Fate's Wild Card Ch.33 (Released) (Patreon)

Maybe he should have stayed with his team but since there are no more exams for another week so he is kinda free from studying and to do a few things, like he wanted to go to Vale to check a few things but decided not to.

Now Pryce is right in front of door 118 in the B buildings and it's 11 PM. He took Velvet's invitation even if it was a little late... although she never specified when exactly to come looking for her, just after 10 PM. Close enough.

Better late than never. Especially that at this hour his team is already asleep.

Also as he was sneaking around the dorms, it made sense to him why the bunny girl told him to go past 10 because the building was empty; maybe the second years are early sleepers or off doing their own thing elsewhere on campus. The hallway is eerily quiet, just the hum of the ventilation system.

So he does as told and stomps the floor twice firmly.

And waits beside the door, his ears twitching at every small sound as he is cautious. It only takes a moment before Velvet comes up quickly and surprisingly silent despite her hurried pace, blushing madly with a smile and wearing a bathrobe, the same one he found her in the last time. Her brown ears are slightly flattened against her head.

"H-heey," she manages to say, her voice breathy and nervous as she fidgets with the belt of her robe. "Been waiting for you."

Pryce only looks at her, and just like the other time he feels extremely attracted to her, not understanding why he needs to tear off that robe and take her at this very moment. There's something about her scent; something sweet and earthy that causes his chest to warm up and tighten, the way her brown eyes seem to pull him in like gravity. But he suppresses those desires as much as he can and he simply moves in to kiss her without thinking, his hands finding her waist beneath the soft fabric before groping her ass and pressing her against his body.

Velvet gasps before she melts, wrapping her hands around his neck and pulling him closer, her body pressed against his and moving so her breasts could explore his chest. A small sound escapes her throat before she tangles her tongue with his and his hands trying to lift her robe. But that dance lasts for a moment before she pushes him away, breaking away and panting, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she stares with a silly grin.

"N-Not here," she whispers directly into his ear, her breath hot against his skin. She quickly grabs his hand and leads him outside, her fingers intertwining with his. 

Pryce follows without question, his mind foggy with whatever this pull is between them. 

They exit the building through a side door and she leads him across the courtyard, staying in the shadows cast by the buildings, avoiding the main pathways. The moonlight casts long shadows across Beacon's grounds, the shattered moon overhead painting everything in pale light. Her robe flutters slightly in the night breeze.

"Where are we going?" Pryce finally asks.

"Somewhere private," Velvet replies, glancing back at him with those brown eyes that seem to glow slightly in the darkness. "Somewhere we won't be... interrupted."

She leads him past the main academic buildings, and much to his surprise they end up at the same place between the trees where they met after some walking.

Once they're safely concealed within the treeline, she turns to him and smoothly lets her robe fall to the ground.

Pryce doesn't waste a second to close the distance and grab her by the waist, pulling her against him. Their lips crash together in a hungry kiss. His hands roam her bare body, memorizing every curve and dip, the smooth expanse of her back, the soft swell of her hips before he guides those meaty hips to his crotch.

Velvet moans into his mouth as she grinds against him, making sure he feels her burning desire across his hardening member. And the best part is how he can feel it through the thin fabric, her slick heat seeping through. He wants to rip them off and bury himself to hilt, already imagining how amazing her insides will feel.

But he uses all of his willpower to not do that, instead he breaks the kiss, a thin trail of saliva still connecting them before breaking. He quickly drops to his knees and his senses are assaulted by that same intoxicating smell from earlier but stronger and better as he is now directly in front of the source.

Her arousal is thick in the air—musky, sweet, and utterly irresistible as he salivates. He buries his face between her thighs and devours her eager snatch. And the taste hit him instantly; tangy and extremely addicting as he doesn't want to ever stop eating that nectar.

Especially that she tastes even better than he remembers.

His tongue explores every fold and crevice, teasing her clit with quick, flicking motions before plunging deep into her passage. His mate's fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as she grinds against his face.

"Yesss... just like that... oh gods..." Her moans are music to his ears, spurring him on. He redoubles his efforts, alternating between broad, flat licks before entering her again to extract more of her juices which she approves as her moans grow louder.

Soon her thighs clamp around his head, holding him in place as her hips buck wildly. He doesn't let up, his arms quickly locking around her as he laps up every drop as she cries out, her back arching in a beautiful, agonizing curve. Even going as far as capturing her lower lips and sucking them all for the sake to get even more of her juices not caring about the lewd noises he is making or the sticky mess on his face.

He only stops when her legs go limp and she sags against him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He looks up at her to find her beautiful flushed face, her eyes glazed with pleasure, and her long ears droop lazily to the side of her head.

A beautiful sight that only lasted for a moment before her legs gave out and she slowly slid down to her knees, his arms making her descent comfortable until she was level with him. Without a word, she leans in to capture his lips, and forces her tongue inside which he quickly responds in kind, letting her taste herself on him.

But the sloppy kiss becomes secondary when his raging member springs free forcing him to look down along with the faunus girl who gasps in surprise.

"It-It's bigger than before..." She breathes out.

And in a moment of clarity he realizes that yes, he looks bigger than he remembers and that his member is throbbing violently and painfully, the tip an angry red as pre-cum continuously leaks out from his tip.

'What is happening to me?'

That shouldn’t be happening.

That's the only rational thought that crosses his mind before it all evaporates when Velvet immediately trapped his raging erection in her mouth and sucked hard. The sensation nearly makes him shoot right then and there, a strangled groan escaping him.

However, just as he is about to grab her head to properly enjoy her mouth she slips away leaving him wanting. But before he could voice his complaints the words die in his throat when he catches the breathtaking sight.

The sexy bunny girl on all fours, her back arched in a perfect, sinful curve, presenting herself to him. Her round, firm ass is high in the air, the moonlight catching the slick wetness of her folds peeking between her thighs. She looks back at him over her shoulder, her brown eyes dark with lust, her lips parted as she pants lightly.

"Breed me." She tauntingly shakes her ass.

He doesn't need to be told twice.

With a growl that is more animal than anything, he's on top of her. He doesn't enter her gently or slowly. He claims her in a single, brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside her impossibly tight heat. Pryce gasps for how hot she is, no, how much she is burning inside those wet walls clinging to him like a second skin. 

Velvet cries out, a sound that's part pain mixed with ecstasy, her head dropping to the grass as her long ears press flat against her head.

He starts moving, hard and fast, setting a punishing rhythm from the very beginning. Each thrust rocks her entire body, making her breasts sway beneath her. The sounds of their coupling are obscene in the quiet night; the wet slap of skin against skin, her broken moans and whimpers, his guttural grunts.

"So good... so deep... fill me... please..." she babbles, completely lost in pleasure.

He's rougher than before, just as she asked. His hands grip her hips hard enough to bruise, using them as leverage to drive deeper and harder into her welcoming heat.

He leans over her, his chest pressing against her back, his lips finding the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder. He doesn't just kiss it; he bites down, so she is properly marked as his.

That bite causes his mate's screams, her walls clamping down around him as a powerful orgasm rips through her. Her whole body trembles, her arms giving out as she collapses face-first into the grass.

But Pryce doesn't stop. If anything, that only spurs him on. He follows her down, covering her body with his own without breaking his rhythm, one arm wrapping around her waist to hold her in place as he continues to pound into her with reckless abandon.

"Mine," he growls against her ear. "All mine." The words are torn from some primal part of him, a possessive instinct that's been simmering since the first time he saw her naked in the moonlight.

She doesn't argue. She just moans, a submissive, accepting sound that sends another jolt of lust straight to his groin. "Yours... all yours... breed me..." she manages between gasps.

He pushes himself up, kneeling behind her and pulling her hips up to meet his powerful thrusts. The new angle allows him to go even deeper, kissing that sensitive entrance inside her that makes her see stars.

He can feel the pressure building, that familiar tightening in his balls. He knows he's getting close, that soon she will be full of him and heavy.

Full and heavy.

Full and heavy with his bastards...

‘Bred’, heavy and leaking all for him and only him, screaming his name.

He looks down at where they're joined, at the sight of his cock disappearing into her, stretching around him. Her entire body is made for this, made to take him, to carry his young.

Yes, his young, an entire litter. And the next, and the next, and the next...

A roar rips through him, something more bestial than man. He slams into her one last time, burying himself as deep as he can go and pushing through the last barrier when he finally explodes. It's more intense than anything he's ever experienced, a violent, overwhelming surge of pleasure that makes his vision white out. He can feel each powerful pulse as he empties himself into her, claiming her, marking her from the inside out.

His mate can only scream, scream so loud that everyone can understand that she fully belongs to him and only him, her entire body convulsing as he fills her with everything. Her inner walls ripple and clench around him, milking him for every last drop, ensuring not a single drop escapes her fertile womb.

They stay locked together for what feels like an eternity; the only sounds are their ragged breaths and the distant chirping of crickets. The night air feels cool against his heated skin, and the scent of their breeding, sweat, and something uniquely them—hangs heavy in the clearing.

Slowly, carefully, he pulls out, already missing her tight delicious heat as soon as he separates. A thick trickle of their combined fluids follows, painting her inner thighs and dripping onto the grass below. It's a lewd, beautiful sight, one that stirs a deep, primal satisfaction in his chest.

Absolute proof of his claim.

Velvet collapses onto the grass, completely boneless, her long ears drooping limply onto the damp ground. She's a mess of tangled limbs, flushed skin, and drying fluids. Her chest rises and falls with each shuddering breath, and she looks utterly, beautifully debauched.

And it's not enough.

It will never be enough.

He moves without thinking, a predator eyeing its prize. He flips her over onto her back, and she offers no resistance, just a soft, dazed whimper. Her legs fall open automatically, an invitation he doesn't need to hear twice.

He's already hard again, impossibly so, a painful, throbbing ache that demands relief. The sight of her lying there, her body slick with sweat and his seed, her pussy red and swollen from their rough coupling, is more potent than any pill.

He positions himself between her legs, not giving her a moment to recover before he's inside her again, her insides much better and eagerly welcoming him back.

She cries out yet her legs quickly lock him in place. Pryce starts moving again, setting a relentless pace. Each thrust is deep and powerful, designed to remind her who she belongs to, to erase any doubt from her mind that she is anything but his. To be absolutely sure that she doesn't leave this place impregnated.

And with a grunt he finishes inside her. Again.

His mate shudders violently, her back arching off the ground as another orgasm rips through her. Her nails dig into his shoulders. But he doesn't stop. If anything, her reaction only fuels the never-ending fire burning within him.

He's not just fucking her anymore. He's breeding her. And the thought sends a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust through him.

"Again," he growls, the word a command, not a request.

She can only moan in response so he takes charge. He grabs her legs, pushing them back until her knees are almost touching her shoulders, folding her nearly in half. The new angle allows hitting another sensitive spot deep inside her with every thrust.

Her eyes roll back in her head, her mouth open in a silent scream as another wave of pleasure crashes over her. 

He wants to see her like this forever. Want to keep her heavy and full with his child. Want to see those beautiful ears twitching as she nurses their young on each breast.

The thought is so powerful, so consuming, that it steals the air from his lungs. He feels himself swelling inside her, growing impossibly hard as another orgasm builds, hotter and more intense than the last.

"Y-Yours," she manages to gasp out between thrusts. "All yours... Pryce... oh gods... fill me... breed me... make me yours..."

That's it. That's what he needed to hear for his mind to autopilot.

With another roar that tears from his throat, he buries himself to the hilt and empties himself into her once more, another hot, thick flood of his seed claiming her fertile womb. His whole body tenses, every muscle screaming as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him, leaving him trembling and breathless.

But only a few more gasps before he recovers to go again.

And again.

And again.

And before he knew it, it was already morning.

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Pryce blinks, the bright light stabbing at his eyes after a night spent in darkness. His body aches with a satisfying exhaustion, every muscle protesting, refusing to listen to his brain.

He looks down at the woman sprawled beneath him, still impaled on his member.

Velvet is asleep, her head turned to the side, her long brown ears drooping limply into the grass. Her chest rises and falls with each soft breath, her lips slightly parted. Her body is a big mess of drying fluids covering her thighs and stomach, teeth marks on her neck and shoulders, fingerprints blooming on her hips.

"Shit..."

With the sun now filtering through the trees, illuminating the reality of their actions, a cold knot of dread forms in his stomach. This was a mistake. A huge, irreversible mistake.

He has to get out of here. Now.

Carefully, gently, he pulls away, wincing at the sensitivity. As he finally withdraws, a thick, milky trickle of seed follows, painting her inner thighs and collecting in a small puddle on the grass. It's a damning sight, and it sends another jolt of that primal, possessive satisfaction through him, a feeling he immediately tries to squash.

He scrambles to his feet, searching for his discarded clothes. His pants are crumpled near a bush, his shirt hanging from a low-hanging branch. He dresses quickly, his movements jerky and clumsy.

They must leave before everyone wakes up!

"Velvet, wake up," he says, his voice rougher than he intends. He nudges her shoulder with his foot.

The girl stirs, her long ears twitching. Her eyes flutter open, blinking against the morning light. She looks disoriented, then confused, then a slow, lazy smile spreads across her face.

"Mmm... morning already?"

It takes a second before she gasps and jolts awake.

"Oh fuck! It's morning?!" She shrieks, her arms crossing over her chest and legs snapping shut as she sits up, her eyes wide as she takes in their surroundings. "Oh gods! We went all night! My team must be awake now, fuck!"

The faunus girl saying fuck, is a big surprise. She didn’t look the type.

She looks around frantically, spotting her discarded robe. She grabs it, fumbling with the tie, her hands shaking too much to make a proper knot. She's a mess of twigs in her hair, grass stains on her knees, and the evidence of their sex marathon still sticky on her skin.

"Crap, crap, crap," she mutters, still trying to tie the robe. "Yatsu and Fox are going to kill me. Coco might actually kill you."

Pryce snaps from the trance and also finishes dressing up because his team must be awake already, Pyrrha in particular. He has to come up with a good excuse for not sleeping in his own bed.

Velvet finally gives up on the knot and just holds the robe closed with one hand, using the other to brush futilely at the grass and dirt on her legs. "You have to go! Now! Before someone sees us!"

"I know!" Pryce retorts, his mind already racing through a list of lies. Early morning training? A walk to clear his head? Morning snack? Nothing sounded convincing.

"What about you?" He blurts out the dumb question.

She is already backing away toward her dorm building, her movements awkward. "I'll figure something out! Just... go!"

With that order she turns and half-runs, half-limps away, disappearing into the trees.

He waits until she's gone before moving himself, taking a different route through the trees, sticking to the disappearing shadows. His whole body is sore in a way that has nothing to do with training.

And that brought him back to last night.

What the fuck was that?

It wasn't just sex. He's had a lot of sex with Neo. But this... this was something else entirely. That primal, possessive instinct that had taken over, that overwhelming need to breed Velvet. He'd never lost control like that, not even with Neo when they went all out.

Fuck, he didn’t even want kids! Why the fuck was he imagining Velvet with his bastards?!

He shook his head to discard those thoughts as he had something more important to do. 

The walk back to his dorm is a tense affair but thankfully thanks to his experience he reaches his room and carefully opens the door and much to his relief everyone is still asleep. So now all he needs to do is take a shower and use a lot of deodorant and cologne to mask the smell.

But all those thoughts die down with a knock on the door.

"Wah? Who is knocking this earl...Wuh, Pryce?" Ruby asks with a sleepy face as she tries to rub her eyes. “What’s that smell?”

Well fuck.

And the knocking continues.

AN: Something's wrong with that bunny girl, I don't know what.