begun. Jaune knew that a Heat could take days to work through, and doing so required a generous helping of good, hard dicking. Kali knew Jaune was more than capable of getting her over the hump.
She’d worry about the consequences later, and the awkward conversations that would follow. She hoped for Ghira’s sake that the baby wasn’t blond…
“Hey mom, I-”
Jaune’s eyes snapped to the door, the one part of his reflexes that responded with any speed as he stared, frozen in uncertainty, into the utterly shocked face of Mrs. Belladonna’s daughter.
Blake was equally frozen, jaw hanging slightly open in the word she had been about to say as she came into her mother’s bedroom, eyes wide as she drank in the sight of her mother and Jaune in bed together… her mother and the gardener in bed together with her mother fucked into a puddle by the hung, handsome and extremely hard gardener. Her very much married mother, in bed with… their stud gardener who was also her classmate…
But as Blake’s mind rolled through the same few facts over and over again and Jaune remained frozen under her staring eyes, there was one person who wasn’t paralyzed by the sudden awkwardness.
“Oh, hi, Blakey!” Mrs. Belladonna said in a girlish sing-song voice, “S-sorry I couldn’t help myself, but he’ll be good to take care of your Heat in a moment too!”