White Noise | By : RWBYRemnants Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 1666 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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WARNINGS: Hanfu, strap on bj, dirty pictures, roleplay, jerking off, analingus. Also a cliffhanger.
=Chapter 19
"California Beach Fest?! That's the biggest pop concert in the country, pretty much! Like Coachella with less weed! And they want you headlining with all those other stars?"
Yang had been back a fair while, getting herself ready for bed at Weiss's. She'd unpacked a few things from her luggage in the van; clothes, laptop, toiletries for her stay - even if she wasn’t sure how long that was going to be. Not that she wanted to leave at all, no way. She wished she could stay in her diva's company forever.
"Isn't it fabulous?" Weiss called back from the room. As it so happened, she also had a little something she had purchased online and had sent to her rooms. From a site that promised discreet packaging. Luckily, she got so much mail from so many sources that she knew no one would disturb any of it until she arrived back home; there was a secret pseudonym she used to order things that security knew to check. If the package said it was for “Kara”, it was clear.
"And imagine," the delighted diva went on, satisfied with dropping a silk handkerchief on top to disguise its presence should anyone decide to go snooping. "From now on, fans of those other acts who haven't heard me before will ALL be at least looking me up on YouTube - even if not all of them end up liking my stuff, it's better than never having heard it in the first place!"
"Right? Make you a household name and all that shit! First this, then you'll be appearing on the really big talk shows, then like… movie deals! Your own perfume! Sky’s the limit!" She gazed into the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, finally satisfied with her presentation. Earlier, when Winter had asked her to leave, she used the chance to dash off to a certain store he had visited once, a long time ago, to fetch an extra surprise for Weiss, or even just for herself. Something that would make her feel beautiful.
All that was left was to show her. She swung open the doors, waiting for her girlfriend to turn around.
"Actually," Weiss began as she turned down the sheets so they could slip under them soon, "I did get a call from Ellen once before, and she was so nice! But she put me on standby; I mean, I wasn’t well-known enough to be a main guest, so I didn’t really expect to go on or any… anythi… ohhh."
She had turned around to see Yang framed in the doorway, wearing something she had never expected. Her mouth ran dry and her heart sped up as she stood weakly by the bed, head spinning very slightly.
The subject they had been talking about earlier had resurfaced on the powerful form of Yang Xiao Long. She was dressed in a beautiful ruqun hanfu, which was a long-sleeved wrap-around blouse covered by a flowing skirt beginning just beneath the bust, held in place by a sash with ribbons dangling down to mid-calf. Usually, her go-to colour was a sunny yellow, but in this dress, she had gone for something more feminine than usual, a soft lavender shade with purple trimmings. It just brushed the carpeting very slightly as she moved this way and that, giving Weiss a generous view of its finery.
"And the best part is…" She gave a cheeky wink as she approached the bed. "I'm not wearing anything underneath. Hot, amirite?"
Weiss's hand pushed down for the mattress, trying to find purchase to hold herself up. Much to her sudden and complete humiliation, she missed, and crashed to the floor with a resounding THUD!
“Whoa!” Yang gasped.
"Ah! Ow!" she grunted, rolling over slightly. "I'm alright, I'm alright! Just… give me a minute!"
"Holy shit, it's not thaaat amazing!" Yang laughed quite hard. She could see clearly her lover wasn't hurt, so wasn't all too worried about collecting her. If anything it just made her laugh even louder. "I don't think I've ever seen your jaw hit the floor like that!"
Normally, by that point the diva would have jumped up and started swearing at Yang for being so rude when she was hurt - even if it was more her pride wounded than her body. This time… she was too awestruck. Every bolt of silken thread, the translucent scarf that draped over each of her arms, and the slightly more modest hairstyle that Yang had forced her wild blonde locks into for the purposes of completing the look… all was stunning. And her practiced eye could tell it was made of the finest silks.
"Oh, Yang," she finally was able to whisper as she pushed herself up to a kneel. "You look… so, so beautiful."
Bringing her arms in nervously, she hunched her shoulders once again. "You really think so?" Part of the reason she'd never purchased one before was down to worrying how it would look, she never thought she would appear feminine enough. But now, her confidence was starting to grow, even if she was blushing a bright red from Weiss's positive remarks.
"I…" Her hands went palms-up helplessly as her eyes began to mist over. "Just, I thought it might be kind of cute on you, or… or sexy? But this is a totally different thing. You look like… a painting." For a few seconds, she knelt there like a penitent parishioner, shaking her head back and forth with her hands clasped together, pressed up against her lips. She had been rendered speechless, which was a rare thing, indeed.
Beginning to loosen up herself, she paced over to Weiss, holding a hand out to help her back to her feet. But the smile on her face was undying, in fact it just grew to a beaming grin instead. "I'm really glad you like it. I did wonder if I should get yellow but… this went with my eyes better, I think."
Nodding, Weiss remained silent. There was something about Yang looking this way, so perfect, that made her not want to ruin everything with silly words. But she did allow herself to be pulled to her feet, and stood on them unsteadily as she looked her girlfriend - her girlfriend, they were together, she was fortunate enough - up and down.
"Yeah… your eyes…" Her hand finally came up to touch the hanfu, but at the last second it switched to cup her cheek instead.
Instinctively, Yang began to lean her face into the affections, looking down and into her own girlfriend’s eyes, as well. A month, an entire month of calling this woman her girlfriend. The woman of her dreams. How did she manage to get so lucky herself?
Instead of questioning it, she leaned in toward her, pressing their lips against one another. Her own hands fell to Weiss's hips, keeping her steady against her body.
And with a small sigh like a mewling kitten, Weiss returned the kiss. Maybe she had been taking Yang for granted until that moment; probably because when they met, she was "only" a bodyguard, and one she had no interest in meeting, at that. True, she had come to appreciate her so much more in the time since then, and had slowly chipped away at her reluctance to date a woman - and to see Yang as one in the first place. But now that she had taken such great strides in those areas…
'I can't believe I'm kissing this goddess!' her mind squealed as her hands slid up Yang's back, tilting her head; she even felt one of her feet leave the floor and rise half a meter. Like a girl in a movie. Yang was not only a warm, loving person, and a budding guitarist, she could go from a casual bruiser to a princess with a single costume change; a literal Mulan.
There was a slight chuckle mixed in with her kisses. Hands grasped at her own dressing gown she had worn to bed instinctively, but showed a desire for more. More of her lover. As if an entire tour wasn't enough time already! It really wasn't. Nothing was enough.
Even if the pace of their kiss was slow and intimate, at times Yang would manage to trap Weiss's bottom lip between her own, just as she did in their first kiss. A gentle reminder of how far they'd come. Tonight was a night where that journey was highlighted more than ever, given their location.
Which did not escape the diva, not for a minute. When Yang backed her up slowly and she hit the bed, she hit HER bed. The real one that she called home whenever possible, the one she chose out of preference rather than necessity. Her private room, where her girlfriend was going to be.
But she was being laid on her back, as per usual. Given the bottom position. That would have been fine any other night, but not this one. Not now.
"W-wait," she breathed shakily as she broke the kiss. "Yang, I… I have another plan for tonight, if that's okay?"
Tilting her head, Yang gazed for a moment, still positioned between her hips as if they were about to do things as normal, with Weiss in the missionary position. Not seeming to realise, she just smirked and whispered, "You wanna pop some popcorn and watch a movie?"
"No. Not that."
Both hands reached up and took Yang's strong biceps, privately shivering at how good they felt but suppressing that for the evening. 'Another time,' she told herself. Then she shifted her weight heavily, moving Yang's amenable body and rolling both of them so that Yang was suddenly splayed out underneath her.
There was a squeal of surprise when their positions were shifted, and in such shock, both of Yang's arms ended up either side of her head. A literal picture of grace, even if she was now being straddled by the woman of dreams. Not willing to do anything but stare upward, and begin to grow more and more aware of Weiss's positioning against her growing warmth below, she softly smiled.
"So you want to ride me then, huh? Also very good."
Weiss's blush was so complete that she might as well have had a sunburn. "Um… in a manner of speaking." Before she went on, she cleared her throat and said, "You're the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, and tonight, I want you to feel like… like a princess. The way you already look. Just let me take care of you. I'm probably making this sound stupid instead of like something you'd actually want to do, but…"
"Hey, hey…" This time she was a lot calmer rather than teasing, reaching one hand up to cup her cheek this time. "I know this is the first time you've seen me… really girly, I guess? And if you want to do anything special because of it, that’s cool. I’m completely okay with letting you, um… ‘treat me like a lady’, or whatever."
But the younger woman was shaking her head, grasping Yang's hand and kissing the wrist. "Thanks for comforting me. But you don't have to be my big strong bodyguard right now - as much as I love that. Right now… you're my princess."
At the tail end of her words, there had been a very slight firmness. Not dominant, not harsh… just an unflappable confidence that Weiss only seemed to have when delegating tasks to her makeup team, or working on anything related to her music career. This time, she wanted to take care of everything.
Shrugging her shoulders, she let her hand fall to the side of her head again, turning her head to one side as she looked back up to her. She seemed determined to try and look like some kind of pinup girl in the magazines, anything to keep her diva happy. And that was clear when her smile softened again.
"Then prove it, lover girl."
There was a shudder and a groan from Weiss as she gazed down at her elegantly-dressed girlfriend. The soft, flawless fabric wrapped around her body was somehow the biggest aphrodisiac they had shared thus far. Why did it matter?! Part of her worried that she had some new cultural fetish, but she didn't think that was it; after all, she had never truly pictured Yang in a kimono - or kimono-like Chinese dress, since that was more accurate - even just walking around, let alone during a bedroom romp. It was that the dress honestly looked so deliciously flattering and feminine on her that she couldn't help herself.
Between Weiss's legs, she attempted to part her own, nudging Weiss's further apart so they could press against one another more firmly, or at least so Weiss could shift herself to be between Yang's legs instead of straddling her. That was how this would work, right? All the times before, Weiss had been on the bottom, or they were standing up, or maybe just side by side. This would be a new experience for her just as much for Weiss.
And Weiss did ride her for a few seconds, enjoying the curious sensation of how soft she was at the moment. Inflaming her own desires. But then she reached up a hand to cup Yang's neck as she gazed down upon her, still in awe.
A couple of thoughts came to her. Firstly, the one she had been thinking earlier when she opened the mail; that was of course very fortunate now that she saw Yang looking so princessly. Secondly… an excuse to take her away from Yang's irresistible body long enough to put her plan into action.
"Do you…" Gulping, she whispered, "Can I take your picture? Either standing up, or… j-just like this." The last had been added with some significant blushing.
It really was Yang's turn to feel like the star. All dressed up in the finest silk, sprawled out on the bed and looking like a porcelain doll, someone wanting to take her picture… someone wanted a sexy picture of her. That in itself was the most flattering thing of all to her.
"As many as you want." She smiled. "Where do you want me?"
Almost stumbling in her haste to get up from the bed, Weiss said, "St- stay right there!" and dashed to her dresser, where she had left her phone. Coming back, she tapped the screen and brought up the camera app, then shyly asked, "C-can you stand up? I just want one of you wearing it first; one I can show other people someday."
"Oh, yeah sure!" In truth, this sounded like a picture she'd want for herself, as well; something she could send on to her father for his opinion, and Ruby for hers. Maybe even for her Facebook profile. Quickly hopping up from the bed and tucking her unruly hair back behind her ears, she tried to flatten it as much as possible again. Not that it was exactly as neat as it was when she first appeared. Holding her hands together, she looked to Weiss's direction. "Like this?"
Smiling softy, Weiss turned back to the dresser and picked up one of her brushes, running over to make a few quick passes to flatten Yang's hair. Nothing too elaborate. Then she drew back, holding her breath.
"One day…" she promised as she held up her phone, tapping the screen a few times as she walked from side to side. "One day, we are going to do your makeup, too. Not that you need any at all, but… oh my GOD."
If anything, Yang's real blush was serving as more than enough rouge for her face as she turned this way and that, giving whatever kinds of angles to the camera she wanted. Some looking up, some looking down. And one she couldn't resist making the same goofy face as earlier. But every one had a beaming smile.
"Finally everything I want to be," she muttered to herself, glancing down at her body again. She really did have the figure for it after all.
For just a second, Weiss lowered the phone, having caught that whispered phrase in the nearly-silent room. She walked forward and leaned up to press both lips against Yang's cheek.
"You already were. This is just… a really nice dress," she finished with a watery smile. "Now… sit on the edge of the bed for me."
Nodding, she did just as she was told, propping herself on the edge of the bed and holding her hands together on her lap. Deciding to go for a more dignified pose. Then she crossed one leg over the other, lowering her head slightly. "Liiiike this?"
Pursing her lips for a moment, Weiss snapped a picture, then said, "Now uncross."
As commanded, she uncrossed her legs, resting her hands on the edge of the bed as well and looking to the side and upwards. A variety of different shots for Weiss's growing gallery.
"Okay, now…" She darted forward and posed Yang herself, placing both hands on her lap, one on top of the other. Then she switched them before drawing back and taking another picture. "Okay, and how about one looking right at the camera?"
"This is one for your lock screen, isn't it?" She was unable to help the beaming smile on her face. It had been years since someone had been this pleased by taking photos of her, and the first time she herself was comfortable enough to be in them. But doing as asked, she tried to soften her smile to a more flattering one, looking right into the camera just as asked.
There were several more taps of the screen as Weiss moved very slightly, hoping to catch just the right angle. Then she whispered, "You are… impossible. You're not real, you can't be."
Yang had caught that just in her hearing, and if anything, it made the blush only come out even more, and her smile to get a little bigger just as Weiss clicked the camera again.
“Fuck. Almost make a girl feel like you wanna date her.”
“Silly.” She reached forward to tilt Yang's head upward with her fingertips, but when their eyes met, she took her hand away quickly, smiling a guilty smile. "Sorry… when you've been through as many photoshoots as I have, I guess you start to turn into a photographer yourself."
But Yang only used that moment to steal a quick kiss on the lips instead, before immediately returning to exactly how Weiss positioned her. "Then I'm glad to have such an attractive photographer, doofus."
"Hey! Princesses don't call people 'doofus', do they?" Folding her arms, the pop star contemplated what else to do, but decided the time had come at last. "Alright, lie back on the bed. I want to get a few… creative shots."
"Oh but my darling, I'm not that type of girl!" She put on a high pitched voice for that comment, but just as she was asked, she shifted herself back on the bed again, laying back fully. Just as she did before when Weiss first straddled her, she laid her hands up either side her head, tilting her head to one side and keeping her gaze toward the camera. Her legs came together as well, keeping an elegant, demure pose.
Though it was about the fifth time during their impromptu "cover shoot", Weiss again held her breath and paused to simply gaze upon the beauty before her. Yang was everything she ever wanted, in multiple ways. Then she snapped a few shots from a few angles before she turned her hips to one side, nodding approvingly when Yang's knees bent automatically.
"Yes," she muttered as her fingertip took a few more pictures. Yang bit her lip and looked away like she was ashamed, and Weiss felt her pulse skyrocket – what was that about?! "Ooh, these are really good…"
"You know, I really am starting to feel like some kind of model doing all this," she commented, following each of Weiss's commands and movements every time she posed her, sometimes glancing toward the camera, and sometimes off into other directions. Weiss was in control, and Yang trusted her to make her feel good. "Hmm… Model, Guitarist, Bodyguard… That really is an odd mix of careers I now have."
"Well, I knew you were something special. It keeps surprising me anyway, though…" Then she finally pulled back. A very secret, very mischievous smile began spreading across her lips as she said, "Alright, now… if you don't mind, I'd like for you to turn over onto your hands and knees, close your eyes… and promise not to peek."
Yang raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Now I know that isn't gonna be a dignified pose… What's up with that?"
"I'm setting up for something else, but I need a moment." When Yang still looked at her like she was going to say "Mmmmhmmm," Weiss shooed at her with her free hand and said, "J-just do it! I promise it'll be worth your time!"
"Fine, fine, whatever!" Even though she was continually grinning in delight, she did as she was asked. After-all, she was supposed to be keeping to the role of princess tonight. Weiss's princess. Her turn to call the shots on every aspect.
Just for her cheekiness, Weiss couldn't resist reaching out and smacking Yang's plump ass, and she yelped. "How dare you defy me!" she said in a teasing tone… before walking away from the end of the bed.
She kept giggling to herself still, never once moving as she waited eagerly. Even whistling to herself to try and keep distracted. Then, however… there came the sounds of a drawer opening. Items inside shifting back and forth. A muttered curse and a slight stumble, but not a heavy fall like an entire body hitting the floor.
Certainly not the sounds that anyone would expect of the girl who looked graceful in every image that ever existed of her. That was the true beauty of her girlfriend, Yang thought to herself. She was perfectly imperfect. Before when they first met, even if it was taunting and getting on each other's nerves, Weiss was intimidating to the blonde bruiser, intimidating because she always thought of her as a perfect, elegant figure who could never do a thing wrong. But now, she knew so much more. She knew things no one else would, like that she was a klutz at times, and that she would get flustered and blush very easily if the right things were said. Everything Yang knew, it was all hers. And only hers.
Which was why she was so eager to see what she had in store. "Come on, or are you leaving me high and dry?"
"Of course not!" Weiss yelped, finally approaching again, bare feet on carpet not helping signal her approach. But she walked around to the front of the bed and crawled up onto the pillows, so that she was seated just in front of Yang, her voice quieter now that she was closer. "Stay… just like that. No peeking. Now purse your lips."
Shrugging her shoulders again, she did just as she was asked, pursing her lips outward…
From that close, she could actually hear the tapping on the phone screen. "Ooh… good. These are cute. Okay, one more pose before you can open your eyes. Open your mouth, but just like… a little bit. Like I just told you something surprising, but not too shocking, like… that I'm flying us to Miami for a little beach fun."
"So like a gasp kinda look? More pouty than jaw-on-the-floor, like you were when I walked in? Alright." As asked, she opened her mouth to that shape, keeping her eyes shut all throughout.
There was some slight shifting on the bed. "There, good." A phone tap. As she spoke, Weiss's voice began to raise higher and higher overhead. "Good, good… and now, your surprise!"
The next second, there was a cold, soft rubbery material pressing up against Yang's lips.
"HMHMM?!" Because they were slightly parted, whatever Weiss had just slipped into her mouth. Eyes snapping open, she had to see for herself what it was to be sure she was feeling it right in her mouth. But the sight before her was only making her eyes widen even more and more.
Hitched around her girlfriend’s waist was a black harness, and in the centre of the harness, right above her soft blue panties, was something neither of them had quite got around to discussing: a cock. That is, an artificial one, made of a deep ice-blue rubber.
A half-second after Yang had time to process what it was, Weiss bucked her hips very slightly forward, which pushed it another half-inch into Yang's mouth. There was another muffled call as Yang was forced to accept it deeper. God, it wasn’t small by any stretch of the imagination! But she made no attempt to resist whatsoever. In fact…
Was she relaxing? Her blonde bruiser's shoulders were visibly loosening up as she placed her hands down on the bed to balance herself as best she could, eyes instead beginning to flicker shut. It had been a while since Yang felt a phallus within her mouth. Even if this was artificial, she was going to give it her all. Swirling her tongue around the large girth as best she could, she pushed herself forward against it, parting her lips even more to take more of it in.
"O-oooh," Weiss breathed. When it was all the way deep inside Yang's throat, she stared in amazement at the lips pressed right up against the harness and whispered, "I, um… I didn't even know if you'd be interested, and hoped I didn't get the wrong thing… but wow, Yang! You're- it's like you didn't even have to think about doing this! That’s incredible!"
But there was a downside to the larger model. Yang couldn't hold it there for long when she was so out of practice, and she probably wouldn't be able to handle any thrusting any time soon! Finding herself unfortunately gagging, she quickly drew herself back off the phallus again, having to look to one side to cough.
"S-Sorry…" She cleared her throat. But rather than leaving it completely, she held onto it with one hand, rubbing the length idly. "It's just been so long and… and gosh… you really did listen when I told you I liked it big, huh?"
Smiling awkwardly, the diva put the hand not holding her phone on her hip. "Well, not that I really know how big is 'big', but yes, I recalled that. There were some that were five inches and that seemed small, then some that were twelve, and that seemed… excessive. So I tried to aim somewhere more moderate." Then she smiled and asked, "You're sure it's good? That it's what you want?"
"Well… Now that you mention the twelve…" But the smug smirk on her face made it obvious she was kidding. Still, she never did she let go of the phallus. At least not yet. Instead, she only continued to stroke it up and down. Bringing her head forward, she pressed her tongue against the tip, starting to lick it tenderly, looking right into Weiss's eyes while doing so.
With the slow grace of a bending willow branch, Weiss's hand raised the phone up to point down at Yang, her thumb hovering over the screen. She wouldn't take one; not yet. Not until Yang had a chance to protest if she wished. But no protest came. Instead, she half closed her eyes to give a more sultry appearance, and aimed them toward the camera lens instead of her. Keeping her tongue still for a moment, it was clear for the image that it was to be licking the end.
So the picture was taken. And another, and another. Then Weiss began to push forward a little at a time, taking two more pictures along the way. When she was fully inside, she whispered, "Do you… like doing this? Want to keep going for a while?"
Taking it out of her mouth again, she whispered, "I don't mind," before taking it once more, sliding it in and out of her mouth gradually. There was no point to this exactly, it brought Weiss no pleasure, nor did it Yang. If she were honest, the taste wasn't exactly a benefit either, not compared to if Weiss had a cock of her own. But it was a show, a show for her lover to see, one that she’d never had before. It inflamed both of them for that reason, at least.
"G-guess you do," Weiss half-laughed, half-panted. Clearly, it was doing something for her, at least; the show was entertainment of a very specific nature. Licking her lips, she flicked a few more times, and helped herself to a brief video clip. Watching Yang's mouth accept that length so readily was going to do for her what the pictures of Weiss did for Yang.
After a few minutes of servicing the fake phallus, she was satisfied with her work, and drew herself backwards and off it again. A small string of saliva still connected her mouth and the phallus as she looked back up again, having to pant to regain her breath. Returning her hand to the now soaking wet phallus, she asked. "Good enough for you, babe?"
Nodding eagerly, Weiss drew her upward and pulled her into a wet kiss, tangling their lips and tongues together gratefully. Then she pulled back and made a face. "Hmm… they didn't say on the website that it would have such an… interesting flavour."
Smirking eagerly, she ran her hands over Weiss's long white hair, looking right back into her eyes and pecking at her lips. "I dunno…" she said between kisses. "These taste far better."
"Mmm, agreed," she breathed eagerly as they kissed again, running one hand up and along Yang's chest. There was a yearning in the back of her mind, that the length between her legs would suddenly become real… so she could give Yang what she craved from a sexual partner. Alas, this was the best she could do.
"Alrighty," she sighed as she drew away from the lips. "Now… I want to use this thing, if you're willing."
"You wanna take me, do you?" she repeated, looking down toward it yet again. God it really was huge! In both girth and length. It was just what Yang said she liked, and frankly, all she could think about when she had it in her mouth. She struggled to take it there, but down where she was even tighter… things were about to get interesting.
Although there was one thing she needed to be sure Weiss had, and quickly looked toward the dressing table. "You have lube, right?"
"Oh! Yeah, there was… yeah!" She ran back to the table, the giant blue thing bobbing all over the place as she ran. Then she grasped a very small bottle from inside the drawer and ran back.
"It said it came with some, so I figured…" As they looked at it together, they realised it was probably only enough for two or three uses. "Oh."
Looking at both the packet, then the phallus, her blush was increasing yet again. Not only was the phallus so big it’d be hard for her to handle, but there wasn't much of it to spare. This would be such an experience.
"W-well…" She was completely red raw when she sat on her knees. "We'll have to make sure it’s enough. Stretch it with spit."
Biting her lip, Weiss raised the phone and took a picture of Yang's face. A slight snicker burst from behind her teeth. And realising why, she quickly snapped back up to her again, immediately lunging forward to try and grab it from her, laughing. "Hey! That was rude!"
"But you were bright red! SO adorable!" Weiss giggled, holding the phone away as much as she could. When Yang finally caught her hand, she wrestled back and forth until they were nose to nose, and then she simply leaned in and kissed her with grinning lips. And Yang kissed back with an equal amount of enthusiasm, feeling herself eventually fall back on the bed again with Weiss on top of her. But this time, her legs immediately parted to let her between them, and her spare hand went back around her waist as well to keep her there.
Such an action made her feel the cock pressed against her body however, right beside hers between layers of clothing. Weiss hadn’t seen it yet, but she was already at half her length from the actions of sucking it alone. Seemed it wasn't just Weiss that had been affected by the little show. Although… there was something to consider.
"Hey, Weiss?" She asked when she parted their lips again.
"Yeah?" she sighed, her hand coming up to pass gently over Yang's hair lovingly.
"Do you mind if… I take this off first? I don't wanna ruin it with… Y-y'know."
The diva's blue eyes slid away from Yang. "Well… I… was hoping we could leave it on…" As her cheeks turned pink, she whispered, "Could we take a f-few more pictures first?"
“WOW, you are shameless. And I thought I was the perv.” Still, she released Weiss's hand from her grasp, letting her do as she wished. But the very least she insisted on one thing: "Alright, but as long as I get no… me on it, deal?"
"Oh, that would be-" But she fell silent, imagining it. And stayed silent. After a few seconds, her phone raised up to push into her bottom lip as her breathing grew quite a bit heavier.
Blinking as she looked up at her girlfriend stuck in that thought, Yang rolled her eyes impatiently. "Look, if you really want to get me splooging all over a hanfu, wait till I buy another just for… uh, sexy purposes. This one is special."
"No, yeah. Yeah, of course." Shaking her head out, she pressed her hand against her face for a few seconds as she tried to dispel the mental images. Then she smiled down at Yang. "That idea might be sexy, but sexy ideas aren't more important than you. And I agree that this dress is breathtaking and deserves way better; we don't have to take any more pics of you in this if you don't want to. Is…" Leaning in, she whispered, "Is it like, a religious thing? Am I really hugely blaspheming by asking you to do anything in it?"
Snorting rather loudly, Yang couldn't keep the humoured look off her face. Even when she let one of her hands rest on Weiss's knee for a moment, idly rubbing. "Do you really think I, a chick with a dick, am super religious? Nah, it's more like… a ‘brand new heirloom’ kinda thing, if that makes sense. Keeping the dress pure."
"Makes sense to me. But hey...” Playing coy again, she shifted her hips from side to side, causing her length to play across another one. "I'm a chick, and I have a dick. Just… mine's not an original component, that's all. And I still believe in God, so why not?"
"Why am I not religious?" Yang asked, but all while the other dick was pressing up against her own, she could feel the length beginning to grow… Slowly, but surely. Not to mention, it was starting to cause her breath to quicken. Eyes beginning to half close, she said back shakily. "T-this better not be… some type of conversion."
In a rare moment of sexual self-assurance, Weiss reached down and grasped both of Yang's hands, allowing her phone to go by the wayside for the moment. Dragging them up over her head, she then leaned down until they were nose-to-nose, gazing deep into her violet orbs.
"Well… I was kind of hoping to make you call out His name. A few dozen times."
Sinking back into the plush surface of the bed, she looked wide-eyed up at her girlfriend. She had never been this dominant before in their sexual ventures. There had been one occasion in their 'romp day' at Penny's where she sat on top of Yang, but was never truly dominant in the situation. But this was completely different.
And she knew for a fact, if the strap on was going to be involved, she would certainly be blaspheming a lot tonight.
"You're terrible."
The diva’s blue eyes shone with mirth… and desire. "Try saying that tomorrow."
Then she took her mouth, and not gently; she was looking to enjoy herself. Let Yang take the more passive, submissive role tonight. Maybe that wasn't something Yang needed - maybe she was fine with being on top of Weiss most of the time. But she'd be damned if she didn't at least try out flipping their usual positions, at least this once.
But Yang was loving it. Their relationship was to become completely equal now, with her taking the role of top some evenings, and Weiss on top others. Tonight was the first trial run. And to show she was willing as best she could, she attempted to wrap her legs around the beautiful woman's hips, trapping their bodies against one another. With each roll of Weiss's hips, she felt the friction against her own, even with the fabric between them. All throughout their kiss, it caused muffled, but needy moans once again.
When they were both panting heavily, Weiss pulled back and said with a shaky laugh, "Okay, now we probably really should get this off of you before we… yeah, like you said."
Nodding weakly, she completely agreed, attempting to reach down between them to loosen the fabric around her waist first. Once that was off, she allowed Weiss to do the rest of the work. However she did look up teasingly. "Oh, be gentle with me, darling."
A sly smirk crossed Weiss's face as she reached over to snatch up her phone first. Then she dangled it above Yang, as if she would either drop it onto her stomach or was waiting for her to snatch for it.
But Yang didn't. She had gotten the message, and remained submissive throughout. If anything, she simply took it as another command.
"Fine, I'll do it myself." She begun parting the skirt now that the belt was off, she managed to shuffle it out from under them and onto the floor by their side. But the long-sleeved jacket-blouse beneath still had to be removed, and with two bodies on top of it, that was difficult. "I'll either need to sit up, or you'll have to help me here."
Thumb flicking over the screen, Weiss smiled sweetly. The last one with the telltale bump of Yang's partial arousal below the hem of the blouse was probably too appealing to her, but she loved it all the same. "Alright, alright. Let's stand you up and take care of this."
So they did, removing the undergarment and collecting the robe from the floor. Then Weiss spared Yang's nude body only the briefest of approving glances before she ran into the bathroom to collect the garment bag.
"This probably isn't very 'erotic'," she said to her girlfriend on the way back out, "but… it’s important, so I want to make sure we take care of this for you. And leaving it wrinkled on the ground isn't the best way to do that."
"Hey, it counts as pampering a princess, right? So it does something." Yang sat herself on the edge of the bed again as Weiss took care of the clothes. The delay between more pleasure served as a relief to her if anything. It meant there was more time to enjoy what was going to happen rather than finish too soon and end it so quickly. At least that was what Yang was sure would happen if things continued, judging by the rock hard length between her legs.
Once the garment bag was hanging from the door of Weiss's walk-in closet, she turned and leaned against the adjoining wall, hands in the small of her back and one foot raised to aside her knee, a positively malevolent look in her eyes as she smiled over at her princess. It pleased her to see both of them were equally erect - and given that her own was artificial, it was much more impressive on Yang.
"So, Princess," Weiss said in a bemused voice. "Are you ready to do what needs to be done for… the sake of diplomacy?"
Gosh, her diva really did like roleplaying. This was a lot more flattering than her prisoner role back on the bus, at least.
"Absolutely, oh great Prince." She wasn't as good as Weiss however, and whenever she spoke in her character, she didn't even notice her voice was getting higher pitched to the role. "I'm prepared for… our countries to unite just as our bodies will."
But Weiss wasn't judging Yang for the higher-pitched voice. In fact… her cheeks were darkening again, this time from being referred to with any sort of male pronoun. If anyone else had done that, mistaken her for a man, she would have been upset or angry at them - probably have thrown a fit. In this situation, and with it being Yang…
"W-wow," she breathed very quietly. Then she cleared her throat and said, "Then I'll come to claim your land and your virginity!" Crossing the room with light steps, she laid a hand on Yang's neck, then leaned in and whispered, "We don't have to keep doing the prince-princess thing if you're not interested; I was just playing around."
But Yang shook her head as she shrugged her shoulders, holding the wrist very gently and looking directly into her eyes back. "Let's keep going a little longer. Could be kinda hot… Unless you want me to call you princess instead of prince?"
"Normally, yes," she snickered, still a little shy about this particular arrangement of theirs. "But tonight… something about me being your 'prince'…"
There was only so long Weiss could look into Yang's gorgeous eyes before she had to lean in and kiss her, kneading their mouths together intensely. Her other hand came to rest on the soft, muscled hip, and she sighed in mild pleasure as she began to massage it gently with her fingertips.
She kissed back just as eagerly, humming contently all throughout as she pulled her right up against her, parting her legs once again to let her between them. She adored feeling her so close, especially when she felt the fake length against her own. That was beginning to send tingles of pleasure through her again.
When Weiss felt her shiver, she drew away from the kiss and looked down between them. All it took was looking at that glistening pink head to invigorate her, to make her so hot she wanted to abandon their play… but she was determined. This one night, she was going to take Yang hard and receive nothing in return.
"Look what we have here," she murmured, wrapping her hand around both of the thick lengths and beginning to stroke them together. It was a stretch for her smallish hand, but she managed. "The princess's royal sceptre."
A pleasured humming came out of Yang, and beyond her control, she threw her head back in content. Why was feeling her length against one made of plastic so very good? Because Weiss's hand was what was connecting them, her hand was stroking them both, and she could feel it pulling at her skin up and down. Perfect, in every way.
For the diva, of course, it was both the visuals of the show, and that she was making Yang feel so good that she was groaning and leaning back. By now, she was almost straddling her lover, gazing down upon the landscape of her body. A landscape she intended to paint upon.
But first, of course, there was another matter to tend. Retrieving her phone from the bedspread, she aimed and took two or three snaps of the two lengths together, leaving Yang's face and the rest of her body out of it. She knew that might be a bit more uncomfortable for her, and wanted more express permission before taking pictures that included both face and anatomy.
In truth, Yang never minded one bit. Because of who it was. It was her lover who was taking these pictures of her, catching her in various different poses, moods and states of pleasure. Even though at the present, Weiss was sticking to treating her member and taking pictures of it, she allowed herself to fall back onto the bed, her hands returning to the relaxed position on either side of her head.
"Do you like it?" she asked, looking straight toward her. "Is this what my prince loves to see?"
"Certainly is," Weiss sighed pleasantly, her hand relaxing so that the two phalluses would jostle slightly back and forth as she stroked. "Do you… mind if your prince keeps more memories of tonight?" Her other hand raised the phone. As Yang had been kind enough to crop out her eyes before, this was only fair.
Nodding she posed herself once more, relaxing her face to a mere, elated smile. Flicking a few strands of hair behind her ear, she looked toward the camera. "Of course, as many as you want."
And so Weiss took one with her hand all the way down, then another with it up so that it was visible in the shot. Her dirty mind wanted to fall downward and wrap her lips around both lengths - even though one of them was false, and strapped round her own waist. Ridiculous! But either way, that was not what this night was about.
"Alright," she breathed as she leaned down, wrapping her lips around Yang's perky nipple as she continued to grind their hips together, sighing against the large mound beneath her mouth.
And right away she moaned contentedly, hands reaching into Weiss's hair to keep her there. One hand grasped a handful of it, holding rather tightly to try and suppress her pleasure. She was so used to thinking that area of her body would never feel as sensitive as anywhere else on her body, but Weiss proved it otherwise. Each lap across her nipples, and occasionally against the scars beneath her breasts, was sending tingles and tingles of pleasures through her body. Just as much as feeling her hips pushing up against her was.
But as she wrapped her legs around the diva's body once again, she was starting to crave what she was imagining from the start, from when she first had the fake length pushed into her mouth. For Weiss to take her as a woman with it, just as she had taken Weiss time and time again the past few days.
Much later than Yang would have liked, she drew back from the teat, a string of saliva between it and her bottom lip. "Somebody's very ready for this," she breathed, reaching down again to grip the length. "Aren't princesses supposed to show more… reluctance?"
Looking up at her through half closed eyes, she had to take a moment to catch her breath back, releasing her hair from her grasp. "I can't help it…" She breathed, squeezing her a little closer with her legs. "When my prince is so hard and ready… I grow impatient."
"Maybe I should just…" And then, only for about half of a single minute, Weiss began squeezing and pumping "Lao" harder than she ever had, as if she were racing to see how fast she could finish her off.
She should have expected it, should have expected for her length to be assaulted by the diva's skilled hand at some point this evening, but she didn't. She had her heart so set on Weiss taking her as a woman that it completely slipped her mind. And as Weiss pumped and squeezed, making her moan out loudly and repeatedly, she grasped at the bedsheets, trying to resist the incoming pleasure that was flowing through her body.
"W-Weiss!" she managed to moan out to her, trying to squeeze her closer again. "D-Don't you want… T-To claim me? W-With your strong member?"
Still grinning that wicked grin, Weiss completely let go at once - not slowing down or changing her stroke, just going from pumping hard to nothing at all.
"Oh, I'm going to do that either way, Princess Yang. But you said you were getting impatient…"
Suddenly there was nothing. From feeling Weiss almost sending her flying into orgasm, to nothing at all. All she could do was finally breath heavily against the bed, continuing to grasp at the sheets for something to do.
"Why be such a tease?" she asked, sounding ridiculously needy about it. "Why are you doing this to me? One minute giving me everything then the next making me wait again? It's driving me insane."
The smile slipped a notch. Weiss's hand went back to the cock and began to tease it very lightly this time. "I could always… do this first. If you really want it that badly." There was a bald honesty in her voice now, whereas before she had been taunting, mischievous. "And then take my princess afterward."
Seeing the hand return to her length sent yet more shivers of thrill up her spine. Now there was a thought… Would it even be possible for her to handle being gotten off, then taken? It was fine the other way around, so there would be no difference, right?
Then again, she knew that was impossible. All partners before her would only do things until they came, then leave her to it. She suspected Weiss would be the same. But by now, she was so turned on it didn't matter if he wasn't taken anymore. She just wanted to get off.
"Hmm…" She hummed contentedly. And unable to resist, she nodded. "Do wh-what you need."
That phrase, "what you need"… again, Weiss had to fight down the urge to change their play, to slide down and use her mouth as well as her hands. But that was fun for another evening. Therefore, she backed up and kept their two lengths up against each other, gliding a hand up and down with about half of the pressure from before.
"How's that, my little princess?" she asked in an even, sensual tone, trying her best to sound a tiny bit masculine. "Good? Or do you need me to go harder? Faster?"
Yet again, Yang was purring with bliss, relaxing against the sheets again now that she didn't have to hold back anymore. One side of her had plastic against her length, the other was the warmth of Weiss's hand, fussing at her, toying with her. Each stroke sent shivers of pleasure down her body, making her ache for more.
"B-Both…" She requested.
Nodding eagerly, Weiss was again pumping at her the way she had before, tight and frenzied - only this time, the artificial cock was up against the real one, adding to the experience. She would be lying if she said this wasn't extremely erotic for her to watch, but her own pleasure could wait. For now, she just wanted to watch Yang explode from the extreme simulation.
And it wasn't long now! Not with both the speedy pumping and feeling it up against a new length. She could feel Weiss's grip tighten on her, squeezing and pumping incredibly hard, probably far harder than anyone had ever done in her life. Mouth hanging open in ecstasy, her moans were continuing to get more and more frenzied as well, to the point she even had to cover her mouth in case anyone heard.
"Awww," Weiss cooed, only the tiniest bit condescendingly. For the sake of this moment, their play. "Look at the demure little princess, stifling her sounds! Must not be doing my job right. Let's… try this!"
And then, she dug in with her thumb as she continued stroking as fast as possible, with it pressing directly into the underside of Yang's swollen cock without mercy.
Now she was back to the state of desperation she was first in, grasping tightly at the sheets with one hand, continuing to cover her mouth with the other. She was simply too afraid to do otherwise, too afraid of screaming so loudly she'd wake everyone in the building. That would simply be the worst way for the family to find out they were together.
But the quivers of her legs meant something Weiss could recognise easily. That she was getting very close, very soon. To help her over that final hurdle, Weiss leaned in and took the other peak in her mouth; she had been feeling guilty about only teasing the one, anyway. This seemed like a good opportunity to correct that oversight.
It worked. Shuddering even more violently, she yelled out loudly against her hand, feeling her muscles getting tighter in her stomach until finally the inevitable happened. Yet again her member throbbed in Weiss's hand, releasing seed out from it and upward. Up onto the bottom of Weiss's chin from where she leant down to take her teat, up against her chest and stomach.
Right after she finally relaxed, letting her hands return to either side of her face as she gasped for breath. From the passing orgasm, her eyes were still unseeing, still filled with pleasure. It was fantastic.
Smiling at having finished her job with great success, Weiss leaned down and kissed Yang's cheek tenderly as her hand slowed and came to an eventual stop. She could feel a slight fleck of essence on her hand, which reminded her of what she felt hit her chin. Her secret pleasure of having Yang on her face would not be fed, but at least it got its momentary squeal of internal glee.
"You made a messie," she chuckled as she finally pulled back from Yang entirely, laying on her side and staring down at the canvas spread out before her. The one that had been thoroughly painted. "But I like you like this."
Panting heavily, she only just looked over to her again, and then down to exactly what mess she had made. Not as much as on the bus, but a significant amount had dotted across her stomach and chest. They had certainly made the right move in taking off her hanfu first.
"Do you…" She took another breath in, swallowing. "Want to take a memory of it?"
"Suppose I could…" Reaching over with her cleaner hand, she nipped up the phone and took one from the side, biting her lip as her own sex pulsated with lust from watching that spectacle, from thinking about having proof of it forever. Then she held her arm out and took another from a diagonal angle, grinning at the results.
Even though she was still panting, Yang looked toward the camera again with lustful eyes, this time trailing one of her hands over the cleaner areas of her body for one of the shots, whatever she could think of to make them as good for Weiss as possible. A part of her wished she had done this with Weiss, had an entire album full of sexy pictures… but the risk was too great. And she understood.
"But did I do good?" she asked. "Is my prince happy?"
"Happy you're happy," she corrected slightly as she reviewed the shots. Some were blurry and didn't come out, of course, but the others… they would provide plenty of future entertainment. Then she began to crawl up along the bed.
"However… you still have to tend your prince."
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