Hey, guys. Big Diesel and [thegirlfriendoftheauthor] here. Here is a new story that we are experimenting with. What we are doing is freeform writing. Meaning, it is like a freestyle of sorts. We write what's going on until we stop. It's weird, but a challenge to our skills. Anyway, this series is about the relationship between Jaune and Willow Schnee. We don't see enough Jaune x Willow, so we are giving it a try. Enjoy!

It was supposed to be a simple day. A day to be acquainted with one another.

"Jaune."

It should have been going to see a movie. A reason to develop a conversation, something to talk about.

"Jaune."

We were going to have lunch at a restaurant. We were going to get German. I even made a reservation.

"Jaune."

I wanted nothing more than to spend the day with the mother of a woman of whom I am dating. A woman that is my lover. A woman that is my life. A woman, a woman I hope to wed one day.

"Jaune, look at me."

I shouldn't...I shouldn't...I shouldn't be in a hotel room with her. I shouldn't be disrobing her until she was bare flesh. I shouldn't be digging into her bosom, inhaling the fragrance of her perfume. I shouldn't have the desire of craving her womanhood.

"Jaune, look at me, my dear."

I shouldn't be in this position. I shouldn't be in here. We should...we should...what in the hell have I done?

"Jaune." This time her voice was soft but demanding. She leaned forward, still not touching my penis, and ran her hands down my side with her fingernails scraping. She wanted me to feel her, to crave her, to desire her. My breath sobbed in. Her palms slid up my sweating body until they settled over my nipples, then she took them between finger and thumb and squeezed.

I suck through my teeth, feeling her smile hovering over me. Knowing she was in control. Knowing I gave her power.

"Call me by my name." Her voice was soft, purring as she continued kneading my nipples. I muster out a silent gasp, knowing that she had me in the position she wanted me to be. "Call me by my name." She sucked the air through her teeth. Seeing her ice blue eyes made me swallow a lump. I can see her. I can see my beloved. What lovely eyes they share. What lovely appearance she has.

But it wasn't my beloved hovering over me. It wasn't my beloved breathing her fiery breath of passion to my swollen nipples. It wasn't my beloved rubbing her bare flesh against mine. She wanted a reaction. She warranted it. She wanted me to feel it, knowing I needed her bad as much as she did.

It wasn't right. No, it's not right. I shouldn't be doing this.

"Call me by my name." Her teeth made contact with her my ear. She nibbled oh so tenderly. A gasp followed a laugh escaped from her moistened lips. She entrapped me under her spell.

"Willow."

I threw my head back, gasping, my body arching under the woman who straddled my thighs. The soft sounds she made were like purring. She was the predatory as I was the prey and she liked it. That was her nature. Her birthright, may I add. What Willow wanted, Willow got.

"Say my name again, my blonde knight." She purred, indented her teeth into my lobe, staking her claim.

I feel guilty, but it was incredible. I shouldn't be doing this. This should end. This should end. This. Should. End.

"Willow."

"Yes! Say it again!"

"Willow!"

She was tickled, seeing my penis standing at attention, but wanting nothing to be done. It danced alone, weeping the tears. It envied me, wanting affection whereas my nipples and my ears were getting love. It didn't go unnoticed by the white-haired woman.

"Oh, honey," she whispered in my reddened ears. "I refuse to make you cum. You aren't allowed to touch it either. Let it build. Let you go mad at the build it brings." She dug into my ear with her moisten muscle. She whispered. "When I see you fold. When I see you cry. When I see falter and begging of me, then I can make you cum."

She commanded me to stay still as she wanted my tension to build. Her kneading never stop, making slight taps to my sides to not move. The bridge of her nose touched my ear. Her nostrils at my lobe. Her tongue at the ridge of my neck. "I am tasting you, staking my claim, my sweetness."

"Staking your claim," I retorted.

"Of course, my dear." She didn't respond with humor. It was dry, clear, and reason-thought. Her fingertips relieved itself from my nipple and trailed on my chest.

As her warmth simmer forward to my body, my mind rested on the thought of…. No, I couldn't say her name. I couldn't. I couldn't. Knowing of the act I was doing...knowing of the act I was doing...knowing of the act I was doing.

Oum, in heaven, forgive me.

As she was spending the day shopping and making arrangements for our having dinner tonight with each other, I was spending that time bathing in the sin with her mother.

She giggled. "I believe you enjoy our games."

I flinch as she cradled the crown of my dick.

"It's not so bad, Jauney. Isn't it?"

I remain silent.

"Isn't it?"

Forgive me, Weiss.

"No. No, it's not."

To be continued...