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White Noise
By : RWBYRemnants
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Chapter List
- 16
- 17
- 18
THIS CHAPTER: anal discussion, handcuffs, roleplay, fellatio, anal fingering, dirty talk, facial, fingering.

=Chapter 17
A couple of shows later and the first ever official Weiss North American tour was over. The final show was in the papers the following day, with tremendous ratings from even the harshest of critics. She was officially now one of the bigger rising stars in the US. And that was even without the knowledge of her very special invite that awaited her when she got back.
The final days would not have been so great if not for their temporary accommodation and the company. Having to skulk around the bus knowing that employee had so easily slithered inside was too creepy for either of them, but even moreso Weiss. After their awkward moment of interrupting Yang's song, the girls all hit the city together, seeing the sights, going shopping and ending it with a meal at a nice restaurant. It was the perfect way for Weiss to forget all about the intruder, and about any other looming worries.
Another thing that helped was Weiss and Yang being left alone in the house the following day. Penny and Ruby had already arranged to be elsewhere with some of Penny's friends, while Ironwood and Ozpin were both at work. Taking full advantage of a quiet house and the spare room, Yang and Weiss certainly had no worries of a squeaky bed or loud voices exposing them. If anything, Yang found it difficult to believe they'd used her entire ‘emergency supply’ of protection in a few paltry days!
Still, all good things must come to an end. After a heartfelt goodbye the next day, exchanging numbers and Facebook profiles between all of the girls, Yang and Weiss were finally on their way back to Nashville. They'd had a few small pit stops for food, one for Yang to pick up more of an 'emergency supply', and one for Weiss's urge for Starbucks coffee; but they were nearing their halfway point at Roanoke. At which point, Yang was rather bored, laying sprawled out in the sofa with her phone in her hands, playing the same game she had been the past hour.
"Well… Seven more hours of this…"
"Sorry I'm such terrible company," Weiss joked. However, she was also nose-deep in a magazine, so she was no better. "What are you so engrossed with on your phone, anyway?"
"Oh, this shitty little game called 'Smashy Road', nothing really. Just gonna check my Facebook though." Continuing to click away between apps and various things, she did glance over to Weiss's magazine. Of course, it was filled with gossip of the latest celebs, what else for a diva like her? "Checking up on the competition I see?"
"Perhaps," Weiss said airily as she flipped through the pages. "Really, I just got tired of scrolling through my phone and updating Snapchat with yet another video of boring highways and boring trees. What's Smashy Thing about?"
"Oh, you're a little car and you just gotta stay away from the police as long as possible and collect the little dollars scattered around the world. Just a time-killer really."
Scrolling through her timeline, she couldn't help but smile to herself when she noticed a new addition on her feed. Weiss's personal account. They didn't add one another before in case of Weiss's family noticing, as part of a mutual decision, but in the end, Weiss had decided that she no longer cared – they didn’t have to list themselves as “In A Relationship” with each other, after all. Coworkers could be friends; it was allowed. It was progression toward her slowly standing up to her father perhaps, one that Yang was proud of her for.
Still, pretending not to be as giddy about that as she was, she looked to her sister's post instead. "Aww, Ruby says she had a great time and is really missing us. And hey, she tagged it as ‘Friends Only’ and didn’t mention you by name! She’s doing so good with this."
"I miss her, too," Weiss half-laughed. "We'll have to have her down to Nashville over the summer." Then she allowed her voice to become slightly more suggestive as she added, "If she's not too busy with Pennyyyyyyyy."
Yang rolled her eyes. "I already told you, Ruby and Penny don't do that stuff. Penny's asexual, and Ruby's cool with that. Just because you and I spent a whole day bangin' like bunnies doesn't mean they will be."
"What does that mean, anyway? Asexual – how can you be completely asexual? She was born with sex organs, wasn't she? And even if she is, it seems to me like she should at least help Ruby out if she doesn't want anything done for herself."
"That's like me saying you should at least get me off when you're not in the mood," she tried to explain, leaning back even further into the sofa to look toward her. She knew Weiss was new to anything that wasn’t completely ‘cishet’ so she didn’t get mad when she said something a little ignorant anymore. "She's just not attracted to anyone sexually, that's all. Doesn't mean she doesn't like cuddling and kissing, that kinda stuff."
Weiss nodded for a few seconds, thinking about that. Rifled the pages of her magazine. Then she cleared her throat and said, “Actually… I probably would still get you off if I wasn’t in the mood.”
"Well even if you would, Penny doesn't have to if she’s not down. That’s between them to decide if Penny’s okay with helping her out; she doesn’t ‘owe’ her anything."
The white-blondes head snapped up, blue eyes wide. "Oh, of course not! I would never say Ruby would make demands – and if you ever tried to force me to do something, then we both know I wouldn't hesitate to kick you somewhere that would stop you from going further!" Scoffing, she looked back down to her magazine as she went on. "However… I mean, it's something Penny should at least consider doing to make her girlfriend happy, isn’t it? Like, anytime you asked me, unless I was busy with work or completely exhausted, I'd do whatever you wanted – especially now that I know how good an orgasm feels. If I can do that for you? That's a privilege, not a chore."
Yang tilted her head a little. "Okay, I kinda get what you’re trying to say. Plus I’m flattered. Those two probably have considered all this, though. Way more than we are right now. At the end of the day, it doesn't matter as long as they're both happy. Besides, Ruby still doesn't know if she's the same as Penny or not in that respect since she’s still got her V-card."
"I suppose that's a good point, too. They'll have to see where they end up together." Then she looked up at Yang. "But I like having an arrangement where either of us could come to the other and say, 'Hey, if you're not busy I really need you to make me scream right now,' and the other person just… rolls up their sleeves and goes to work, no questions asked."
"It certainly kept us busy yesterday." Yang started to smirk, returning her cell phone to her pocket so she could give full attention to the conversation. "And ‘screaming’ was putting it lightly for you, I'm honestly surprised the neighbours didn't call the cops or something."
A small smile played across Weiss's lips, and she laid the magazine aside – as if she had finished with it independently of their conversation, rather than so she could focus her blue eyes on Yang. "I am a vocalist who just finished a sold-out tour. What did you expect? Quiet squeaking?"
"Definitely not buying more condoms on the way home! Seriously, I had at least six in there when we left Nashville and never expected to meet… well, anybody at all." But now that she had noticed Weiss was paying far more attention, she asked, "So… which of our… moments of madness did you enjoy most yesterday?"
"Well…" Now she was blushing at being forced to mentally review their escapades. "The second time, when you had one of my legs up over your shoulder… that was, um, new."
Even through a confident smirk, Yang was having a hard time keeping her blush back, staring upward toward the ceiling, trying to recall the memory. "Hmm… I think that's when you were loudest, anyway; should've guessed."
"Shut up!" she half-laughed, folding her arms across her chest. "Hey, what about you? All I had to do was smack you on the behind that one time and you started making what almost sounded like horse noises! I didn't know if I did a good thing or a bad thing!"
"Well I wasn't expecting that while I was ramming you, was I?! You caught me off guard!" Now it was impossible to hold back, the red blush becoming more obvious than ever on her face.
A blush Weiss noticed. She'd actually been trying to figure something out for quite some time, and every little piece helped her complete the puzzle. Still, there was only one way she was ever going to see the full picture.
"But you liked it," she remarked as if it was a fact that was understood between them. "I could tell; you didn't look even slightly unhappy about it, just surprised."
Now folding her own arms, she tried her best to continue acting confident in the midst of her girlfriend's teasing, even if it was useless. "I told you before. I like stuff with my butt, even just a little smack. Don’t kinkshame."
At first, she only nodded in response. Then she began to snort, which gave way to full-on laughter. After a few seconds, she looked up with watery eyes and shrieked, "So you're a… butt slut!"
Hunching her shoulders more and more, Yang looked back and forth between her and the ceiling. She could never keep eye contact for a long period of time without her face ending up looking like some kind of tomato.
"I… Well that’s… I…. Shut up!"
Still giggling, she finally crossed to sit on the couch with her girlfriend, bumping their shoulders together. "Okay, okay. I won't tease you about it. Or I will, but I'll stop for now." Then she leaned up and kissed Yang's cheek. "For the record, you do have a very nice butt."
"Thank you," she muttered rather quietly as her shoulders remained upright. "Coming from you, that means a lot – even if other people have let me know before, too."
"Who are these people? Do I get to glare at them menacingly?" Her arms wrapped around Yang's bicep. "They don't get to hit on my girlfriend!"
Finally relaxing her shoulders, she started to smile again, letting out a humoured hum as she looked upward to try and recall. "Well, you'll have to track down Scarlet, then a few people I met in clubs and bars…" Though then she started to cringe, even if it was in jest. "Wow okay, when I put it like that, I really do sound like a butt-slut, huh?"
"That's not that many people to… wait, are we talking about people who have complimented your butt, or… or, um…"
Weiss fell silent, because the question she was asking suddenly seemed extremely presumptuous of her. Holding her hands together and twiddling her thumbs, Yang fell silent for a moment. Of course, Weiss already knew how she felt about that. She'd admitted, while half asleep, that she really enjoyed having a presence back there. But while Weiss might remember that confession, Yang did not.
"I guess I'm talking about flings now. Sorry, you probably don't wanna hear about those."
"N-no, no pressure," Weiss told her with a nervous laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she freed one arm. The other remained loosely draped around her girlfriend's, though. "You don't have to get into your past; I mean, unless you want to."
"Well… that depends." Continuing to blush red raw, she stared upward away from Weiss. "I mean… unless you're iffy about that stuff, I guess I could go into a little more detail? But that's only if you ever wanted to… you know. But I can’t imagine you’d want to. Like, you don’t even have a dick! So what would be the-"
"Tell me." Now she was too curious to beat around the bush. Yang liked someone playing with her caboose a lot and just didn't want to come right out and say as much. "Like, how does it usually start?"
Even if the blonde was nervous about admitting such things, Weiss was no longer just some girl she hooked up with. This was her girlfriend. She was going to find out she liked that kind of treatment some time, why not now?
"Same as anything else, I guess. Some kissing, groping, get each other in the mood… but there's a lot more preparation. You can't just barge in, you know?"
"I honestly don't. How do you prepare for that? I mean, I've heard things, but that could be a bunch of bull." Her knowledge about sex would fit on the back of a shampoo bottle.
"You gotta… sorry, this might be gross." No more stepping cautiously around the subject looking for different words, might as well say it. "You gotta lube up, get it wet. Both me and whatever you're gonna put in there. Most of the time, that action alone, poking around with tonnes of lube on your finger is enough to get me rarin’ to go."
A tingle shot through Weiss's stomach, one that started making its way further down. She had at least googled anal sex, and read one or two things… before panicking and closing the browser. But there was only so much she could google, and it would never compare with a real life accounting from someone she trusted.
"So lube it up. Is there any limit to how big something can be in there? I mean…" She squirmed, and more than a little. "Going in the opposite direction… yeah, I'm sorry for bringing that up already."
"Depends on the person, some people can handle big, others can only handle a little. I… Uh…." Sensing Weiss was awaiting her answer as to what she could handle, she looked downward toward the floor to hide her shame. "I’ve taken some pretty decent sized ones… and the bigger, the better, most days."
Even Weiss felt herself blushing on behalf of Yang for admitting that. "Hey, that's okay! Nobody says you can't like big ones!" Then she leaned over and kissed her cheek again, hand on Yang's thigh to steady herself. "I'm not judging you for this, I promise. It's just… something I never thought about before, and I like learning more about you. But if you want me to shut up, by all means say something."
"I dunno, I guess… Not a lot of people admit they like stuff there, especially not people that… have what I have, you know? A lot of ‘that’s so gay’ locker room talk. Actual gay guys and girls like me are more open to it, but straight guys? Nah."
But as their conversation continued, said item was growing in her trousers. Talking about such things was getting her ready all too soon. But still, as she shuffled her position, she continued, "But god it feels good."
“I'm going to have to take your word for it," Weiss scoffed. "I don't really think I'm down with having that part of me explored; just literally never thought about using it for anything besides its usual purpose." But as she said this, she began to feel Yang shifting back and forth in her seat. It was a familiar antsiness, and she automatically began to caress her thigh. "But who knows? Never say never, and so on."
"You'd be surprised how many girls like that kinda stuff. Even cis girls. It's definitely an… experience…." Catching Weiss caressing her thigh, so close to her ever growing bulge, she looked down timidly, asking, "What are you doing?"
“Hm? Oh, sorry, I was just…” But when she followed Yang’s line of sight, she noticed the bulge, as well. Until that point, she hadn't thought Yang was truly "awake"; just in the preliminary stages. This was beginning to look about halfway to ready for…
"Apparently, I'm doing something right," Weiss teased lightly. However, she didn't reach for it just yet. Instead, she simply kept petting along her thigh, enjoying the calm moment and all the potential for excitement that was buzzing beneath the veneer of serenity.
"You always do," Yang couldn't help but whisper. It was always an odd tenseness when things began this way. Weiss would notice Yang was hard before she would bring it up, and either ignore it if she wasn't in the mood, or touch and tease it if she wanted to do something about it. That was how their relationship seemed to be, with her instigating it most days.
Still, her blonde bruiser girlfriend sighed in pleasure, simply parting her legs that little bit more as Weiss continued to pet her thighs. The minute she felt those thighs open, Weiss moved a hand in to cup Yang very lightly. "Lao seems to agree," she breathed, moving her hand in a slow, very light circle.
Looking to where Weiss's hand was moving, she sighed again in contentment, unable to help herself growling lowly. This was insane, how could someone like Weiss so easily awaken her, even after being awake for so long the day prior?
Seeing that Yang was responding, Weiss leaned up and kissed her jawline; it was easier to reach than her cheek, and she wanted to be gentler, more intimate. To show her girlfriend that she was a girlfriend, and not a mere object of fascination.
When she felt Yang was completely at the ready, or near enough, she whispered, "Hey, I have an idea… earlier, I noticed something that I thought could come in handy. Follow me to the bedroom?"
She'd lost all power of speech. All she could do was nod slowly, standing in unison with her girlfriend. She eagerly followed without question, not even bothering to look back at the driver door this time. Either she had become used to knowing no one would come in, or she was just beyond caring. But no matter; going right to the very back and being behind another door was enough to put her at ease.
"Okay," she began as she pushed the door shut, turning to face the taller girl again. "You see this handle mounted to the ceiling? It's… well, I'm short, but I can still reach. It's an 'oh Jesus' handle - as in, 'oh Jesus, we're driving down a bumpy road and I don't want to fall over.' Can you reach it to hang onto it pretty easily?"
"Well if you can, I can. Duh." Right away she reached to grasp it, a simple enough task. But when looking back down to her from that handle, she tilted her head. "Is that seriously all you wanted to show me? Thrills a plenty with the Weiss tour."
"Oh, hush. Can you hang onto it with both hands? It's pretty… long." Indeed, it was a bar about two feet long, bolted to the ceiling at either end. However, Weiss's eyes glanced down toward Yang's waist as she spoke the last word.
Confused, Yang did as she was asked, easily grasping the handle with both hands either side. There wasn't any need for tiptoes with her, she was more than tall enough. But seeming to get the wrong end of things, she smirked. "You know, if you wanted to watch me do pull ups, all you had to do was ask."
"Pull-ups… maybe I WILL!"
This shout was accompanied by more than a smirk from Weiss. She also jumped up to grab Yang's wrist - or so it first seemed. There was the sensation of something slightly cooler wrapping around the skin of one wrist. Then Weiss's hand grazed one of hers before another sensation of cold plastic encircled the other wrist to match. Before she could realise what happened, she looked up to where Weiss had held her hands, only to find she hadn't at all. She'd put something around them instead: handcuffs.
"What the-?!" Even though they were plastic, the mere idea had caught Yang by surprise, shown as she tried to pull her hands away, but to no avail; the chain was wrapped around the bar, keeping them restrained above her head. "Where did you even get those?!"
"Silence!" Weiss said walking back in front of Yang and folding her arms triumphantly. Her voice was different from usual; a bit more… theatrical. "You are now my prisoner, you brute! And…" Looking around for a moment, she seemed to improvise: "And you will tell me where the rebel base is, or else!"
Holding onto the bar instead for a bit of extra support she looked back down to her 'captor'. So they were roleplaying? Was that what she wanted? It could be fun, to keep it all fresh and mixed up. Playing along, Yang scowled at her.
"I'll never give in, you can't make me!"
Of course, it was hard to remain stony-faced when Weiss took a moment to giggle into her hands like an excited five-year-old. But then she cleared her throat and began to pace back and forth with her hands at her hips.
"Oh, can't I? We have ways of making you talk!" Striding right up to her, she didn't stop until they were nose to nose. "Lots of ways."
Having to look down to face her, she couldn't help but join in as well with the giggling. There was one factor that Yang had to point out that simply didn't make the intimidation work.
"You're so tiny."
At that comment, both of Weiss's eyebrows shot up in indignation. "That's so rude! You're not supposed t-" Stifling the rest of her outburst, she reached down and grasped Yang around her cock; it was still semi-hard, despite all the distractions. "Well, you aren't tiny!"
"Hggg!" Grasping at the bar a little tighter, she couldn't help but bring her legs together firmly. It acted into part of the role, but was also an instinctive reaction when suddenly felt up like that. Still, she did enjoy the stimulation, that was obvious by the blush. "W-what are you gonna do?"
"It's really very simple," she told Yang in a seductive voice. "Either you tell me what I want to know, or…" Her voice dropped nearly an octave as she leaned in, gripping Yang even harder. "I'll do whatever I want to you."
Growling both played into their game and expressed her feelings of the situation. She wanted Weiss to do as she pleased, but didn't want to show it. No, that would ruin their ‘game’. Holding back her smirk, she narrowed her eyes. "You're bluffing."
One pale index finger poked into the centre of Yang's chest. "Oh, AM I?!" Then she trailed her fingers back down to grip the hem of her tank top and jerked it upward, revealing Yang's flawless bosom. Even if it was covered with a bra, Yang still gasped when she was suddenly revealed to her, trying to bring her arms inward as if it would help somehow. It did not. All she could do was wait eagerly for the next move, even if she struggled against it.
"You fiend!"
With a mock-sinister smile in place, Weiss unhooked the bra, then began to push both garments up and behind Yang's head. There was no easy way to take them off while she was handcuffed, but she could at least force them out of the way.
"Oh, you'll wish you talked when I'm through," Weiss told her as she moved their faces close together again.
Now her breasts were exposed. But still, her legs never parted, she would have to work for that benefit. The occasional draft of cool air on her bare skin sent a shiver down her spine.
"You… won't… ever make me!" she continued to 'protest', bracing herself as she tensed her hands on the bar.
"We'll see about that." Then she paced around Yang, her steps slow, catlike. Once squeezed in behind her form, she reared back a hand and slapped Yang's hindquarters through the soft grey shorts that covered her remaining modesty.
"Oh!" she called out, tensing her cheeks together once the first slap hit. It wasn't something she experienced much before, but it felt good… very good even. Looking down toward the floor, she had to try and contain her chuckling, using it to play the character better. "See? Nothing. This is useless."
"Maybe I just… haven't hit hard enough!" Again, the hand came down – this time on the other cheek, and with a little more force than before. They still weren't strikes meant to actually harm.
Yet again, Yang called out, flinching slightly as her rear was assaulted. That did feel good. Excellent even. But continuing to clench her muscles she attempted to look toward her, still with that confident smirk. "You call that a hit? My grandma could hit worse!"
Though Yang could not see it, Weiss actually brought up her foot to kick her posterior, but she decided that was overkill. Besides, it would have been a little harder to accomplish in the tight confines of the mobile restroom. Instead, she merely grabbed the cheek and clenched her fingers against it – hard.
Now that was enough to shift the smirk from her face. Having to wince, she bent her knees slightly to try and force her body away from the grasping hand, to no avail at all. Weiss really did have her with no means of escape here. Satisfied with that response, she began to pace back around to Yang's front, arms now crossed casually in front of her chest and wearing a smug smile.
"So… are you sure you don't want to tell me where the base is? I can get a lot more creative with my methods."
Glaring back toward her, she finally released the bar above, starting to pull very slightly on the cuffs to play into the act. She felt they were only plastic, and could easily be taken care of if she needed to be free. But for now, it was all in good fun.
"You're gonna have to then, ‘cause my mouth is staying shut, Evil Overlord Schnee." Why not?
"Oh really?!" Weiss reached down and, perhaps out of other ideas, actually flicked Yang's erection rather hard with her middle finger. "How about now?!"
Yang yelped out in surprise, quickly trying to cross her legs over again. It didn't hurt at all, not like she expected it would have, but it was certainly a shock to be flicked right on her length rather firmly!
Of course, Weiss was totally confused that Yang didn't seem bothered by the action, didn't act as if it bothered her. In fact… she seemed to not mind.
"We can do that again!" she snapped. Still no response. Therefore, she flicked it again from the opposite direction – she had to test how this made Yang feel.
This time, Yang had bit her lip to suppress the extra yelp that came from her mouth. Why did such a thing feel oddly pleasant? A sudden tingling out of nowhere. Surely she was still feeling things down there correctly, wasn't she? But she continued to play up, struggling against the cuffs that bit more as Weiss continued their 'torture'.
"Alright, this can't be right," Weiss finally muttered to herself as she grasped the girth. "You're hard as a rock and acting like that didn't hurt at all, or even sting or anything!" Then her voice lowered and she added in a conspiratorial tone, "Not that I really wanted to hurt you that much; I figured a flick would be okay. But seriously, no pain at all?"
Gritting her teeth together again as Weiss grasped the girth, she tried to resist the urge to speak. It just didn't suit the role. But when asked about the pain, she finally started to smirk again. "I guess you underestimated me."
"Well, if you're sure…" Clearing her throat to signal she was stepping back into her role, she drew back and said, "Very well! Since that doesn't work on you… we'll just have to try something else!"
Without further delay, she grasped the waistband of the shorts and jerked them down to around Yang's knees, dragging the underwear with them.
Now that did make Yang yelp out again, completely against her wishes. Now she was completely exposed! Thanks to the length already being hard from before, it bobbed slightly now that it was free from her trousers, practically asking for it to be touched. And there wasn't a thing its owner could do to stop it.
Standing back to observe her handiwork for a moment, Weiss couldn't help herself; she licked her lips at the sight of the erect cock. Completely involuntary. Why did she have to like it so much? Then dragging her eyes up, she smirked again as one of her fingertips pushed down onto the head.
"You're sure you won't talk?"
This time, their eyes met. Even though the violet ones of the prisoner were glaring, they were also filled with desire and lust. Oh she wanted this, she really wanted this more than she could begin to describe. But how could she put that across to Weiss without destroying her role? Then again, Weiss wanted it just as much. She always did. Confident enough she'd continue, she narrowed her eyes.
"You wouldn't…"
The fingertip pressed down harder and harder, until it finally slipped off, allowing the rigid length to bob up and down. Her eyes did flick down toward it briefly to watch it move, but then pulled right back up to look into Yang's again.
Which were only narrowing even more, mainly in response to holding back her own blush, her own feelings. How much she wished she could just whisper 'take me' to her, be brisked away by her diva's actions. But she would be good for her, for now. And so just held onto the bar above once more.
Unable to resist any longer, Weiss began to slide her hands down Yang's sides as she knelt before her, bringing her favourite toy directly in front of her face. The strong, rich scent began to fill her up as she breathed heavily, and it took all her willpower not to turn into a whimpering slave at Yang's feet again. God, she loved pleasing Yang that way! But Weiss did have willpower; she was strong and she knew how to use that strength when necessary.
Instead, she simply opened her mouth quite wide, took the head between her lips with barely a hair's breadth to spare between… and then allowed her teeth to fall to the skin of the shaft, only sinking in the barest amount.
"G-gah!!!"
Hard teeth were certainly not on the list of what she expected! What on earth had their session become?! If Weiss were to bite, hard, it would hurt a hell of a lot, possibly even cause damage to her. She knew that, right? Though even holding her cock in such a position felt awfully uncomfortable, not that she could do anything about it. Any movement may make it worse!
But of course, Weiss did move; she never truly bit down, didn't make things worse, but began to rake her teeth up and down the skin of the shaft, listening to Yang's cries of mingling pleasure and discomfort. She wanted to please AND tease, and doing this seemed to be the perfect marriage of both.
Meanwhile… she was in heaven. Even though it had only been a day since she played with Lao Schlong, having it in her mouth again was always a pleasure. The "why" of that was still a mystery… which only seemed to add to her desire to repeat the experience, over and over. The warmth and the saltiness were oddly pleasing, but obviously it was the knowledge of what she was doing that made her enjoy it the most. Knowing it satisfied her girlfriend.
Occasionally Yang began to squirm back and forth against her lover's movements. Why teeth felt so oddly satisfying and yet completely discomforting was a mystery to Yang, and not one she was about to question any time soon. Instead she 'struggled' against the bar while Weiss was distracted.
Until she felt the cuffs go slack. Distracted from staring at her lover's moves, she quickly looked up at what'd happened. The chain between them both had snapped, freeing her arms completely. She could easily grasp Weiss's hair and pull her away now, push her up against the wall to completely flip the situation. But… grasping the bar again, she decided against such moves. Weiss wanted to play, and she was curious to see what she would do next.
By then, Weiss had abandoned using her teeth and was simply enveloping Yang's member, taking it deeper and deeper. At some point, she glanced up and saw Yang enjoying it, and she realized she was supposed to be "torturing" her more than this. Therefore…
"Well," she gusted as she removed her mouth and stood, wiping the saliva that had collected on her lips with the back of her hand. "Guess I'll have to… try something else."
"Something else?" Still grasping the bar, Yang faked a gulp of fear. But even if she had to act as though she was afraid, she let out a nervous laugh. "So far all you've done is give me a half-assed blow job!"
Eyes flying wide, she shouted, "Half-assed?!" Then her hand reached out and she literally slapped the length in front of her.
"NNN!" Groaning out at the new sensation yet again, Yang bit her lips. She found herself putting more of her body weight onto her hands, bending her knees slightly to bring her feet off the ground in a feeble attempt to try and shield her sex. The idea that she somewhat enjoyed being slapped there brought shame, obvious when she stared toward the floor.
The groan sounded so sexually-charged that Weiss was just gaping at Yang. She liked THAT?! It seemed completely crazy, but apparently so. Part of her wanted to kiss her shaft and apologise for the rough treatment, but that apology would make no sense if Yang was enjoying herself. Therefore…
"That's right!" Weiss said in a slightly shakier tone. "You… had better talk, or you'll get more of the same, you… traitor!" What she was a "traitor" of was a mystery to them both, but it seemed to fit her makeshift narrative.
Bringing her legs in again, she continued to groan outward. There was nothing she could do but weather this treatment, this strange roleplay of hers. If anything, she was shocked Weiss hadn't noticed that the cuffs were broken yet.
"Never…" she said quietly. "You can do this all day, you'll never get anything from me!"
Slapping the cock a second time, she told her, "I don't believe that! You'll tell me what I want to know, you can't put up with this forever!"
Groaning yet again, her arms began to quiver slightly as she let her feet rest back on the ground again. Seemed she couldn't keep herself completely suspended forever, as interesting as it was. "Watch me!" she hissed.
How could Yang remain so hard in the face of this abuse? Granted, Weiss was only hitting the one part, and it was a part that seemed not to dislike such treatment. Still…
By now, it was getting harder and harder for her to resist succumbing to her own intense urges. Yang looked so delicious hanging there, exposed… she would look good anywhere, of course. Every time she stopped to think about how much she enjoyed the sight of her there, she was struck by how perfect the bodyguard was. Perfect for her.
"Fine," she breathed, hand flashing out to fondle the soft sack hanging beneath Yang. This, she was pretty sure she could NOT mistreat without doing real harm, so she didn't even try more than a gentle squeeze. "You're trying my patience, but fine. We'll think of something."
"D-Damn you…" Yang could feel her more sensitive organs getting a light squeeze. Even though she trusted Weiss with her life, she couldn't help but still try and cross her legs. All this waiting… That was the real torture in this play. And the longer she waited exposed, the worse her erection felt. She just wanted it sated.
But instead of further servicing her "prisoner", Weiss let go and began to walk around behind her. There was a rustling of fabric from the diva. As this happened, she said, "How pathetic you are… hanging there, at my mercy. I can do whatever I want to you, and yet you still stubbornly refuse to talk." Then there was a thump, and the voice behind Yang asked from a much lower position, "Last chance before I start really torturing you! Talk!"
"No!" It was instinct, even without thinking properly about what was going to happen. Yet again she pulled up slightly on the bar, bracing herself as much as possible. "I'll never talk! Never!"
"Don't say I didn't warn you…"
Next instant, there was a very light, very fluttery scratching along the blade of Yang's right foot. Fingernails that barely touched her and didn't stay in one place for more than a fraction of a second.
It definitely was a different form of torture. This time, Yang was erupting in a fit of giggles and laughter, desperately trying to bring her knees upward to get her feet away from the tickling sensations. Toes curling tightly, she squirmed back and forth, trying to suppress any giggling, but it was useless.
"HAH! N-no!!!" she yelled in the middle of her giggling.
However, this tactic backfired drastically; it only raised her foot off the floor, so Weiss could easily graze her nails over the sole. There was clearly a smile in her voice when she asked, "What? What's the matter?"
"Not that! Hahaha! Not the tickling!" Again and again she tried to flail, trying her best to escape from the attack. But while she had to keep holding the bar it was completely useless.
Watching Yang flail from this was making her laugh herself – which, of course, was breaking character. No matter; it was still very enjoyable. After a few more seconds, she pulled back to give her a break.
"Had enough, Xiao Long?"
"I can… HAH! I can do this… All day! Hahaha, Jesus!" Even if she was laughing all the way through, she couldn't contain her laughter at all. Weiss was just making it worse and worse. Her squirming turned into a frantic flailing, anything to try and stop the torment.
And Weiss switched to the other foot, holding her ankle steady with the other hand to prevent being kicked in the face, watching Yang's legs flail any other ways they could. Toes flexing, her buttcheeks clenching over and over involuntarily. That, of course, gave her another idea.
"Fine," she sighed a minute or two later. "This… seems to be wearing you down, but not breaking you. I think this calls for more drastic measures."
Once she was released, she panted heavily, letting out one sigh of relief in the midst of it. Even if she was laughing, tickling wasn't particularly something Yang enjoyed at all, not that she could tell Weiss that now. Finally putting her feet back on the ground, she tried to look back. "W-What… What's next?"
At that moment, there was a loud, weirdly wet SLAP! Yet Yang felt nothing. It was something Weiss was doing all on her own. "I have plans." Then a quiet noise of something snapping; maybe something plastic. "Just don't forget that you brought this on yourself, prisoner."
"Brought what on?" she asked. What on earth was Weiss doing back there? But each time she tried to look back, Weiss moved from her vision. This was so infuriating!
"This."
And in that instant, something extremely cold and wet began to press in between Yang's round hind cheeks. Aiming for somewhere specific.
Suddenly her eyes flew wide open again. There was no mistaking what that could be, or where it was going. Weiss's finger was headed right for her only entrance. One she had just confessed to enjoying being entered not an hour ago! And where did she get the substance that surrounded that finger?!
"This will… open you up, I think?" Weiss announced, twisting the finger back and forth as she pressed right into the tightly-closed skin. It was giving slightly, but not readily, and she had to wonder if she really could actually get in there without Yang opening it purposefully; after all, she'd never had any reason to try doing this on herself, and certainly hadn't done it to anyone else before!
"NNNN!!! Hah! God!"
The more she teased and taunted, the more Yang could feel her body beginning to give way. Even if she protested! Of course, if she truly wanted this to stop, she could easily end it all by grabbing Weiss's hand and pulling it away, or just saying ‘Half-caff Latte’, but she didn't. She wanted Weiss to discover this weakness… this desire which she had kept buried for fear of judgement. But Weiss didn’t seem to mind at all.
"That's right!" Weiss was cackling and she pressed inward. "Now, tell me! Tell me everythi…" Her words faded out when she felt her fingertip slide past the outer rim of Yang's ass. She was actually going in.
"Ah! Haaah!" Cheeks red raw, the muscles gave way easily. It had been a long time, so very long since she had that attention. Perhaps not as long as the length between when Weiss gave her her first blow job than when Blake did, but even then, it coaxed a needy moan from her as the finger sank deeper into scandalous warmth. She wasn't lying when she said she enjoyed this… in fact, she may have undersold just how much she did.
The moans coming from Yang were so much louder and higher-pitched than she'd ever heard coming out of her that Weiss was staring in fascination at what she was doing, trying to figure out why it made her react so strongly. This was such a dirty place, and one that she never really thought about until Yang came along! Why was it driving her crazy?
Why was it driving both of them crazy? The sight before her was so arousing that she almost didn't need to do anything else; she just wanted to keep pushing this finger in and out, listening to how Yang felt about this. Incredible, and unexpected but so welcome.
"D-deeper…" Yang seemed to have scrapped the role entirely. Now she was begging for more, begging to be taken by her diva instead. The stimulation of the tight ring of muscles was enough, but she knew that if Weiss pushed in further, she'd reach an extra sensitive spot inside her. That was her favourite part of this type of play, and probably why she enjoyed larger implements.
A part of her wished Weiss had a dick of her own, or at least a toy to use. Fingers did well, but Weiss’s cute little hands just weren't big enough to get there easily. But she could definitely make do.
"Oh my God…" The breath accompanied Weiss's second knuckle moving past the opening. Her other hand raised up to pry one cheek aside, so she could better view this – and she cleared her throat when she saw what she saw. "Have you ever watched this happening? It's… so fascinating…"
Yang was beyond speaking. Only focusing on the actions that were taking place. Each time she pushed that finger deep within, Yang yet out another moan, just as needy, just as desperate. At least she was doing as she wished, going deeper into her body.
But the attention to just her butt was having another side effect. The rock hard cock was beginning to lose its steam, thanks to having nothing to focus on or to stimulate it directly. A small sacrifice, but Yang didn't really care anymore. She just wanted that special spot touched.
Meanwhile, Weiss was buried completely inside Yang's behind. This couldn't be happening, and yet it was; she was fingering another person's asshole. That this person was her girlfriend helped make her feel less insane for doing so, but only by the narrowest of margins. Oh, how warm it was inside, how soft…
Eventually, she drew it back out a little bit and pushed back in, just to see what sort of reaction she would get. Of course the idea with a man taking her there would have been to thrust in and out, just as Yang did during their first time, but would the same thing work with a finger in that area?
"Huuuuhhhhnnnn…" It was a contented, but relaxed humming. Not only was Weiss getting in deep, but it was stimulating for the very ring of muscle as well, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. And they continued as she thrust again, and again. Until one particularly deep thrust brushed against something else, that made her gasp loudly.
"What?" Weiss gasped out, holding still for a moment. "Did that hurt, did I hurt you?!"
"T-there!" She could barely hold herself together. That was the spot! The one where she craved to be touched: a small gland buried right in that forbidden orifice which Weiss had managed to brush her finger against. Against what an average person would think was rational, she tried to push her rear end back against Weiss's hand, begging again, "Right there, please! I need it…"
Face flushing a deep scarlet at the sudden increase of Yang's enthusiasm, Weiss pushed her finger in as much as she could – and indeed, she felt something spongy pushing back against her finger. The surface gave easily when she prodded it, but the harder she pushed, the firmer it became – even though it was still fleshy.
"This?" she inquired softy. "You… need that?"
"Hnnnnn!!" All Yang could do was hold on for dear life while her girlfriend prodded and taunted, breath becoming quicker by the minute, even if at the front her cock seemed to be softening. This was her ultimate weakness, what she wanted Weiss to attack the most. "Yes, yes definitely! I need that! I need it so much!"
"Tell me," Weiss asked – asked, not demanded, her voice soft and hallowed as she began to stroke it hesitantly, still not sure how hard was too hard. "What's it feel like?"
That was a difficult question for her pleasure-filled mind. One she didn't quite know how to answer properly. Just now did it feel?
"Warm…" Was the first word that came to mind, for reasons completely unclear. But as Weiss stroked a little more, she moaned out again, giving more info. "L-like.. I don't know if it's e-exactly the same… But, when I'm f-fingering you? And I g-go for the G-spot?"
"O-OH," Weiss gasped quietly, understanding even more. "This feels like that? In your-" But she stopped herself from finishing the question; there was no reason for Yang to lie or make things up. Even if it was inconceivable to her that Yang would have such a spot inside this taboo part of herself, who was she to argue?
So her finger traced a little circle across its oddly-ridged surface, teasing the pulpy mass. "Am… I doing this right?"
"Y-yes! Yes it's perfect… B-but…" Trying to contain her moans, resist completely giving into the pleasure. It was becoming increasingly difficult, and it would become even more so with the following confession. "C-can you…" She swallowed, licking her lips. Finally closing her eyes tightly, she gave into her shame, fessing up to what she wanted. "Use two fingers?"
Her voice was still a little shaky, but she couldn't help but chuckle slightly. "Well… somebody's feeling greedy tonight!" Then she looked at the tiny hole dubiously. "Um… are you sure this will be alright? Two fingers seems like a lot."
By now she had dropped the character completely, and tried to look back around to her in her arousal filled state. Tensing the muscles around her finger instinctively, she swallowed.
"Weiss, I've handled a dick back there, I can handle two fingers. Don’t worry."
"That's true…" The pop star's finger began to work back and forth more, trying to widen the opening as much as was possible. The sight pleased her too much; she shouldn't have cared about it, but knowing she was bringing this much pleasure to Yang was turning her on more than almost anything else did. "Did you like that? Taking a big, strong cock in this little tiny hole?"
"Yes!" That was such an obvious question. Of course she enjoyed it! She wouldn't be begging for more fingers if she didn't. The more she thought about it, the more she began to think back at the times it happened, the occasions when she was forced to lay and spread, and just take whatever came to her. It felt depraved, but she loved every minute. And she loved Weiss doing the same.
So much she could feel things beginning to knot below. She wasn't going to come yet, but it wasn't too far away at all.
Leaning forward, Weiss pressed her lips up against one of Yang's soft cheeks, eyes closing as she placed a loving kiss there. "Yeah… I bet you did. You liked having someone fill you." Delicately, she withdrew her finger and quickly snatched up the bottle of lube, pouring just a tiny bit on a second finger before pressing both up against the rapidly-closing orifice. "Ah, ah, ah… we're not done here yet!"
Then she was sliding both fingers inside. No hesitation, no misgivings as before. Just forcing the walls of skin as wide as she wanted them.
"Hhhhaaaaaaa!!!" At last, a bigger presence was in her behind again. Now that she could feel her muscles widening even more thanks to those fingers, she quivered in excitement and pleasure, moaning out loudly. It felt a little like a cock, especially when Weiss thrust in and out. And then when she occasionally brushed her prostate again, the moans only got needier. Yet again, she pushed her hips back for more, eyes closed in ecstasy.
"You… really love this," Weiss breathed as she tried her best to reach both fingers to the little cluster of nerves in there. It seemed to be more difficult than it was with one finger, but she still managed the task. "You want me to do this for you more often? I mean… I guess I could, if you like it."
The majority of her talking was now in between gasps and moans as she continued to quiver all over. Those fingers were about to be her end, and she knew it! She could feel the knots in her stomach with one particular stroke against said nerve, that made her moan extra loudly.
"Y-yes!" She called, there was no point in hiding her shame anymore, she adored this. And if Weiss's wanted to do it more often for her, it was a win win. "Yes I do! It's amazing! I-it's… Ah!"
The way Yang's legs were flailing everywhere, cheeks alternately tensing and releasing, made her eyes grow wider and wider as she thrust in and out of that tight hole, making sure to trail her fingertips over the knot of pleasure every last time. Her teeth flashed out and sank into the hind cheek now, digging in, wanting to make part of the experience a part of herself. Loving that she could help her girlfriend feel more like a woman.
Because she sounded like one! Weiss had never heard Yang sound so womanly in any of their sexual escapades before; she had a feminine voice and sounded like she was enjoying herself, but this was on the verge of the screaming, whimpering mess she herself became during orgasm. In fact, it was probably the exact level of messiness. That alone wowed her, made her blink in awe of this silly little hole that seemed to help bring her a disproportionate amount of joy.
"Ah! AH!! W-Weiss!!! I'm…. NNNNNN!"
Suddenly she was even more of a quivering mess. A few strokes later, and Yang was instinctively bringing her legs up off the floor, barely supporting her own body weight while she was trying to tighten all her muscles and call out loudly. It felt fantastic, god it felt fantastic. Weiss had managed to get her off back there on her first try.
And yet… her cock seemed to have gone down more or less. There wasn't any white fluid being produced like last time. In fact, no liquid at all. Was it actually possible for her to have orgasmed without coming? Yang knew of course it was, but for Weiss, it was new exploration.
"Oh, damn," Weiss breathed in some amazement. "That was your- aww, I was hoping to enjoy Lao a little before that happened." Then she shrugged and kissed Yang's nearest cheek. "But you sounded like you had fun; I guess we'll just have to clean up your mess now."
Panting more and more, Yang gradually let her legs back down to the ground again, taking the weight back off her arms when she looked to 'Lao'. Still clean as anything, and relatively soft.
"What do you mean?" she asked between a few gasps. "He's… perfectly clean. Wasn't that… kind of orgasm."
"It wasn't-" Then she leaned over past Yang's hip to observe. True enough… "Oh, you- what were you lying for?! If you didn't like what I was doing back here, all you had to do was speak up! God!"
"W-what?" Yang panted, unable to help but tighten herself around the fingers that were still inside her, which coaxed a slight moan. "Hhhh! I did like it! L-like I said, d-different orgasm. That one doesn't make things… messy."
"Wait, but- you mean…" Slowly, Weiss was beginning to take Yang's meaning, but it seemed completely impossible. "You can have a… a separate butt-orgasm?!"
Blushing completely red, Yang looked downward in shame. Of course, she could have covered her face easily, but she was still making out she was 'captured'. "Yeah. Doesn't happen often… ‘cause guys have been pretty crappy at it. They usually just fuck until they come and don’t think about me getting off in there. B-but… you, just now… damn."
That changed Weiss's expression entirely. The confusion lingered as a background element, but she was clearly excited and pleased now. "So… I didn't mess up? That's good, that's… really good." Then her fingers flexed involuntarily in the hole as she gazed at the flaccid cock. "It's so cute this way, you know that?"
"Cute? How is it cuuuuaaaaahhh…." She trailed off to yet another moan when Weiss flexed her finger. By now she was becoming slightly overstimulated, quivering that little more. "I can… go for another you know." She informed her, though was now pacing away from her fingers. "J-just not the butt orgasm."
"Hmm…" Clearly, Weiss was contemplating. Once she had come to a decision, she began edging Yang's legs apart an inch at a time until she was standing quite wide, barely able to stay upright. "Yes, that should be far enough."
Then Weiss began to crawl between her legs, hand carefully maintaining its position in Yang's behind – though she did have to turn it slightly as she went, making Yang wince and shiver. Once she was in front, it became clear what the rustling sounds were down to earlier: Weiss was wearing nothing but black lacey underwear.
Now that she could finally catch the sight of her lover, Yang’s cheeks flushed again. No woman should have this amount of power over her, not to make her weak at the knees by just a simple choice of attire. But half closing her eyes, she sighed contently. "For saying your name is Weiss, black sure is your colour."
Ducking her head in surprise at the random praise, Weiss kissed one of Yang's thighs gently. "Glad you approve." Then she pulled back and smiled up at her. "I'm probably the worst 'captor' ever, huh? You're my prisoner and here I am, pretty much acting like your slave."
"Hey, is that such a bad thing?" she asked, tensing her muscles behind once more and shuddering slightly. How was Weiss still there?! "I can always get back into the role, if you needed me to?"
"That won't be necessary. I mean, unless you want to! Then go for it!" But as she wriggled her fingers slightly, scooting forward on her knees, she began to look thoughtful. "Um… I have a question."
"Hmm?" She asked with another shudder, attempting to focus once again. "G-go on?"
"With my other hand where it is…" She leaned inward and left a soft kiss on the partly-wrinkled skin of Yang's unaroused flesh. "Can you get off here? Honestly, I'm asking."
"You mean if you blow me while poking the pucker?" she asked, testing the sensation by tightening her muscles yet again. "Yeah… If anything, it'll help me come faster."
Almost an involuntary reaction, the pop star's eyes lit up as she gazed up at Yang – but it wasn't exactly because her question had been answered. For whatever reason, she looked vastly more eager than she had seconds before.
"Say that again."
"S-say what?" now she was curious. Her diva seemed to have had an idea other than fingering her and blowing her, and that could only mean an even wilder ride.
"What you want me to do." Her lips left another kiss on the tip, a bit longer and more tender, but still not enveloping the head entirely. "Tell me."
What did she want her to do? Even if it wasn't visible, she was far too aroused to think straight. She just wanted to come, in any way possible. The fastest way she knew how was with Weiss's mouth. By now she was an expert after all.
"Your mouth," she whispered. "Turn me on again… with your mouth."
"You want me to blow you?" she muttered back in response, her breath coming faster and faster as she hovered just beyond the reach of Yang's soft length. "To… let you fuck my mouth again? Am I your dirty little slut?"
Even Weiss herself seemed a little shocked at the end of what she was saying, eyelashes fluttering rapidly. But she didn't stop, didn't recant her words. Instead, she watched Yang for a reaction.
Nodding frantically, Yang whispered, “Yeah, baby. Let me fuck your mouth.” Trying to tense herself once again around the two fingers inside her. If anything, it was the sensation of tightness and being filled that helped her now, rather than the prostate stimulation. She knew that would be what would aid her in her orgasm.
But that brief little spate of dirty-talk had certainly not hurt anything.
No more waiting. Weiss took Yang's length into her mouth entirely – and her moan of satisfaction turned to one of mild surprise as she found how easily it fit inside of her mouth in this state. How easily it moved back and forth when her tongue pressed against the warm flesh. Her eyes closed in bliss as she experimented with the new sensation, rolling Yang from side to side, shivering at the feeling of the wrinkled skin at the tip.
Yet again Yang was back to a moaning, quivering mess. All it took was a couple of fingers in her backside, and she became the most submissive girlfriend anyone could ever imagine; never mind that her cock was in Weiss’s mouth! Thinking about how many millions of people across the nation praised that mouth, the music that flowed from it, made her almost too ashamed to fully enjoy using it for something this tawdry. But it also made her feel that much more special.
Such actions were making her cock grow by the minute, and what was once soft, wrinkled skin around her head was turning back into the rock solid length that Weiss adored, and fast. And with that, so did the sensitivity to the tongue rotating around her member.
The progression from soft to hard did not take long, but was gradual enough that Weiss was able to adjust her positioning and relax her throat, taking Yang in gratefully. Her eyes closed as she began to move her head forward and backward once it felt rigid enough to do so. Yes, she loved her girlfriend for many reasons… but this was a very unique benefit that she could not get enough of, no matter how often they did this.
And it was one that Yang could never believe her luck with. No matter who she saw herself dating, she never assumed anyone would like the presence of her cock. Not straight men, not lesbian women; no one. But there was Weiss, enjoying taking it into her throat, more or less sucking it dry whenever she wanted – because she liked doing it, and liked pleasing her. She really was a woman beyond her dreams.
But it didn't take her long before she was starting to quiver again. The relentless fingers in her ass added with her merciless tongue were making short work of Lao, and she had to let her know.
"I-it's… It's coming!"
For a few seconds, Weiss's only reaction was for her eyes to smile slightly; it was only visible there because her mouth was otherwise occupied. The length was not as hard as it had been at times in the past, but she could still feel it throbbing as if the end were near. Waiting to pour forth the end result of their sessions.
So she didn't waste any more time. Drawing her head back and away from Yang's cock, her free hand came up to grasp and squeeze it, stroking hard and fast. Once it was out her mouth, Yang couldn't help but gasp again when the cold air hit her member. But when yet again a hand wrapped around her hard length and pumped hard, she was back to moaning again, getting higher and higher pitched by the minute.
"Come for me!" the diva gasped out between damp lips. "Cover me again!"
And with one final thrust of her hand, and Weiss's fingers, she was done for. Yelling out loudly, her legs began to quiver uncontrollably, length throbbing in Weiss's hand as it expelled more seed. Once again, right onto Weiss's face, some on her cheeks, some near her mouth, some on her nose. No other girl she ever knew enjoyed being coated this way, but Weiss did. The evidence was right there to prove it.
Even more pronounced than before, Weiss let out a decadent groan of pleasure as she felt the hot seed splash across her face, as her hand squeezed as much out as was possible. Nothing seemed to beat out this experience for her.
Now, however, there was a new feeling to add to the others: Yang's taboo ring of muscle clamping down around her fingers with every spurt, with every girly scream that ripped out of her throat. Oh, it was so glorious! It was safe to say that neither of them were immune from being degraded in that moment, with one covered in ejaculate and the other being anally probed. Sharing equally in the shame.
But Yang wasn't about to let it defeat her. Two orgasms in quick succession, but Weiss hadn't even had one yet. How was that fair? Especially when she was the one that was supposed to be more dominant in this situation. That was something she'd just have to correct.
And so, when she was distracted drawing her fingers slowly out her backside, she suppressed the small moan, only to then let go of the bar at long last. Weiss was too distracted revealing in the enjoyment of having Yang's seed on her face – and yanking off the plastic glove she had put on before they began – to notice her quickly bending down to put her hands on Weiss's hips, then lifting her onto her shoulder, just like when they first met. "My turn!"
The first thing Weiss did was make a weak grasp for Yang's cock and yelp, "But-!" Then when she was suddenly plunked onto a shoulder, she grunted, "H-hey! Wait, how did you get free?!"
"You shoulda upped your budget on the handcuffs!" she taunted, but Weiss wasn't on her shoulders for long at all. A few steps later, she was thrown into the plush soft surface of the bed, only to have Yang quickly jump on top of her. Without even letting Weiss get rid of the evidence on her face, her fingers were trailing down Weiss's thighs, heading straight for that black lace underwear…
"O-oh!" was all Weiss could think to yelp. Now she could see the cuffs; still on Yang's wrists, but the chains were snapped, and quite easily at that. She hadn't been entirely serious about using them when she bought them in the first place, but this was a bit embarrassing – they didn't even last one full session!
But Yang's hands were teasing her so effectively that she couldn't focus on that long. Face still covered in spunk and the taste of her lover lingering on her palate, she could only brace herself, ready to accept Yang's sudden advances.
"Who's the prisoner now, huh?" she asked, staring down at her visibly marked lover, fingers making short work of the panties as they pulled them to one side, immediately pressing two fingers between them. Oh how wet she was! The waiting and watching must have took its toll on her poor poor diva… But still, she continued to gather up as much moisture as she could.
"But you like that, don't you? You like to be all mine."
All Weiss could do was nod and squeal as her entire body shivered at the sudden and unashamed teasing of her oversaturated sex. Yes, of course all their actions had completely driven her up the wall with need. Anybody would be this wet!
"You won't have to wait anymore…" Finally satisfied with just how wet they were, Yang plunged them deep into her, immediately starting a fast, relentless pace. Hard, quick, whatever she needed to push her above and beyond the limit, just as she had done with her twice this evening.
"NNHhhhhhhHH!!" she wailed, teeth clenched against the onslaught of sensation Yang was bringing her. Every time, it was this good – this powerful! How could she be this fantastic on a regular basis? It ought to have been entirely impossible!
Grinning happily, Yang continued such movements, curling her fingers on occasion to hit Weiss's G-spot over and over again. It seemed only right to do so, seeing as according to Yang's description, that was where Weiss's fingers touched on her. But it wasn't enough to get her going quick enough.
Pressing a thumb up against her clit, she circled it over and over again, and leant in close to her ear. "Don't hold back, prisoner. Moan for me."
And Weiss did not. Her voice rivalled that of Yang's when she was prodding that hidden area deep within her – not as high and desperate, but longer, more sustained notes. To be expected of the singer. It did surprise her that Yang's were more unhinged – wasn't this supposed to be the area on women where they were most sensitive?
Then again, Yang was a woman… and she was one who almost never had her "spot" teased. Poor thing. She would have to make it a point to offer that service on a semi-regular basis.
Out of everything in the world, hearing the primal sounds of her lover was one of Yang’s favourites. The knowledge that no one had ever heard her this unhinged before certainly added to her satisfaction. Such satisfaction only made her continue to thrust against that sweet spot, circle her clit even faster. All this still whilst her face was covered!
"I'm almost there!" she started panting, arching her back more, legs flailing as she was relentlessly teased. "Y-your dirty little slut is almo- alm-most there!"
"Yes!" Yang grinned, ramping up the speed that little bit more for the final push. In a last-ditch attempt to assist, she leant toward her neck, quickly biting down and suckling at it, hard. While her face had a temporary mark that could soon be wiped away, Yang intended to give one that would last a few days longer. After all, there were no more concerts to dress up for, only their own time now once they got back to Nashville.
All of this was enough to send Weiss screaming over the edge – mostly the furious fingers stabbing up into her g-spot, of course, but the pressure at her neck and the liquid resting against her face made it that much more enjoyable. Perfect. It was a perfect moment of depraved ecstasy.
Satisfied with the obvious purple bruising that had formed thanks to her actions, Yang grinned as she looked down at her, delivering a few thrusts in the final stages of her orgasm so she could ride it out to the max.
A minute later, Weiss was panting and gazing at the ceiling with wide, cloudy eyes when Yang withdrew her fingers. The way she could get her off so effortlessly was like a magic trick that she knew most of the steps to, yet was still surprised by the result. She was in complete awe.
Feeling and seeing were completely different things when it came to Weiss's wetness. When she brought her fingers up to take a look, she began to notice the thin strings attaching the two together. Her diva really was raring to go, and must have had a hard orgasm. Staring in interest, she chuckled to herself.
"Well, you made a mess of my fingers."
"And you… made a mess of my face." She wouldn't move, she didn't want to disturb the moment. "Seriously, that… was a lot this time. Was it because of what I was doing to your butt? Or just… you know, a random occurrence?"
"Kinda both, I think…" Finally reaching over to the small box of tissues on the bedside table, first she wiped the small amount off her fingers, then began to dab at the amount on her face. It really was a fair amount! "Honestly, babe, I don't think I've ever come that hard. You got the touch."
Blushing to the gills, Weiss's smile was beyond merely pleased. It was overjoyed. "Good. I mean, I hope I can do that for you again, as well." Once her face was clean, she turned to look at her girlfriend more directly. "Um… and I'll be honest, I wasn't sure whether or not I would enjoy doing that back there. That's one part of the body I've always thought of as having one use and one use only, and it's not one I'm fond of thinking about. But as it turns out… not so bad."
"I think everyone thinks that at first. I did, anyways. But after a while, when you start to think about it… makes sense it would feel really good. Super close to some other parts that do, right?" Too tired to do much more, she simply laid by her girlfriend's side and looked right back at her, tucking one of her arms under her head to rest against. "Hey, maybe even one day, if you wanted to try it out…"
"NO." Weiss voice sounded sure of herself, but the expression on her face was less certain. After all, Yang really did look as if she enjoyed this as much as having her "front" serviced. Could there really be something to that act?
"Well… maaaaayyybe. But not anytime soon!" she warned the bodyguard. "Don't start just poking around back there without my permission first, or you’re so fired!"
Rolling her eyes, she simply smiled contently. "Eh, it was worth a shot to ask at least. But if you ever wanna try, you know where I'll be."
Sighing, she leaned over and snuggled against Yang's side, kissing her cheek. "I certainly do."
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White Noise	By : RWBYRemnants Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 1666 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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White Noise