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She Wants The Dust
By : RWBYRemnants
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Disclaimer: RWBY is not mine and I make no money from this fic
Chapter List
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THIS CHAPTER: Bumbleby: Light teasing, light domming, teacher-student roleplay, handjob, striptease, trampling fetish, masturbation display, premature ejaculation, cunnilingus, sixty-nine, ball-licking. [Also it's really long...]
A swirl of emotions was churning within Blake Belladonna's chest as she walked the hallways of Beacon Academy. Yang had not been in their room, the library, or the gym. Not in the cafeteria, either. There weren't very many places left to check now.
There were multiple reasons for her wanting to find her battle partner. Firstly, she just missed her company. Secondly, it had been a couple of days since their encounter in the broom closet. It seemed prudent that they at least bring up the topic of Weiss.
How did she feel about Weiss, anyway? That was the question of the hour. The petite heiress was certainly attractive, and she considered her a friend. However, that was where her feelings ended. Yang was the only woman for her so far as romance was concerned.
And yet... she had felt that heat against her leg. It had added to her own, spurred it onward. She was absolutely positive that it was purely part of the situation and nothing to do with her being attracted to Weiss. The question remained, however: should they keep doing things together, or should she limit her future liaisons to Yang and Yang only?
As her hand reached for the door to the campus auto shop, the Faunus knew one thing for sure: she didn't have any desire to be alone with Weiss. That was one question for which she already had an answer, even if it was the only one.
Meanwhile, Yang's thoughts were flooded with her current task. That was fitting a few new parts on Bumblebee, her pride and joy. Some replacements for the engine, and parts for the exhaust. All the more to have some extra speed and precision to the drive. She had somewhat hoped it would be a surprise for Blake, since she enjoyed the speed of the drives. Perhaps it would even flare up some of her feelings...
But one thing she didn't expect was for Blake to come in, not when she was wearing her mechanic clothing, being a pair of greasy overalls and a rather tight fitting tank top, equally greasy.
For whatever reason, Blake felt hesitant to speak up when she saw Yang working. Maybe this wasn't a good time. Maybe she should come back later. Maybe Yang didn't need to even be with an anti-social fool like herself, since she had Weiss already - but that was an old refrain she was beginning to ignore more effectively. Taking a deep breath, she waited until Yang wheeled out from under the motorbike on her trolley, wiping her forehead.
"H-hey, partner."
"Oh, hey kitty cat!" She grinned, wiping the sweat from her brow with one of her oily rags. It made a change to see her looking as filthy as this; even her hair had managed to get grubby in places.
Still, she got up right away, wiping her hands on the rag. "What's up?"
"Oh, nothing." That was a lie, and Blake kicked herself mentally for saying it instead of catching it beforehand. "Just wanted to talk to you, but you look kind of... busy."
"Not too busy for yooouuuuu!" She placed the rag on the seat of her bike, before leaning back against it. "C'mon, spill the beans!"
"Are you sure? I mean, you were pretty deep in your bike there." Now all Blake wanted to do was run, and wanted to give Yang every opportunity to let her. It took all her will just to keep from doing it anyway.
"That Bumblebee can wait. These two bumblebees, however..." She pointed back and forth to the Faunus and herself, smirking smugly. "We can't. Come over here, or do you want me to clean up first?"
"No, don't go to any trouble." For her part, Blake glanced around the room for a surface she could sit on without soiling her perfectly white shorts. Finally, she settled on a work stool that looked like it had been a recent addition. "So..."
"Sooo..." Yang looked to the floor a moment, biting her lip in the awkward silence.
"So about Weiss. I know we haven't really talked about her and I springing the, um, the threesome on you." Blake felt silly now for having dropped her voice for that single word, but she plunged ahead. "And I'm not really sure how I feel about it, anyway. Did... did you have any thoughts?"
She folded her arms, taking in a deep breath. "I won't deny, I enjoyed it. A lot, actually." But when seeing that didn't seem to be exactly what she wanted to hear, she continued, "I-It's not always like that, though. Having... threesomes all the time. That's not what I'm interested in."
"Okay," Blake breathed in relief. "Not that I never want to have one again! Just... yeah, I think I want you all to myself more often. If that's okay."
"Of course." That was exactly what Yang wanted also. As much as she loved a little fun with Weiss, she enjoyed the company of her battle partner more. And she certainly craved to have her on her own. She was certainly glad to have this moment to talk about it.
"I still wanted to take you back out to that club, have a ride on Bumblebee again."
A small smile came to Blake's face as she remembered the ride home from the club. How close their bodies had been. The scent of Yang's hair, equal parts citrus and motor oil. The very same oil she was now coated in.
"You're so cute when you're all messy," Blake sighed. Then she ducked her head, embarrassed. She hadn't meant that to sound so forward!
"Really? Didn't think you'd go for the grease monkey look! ...No offense to Sun meant by that," she teased, tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ear. It was obvious how messy that was as well, certainly not the shimmering gold like it usually was.
"Not monkeys, but... you just look really... I can't explain it," Blake finally admitted, licking her lips and turning her eyes away from Yang for a moment to try and clear her head. Why was she so swept away by her current look? It made little sense, given that she'd seen Yang after battle and in other situations where she was a bit dirtier than usual. This specific type of dirt, however... it awoke something in her that she didn't even know existed.
"Fair enough. I won't run out and buy a fake tail for you then." She continued to tease, moving over to the desk to pack some of her tools away. She could always finish her work on Bumblebee later.
For now, however, she needed to talk to Blake before anything did develop, if it did. And judging by the little gleam in the Faunus's eyes… it had better be now.
"Hey... about that in the cupboard... There's something I gotta mention. Something I assume Weiss hadn't told you."
That did draw Blake's attention, and she was almost grateful for the subject change. "Oh? What didn't Weiss tell me?"
"... Oh boy." How on earth could she begin explaining this? Would Blake be scared? Or worse? But it didn't matter now, so much... Did it? "Do you remember a few weeks back, Weiss got into that Dust accident? When Ruby made a mini explosion that sent her to the hospital wing?"
"Yeah, kind of." Blake had forgotten about it completely. Once it turned out that Weiss was just fine, she had put it out of her mind. Things like that happened all the time at Beacon, after all. "What about it?"
"Well... It did something to her..." This was when things were starting to get tricky. Not only did she have to explain how it changed her body, but it was also to explain how she got together with her in the first place. "It changed... her biological sex, I guess. Or part of it? Anyway, she didn't know what to do when it happened at all, or how it worked, and was so confused. That was actually how she and I ended up getting together, through me helping her... Loosen herself up."
"Wait, what are you saying to me? That Weiss was a man? When was this?" Already very confused, Blake stood and folded her arms over her chest. "I think I'd remember seeing Weiss turned into a guy, wouldn't I? She's been the same as ever – and I definitely felt a vagina against my leg in the closet. Just saying."
"No, she was still a she the whole time, of course. But that area? Not a vagina for a while." Seeing that Blake didn't understand still, she continued. "She has it changed back now, thanks to the nurse, but at the time... There was a lot of stuff she enjoyed doing with her having what guys normally have... So she asked how to remake the formula for it. And now she has mixtures for each. So if she wanted to... She could switch back and forth."
"Oh. So it only... oh." She felt an odd tingle in her lower area, but it wasn't exactly one of arousal; just an odd feeling. Weiss was really walking around campus with a male organ? For how long? That accident had been a couple of weeks ago, which left a lot of time between then and when they had their three-way.
"That... makes me feel a little uncomfortable," Blake said. "And maybe that's silly, I know, but thinking about her sleeping in the same room with us while she had a... a... it's probably only because I didn't know about it, and am finding out way after the fact. But that's weird."
"Hey, just 'cause she had a dick didn't make her any less Weiss." Of course Yang had had more experience with said organ then Blake ever had, and also had an interest in guys, which Blake did not. So she had experienced her share of that. "I know, at first, I kinda thought it was weird, too. But I thought, it's not my place to say anything. It's her body, her choice. Right?"
"That's true, of course!" Blake protested, feeling like she had really stepped in it this time. "I d-didn't mean she wasn't... hey, I only found out two seconds ago, give me a few more seconds to adjust to the idea! People don't normally just switch out their anatomy, you know?"
"Well... That brings me to another thing…" Truth be told, there was something else she had been hiding from Blake. Something that large overalls hid pretty darn well.
"She's prepared tons of them, as in, doses of the Dust formula to alter that part of the anatomy. Back and forth. And it's perfectly safe to do so. And she offered for... Well, if we ever wanted to, to use them. In case we wanted to spice things up."
At that, Blake forced a somewhat uncomfortable laugh. "If you're offering me some of it, the answer is 'no, thank you.' Interesting concept, but I'm pretty happy with what I have." The idea of the human phallus had never done a single thing for the Faunus. Yes, she had once considered herself to be heterosexual, but even then she had just assumed that whoever she ended up with would be someone she would love enough that she wouldn't mind touching it. Not that she had a particular disgust or hatred, just disinterest.
"Well, not you. Because you seem to be more interested in being the... Let's say, bottom?" But the instant that left her lips, Yang held her guard up, half expecting to be told off for being rude.
"Bottom? The bottom of what?" Then her eyes flew open. "OH! I... people really use terms like that in real life?"
"Bottom, sub, there are way more, but they're the more... Dignified terms. Anyway, we're getting off subject!" She once again moved some of her hair behind her ear, seeming to be nervous about the next suggestion. "I meant if... If I… took some. Would save us using a fake one, right?"
Blake felt herself flinch. It was her instinctive reaction, and she instantly regretted it; the next instant, she was pretending she never had. Obviously this was something Yang might be interested in, and she didn't want to come off as too dismissive.
"Well... I'd have to think about whether or not I'm interested in, you know... um... with it." Then she hurried to add, "But I mean, it's an idea. Wait, have you already used a fake one?"
"We have before. Let's just say, even if Weiss had the real deal, she didn't mind being entered herself." She the scratched the back of her head nervously. Seems she had thought too far ahead too soon. Considering now she was crossing her legs. "T-think about it... sure... okay..."
Blake was too busy with a new image to notice Yang's legs moving. Weiss preferred to be entered instead of having the "real deal"? That either meant they had compared the two, meaning Yang had owned a dick before, or...
"I don't wanna ask too many questions about what you guys have done," Blake said nervously, "but... when you say she wanted to be 'entered', what do you mean?"
"As in... While she was waiting for the cure for herself, we experimented around. I bought said fake phallus... and, well…"
The nervous laughter returned with a vengeance. "Oh, s-so... so you've done THAT! Well, okay! That's fine, it's- yeah!" Her face had to be bright red by now. Yang and Weiss were leagues ahead of her in terms of sexual exploration. How could she ever hope to catch up. "Ummm, so how did she like it?"
"Honestly? I think that's why she liked having that part so much. Because people with dicks feel more... there." Right away though, she could tell that their conversation was putting Blake off. They had done far more then she had, and possibly it was a lot of stuff Blake wanted to try. "H-hey, with Weiss though, it's just fun. That's all."
"Yeah, the two of you have a lot of fun. Apparently with whole other parts of the anatomy." That had come out sounding a lot more passive-aggressive than she had meant, so she quickly added, "I mean... okay, so tell me what it's like, touching one. When people say it gets 'hard', I mean... how hard? I'm curious."
"Well now, that's different for each person. One guy, felt like a banana. Without the peel. That did NOT feel good." Perhaps more description then that was needed, or at least to describe a good one. "The best? It felt like... Like a firm cucumber."
Blake's head tilted slightly to one side. "Really? Hmm... I guess that's not so bad. Was Weiss more of a cucumber than a banana?"
That brought heat to her cheeks, and was making her cross her legs firmer. "Definitely the cucumber side."
"I see," Blake giggled. Watching Yang be so flustered about this topic was setting her mind at ease. After all, she had a semblance that let her leave after-images, Weiss could create ice and fire from nothing with the power of Dust. This wasn't completely outside the realm of possibility. Still, she'd had enough of contemplating dark thoughts.
"How about," she cooed as she paced over to Yang's side, "you describe what you and she did the last time you were together? When she had a 'cucumber', I mean."
"What we last did?" she asked, trying to make sure what was between her legs wasn't becoming obvious. But the more she thought about it, the harder that task was becoming. "She bent me over a sink."
Two different sensations welled up in Blake; one of amusement, and one of arousal. She also felt just the tiniest hint of jealousy that it was Weiss instead of herself, but that feeling was beginning to fade the more she got used to the notion of Yang's polyamorous nature.
"Really? She... took you while you were bent over the sink, eh?"
"Yes... Aaaand she…" Swallowing, she clenched her eyes shut. Might as well admit the whole truth. "She had a finger in my... in my rear."
"Really?" Blake breathed in mild surprise. Perhaps it would have been more startling if she hadn't just learned that the prim and proper Schnee had received an entire phallus in that area. Compared to that, someone as gung-ho as Yang opening for a single digit was only slightly unusual. And very intriguing. "Was it... I mean, um, did you like it?"
"I-I did," she confessed. "It felt... different." All this thinking about previous ventures was certainly doing something to her, as she went to adjust her position she lowered her hands, seeming to try and hold something in place.
Blake only took the fidgeting to mean that Yang was aroused in the usual manner. As she slowly lowered herself to crouch over Yang, she smiled and reached up to tuck one of her currently-unruly blond locks behind an ear. "Maybe... I could help you with that. Someday." She honestly didn't know how she felt about doing that, but it didn't sound all that unpleasant.
"Maaaaybe you will…" This was bad. Blake had her pinned, knew she was aroused, and wasn't going to let her escape. What on earth was going through her mind when she thought Blake would like this surprise?! She should have asked first!
If the Faunus woman were to lean any closer...
Unfortunately for Yang, that is precisely what Blake did an instant later as she grazed her lips against hers, humming into the chaste kiss. Chaste, yet long. The raven-haired girl made no movement to withdraw as her leg dropped between Yang's, knee just inches from her center and growing ever closer.
Allowing her eyes to fall shut, Yang was powerless to stop what was coming. Powerless to stop the arousal that was building in her underwear, and powerless to stop the leg of the Faunus. It didn't brush into soft wet lips. Instead, it brushed into Yang's ever hardening banana of her own.
The kiss wore on, but slowly Blake movements came to a stop as she noticed the feeling against her knee. That was... unexpected. Her leg pushed against it experimentally, and felt its gentle give. Then she rolled her eyes, pulled back and smiled down at Yang.
"Is somebody wearing a special surprise just for me?" Blake asked in the cutesy voice of a children's programming host.
"Um... Heh, wearing..." Now she was beginning to laugh nervously. The more Blake continued to grind her knee against said object, the harder it seemed to get. Not to mention, it did make her let out a quiet sigh... Yang had feeling there!
"You acted all surprised I came in here, too," Blake snorted between kisses against Yang's throat. The scent of sweat was so strong, and it only spurred her on. They were very steadily working toward another encounter. Maybe Blake had wanted this to happen from the instant she stepped into the garage. Clearly, Yang had.
That still didn't make sense, though. Drawing back to look into her partner's violet eyes, she asked, "Were you planning on finding me after you were done in here? I mean, you definitely planned ahead if you're already wearing it."
"B-Blake... You're m-making me..."
Feeling the breath against her neck was driving her insane, and as the leg didn't give up, the sex beneath began to throb. Already, there was a thin bead of sweat headed down her forehead, in addition to how sweaty she already was. It wouldn't take anything to figure it out now.
Something was definitely off, though Blake hadn't quite sorted what it was. Yang was very worked up over a few kisses. Was it merely the knowledge of what they were doing and where? Of what she was hiding?
Then what she was hiding throbbed again. Either Yang had moved her hips and she just didn't notice, or...
Blake stopped moving completely, their cheeks pressed together from where she had been moving inward to bite Yang's earlobe. Weiss had an accident that resulted in an anatomical change. She had been cured. Several doses of both formulas were made. Yang knew about this. Yang...
"Yes... I wanted to surprise you," she confessed, swallowing to compose herself again. "B-but not exactly… with a fake one."
Again, Blake pushed against the phallus. The very real phallus. She wanted to scream, cry, run away... but her innate curiosity was also burning brighter than it ever had. Maybe she was a little scared of actually approaching one after all, but she also simply had to know what it was like. What Yang was like when she had that attached to her body.
"I-it was a stupid idea, I'm sorry! I was just curious, forgot to take the anti-formula and... Well, here I am."
Now her cheeks were completely red raw. She felt awful. Not only was this humiliating for herself, but it was for Blake as well. Blake had been stimulating her without even knowing it.
"No, that's... that's fine," Blake said, still moving her leg against the length. It was rigid, but gave easily at the lightest pressure. She wasn't sure what she had been expecting, but the fact that it moved somehow brought her relief. "It's your body, you can do what you want. Were you... I mean, did you plan on using this on Weiss, or on... me?"
"Well... It was just for me at first. B-but then I thought... Maybe for you."
As she said those words, she realised how stupid it sounded. She lost her virginity yesterday! And now she was wanting to experiment?!
"That's very presumptuous of you." Blake tried to be mad. Part of her really wanted to stand up and walk away, to leave Yang to think about where her mind had gone. Of course, she cared for Yang too much to ever be that mean. Therefore, instead...
"Yeah, you shouldn't assume such things. That was naughty." Her hand drifted down to slide over the head through the coveralls. "You've been a very naughty boy."
"I know it was stupid, it was dumb, it was- wait what?" Suddenly she stared down at her girlfriend. She wasn't running, wasn't screaming, wasn't even, god forbid, slapping her for it. Blake was playing along...
"Y-you heard me," Blake said in a shaky voice as she trapped it between her leg and her hand. Her nervousness couldn't be so easily erased, but touching it seemed to be helping a little at a time. The fact that it was attached to somebody who so obviously cared about her was also a boon. "Little boy thought he could trick me into being bad right along with him, huh?"
There was a shaky sigh as she felt her new found hardness brushing against Blake's hand. Even through her thick overalls and shorts, it was so soft. Blake's touch always was. Beautifully delicate.
"Y-yeah... he has..." She played along, still blushing manically. "And he's still pretty grubby from all this hard work."
Being reminded about the grime Yang was coated with from Bumblebee only made Blake close her eyes to weather the surge of lust that came over her. She didn't really want to do anything with a penis, did she? With Yang's… maybe. With anyone else's, definitely not. However, she clearly wanted to play with Yang a while longer.
"How did my little boy get so dirty? Being bad again." Mentally, she ticked through a list of possibilities, and decided that "Mommy" might be a bit too awkward for the blonde. "Teacher will have to punish you."
"T-Teacher?" She repeated, but when the only response was a rather firm squeeze from the Belladonna, she sighed out yet again, shivering in pleasure. "Y-Yes, ma'am..."
"That's right, boy," Blake hummed, finally drawing her knee back... only to grasp Yang more firmly around her girth, stroking up and down the tiniest bit. "You thought you could poke me in the leg and have a laugh about it, didn't you? Well now you have to stay after class with me. How does that make you feel?"
"Hnn!" She tensed yet again, unable to help but let out yet another shiver of pleasure. When did Blake get so confident in these things? She was certainly wrong about her being the "bottom".
"That's not an answer," Blake teased, squeezing very slightly. Not enough to harm, just to hopefully prompt a response from the poor blonde.
Yet again, her sex began to throb in excitement. One thing was made sure, the Faunus wouldn't let her off easy for this. Did Yang even want to be gone easy on? She never had before... After all, she was the one who made the no touching rule.
"Makes me f-feel... Like I have misbehaved..."
Nodding to herself in some satisfaction, Blake reached up with her other hand and unfastened one of Yang's overall straps. "You did. Now, what does the boy think should be done to him since he misbehaved?"
"I-I.. don't think I have the authority to give my punishment, m-ma'am," she stammered, already feeling her overalls starting to drop down thanks to the tools in her pockets. She was only wearing her shorts underneath, not enough to hold her sex back.
"Really?" Blake breathed as she undid the other strap. The denim automatically dropped away past her tank top, revealing two examples of just how much she enjoyed her new sex being played with. "Ooh, looky there. I'm really getting to you."
Already, her sex was quite obvious beneath those shorts. Desperately being held back by the fabric, aching for release. And another sign was all the more obvious thanks to the thin bra and tank top. Was there a chill in the room?
Once sliding the overalls completely down to around Yang's ankles, Blake hesitated. They were about to engage in sexual things in a semi-public place again, and also when Yang was not entirely female. Were they both ready for that to happen? Keeping her hand only on Yang's thigh, she decided it needed to be addressed... but maybe she could do so without breaking their play.
"So has the bad little boy had enough of a lesson?" she asked, both eyebrows raised and head tilted. Hopefully, Yang would catch on.
Yang did take that moment to look around the room. This was a much more open location then the elevator, not to mention, it was echo-y. If someone were to come in, they would hear that this kind of activity was going on far beyond seeing them. In a way... That could play to their advantage. It was just where to hide.
Spying across the room again, she remembered the small curtain she had set up around her section. Of course, it would not block sound, but would buy them some time hiding wise. Keeping her gaze at it to drop the hint to close it. "I think I n-need some... Extra Studies."
Glancing over her shoulder, she did spot the curtain. "Private detention for one?" she purred as she rose and twitched it closed. "Very well. What shall we do to you first?"
Once it was shut, Yang placed both her hands on the seat of the bike, leaning right back against it as she awaited her punishment. Now that Blake seemed to be comfortable, she could regain some kind of control.
"Perhaps you want me to do private work, miss?"
"What kind of private work is that?" Blake asked as she began to unzip her shorts. It was true she was being seductive about it, but her motivation was to avoid getting them dirty. Besides, she had knickers on underneath.
"Maybe I can help you unwind..." Already, Yang had started to pull her shirt up and over her head, tossing it over on the desk. No fancy bras today, unfortunately.
"Maybe you can." The white shorts were now around her ankles, and she delicately stepped out of them and tossed them atop Yang's tank top before reaching up to undo her vest, which joined it a second later. "Maybe I want you to wind me up more."
That gave Yang an idea. A deliciously wonderful idea.
"Maybe I could... Perhaps you would like a seat on the bee?" she asked, stepping aside to pat the seat.
As Blake finished pulling her shirt over her head, she smirked. Now they were both down to their underwear, more or less. Her eyes flicked down to the delicious bulge, but she forced them back upward. Had she just thought of it as "delicious"?!
"Oh? And what would you have happen when I'm sitting on it?" Though she was already walking slowly toward it.
"I think I'd like to... Explore." As much as she wanted to make a pun of 'giving her a ride' she did not think that appropriate. Not at this stage, anyway. She would save that pun for later.
Once Blake was leaning back against the bike, the blonde began to run her hands down the Faunus's side, eventually landing on her hip to hold her in place.
"My teacher is... pretty damn gorgeous."
"Really?" Blake breathed, feeling nervous again. Every time so far. When would that wear off so she could just enjoy things? "You're not trying to butter me up to get out of your punishment, are you?"
"Absolutely not." She played along, leaning forward to press a few soft kisses on her cheek, slowly moving up to her ear. Hands were both finally resting on her teacher's hips, as she whispered in her ear. "Where should I start, miss?"
Sensing how close the throbbing arousal was made Blake very nervous indeed. Much moreso than before. Taking a shaky breath, she told her, "Wh-wherever you want." Then she recovered herself; that didn't suit the role. "That is, you have to bend down and polish my boots."
Of course Blake was wearing her black heels today. What else would such a gorgeous creature wear? And they were prefect for her to shine up. Backing away from her to take one of the cleaner rags from her desk, and some leather polish, she knelt to the woman's feet, awaiting further command before continuing. "As you wish."
"Thank you, boy." As Yang began to polish, Blake smiled slightly. This was a sort of cute, amusing punishment. Especially watching Yang's pretend-concentration in her features made her giggle, but she tried to stifle it quickly.
As she rubbed into each of the details, she inspected the texture of her boot carefully to be sure not to miss a spot. After all, it wasn't something she wanted to repeat right now, not when she could be doing something far more fun.
Perhaps she could work her way up.
"You know... I think these..." She dropped the rag, only to place her hands on the back of the faunus's calves. "Could do with some inspection too."
"Hey, you aren't done with my boots," Blake teased. But perhaps it was time to make the game a little more interesting, after all. "But you shouldn't polish them with the rag anymore. I want you to use... that." The tip of her boot tilted down to indicate the hardness tugging at the front of Yang's shorts.
Surely she meant the shorts though... Right?
"Oh... Of course. But miss, I'll have to wear the overalls back to my room if these get dirty."
"We can find other ways to punish the bad little boy if that bothers you." The Faunus issued it as a sort of challenge, though she would have been just fine with that. The only reason she considered it in the first place was because Yang's shorts were the same colour as the polish.
However, she did not mean the shorts. Not the shorts alone.
"V-very well ma'am." And then, she was just about to take them off...
"No no," Blake halted her. "I want you to polish my boots with what's in the shorts."
"WHAT?!" she couldn't help but shout out in surprise. But as soon as she heard the echo of her own voice around the room, she slapped her hand over her mouth, silencing her. Time to get back into the act. "B-but miss... Won't that hurt me?"
"Not through the shorts, it shouldn't." Blake shrugged casually. "But as I said, we can find other ways to make you pay if you can't handle that."
Yang wasn't one to back down from a challenge. Even one this strange.
"Fine."
Edging herself as close to the boot she could, she took her own ever hard length into her hand, making sure there was plenty of fabric around it, before she pressed it against the leather beneath.
Two instincts pulled at Blake now: one to laugh at the sheer absurdity of this moment, and one to be turned on. No matter how weird it was, Yang was actually rubbing her erection against her boots. Thrusting against them. Already, she was starting to feel guilty about getting polish all over her shorts, but she also knew it wasn't that big of a deal in the long run; a quick toss in the laundry and they'd be good as new.
"Does the bad little boy like his punishment?" she asked breathlessly.
In truth, the extra contact to her already solid erection was driving her crazy. She didn't know if to thrust against it, to just get it over and done with. One thing was sure, Blake was loving to watch her suffer. "Yes, miss."
Blake could tell this really was doing a number on Yang... and also that she seemed to enjoy the action. She had heard before that boys liked to put their dicks anywhere they would fit, but she had assumed that was just a joke of some kind. Was it true?
Gingerly, she brought the second boot over to Yang's hardness, pressing the sole gently against the top of it, trapping it between both shoes. "Go on," she breathed, watching intently, curious to see what might happen next.
"A-aah!" That was tight! Even if she wasn't applying much pressure, she could already feel a slight amount of pain from her sex being trapped in such an awkward position. But she had a challenge, that was for sure.
Taking a deep breath, she slowly pulled her hips back, drawing her sex out of the small gap. All the while, it was making contact between the sole and the other boot. "NFF!"
"Are you alright?!" Blake asked urgently, leaning forward a bit. Now she felt stupid. Of course shoes weren't meant to be used in that fashion!
When she finally squeezed her sex free of the boots, she sighed softly with relief. It was not at all what she had been expecting. Polishing shoes with a dick, then having it stepped on... And yet...
"H-hey.. That wasn't so bad."
A huge gust of air flew out of Blake. That was a relief. It was also extremely arousing, even though she still felt strange about Yang even having such a thing attached to herself. Still, this felt like a weird but acceptable compromise: her partner could feel pleasure, and she had a thick layer of leather between herself and the questionable bits.
"Really?" she asked as she touched one shoe tip against the head, just pressing in the tiniest bit. "You like me stepping on you?"
"O-oh..." The pressure sent tingles up the length of her sex, and all over her body. Why did she enjoy this? Being stepped on can't be something to get off on, surely? Yet for Yang, it felt brilliant. "Y-yes, miss!"
Still both bemused and confused, Blake decided there was no reason to hold back. So long as she was very careful, there was no reason they shouldn't. Again, she brought the top of her other boot up to rest against the underside of Yang's arousal, shifting the other one down to cover the top side more fully.
"Oh... Yes..." She couldn't help but already try to shift her hips back and forth. And with the pressure, came the ever pleasuring friction, surging through her with each thrust, over and over. If she sat there and thrusted enough, she was sure she'd be a be able to push herself over the edge. It was just too good!
"Yeah," Blake panted, cheeks blushing. Silly as she had felt about things in the beginning, now she was finding this to be extremely erotic to watch. It was almost exactly like when they had been in the elevator. A little at a time, Blake began to shift her boots in time with Yang's thrusts, adding pressure occasionally but mostly just helping with the thrusting. "Yeah, teacher likes this, too..."
"Aaaah..."
But now she began to slow her movements. She knew how men worked. If she finished now, they wouldn't be able to finish their activities. Activities which Blake would be pleasured as well. And she didn't want that?
To keep in character, Yang raised her hand, to ask a question.
"Yes, pupil?" Blake said airily, grinding her sole down slightly. She only wanted to do it this time due to Yang not moving so much; it wouldn't hurt her while stationary.
"Aah! M-Miss, t-this isn't how you wanted me, was it? For me to finish here?"
It was more said to drop the hint, the hint that if she kept going, Yang would in fact finish in her pants. The temptation rose very powerfully to finish Yang off exactly in that way. To embarrass her just a little, and make her enjoy it a lot. But she drew the top boot away.
"Take it out. Let me... let me see it."
Looking up toward Blake again, she mouthed the words "you sure?" Already, however, she was raising her hands to her belt, unbuckling it ready to be taken off. As much as she wanted Blake to see her, she didn't want to frighten her at all.
The Faunus nodded, barely perceptible. If she didn't like it, she could always ask Yang to put it back. And it was Yang's arousal, not some random guy – not even a guy at all. Her Yang. She could handle this.
So the blonde went all the way. Pulling down her shorts, she lowered then to her knees. And then her hands fell on the elastic of her panties. Swallowing once again, she lowered them further, releasing the average length sex she had there. Rock solid, standing to action once it was no longer restrained. Beneath, two contrastingly soft orbs, very much a change from the hardness.
"Ohhh," Blake breathed involuntarily. It wasn't what she had been expecting. Then again, she wasn't sure WHAT she had expected before she saw it. Not that it was "pretty", but she couldn't deny it stirred feeling within her. Smiling very slightly, she asked, "Does that mean you enjoyed your little punishment?"
"Y-yes..." She yet again confessed. It was pretty obvious how much she enjoyed the punishment considering how close she felt already, the glistening on the tip. It was taking all her concentration to stop herself from finishing earlier then what they both wanted.
"W-what now, miss?"
"Can you... stroke it a little? Just to let me see what that looks like." Blake felt awkward about her request. Maybe if Yang could touch it, she could, as well. That wasn't very logical, of course, but it made sense to her in the moment.
"You really do like to watch, miss," she tried to joke, referring to the moment in the cupboard with Weiss. But right away the request was filled, and she wrapped one of her hands around it. Very slowly, she moved her hand up and down. It had to be slow if she didn't want this to end prematurely. "H-how's that?"
A little at a time, Blake began to lean forward. This was truly fascinating, watching this done. The way the tiny sack of flesh bounced in time with the movements, Yang's grip that seemed to be firm yet loose somehow. Most unexpectedly, the heady scent of arousal, so slightly different from what she had caught before from Yang and Weiss.
"Good, good... you naughty boy."
"Y-yes, miss... I am..." Her cheeks were red raw. All this torture, she could barely hold herself back anymore! She found herself having to stop the stroking, just to gain her breath a while.
"Did I tell you to stop?" Blake asked playfully, just barely touching it with the tip of her boot before drawing it away again. She didn't want to get "him" too dirty.
The slight contact from another person was enough. And it triggered the response Yang was trying so hard to avoid. With a low-toned moan, her sex began to throb again, shooting it's seed up into the air. The majority ended up back on Yang's panties, but a few drops landed on her 'teacher's' boots. That was not what she wanted right now!
Flushed with embarrassment, she quickly covered her eyes, groaning lowly.
Blake had literally flinched backward in surprise. That was awfully sudden, and awfully quick! Then again, she had been teasing her for a few minutes even before she knew about the altered anatomy. The sight of the thick, milky substance on her boots was both offensive and slightly arousing. Only the part where she knew it belonged to Yang did the second bit.
"My, my, my," she tsked, hands falling to rest on her hips. "Now look what you've done. Gone and made a mess, haven't we?"
Deep breathing was all that could be heard from behind the hands, as Yang tried to compose herself once more. But upon opening her eyes and seeing the 'damage', she swallowed again. All over those freshly polished boots...
"I'll... Re-shine them miss."
"Shine them the same way you did before, then." The smirk just would not leave her face now. That was only going to be amusing, wasn't it? Blake had no idea of how sensitive that organ could be immediately after finishing.
"... Oh fuck." Yang knew. Yang knew exactly how sensitive she would be after such activity. But she didn't want to disappoint. So, she pulled up her panties again, then her shorts. This time, the movements were slowed right down, in an effort not to hurt herself.
As she slid her now much softer length over the material, she constantly watched Blake's other foot. If she stepped on her this time, it would hurt.
Noticing Yang's hesitance and the slow speed with which she moved, Blake leaned in a little and whispered to her partner, "Are you doing alright down there?"
"Kinda... sore," she admitted, pushing once again against her boot to get rid of the last of her fluid, but as soon as it was gone, she quickly drew herself back, instantly letting it go again to spare herself any pain.
"Yang?" Frowning, Blake dropped her persona entirely and crouched down on the floor in front of her partner. Her fingers reached up and rested against her cheek. "Seriously, I didn't mean to hurt you or anything."
"No, no you didn't," she insisted, holding out her hands to show she was alright. But as she looked back up into the Faunus's eyes, she couldn't help but half close her own. Shrugging that off, she cupped her face, keeping the character.
"Can I assist you now, miss?"
Smirking and blushing, Blake said, "Very well, little boy. How would you assist me?"
"Perhaps some... Linguistic practice?" she asked, licking her lips in response. Gradually, her hands began to guide themselves down her sides, before resting on her hips.
"If that's what you want, then that's what you'll do." Wiggling the hips under Yang's hands, she asked, "Would you like me to hop up on the Bee again?"
"If you could, miss." She stood back up again, allowing her partner to get herself ready before she could continue.
Heart pounding in her throat, Blake eased herself backward until she was sitting on the seat of the motorcycle. The most surprising aspect of this was how much more nervous she was about this than she had been about Yang suddenly owning different equipment. That had to be down to undergoing Huntress training; she had seen some strange things indeed in the past year at the academy.
Once she was seated, Yang approached again. Unlike their previous ventures, she had a part to play. And she would remain as the submissive party, keeping her touches gentle and her movements slow as she placed her hands back on Blake's hips. It was also the best thing to ease her nervousness. The last thing she wanted to so was scare her partner.
In anticipation of Yang's approach, her thighs parted slightly more, trying to find a comfortable position for what was to come. True, they were currently playing the roles of teacher and student, but she had no real desire to make Yang work harder for this part than usual. Mostly because it would be her first time enjoying this particular activity. Why complicate things?
And right away, Yang got to work. She began to kiss at Blake's legs, continuing her way upward as she travelled to her inevitable goal. No sense in going straight for the goal when there was time to spare!
"Ooh..." Blake knew she had to be a mess just on the other side of her undergarment. Watching Yang serve her in all those ways had been slightly stimulating, if a little strange given the unusual circumstances. Add into that the light teasing at her hips and thighs, and it was a wonder she wasn't panting with heat already. What would Yang think of her? She hoped nothing bad.
It certainly wasn't bad. In fact, as she breathed in deeply close to centre, she caught the very scent of Blake's juices. That alone was enough to bring her own to a triumphant return. But first things were first, and she continued to kiss inward toward her sex.
"Miss... You smell amazing."
Humming quietly, Blake allowed her eyes to drift closed at the light sensations. Yang was so good to her. How could she ever have questioned her intentions due to Weiss's involvement when she truly knew the character of her battle partner?
"Thank you, boy." Heeled boots raised up and rested against Yang's shoulders as she leaned back, the fingers of one hand curling around a handlebar. "Now... how do I taste?"
"I'm about to find out..."
In a change of plans, she took the fabric into her teeth, making sure to not bite the sensitive skin underneath as she moved it to one side. And once the soaked garment was out of the way, she dived right in.
Right away, her tongue pressed into the wet folds, moving gradually up and down the length of her sex. And then to her left lip... Then to her right... It would seem Yang Xiao Long had done her homework.
Two gasps came out of Blake in a row; one when she saw how Yang pulled aside her underwear, and again when a writhing tongue traced its way up her vulnerable flesh. This was as good as fingers – better in some ways! Her head slowly fell back as she began to pant heavily, chest heaving and pulse thundering in her ears.
All these noises were making Yang's arousal worse again. It didn't take too long for her to already feel it pushing back up against her underwear. Perhaps their games could keep going after all, rather than ending embarrassingly early. Still, she was determined to hear more. And she would achieve that by licking further upward, once again brushing against the small nub at the top of her sex.
"A-AAAHH!" Blake moaned out, shivering and shaking. Yang had scarcely begun, and already she was moving so much that she nearly pitched herself off the motorcycle! Trying not to smash her thighs together and trap the soft face between them, she instead concentrated on opening herself up as much as she could, giving Yang full access.
Hearing such moans echo around the room were making the blonde nervous, and yet even more turned on. Anyone could walk in any moment and hear Blake calling out in pure bliss. Perhaps that was exactly what she wanted. For someone to know it was happening.
But this time, Yang didn't want her to do it alone. She wanted to share her own finish with Blake's.
"Miss," she breathed against the soaking wet sex. "You taste so good… but wouldn't you want... a ride?"
"A... ride?" Her mind was too filled with arousal to catch on without being led slightly. Why would she want to stop now just to ride Yang's motorcycle?
"Yes. A-a ride... and not on Bumblebee." She looked up to her from between her legs, pressing a soft kiss at the tender sex. "I-if you'd want to, ma'am."
At that, Blake felt a quiver run through her body – one that very nearly loosed a stream of something into Yang's face that would probably have ruined the moment. Did she want a ride on THAT?! Her instinctive answer was "NO!", but she didn't want to decide so hastily. They were made to fit inside what she had, after all. On the other hand, she was quite enjoying the sensations of fingers and tongues.
What DID she want?
"Can... can I take a closer look first? While you do what you're doing."
From this position, that would be very awkward. As much as she agreed it would be a good idea, it would mean Blake getting down from the bike. Perhaps if she took her shorts off...
"Shall I undress, ma'am?"
"Yes, please." Her heart thumped in her throat. At least if she could get a good look at it, she might be better prepared for what they might do. "Strip for teacher."
At that, she backed off from Blake's sex, standing again as she held into her shorts, pushing then down slowly for Blake's viewing pleasure. And then, her underwear followed. This time, she made sure to pull it down ever so slowly, trying to impress her teacher. Also to assist with such things, she began to shake her hips side to side, helping her underwear fall low.
The shaking had another effect that held Blake's attention quite soundly: the erect evidence of Yang's mood bounced from side to side. For whatever reason, those movements were quite mesmerising. She still preferred Yang with her original equipment, it was true, but this bore some further investigation.
In a matter of seconds, Blake was already kneeling on the floor next to Yang's ankles. Playfully, she reached up and traced her finger over one knee. "Will the naughty boy lay down, or shall I?" In truth, she'd only vaguely heard of this position in her books, so she wasn't sure which of them was supposed to be where.
For Blake's benefit, she decided it best for her to be the one to lay down. That way, at least if she was uncomfortable, she could make a quick escape. And so she bent down, laying back against the floor. Of course, her sex was standing right to attention.
Despite what they had discussed, Blake crept forward, peering down at the object. It was most certainly pointing up at her, like a little flagpole. Secretions from earlier lightly coated the surface, and she couldn't avoid the pungent, earthy scent wafting over her now. From what she had heard, it wasn't that uncommon for people to put their mouths on them, but she wasn't sure that would be any fun for her.
So instead, she began to pet it gently with two fingers, trailing down from her head to the small, taut sack below. That also interested her. When she touched it, the skin began to pucker very slightly, and she tried not to grin in amusement.
"Aa-ha!" That began to make Yang both laugh and breathe out in pleasure. It was a rather tickley sensation to say the least. But to have her end of the bargain, she lay her head right back, only to then place her hand on Blake's hip. "Would you like a seat?"
Blushing to her roots, Blake whispered, "Teacher wants that very much." Then she turned until her hips were hovering above Yang's face, a knee on either side. Now the thickness was just in front of her face, upside-down and still ready as ever. This truly was the perfect position for her to take it past her lips, but the idea was still somewhat repulsive to her, even as she couldn't get it out of her mind.
Maybe if she just tried it. Maybe then she would know for sure. Gulping, the Faunus leaned in and pressed the very tip of her tongue against the ruddy bell end, tasting the thick, salty fluid.
"Whoa, B-Blake!" she couldn't help but call out, even as Blake's sex was so utterly close to her face. She couldn't let Blake beat her! Not at the game she was the best at.
And so, she leant up, pressing her tongue back into the soft skin again, taking deep breaths in through her nose to take in her scent. Once more, her tongue was making its gradual route up and down her labia. She had to one up her.
"A-ah, oooh!" Blake sighed when Yang pressed against her, taking long licks of her without even the tiniest bit of hesitance. As she bucked in response, she felt the entire sticky length slap against one side of her face. How degrading! Then again, it wasn't degrading if no one else were to see it and no more so than her stepping on "him" earlier was for Yang. How could she ever have wanted to take that into her mouth?
Then again... the smooth, tight little sack was closer to her now. Deciding to pay Yang back for her sudden diligence, she pounced on it with her mouth, licking all over the soft skin as a delicate hand held the phallus gently to one side.
"MMM!" She moaned out once more against the wet sex pressed on her face. Blake was good at this it seemed! With each of the Faunus's licks, it was possibly bringing her closer to yet another orgasm. How was two in such little time possible?! It certainly felt different compared to when Weiss was licking her female sex. And yet, the pleasure was all the same. Something she needed more of.
A shiver shot through Blake from the moaning against her quivering flesh as she drew one of the balls between her lips. Yang really enjoyed this as much as she enjoyed attention to the shaft? That was surprising. She'd never heard or read of that part being paid any attention during a romantic liaison. As she very gently rolled the oval-shaped bit around in her mouth, her fingers began to slide up and down the girth beside it.
"Oh... Oh!" Finding her sex throbbing once more, and the feeling building in her stomach, she forced herself to stop a moment, placing her hands on both of Blake's thighs again as she regained her breath.
"Miss... Miss, you're just so good! If this keeps going I might… f-fire another one off!"
That made Blake come to an instant halt, though the testis was still in her mouth. She really did want Yang to be happy, and going at her full-tilt would certainly accomplish that! Still... maybe it would be best if she waited until her climax was closer. Not that it wasn't already building fast.
"Are you... really? So soon?" A thought came to her. If she went slowly, gently, maybe Yang would be receptive. Her fingers flexed, pushing the well-groomed nails into the tender flesh. "What a baaaad boy you are."
There was another wince in pain, as the blonde couldn't help but draw her legs close together again, instinct kicking in. Was this Blake's way of trying to stop her coming before she could? Perhaps it would work. She didn't exactly know how her new sex worked.
"I am," she managed to say. "I am... for not bringing it up with you before becoming a bad boy, miss."
The salty skin against the Faunus's tongue was wonderful. For whatever reason, she was much more receptive to that than to tasting Yang's essence before. Perhaps it was because that was a fluid, and this was just skin, which she had already kissed before. Maybe from that point, she could work up to licking Yang's sex... whatever shape that would have when the time arrived.
"I can feel it throbbing," Blake breathed as she continued to smooth her tongue over the soft red skin below the erection. "In my hand, against my fingertips. Does it always throb like this?"
"I-it does... It's excited to SEE YOU!" That last part was a squeal, from when Blake's finger flicked beneath the head. Seemed there in particular was very sensitive, indeed! The whole thing was throbbing, desperate for more attention, desperate for something more.
"Ma'am... Can we have... a practical session?"
As she pulled back, Blake dropped her other hand to cup the soft sack and massage it earnestly. "A practical session... of what kind?"
How could she do this and still have it in her play? She wanted to take Blake. She craved to feel her lips – either set at that point – wrapped around her throbbing sex. But Blake was so oblivious and nervous about it, she had no idea how to begin.
"Something that involves reproduction..."
At that last word, Blake's thighs twitched together. She stopped trying to stimulate the phallus below her. This was an entirely different matter from all their play up until this point. Put it inside of herself? She couldn't! Was Yang trying to give her "a litter", as her father would have said? Neither of them were ready for that!
"R-reproduction? Do you... have something to put on this that might prevent that?" She punctuated her question by tapping the head with one fingertip.
"O-of course, ma'am. I came prepared; I might be a b-bad boy, but I'm not all bad." Spying back over to her shorts on the desk, the blonde remembered she had kept such things on her person. Mainly from force of habit, rather than having anything to do with her new part. Could it even do that? That was something she had forgot to ask the heiress...
Breaking character a moment, she said softly, "All seriousness, Blake, if you don't want to do that, totally cool with me... I did kinda spring this on you."
"No, w-we could probably... I, um..." Blake couldn't bring herself to turn Yang down for this purpose, but she also couldn't agree. Why did she have to be such a coward all the time?
Able to sense her partner was overthinking about what to do, she delicately brushed against her leg to get her attention again. "Hey. I'm not mad, no matter what you want to do, okay?"
"What if... I wanted to play with it a little more instead?" Blake finally forced out, burying her face against Yang's thigh. She felt ashamed. Worse than that – she felt weak. Pathetic. This was something people all over Remnant did every single day. What was she afraid would happen? That Yang would hurt her? Of course she wouldn't. Even though she was still aroused and enjoying herself, part of her wanted to run away and hide until she felt less embarrassed about her own shy ways.
"Hold up," Yang breathed. All Blake felt about herself, her partner could sense. Even before they got together, she could always seem to sense her emotions. How she felt about things. This was no different. And she certainly would not take advantage of that.
The position she was in, however, made it awful for her to have a heart to heart conversation, so she simply kept her hand on Blake's leg still, until she decided to move.
"Blake, I mean it. As hard as that thing looks, we can stop completely if you're not ready. Please, don't worry about what I want. Tell me what you want."
"I want..." She did want to finish, it was true. She was just afraid to go any further. But Yang was being so sweet to her, so she didn't waste any more time feeling sorry for herself. "I want you to k-keep going! Keep going with what you're doing, use your tongue! Make me call your name!"
Perhaps she wouldn't take Blake. Not today, at least. But the Faunus girl still wanted to continue. That could easily be arranged.
"As you wish, Miss Belladonna." Returning to character once more, she pressed her tongue deep into Blake's wet folds again, licking the length up and down once more to return the pleasure she was feeling previously, taking in the scent of her.
A carnal moan fell from Blake as the mouth pushed up and into her again, and she began to slide her hand up and down the thickness as she bucked her own hips downward onto her lover's face. What a strange motion her hand was making! But if the way Yang's hips wriggled back and forth was any indication, she was doing it at least somewhat well.
"B-bad boy!" she began to pant as she licked the sack again, even drawing some of the loose skin into her lips as her hand began to pump harder. "You're s-such a bad boy!"
Another moan fell forth from Yang's lips, right against the sex she was continuing to pay attention to. Licking around the labia also, one of Yang's hands headed inward, between her legs. As her tongue got to work, so did her fingers, trailing around her entrance to collect moisture from her.
Very soon, Blake's hips began to shift back and forth due to the intensity of all the stimulation. Now that they had let go of the notion of going any further, she was really, really thoroughly enjoying herself. Her flesh was positively singing! How was it Yang always knew exactly how to make her feel her absolute best?
Once satisfied that her fingers were wet enough, they pushed into her opening. Two of them, slowly pushing in and out to match the movements of her tongue, again and again, each time pushing in deeper and harder.
"A-AAAHHH!" Blake fairly sang, hips holding still for the new sensation. Getting used to it. "Yang! It's… s-so good, how are you doing this?!"
Said words were making her own sex throb with pleasure. Blake was echoing through the room! It was like she was everywhere at once, surrounding her. But she was here. And she was going to treat her like a queen.
No matter how hard she tried to keep her voice down, it was impossible. Yang just brought out the screamer in her. As her hips began to steadily pump up and down in time with the fingers penetrating her, she threw caution to the wind and began earnestly suckling on the loose skin around Yang's two spheres. Why that was such an entertaining activity for her, something that spurred on her own desire, was beyond her own understanding. She merely knew that it did, and in the moment that was all that mattered.
At this point, Yang no longer cared. Even if someone was to come in, it would be impossible for them to find them. Least not before they were done, anyway! Picking up her speed slightly, she pumped her fingers even faster, unable to help herself as she thrust her hips forward also. Blake felt too good!
As Blake's knees steadily drifted farther and farther apart, she knew the end was at hand. A few more stiff thrusts and she'd be clenching down all over the digits. With that in mind, her fist flew up and down around the thick, throbbing length in its center, only hoping for Yang to enjoy herself, that they would both finish at the same time.
"You naughty boy, getting me s-so close!" she half-growled, half-wailed. "So soon, too! You're... you're so goooood!"
"MFF! MMM!" She continued to moan, muffled against Blake's sex. She wasn't too far off either! Unable to help herself she was thrusting upward into Blake's hand, desperate for the extra friction she needed to finish quicker.
Her own tongue started to lick higher again, particularly aiming at the small nub above her entrance as her finger pushed in and out with even higher speed.
When Yang reached her clit, that was the end. Screaming against Yang's thigh, she opened her mouth and bit down on the muscled flesh to muffle her sound as she climaxed, squeezing her muscles around fingers again and again as she rode the moment out. Her strokes of Yang's sex became much more erratic, but there was nothing that could be done about that until the glorious moment passed.
"AH, AAH! AAAAAH!" Yelling out once more, Yang had also met her end at such close proximity. Her sex throbbed in Blake's hand, releasing yet more of the white fluid out and into her hand. This time, there was little to no force, only enough to dribble out and down the Faunus' fingers.
Once finally done, she dropped her head back, taking deep breaths to compose herself again. Two in such a short amount of time...
"Whoa..."
As she lay there, feeling her body slowly wind down from the highs, Blake gradually stopped pumping the cock once she felt it stop pulsing to release more seed. After a few deep breaths, she turned her head aside to look at it. Nothing special, really; just a soft pink phallus with wetness on top. The wetness made her a little nervous because it was the substance that could potentially create problems if it were released inside her sex...
"Jesus Blake... You're gonna pump me dry at this rate." Brushing the sweat off her brow, she couldn't help but begin to chuckle. The once submissive Blake, who she even openly called "the bottom" had completely worn her out, had dominated her entirely.
Shuffling around slightly, she could feel that her sex was still in Blake's hand. "W-what's up?"
"It's... not so scary," Blake said, more to herself than her winded partner. Then louder, she added, "I m-mean, uh... yours is actually cute in a weird way. I just never had a lot of love for this part of the anatomy, I guess."
"Cute?" She asked, unable to help herself again as she swayed her hips side to side to make it move. "C'mon. It's not an actual tail!"
Watch it sway both made Blake feel disgusted and also forced a laugh. Silly Yang. Then she reached down and snatched a small pinch of scrotal skin, tugging on it a little as the half-erect length continued to bob back and forth. "Wasn't much reaction from you when I was licking you here... does it not have feeling?"
"Slightly... " Truth be told, it was a rather soft feeling. Almost as if she was being fussed over down there. Like nothing she ever felt. Finally tapping her hips to encourage her to move off her face, she went on, "It's weird... The head seems to have more feeling than anything else. Though I kinda knew that anyway from guys I've been with before."
With a light blush, Blake delicately moved her legs away from Yang's face until she was crouching to one side. She had released the skin already, but she was still looking at the semi-flaccid cock. Her stomach churned very slightly at the sight, but not nearly as much as she expected, and a lot less than when she had first discovered its existence.
"Does... does it feel very different from when you have the other thing?"
"Yes and no... It feels equally as good, but a different kind of pleasure? If that makes sense?" This was just as new to Yang as it was to Blake, explaining it was especially difficult. Leaning back up again, she kept close watch as Blake stared. "I-if it helps... Maybe we can try with the fake one? If a real one scares you."
Shaking her head, Blake sat up straighter as she placed a hand on Yang's hip. "No, I'd rather we both enjoy the act just as much. If... you do have protection, I'll be fine. I just need to work up to it, I guess." Then she lowered her eyes. "Thanks for being so understanding. Just a big, shy loser, I guess."
"Nah. If you only like women, it's understandable this would kinda throw you for a loop, finding out like you did. I was just as shy before my first time," she went on, finally hopping upright again to go and fetch the pile of clothes on her desk. "But I guess it didn't help my first time was... Well, we were both drunk, let's put it that way."
"Hmm..." Drunk Yang had probably offered that up off-handed, but something about that seemed very appealing to Blake. Being drunk would remove some of her ingrained inhibitions. Maybe it wasn't preferable, or even advisable, but it would certainly help move matters along.
"Maybe... I could be for mine, too."
"W-really?" That idea didn't seem very appealing to Yang at all. The last thing she wanted to do was take advantage of her friend and partner. Perhaps a few drinks could calm the nerves but to be completely and utterly drunk, like she was, wasn't preferable at all.
"Maybe after the club... But not completely drunk. Tipsy, sure. Just, uh, drawing the line."
"Well... I know you don't want to make me do anything against my will," Blake told her earnestly as she watched Yang pull her tank top back on. "But if I told you I'm okay with whatever happens before I start drinking... I might need it, okay? But I promise I won't drink until I'm completely gone."
"Okay. But, if I decide to wait for you to sober up a little... don't be offended, okay?" Even if Blake was insisting upon it, she didn't want to overstep those boundaries. It was something she felt very strongly about, and probably the only thing in that department she wouldn't do.
Tossing the Faunus her clothes again, she hastily pulled up her underwear. "C'mon. I swear I heard that team JNPR are due in here any moment."
"Alright." Now, of course, Blake felt chagrined. The idea of using liquor as a way to bypass making her own decisions was cheating, after all. As she pulled her shorts up to cover her moistened underwear, she wished she was more brave. Fighting was easy; life was hard. "And... I'm sorry for suggesting you get me drunk. I wasn't trying to hurt you, or... anyway, I'm really sorry."
"No! No no nononono, come here!" Before she could get on her own shorts, she just quickly reached forward to wrap her arms around the Faunus, kissing her cheeks. "Don't apologise for anything. I can totally understand it! I just don't want to do anything when you're not completely yourself. Because I like you when you're completely yourself."
A gentle squeeze in the hug followed. "Because you is cute."
Again, Yang had done exactly the thing Blake needed. Said the right things, touched her in just the right way. Could she be any more perfect?
"Th-thank you," she breathed as her hands pressed into the blonde's back. "I like you for you, too. Always have."
"You make your girlfriend blush." Yang chuckled, taking the moment to quickly kiss her lips. Once she had calmed down however, she hurriedly went to pick her overalls back up, and buckle them back up. They wouldn't be hidden forever!
"And you make me... happy." But as Blake began to pull her shirt down over herself, she thought about things. Tomorrow night wasn't a school night. Maybe they could go to the club, have a few drinks again. Loosen up enough to allow Yang more freedoms than she had today. She wanted to make Yang as happy as she made her.
"Yang, um, do you want to go grab a shower? We're both kind of filthy."
Just to humour her lover, she lifted her arm, taking a sniff of her own armpit, before quickly drawing away with a disgusted face. "Pheeeew! You're telling me! Yeah, that's a good idea."
A snort of laughter blew out of Blake as she threw open the curtain around Bumblebee. "Oh come on, you don't stink. You're just... yeah, that's a lot of axle grease." Taking her arm, they began to strut toward the exit.
Little did they know, there was a presence lurking in one of the far corners. A sandy-haired presence with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Ooh, this is juicy," Nora giggled to herself.
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She Wants The Dust	By : RWBYRemnants Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 3206 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She Wants The Dust