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White Noise
By : RWBYRemnants
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Disclaimer: RWBY is not mine and I make no money from this fic
Chapter List
- 19
- 20
- 21
WARNINGS: strap on bj, dirty pictures, roleplay, jerking off, analingus, strap on sex/pegging, doggy style

=Chapter 20
All Yang Xiao Long could do was smirk now that she'd gotten her breath back. Weiss wanted more; she was clearly moving to straddle her face. It was amazing to her how insatiable this prissy pop star turned out to be! But how she had missed the flavours of her lover's sex, missed hearing her moans, treating her like the princess. So holding a hand out and making a grabby gesture, she purred.
"Come to princess…"
As she moved, Weiss gripped the blue strap-on with the hand that had been pumping Yang earlier, smearing that tiny droplet of essence onto its tip in her efforts not to accidentally smack Yang in the face. Settling herself into position, her centre was now so close to the blonde's nose that the distinct scent of arousal could be caught on the air, even through her panties.
"Your wish is my command."
And then she shifted her hips backward, took aim… and pushed the phallus up against Yang's lips again.
Which caught her by surprise! Suddenly a third of its length was pushed straight into her mouth again, causing a muffled grunt when she managed to accept it back into her throat. Once more she was reminded just how big it was. What on earth was Weiss playing at?!
"Your prince requires the attentions of your beautiful mouth," Weiss told her, holding still for the moment. She hadn't forgotten how the bodyguard struggled before; jumping straight to ramming it in over and over was too much, it seemed. An adjustment period was necessary.
One thing Yang hadn't expected she needed to get used to was the taste of her own juices over it. A salty tang, one she knew Weiss enjoyed. For her… It wasn't unpleasant, but not as good as Weiss's sex when she had the chance to try it. Gently bobbing her head forward, she showed she was ready to accept more, taking extra into her mouth back and forth, right to her throat again, coating it completely.
Humming in contentment at the sight below her, she began to thrust very slightly once Yang had shown she would be alright with it. This sight was too good; she had enjoyed it before, and even more-so now that Yang was recalling how to do it a little more easily.
"That's right. My princess knows exactly how to make me happy. I'm so glad she does."
Against the fake length, she attempted to hum again, which would of course vibrate against her as she did. After a short while, she let it rest at the back of her throat a moment, seeing how long she could keep it there without having to move. All she did in that time was lick the base. If it were real, that would mean prodding at a tender ballsack. But here, it was just for show.
While at first, the display had merely been vaguely arousing and satisfying to Weiss because she got to fulfil a role for Yang that she hadn't been able to before, eventually she began to flush at the sight. God, but she really looked good doing that; she was beginning to understand why Yang had been so resistant to deleting the pictures of her now, and glad they could compromise instead. It was… highly erotic.
After a few more seconds, Yang could take no more and drew herself back off her prince, allowing it to leave her mouth with a slight pop! Looking down at the sodden member, she couldn't help but smile to herself. She still had the skills after all.
"Is that what my prince wanted?" she asked.
"It is," she panted weakly, weaving to and fro as she gazed down at it next to Yang's face. Why was that so fun to watch happen? Then she shook herself from her arousal-clouded daze and went on, "And… that should help me immensely. Help us."
Then she rolled to the side and crawled down past Yang's body until she was nearly off the bed, turning so that her head hovered over Yang's spent cock. Still slightly larger than when totally unaroused, and definitely redder, it was about the most appetising thing Weiss had seen all week. Therefore, she wasted no time on rational thought and leaned down to take the entirety of it into her mouth, letting out a wanton groan as the salty bead at the head flowed into her throat.
"H-Help us do wh- AH!" Even after she was spent her girlfriend really couldn't resist. How on earth did she enjoy having that part of someone in her mouth so much?! Or even enjoy tasting her semen like that? Weiss was something special, though she knew that already. But in this state, there was a tiny amount of pain mingled in with the pleasure, caused by too much stimulation. It didn't cause much of a problem, but she did call up, "B-Be careful! I'm still… y-yeah!"
However, the body betrayed the mind in this case. Yang had often told her that she got overly sensitive right after climax, and couldn’t go again very soon. She had no reason to believe that wasn't true… but Weiss could also feel the length stirring very slightly from the efforts of her tongue. For now, she would retreat, but that was something to keep in mind.
"Sorry," Weiss said, not grasping it as she normally would once it left her mouth. Instead, she leaned further down and placed a gentle kiss on the soft sack below it. "Just… you're so delicious, Princess. Do you know that? I can't get enough of your body."
Shakily panting, she gazed downward toward her. Hearing such things brought a joy to her like nothing else, especially since no one had said it about her body after transition before. Keeping her legs parted, she bent one of them so she could at least get a better look at Weiss, growling in delight. But this had a side effect. It revealed the still unused entrance to Yang's body. An unintentional reminder…
Such a soft little opening. Weiss was tempted to poke her finger into it again, but she knew that finger would have to be quarantined once used for that purpose; besides, she hadn't brought a glove and was worried about her nails.
Slick and red… her head travelled closer. Maybe it was because Yang was still fresh from her post-workout shower, or maybe it was the arousal still thick on the air, but she detected no offensive smell. Just soft, puckered, clean skin.
Her mouth was already so close…
A corner of her mind began screaming when her lips pressed against it. Telling her that she was crossing a very bad line, that this was much worse than all the things they had tried together so far. But the deed was already done. Too late to turn back.
"W-wah?!" Eyes snapping wide open again, Yang looked down to where Weiss was. She was kissing her… there?! Surely that couldn't have been pleasurable for her, not when she had to use gloves before the first time they experimented with that area. But for Yang, it was nice. It made the muscles tense there slightly in surprise, made her moan again with glee. In truth, she was still thinking about what it would be like to have the huge dildo in there, but this definitely wasn’t half bad.
"Hmmhh…" That sound hadn't come from Yang. Completely beside herself, Weiss finally did realise that it was coming from her own lungs. Maybe it wasn't something she would want to do all the time, but she hadn't minded it nearly as much as she expected - and Yang's reaction was well worth stepping outside her comfort zone.
Then, she realised something else. Remembered something. It had seemed like a silly, unimportant detail at the time, but now she fumbled amongst the sheets for that tiny bottle of lubricant. Sure enough…
"Piña colada," she breathed very quietly. Eyes glazed over, they moved between the bottle and the tensing little pinhole that she had so recently kissed. Should she?
Still panting, Yang could hardly believe what was happening anymore. With all of what Weiss was doing, fetching the lube, kissing her backside; it seemed as though she wanted to keep going. The lube was the key sign, of course.
"Weiss are you…?" she attempted to ask, tensing her rear end muscles in pure surprise of the moment. She never expected this, especially not given how often her past partners had proven to be so ‘one-and-done’.
"I don't know," was all Weiss's numb voice could manage to say. It didn't fit very well with her "prince" persona, but it was honest; what on earth was she doing?! So far, drizzling the lube onto her finger and pressing the tip up against Yang. That was good for a start.
It was enough to give Yang a good solid answer. Yes, she did want to keep going. And the lubed up finger pressing up against her tiny puckered hole again had began to make her shudder, the muscles were both flexed and relaxed. But on that moment they relaxed, it allowed the lubed up finger to easily slip inside. "Oh!"
"You like that, princess?" Weiss finally managed to force herself to say as she watched in numb fascination. This was the second time, of course, but now she could see everything so much clearer… and it was as arousing to her as touching her cock.
As more of it slipped inside, Yang began to tensely hold the bedsheets again, tugging and pulling to try and regain some form of hold on reality. But it was useless, everything was just too numbing right now. After all, she had just come down from an intense orgasm and now she was being poked up her ass, having someone open it up with her finger. What was it going to be like when things got further, she wondered.
But yet more surprises were in store for Yang. Weiss had only continued to drill in and out of that tightly-closed area as she steeled her mind, found her courage somewhere. With that done, and a fluttering in her stomach she was doing her best to ignore, she drew the finger out and wasted no time in pushing her tongue into the hole her finger had patiently opened.
And the needy moans were back. Some that mirrored Weiss's when she first used her tongue on her sex backstage at New York. Needy, high pitched and desperate. She wasn't worried about things becoming too much anymore, only thinking about the pleasure that was to come, how good that little tongue was feeling. She loved every moment.
"Ohhhhh…" she moaned again, shuddering with joy. "P-prince… This is amazing!"
On the other hand… the "prince" was completely beside herself. This was worse than sleeping with someone before marriage, worse even than how much she guiltily enjoyed having essence all over her face. This was putting her mouth somewhere it simply did not need to go. But since the flavour was an artificial one - and one she didn't mind in the slightest, though she wasn't that big of a coconut fan - there was no excuse not to enjoy thrusting her tongue in there over and over, waggling it back and forth. Testing. Exploring.
Sighing, Weiss scooted in closer and pushed her lips right up against the outer rim, to see how deep her tongue could go. How much she could make Yang moan and wail with this one simple action.
And she did. Over and over again. Giving in and resting her legs over Weiss's shoulders, she continued to ride the extra waves of pleasure going over her continually, biting her lip as some way to try and stay sane. But it was useless, useless when her small prince was tonguing such a private area. More or less getting it ready with that alone.
The hunger was too real. All she wanted was to keep devouring that taut ring of muscle, or to move upward again - but Yang didn't want her doing that at present. This, however, seemed to be fair game. She kept going even when the flavouring seemed to fade, when all she could taste was warm, slick skin beneath her lips. And she didn't mind at all.
But Yang was growing desperate again. Desperate and needy. She needed things to go further, wanted more after so long of being teased. And to express such a need, she patted the top of her head to get her attention.
"M-my prince…" She begged. "Please…"
Almost as if startled from her dazed state, Weiss glanced upward. Of course, all she could see from that vantage point was a soft round sack and a hand hovering overhead. Pulling backward, she had to force herself not to look at the dampened opening as she pushed up to her elbows.
"Wh… what is it, Princess? What do you need? Should I stop?"
To express such a need, her hand left the top of her head, and instead headed down on herself, beginning to touch around the area where Weiss had been licking and taunting. Tugging her balls up and out of its way. "Y-you know what I need…"
Watching Yang's fingers getting closer to that made her heart race, but tonight wasn't an occasion to watch Yang tease herself - maybe that could come another time. She did indeed know what she needed.
"That's right," Weiss purred, rising upward until she could crawl forward enough so her hips were closer to Yang's again. "You need me to… fill you completely. You sure you're ready?"
The nodding only got even more intense. Sure she was ready? That was an understatement. She was begging for it, her body ached for it. This was what she needed. "Take me."
"Definitely," Weiss said with a slight smile as she began to pet Yang's stomach, hoping to rile her up that much more. Of course, instead she felt herself swipe through the essence Yang had deposited upon herself a few minutes before. "Oh, oops! Damn…"
However, as she looked at it on her fingers with the blue length hanging below… she wondered. Maintaining eye contact with Yang, she reached down toward her temporary cock.
It took a few moments for Yang to realise what was happening, but then it became clear; and made her heart rate soar. Weiss was using her own climax from earlier to lube the cock up even more. This was truly crazy! It was a mixture of her own saliva, the small amount of lubricant supplied, and now her cum that would prepare her for entering. And somehow that just aroused her even more.
However, it wasn't enough - even after Weiss noticed Yang breathing faster as she watched the oddly erotic display, after she went back to collect more essence to slather all over the plastic surface. After she noticed Yang growing very slightly harder from the sight. That probably wasn't enough to go for a second climax just yet, but Weiss was very surprised; she didn't remember Yang ever wanting to go again after she finished. Could all this teasing of her behind be the culprit?
But she couldn't worry about that when she had business to tend. Snatching up the tiny bottle, she poured a little more lube along it, stroking herself as if she were a man trying to bring herself off. And it was working; as she stroked, she felt her hand gliding more and more smoothly.
"I'm ready, I think," Weiss told her as she angled it downward. "Whenever you are."
Yet again, Yang nodded. But this time, she rested her legs on Weiss's shoulders, using them to keep her in position against her, and to make her entrance much easier for Weiss to get to. Satisfied, she tried to shuffle herself close to her again. "Ready."
Of course, now that the moment had come, even though they had done so many things with that area up until this point… Weiss still felt her cheeks burning at the idea of what she was about to do. Take Yang. Bury her cock deep in the tall, strong bodyguard and ride her relentlessly. The imaginary images in her mind of men doing that to her before resurfaced, and just as before, she felt her own sex burning at the very idea. She felt a compulsion to run away, too shy to actually go through with it…
But Yang wanted it so badly. In the end, of course it was what she wanted to do. Therefore, she only nodded, took a deep breath, and pressed the dampened tip up against its dampened goal.
This was it. Weiss was starting. She continued to gaze down at the sight below; being her body still dotted with her previous semen, her half limp cock laying flat against her body, spent from the actions earlier, and her girlfriend, her girlfriend who was slowly pushing a girthy length of plastic into her most intimate area, just as men had before. It felt different to the gloved fingers already. Much much bigger for a start, and even wetter. And when the head of it slipped inside, she let out a moan of satisfaction.
Weiss knew she was red as a beetroot when she asked, "You like that? Is this good for my princess?"
"Yeeaahhh…"
It sounded so needy! Finding more of it being pushed inside of her was bringing out this side of her, this completely submissive state of the usually dominant Yang Xiao Long. A woman whose job it was to defend and look intimidating was here, getting her tightest entrance penetrated. But she loved it, she enjoyed every second that Weiss was pushing her hips forward, forcing her to open up more and more to let it inside. Gods it was huge, every nerve ending was on fire.
Watching Yang take it was making Weiss light-headed with desire. So much so that she had to pause, hanging onto Yang's knees for support until the dizzy spell passed. Why was this so unbelievably erotic to her - not just to the normal degree, but far, far past it? The half of her mind that wanted to keep going, to fuck Yang senseless and watch her squirm and flail beneath her, was at war with the half that wanted to flee, to abandon this because it wasn't her right to do this, to turn her powerful, protective bodyguard into a mewling submissive kitten.
Said kitten was reduced to pawing at the bedsheets again, grasping whatever she could and pulling it back and forth as she tried to get used to the sensations. But then she noticed Weiss had stopped. Inwardly she was disappointed that there would be more teasing it seemed, but at the same time, it gave her a chance to try and calm down again.
"Still doing okay down there?" Weiss was panting, caressing one of the shins by her face. She was finally coming back to herself, but now felt a bit nervous about forcing herself any deeper into the hole below her.
Again nodding, she tried to reach out for her hand, letting out another content hum when it meant her position was slightly adjusted. Tensing her muscles around the object to feel it even more made her let out another moan as well.
"D-deeper…" she begged. "I told you, I like 'em big…"
"You did," Weiss said with a weak little chuckle as she adjusted her position, kneeling closer. "Well… get ready for your prince." Then she thrust forward, feeling another inch slide into Yang. It amazed her how she could actually feel it moving, despite the fact that it was not truly her own appendage!
Of course, that was what Weiss was feeling. For Yang, it was even more intense. That extra inch made her moan yet again, another high pitched mewl that was so unlike her. But who could blame her? Her prince's length was big in both length and girth, bigger than she had handled before.
At long last, the hilt of the harness bumped up against Yang's hindquarters. Weiss was all the way in.
"Ooh… Yang, h-how does that feel? I mean, describe it to me…" She honestly wanted to know. She always wanted to know how doing these things affected her girlfriend, since her anatomy was different. That topic was endlessly fascinating. Besides, she wanted to make sure they were both enjoying themselves.
Yang had to think for a moment. How could she describe such a thing? It was a difficult task, considering there was so much going on in her head. She felt filled, first of all. That was probably the most important detail. In fact, she swore if it was much longer it would have been going toward her stomach, it certainly felt that way at least. But then she considered how such a girth felt against her inner walls. Snug, huge, setting the nerve endings alight. But she couldn't leave Weiss unanswered.
"Big…" she started, voice to a quiet and needy whisper. "So very big… Like you’re filling me up completely."
Nodding to acknowledge she heard her, even if she could only partially understand due to remembering what Yang felt like inside a very different area, she began to draw back outward. "And… this?"
There was a gasp that served as some immediate way to describe how it felt. It was something incredible as she felt the inner walls close up straight after she pulled away, knowing they'd be forced open once more when she pushed forward.
"F-Feels good…" She half closed her eyes. "I c-can feel it moving…"
"God, I would hope so!" Weiss couldn't help but burst out, still watching the blue length emerge in complete amazement. This was really happening. She was really doing this to Yang, and it was actually working. Once all the way back out, she tried to shift forward again - and this time, doubling the slow speed from before. Hoping to find out if her lover’s body was ready for her to begin in earnest.
"Haaah!" A much louder, more feminine moan this time. Just as expected, her inner walls were forced open again, accepting Weiss back into her warm body with ease. Yet more surges of pleasure passed into her extremities, her heart racing - and this was without even hitting her spot yet!
Panting from the effort of maintaining such a slow, gentle pace without any sudden moves, Weiss licked her lips as she persisted in her efforts. All of this was made so much more difficult by how turned on she was! Watching Yang taken like this, knowing it was by her own hand… never had anything been so exciting for her eyes. And all the while, Yang continued to moan delicately and softly. In their slow pace, there was no reason to be screaming just yet, even if at times she felt like she needed to. It was just so incredibly good!
Able to sense Weiss was trying even harder to look, she attempted to give her a show as best she could, letting one of her legs leave her shoulder so she could spread them apart further, allowing her diva to monitor her work. And a quiet "ooohh" fell from Weiss's mouth at the sight of Yang opening up even more for her. Her hand reached down and brushed over her sack, over the member that was now almost completely soft. Again, she came away with a tiny bead of dew, so she brought it up to her lips and took it inward.
"Mmmhhh," she groaned softly. "My princess is so delicious."
Now that there was a rhythm going, Yang could lay her head to one side, panting eagerly and in unison with each thrust inside. Even if she probably wasn't going to get hard a second time, it still felt equally pleasing in a different way. There was also a sick pleasure she took in knowing she was being taken while the remnants of getting off the first time were still across her stomach - and even more when she remembered a tiny bit was inside her, coating Weiss’s new cock.
"Wow, it's like… the best thing I've ever watched in my life," Weiss was sighing as her eyes dropped to how she was thrusting in and out of Yang in earnest now - not terribly fast, but there was a definite increase in speed. Now, each thud into her cavity caused her length to shift back and forth, her breasts to bob up and down. What she wouldn't give to be able to watch that forever…
'And I could,' she realized. The phone was still nearby. If Yang didn't protest… Swallowing down her nervousness, she paused in her thrusts just long enough to lean over and pick it up.
In the small moment they'd stopped, Yang quivered. Mainly since the simple action of leaning over had angled the phallus differently, it was now applying different amounts of pressure to different angles. Another part to the experience she was feeling. But more importantly, there was no protest. Yang continued to stare out blankly at the ceiling, and quiveringly moan.
“You are… a grade A perv,” she accused again weakly, even if she was grinning when she said it. “And you’re… supposed to be such a good girl!”
Straightening back up with a gleeful grin of her own, the pop star aimed the phone down at her girlfriend. "Ready to make some movie magic, my princess?" she asked in a hushed voice, biting her lip afterward. Bracing to be told that this was too far, to accept it without feeling too disappointed.
But there was nothing of the sort. Half of the blonde’s mind was screaming internally, wanting to quickly bat the phone out her hand and refuse. But rational thought was kicking in more. Weiss already had a few photos, even a short video clip of her in her phone. What was this going to change? The only thing it would do is give Weiss more things to turn her on… which in her book, wasn’t a bad thing in the slightest.
Nodding her consent, she laid her hands down beside her head again, trying to resist the temptation to grasp at the sheets. That wouldn't make a good video.
The instant she nodded, Weiss began recording. She wanted as much as she could get. For a minute or so, she simply kept thrusting into Yang, watching her writhe and groan. It was so good! And Yang couldn't seem to get enough; the last time she had prodded her there, it hadn't taken long before she finished. But then again, it was easier to prod that very particular area with her fingers than with the dildo.
Speaking of which… clearing her throat, she asked, "So, princess… tell me how you feel with your prince inside you."
This was all for the recording now. She wanted to remember how Yang felt rather than just hear it. And what footage she would have of that! Maybe she would ask Weiss to send this one to her phone, as well. Already with the increased speed she was completely covered in sweat, barely able to think rationally at all. Finally turning to look at the camera, she licked her lips, saying between her moans.
"Y-You're so big… I-I feel… a-amazing."
"I wish I could feel you," she sighed in response - then ducked her head in embarrassment. That wasn't something she intended to say while the video was going, but it was honest, for sure. "You're such a tight princess! Who wouldn't want to feel you?"
"Hah!" There was a sudden gasp from her. Weiss had hit that spot, the spot she assaulted with her fingers back on the bus. It was a lucky shot, yes; but she made sure to tell Weiss as she had to grasp the sheet instead. Caught on camera. "T-There! G-Go harder!"
That was the signal; Yang had felt it hitting her just right inside. The angle was a little harder to maintain, but she did her best, thrusting up and in instead of just straight forward. She also lowered the phone to just above the area in question, slowing right down to give a clearer picture of what was going on for the camera. The sight of the thick blue length sliding in and out of a perfectly-tightened hole was as erotic on the screen as in real life.
And alongside it were Yang's needy and higher-pitched moans accompanying them. Additional tingles were sent through her body, all caused by that small gland inside her, getting attacked over and over by the thick blue intruder. This time it wasn't as intense, given that the stimulation wasn't direct. But with everything else, it was just as pleasurable.
And feeling her legs starting to quiver again, she could feel what was coming. Already she was getting close! All right there on camera.
While Weiss was panning up to show the jiggling package above her penetration, and then the glistening smears of leftover essence on her stomach, she noticed the higher pitch and glanced up to see Yang's face had become a mask of near-ecstasy. Pulling back her arm, she framed as much of her as she could in the shot, then ramped up her speed as much as she felt comfortable doing. After all, she still didn't know how hard was "too hard".
"Yeah, that's it, my adorable little princess - come for me!" she urged, reaching over to grasp one of her feet and bend her leg further backward. Open her up more. She wanted to do the same with both legs, but it wasn't possible with one hand busy.
It was more than enough to finish the job. Live on camera, her legs were quivering uncontrollably, hands grasping at the sheets again as the intense orgasm took over her. Another loud and shaky moan was the main signal, along with the muscles of her rear end clamping and relaxing onto the phallus over and over again, squeezing whatever they could out of it.
And eventually, she went slack, resting against the bed and panting heavily. There was little more she could do, not when she was only seeing stars.
"So good…" That was all Weiss could say as she watched Yang try to recover. Her body had been through a lot ever since they took off the beautiful hanfu. One final time, she pushed all the way into Yang and leaned down to kiss her cheek tenderly - still recording the kiss and the spent look on Yang's face all the while. If she was a little out of focus or framed poorly, who cared? It was only for the two of them to look back on fondly.
"Princess Yang did beautifully," she cooed. "She was a good girl, and her prince loves her, and is proud of her."
"Oh… Hoooh…" Closing her eyes, she barely had enough energy to wrap her arm around Weiss, just to show she was there. She didn't even realise that things were still recording, that the phone was right near her dazed expression. All she did was start to smile. "That's… that'll do it… holy shit."
"That'll do, what?" Weiss goaded gleefully, humming at the feeling of Yang's arms around her.
Taking a moment to calm her breathing down, she whispered with a dazed smile, "That'll do, my prince. I'm more than satisfied."
And so was Weiss. Kissing Yang on the lips one time, she then looked over at the phone and smirked as she thumbed the screen to stop the recording.
Her princess was blissfully unaware, only kissing back very slowly and softly. It was fairly obvious she was exhausted. But there was one thing she needed to do while it was still comfortable, which became obvious when she tried to bring her legs close to Weiss again, and push her down. She needed the phallus out.
And Weiss was inclined to oblige… but something stuck with her. The sight of Yang getting hard again earlier; even if she didn't get back to full strength as she was before she finished, she also didn't remain completely flaccid. In fact, she could feel the tiniest bit of firmness between their abdomens; one she had remembered from brushing up against Yang once or twice and finding that she was just barely beginning to stir. If she worked on it enough, she could probably get Yang going for a second round. The only question was, would it be in both of their best interests?
"You doing okay, baby?" she asked as she laid the phone aside, kissing her lips again.
"K-Kinda…" She said between kisses, still attempting to push Weiss back out of her again. But it was no use just hinting, she sensed that Weiss didn't understand at all. Parting their lips, she laughed nervously. "C-Could do with you out of my butt, though… Unless you don't want me to get you?"
"Not yet." That was a very slight bending of the truth; tonight, she didn't want Yang to get her at all. "Actually… I wanted to try something else." As she leaned back, still deep within Yang, she began raising one of her legs upward.
"W-Weiss?" she began to ask, feeling her lover continuing to manipulate her however she chose to. "W-What are you doing?"
Scooting to one side so she was straddling Yang's other leg, she continued to spin her on the blue implement, eyes wide with fascination at how easily it turned inside of her. "Just… trying something for a second."
Feeling things slide around inside her made her shiver yet again. Different areas of her were being touched again, different amounts of pressure on her inner walls. Shuddering one more time when she was moved to lie on her front, she looked back around. "T-Trying what?"
"Hmm…" Weiss's hands clamped down on her hips and yanked her upward roughly until she was on her knees. "There. I should be able to get some good leverage this way."
Then, without waiting for Yang to respond, she drew back and pushed back inward once more. Testing this position. In surprise, she yelled out loudly. She was still going?! Beyond anything she expected when she first stepped into the bedroom, she was going to be taken a second time? Could she even handle that?!
"Ohhh, yeah," Weiss sighed as she got into a rhythm again. "This will do nicely." But she knew Yang had been used in this way a lot before; put on her knees and taken from the back, ridden relentlessly without engaging with her face-to-face. She knew that the blonde liked it, but it also made her feel somewhat secondary. And she knew how she wanted to make up for that.
Leaning down, she kept thrusting as she pasted her own warm stomach against Yang's back, her nipples against her shoulder blades. One hand was needed to hold part of her weight up off of Yang, but the other began teasing Yang's large, soft chest with nimble fingers.
"Weiss! W-W-WhaaaaAAAH!" Yet again, she was to be fucked relentlessly. That's what this was, it was fucking. Much like Yang had done to her mouth on previous occasions, what they'd done with each other on that day Penny's parents were out. But this time it was her that was receiving everything. The pleasure coming from feeling her chest being played with was yet again putting her into another pleasure filled daze, and she could only enjoy it.
And now that they had established what was going on, Weiss did not stop, did not let up; her thighs were going to be quite sore in the morning, but she wanted this to be the best night of Yang's life - much like the time she had taken Weiss's virginity was the best of her own. Therefore, she finally used her other hand to reach up and grasp a fistful of Yang's blonde hair and jerk her head back roughly so she could whisper in her ear.
"I want to… f-fuck you hard." She sounded nearly as needy as Yang did, given that she was uncomfortable saying things like that. "But… I want you to want it, too. Do you? Do you want this?"
All Yang was able to do was pant and groan. Being pulled and messed with was what she was used to previously, and yes, she did enjoy it. But the fact it was Weiss doing it was making it even more pleasing tonight. Since usually Weiss was the bottom, the smaller person who would try to be in charge, but rarely was. But now that she had actually taken control, she wanted it more than anything.
"Yes," she whispered. "D-Do it… F-Fuck me as hard as you can!"
That was all she needed to hear. The diva's hips began to move as fast as they were capable, faster than she thought she would dare move something in and out of such a sensitive little hole. Releasing Yang's hair, she leaned back to watch the process with eager eyes, finding a fresh wave of arousal pulsing between her own legs at the vision laid out below her. Maybe she did love having Yang inside of her, or riding her as they had done a moment ago… but she could definitely see the appeal of bending her over this way. Why so many of her previous partners had wanted to gaze down upon her silky back, the fleshy moons of her backside as they rippled from every thrust between them.
Simply beside herself, Yang had to hold on for dear life. She really was being pushed to the limit, feeling such a thick and long girth widening her over and over, like it was splitting her open! But she couldn't just have that alone, not this time. She needed more.
Managing to support herself with one arm, she very shakily raised her hand, heading downward to between her own legs. Even if she could barely keep herself still enough to focus, she managed to grasp her soft length, starting to try and pump it to get it hard again. Still sore from earlier, these efforts were almost painful, but she persevered. The pleasure was enough to numb it down.
"Y-you don't have to do that, princess," Weiss panted once she noticed Yang was manipulating her own cock. Of course, it was also quite enticing to feel her go to town on herself while being ridden… so for the moment, she simply caressed Yang's soft cheeks with both hands, gripping them occasionally.
"I-I… H-have to!" she mewled, feeling the length take little to no time to harden again. Then she really could begin to pump hard. The dull ache mingling with all the pleasure she was getting added to it, made everything even more intense. Everything was intense about this.
She couldn’t take listening to that anymore. It was too difficult, too… what was the word she was searching for? Sad. Somehow, Yang having to get herself off was really hot, but there was also an injustice in that. So she reached down to Yang's hand, which was already moving at blazing speed.
"No, I m-meant… you don't have to," she clarified.
Even more shocks for this evening. Not only had Weiss continued things even after she had came, and made her internally orgasm a second time from stimulating her butt alone, but she was also going to make her come one more time. And completely by her hand. This was entirely new. No one ever offered her this service while doing such things to her rear end, and were usually annoyed or disgusted that she'd asked. But the knowledge that now she could ask it of her girlfriend was moving. It brought tears of joy to her eyes.
And eventually, she agreed to Weiss's offer, releasing her hand. "T-thank you! Fuck… thank you, Weiss! Nnnhhh!"
At that moment, Weiss realized that she may perhaps had bitten off more than she could chew. This angle was not the easiest with which to jerk Yang off - and she was having some difficulty maintaining her thrusting speed with an arm wrapped around that way. It was possible, but not easy, and she knew she wasn't pulling out quite as far before thrusting back inside anymore. But that was no longer the focus. Now…
It was the white-hot cock in her hand. Yang was so much spongier than usual, and she could feel it throbbing, feel the skin burning! Maybe it was because they had kept things going after finishing, or just doing this twice so close together. She had no way of knowing, but she didn't need to. She just wanted to keep going.
As it all continued, Yang could feel her heart rate intensifying. Much like the thrusts Weiss was delivering to her poor, tortured ass, her heart was beating hard and fast. She could practically feel it thumping out her chest. That along with the length pummelling her insides over and over was putting her poor body through its paces tonight.
It didn't take long for her to start quivering yet again. She was close already, shaking over and over in Weiss's grip as her breath picked up it's pace. "P-prince! It's… It's coming! F-fuck, Weiss, I'm gonna mess up your sheets real bad!"
"Oh sh-shit!" the pop star yelped when she heard that. Washing the sheets would draw attention; she'd have to do it herself, sending them out to the laundry would run the risk that someone would notice the stains! However, the knowledge that Yang was so overjoyed was making it hard for her to care; the throbbing cock in her hand was almost ready to spill its seed.
Therefore, she simply tried to wrap her other hand around the front of Yang's cock, hoping she could possibly catch the load. It might be too much to ask, what with how wildly both her hips and her other hand were moving by now, but it wasn't completely impossible.
And for the final time this evening - at least she hoped so for her mind's sake - Yang shuddered violently again with the force of her climax. She assumed she was going to tear holes in the bedsheets by how tightly she was hanging on to them, pulling at them to try and hold herself together. Not that it was possible, anyway.
"F-FUCK!" It was a fairly loud yell; not enough to alert people beyond those four walls, luckily, but enough to tell Weiss she was done. That was if the throbbing length in Weiss's hand didn’t do that job for her, or the fact her member was shooting its seed straight into her other hand. Usually going twice in one go would mean barely anything was produced, but being stimulated this way made this shot nearly as copious.
But after three orgasms already, including the ass-only one, it was taking its toll on Yang, whose arms were weakly shaking with the effort of holding her up once the waves of pleasure had finished.
"O-ohhhh," Weiss managed to gasp as she felt her hand being filled. The feeling was a little unsettling, somewhat like pumping softsoap into it, but it was so warm… once Yang was finished, she pulled said hand back up to stare.
Her stomach churned when she saw. What was she supposed to do with this now? For some reason, even though normally she would be thrilled to have it splashed across herself, even her face, with it being already "spent" it wasn't the same. Therefore she simply cupped it into a careful fist, one that remained upright and not tightly clenched so it wouldn’t ooze out the sides.
"Alright, Princess," she began shakily. "Are you, um, ready? I'll pull this out if you are."
Managing to nod slowly, Yang found herself falling forward anyway. She couldn't help it, not when she could feel her arms giving way. But until Weiss pulled out herself, she resisted falling completely against the sheets. It may cause damage if they drew out too fast, after all. So Weiss slowly eased out of her lover's body, taking great care as she moved so as not to wound her fragile flesh. Once free, she rushed to the bathroom and took off the harness, dropping the entire thing into the tub and ran it under the faucet as she washed her own hands. Washing the strap-on would seem less daunting later if it was already partly clean.
When she returned, When she returned, Yang was lying on her back, still heard loudly panting for breath. Thankfully she'd managed not to stain the sheets with the remnants that were on her stomach, but was still far too weak to clean them off herself.
"Well, that is definitely an activity I never anticipated doing in my lifetime. Are you alright?"
“Hah,” was all Yang said. In fact, she was even too weak to give a proper answer, and just ended up nodding instead of trying again.
"Awww," Weiss cooed when she saw just how exhausted the bodyguard seemed. Then she tiptoed a little closer, snatched up a tissue from a box on her bedside table and began dabbing at her stomach. "My poor little princess is all tuckered out."
Not even able to nod anymore, the dazed eyes of her lover were finally beginning to close. Three orgasms in one night had certainly taken its toll on the poor girl, especially when she didn't expect any at all. Once her eyes were closed and Weiss had finished dabbing the last of her semen, there was a small, groggy sentence.
"Sorry I can't get you back…"
"Get me b- oh! Yang, you don't have to worry about that tonight!" Laughing very slightly, she disposed of the evidence and crawled onto the bed next to her, curling an arm around the mostly-clean stomach. "Tonight was… about you. To tell you the truth, I was thinking about asking to use that on you ever since I ordered it, but wasn't sure when I would get up the courage to try, o-or if you were interested. Then I saw you in that dress, and you looked so… so perfect, and regal…"
"Hmm…" There was a contented hum once Weiss had cuddled up to her again. No further efforts to move, only listening…
And thinking. She thought once again about all that happened the past week; passing comments and phrasing. Yet again, about that specific word: love. Weiss had mentioned it once more in their play. Of course, in character, but it was still said. 'Prince loves his princess'. It was pretty solid in Yang's mind now that she felt the same way. That she loved Weiss truly.
She just needed to tell her. But it wouldn't be tonight. Not when all that remained from her after a few more minutes was just a quiet snoring. The last of her consciousness had drifted away for the evening, leaving her sleeping by her prince's side.
Except Weiss wasn't quite ready to sleep. Once sure Yang was out, she snatched up the phone and wormed her hand down the front of her underwear, bringing up their recordings. Though she only worked herself into a frenzy once, and it didn't take long after all that multisensory teasing, it was an explosion of joy that rivalled all the other ones Yang had brought about.
And when it came down to it, she was responsible for that one, too.
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