9 Chapter 9

Magic Maidens. Fairy Tales. Ozpin and Cinder. Pyrrha explained it all to you, or at least as much as she had gathered, and with the context of Salem, things began to take a roughly formed picture.

"So the best idea then, is that when Cinder killed me, and I tried absorbing her aura, I ended up taking a little bit of that maiden magic she stole which was connected to that Grimm bug thing." you mused.

You were laying down now, massive head hung over your front front paws which were crossed over, staring across at Pyrrha.

Honestly, you were a bit at odds. You were pissed that Cinder killed the girl you lost your virginity to on top of killing you. Sad that she had died, since you were semi friends, but at the same time, happy that you weren't alone anymore. The monotony of killing Grimm and hiding, killing Grimm and hiding every damn day all alone was getting to you.

"That seems likely," Pyrrha nodded lightly, "And odds are, due to the fact that I received at least a sliver of Amber's power before Cinder intervened, the bit you had managed to take from Cinder created a bit of resonance I'd like to say and allowed you to absorb the remnants of my aura that it clung to and were left over when Cinder killed me."

Damn, that is some real fantasy shit right there. And it is your life now. You withheld a sigh and looked down at the redhead who looked diminutive in size compared to you now. Still, with your new eyes you pick pick you every subtle curve of her body, the glimmering light of her emerald eyes.

It reminded you, of feeling that body against you. Driving your length into her with all your might, fisting your hands into that lovely hair, her breathy moans and squeals in your ear, those lovely emerald green eyes rolling up into the back of her head as she orgasmed over and over in your bed.

Pyrrha's cheeks darkened, "Stop that." she admonished you, looking to the side a bit.

You blinked, before realising what you were doing and remembering she had full access to your thoughts and memories. "Ah..sorry." you replied, awkwardly.

Pyrrha sighed and shook her head, the redness fading from her cheeks, "I-it's fine," she stuttered a bit, turning back to look at you and meeting your eyes again. "..It's flattering, I guess in a way. That your thoughts keep returning to that night.

"Probably one of, if not the best night of my life," you shrugged your massive head lightly and spoke truthfully, no point hiding it, "And one of few memories I've had to comfort me during this whole mess."

Honestly, you'd spent a lot of your time over the last month revisiting that memory, and ofcourse imagining what else you could have done with her. You had a broken leg, and she was pretty drunk, so despite how amazing it was, you couldn't go as far as you had wanted and she ended up passed out after an hour or so of going at it.

"I feel like I should point out, that while I'm rather flexible, some of these positions are just flat out impossible even for me," Pyrrha spoke up when you idly thought of a few of the positions you wanted to try, her cheeks a bit red again, "Still, it's nice to hear you say it. I was starting to think I didn't measure up to the other girls in our class."

When she looked down at the ground almost sadly, you almost groaned as you remembered the pretty blatant interest she had shown in Arc. You honestly hadn't known what she saw in the guy. He was weak, incredibly so. Bumbled about constantly, was a bit of a coward and was scared to stand up to Cardin and blatantly chased after Wiess and annoyed her constantly no matter how many times she told him she wasn't interested. The guy was just pitiful to you.

On top of that, he was constantly sleeping in class outside of Goodwitch's despite his low ranking both in practical combat classes and theoretical. It was like he was never taking anything seriously and was just coasting by, scraping at the bottom of the barrel and staying afloat only thanks to the absurd amount of aura he was lucky to be born with.

Pyrrha scratched her cheek as she lifted her head back up to look at you again, "..Jaune isn't quite that bad, though I can see why he does annoy you." she said.

Damn fucking right. You trained yourself into the dirt day in, day out since you were a young boy. You meditated the shit out of yourself every damn night, missing hours of sleep every day trying to make up for the pitiful amount of aura you were born with.

You shook your head and rid yourself of the building anger before you starting bashing on the guy. As much as you weren't really fond of him, he was still Pyrrha's partner, and that wasn't really cool of you.

..Well at least this Grimm buisness had given you a lot of training in reigning in your temper.

"Thank you." Pyrrha inclined her head. Honestly, it was kind of weird for her to know everything you were thinking so easily without you having to say anything. But just one more bit of weirdness you had to roll with. And she was the one that had to deal with your pervy thoughts being transferred to her, like how much you'd love to be back in your human body and lift her up by those lovely full thighs and pin them above her head and just bounce her up and down on your cock till she was a moaning mess.

Pyrrha's face went almost luminescent with how much red it gained in reply to your thoughts.

"..Sorry."

Pyrrha smiled back at you gently, despite the flush on her face, "It's fine..I'm kind of used to it by now, and that's rather tame compared to some of the thoughts you've had about me in this month alone."

...Oi, oi. Was this girl some kind of angel or something?