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She Wants The Dust
By : RWBYRemnants
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Chapter List
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This Chapter: Freezerburn: sparring, power play, grinding, consent play, degradation, blowjob, fingering, penetrative sex, anal teasing, coming inside.
"HAH!"
The shout pierced through the air as Weiss Schnee did several backflips away from her opponent, legs bent slightly and arms raised to attack, platinum ponytail swishing back and forth. A few strands had come loose and were hanging even lower in front of her face than usual, and she blew a gust of air upward to remove them from her own sight.
"Is that all you've got?" the heiress demanded haughtily. "Please! I've seen Pox Grimm with more bite than that!"
"Oh yeah?!"
Yang Xiao Long was her opponent. Arms raised in her signature position, she began to make her way back toward the heiress again, moving her legs in rhythm and keeping her centre of gravity low. She wasn't going to be caught out this time.
"How's THIS for bite?!" She threw her body weight from one side to the other, throwing a powerful punch in the heiress's direction in the hopes of impacting with her chest or stomach. This really was intense training. Yang had taken a few hits, as had Weiss. If either if them had weapons, it would undoubtedly be a fatal match.
Weiss was just able to throw herself to one side to avoid the blow, but it still pulled against the light shirt covering her stomach. Dancing back further, she shot another arm out in her sparring partner's direction, hoping to connect her elbow with Yang's forehead.
Which she did with no problem. What was wrong with the blonde today?! Usually she could take these hits, or dodge them, no problems. But here, there was no such luck. Weiss was bruising her all over her, managing to dodge all of her moves and deliver her own. This was too much.
"Stay still!" she bellowed at the tip of her lungs, spinning to perform another rolling punch.
This time, the heiress caught the wrist of the punching arm with her own forearm - and they both winced in pain, but it was still a successful deflection. Dropping down, she flicked out her leg, attempting to sweep Yang's out from under her. Which she did so with ease. Why did she leave that exposed, again?! Right away, she blonde fell forward, cheek making contact with the ground as she fell. Even though this was just training, it took her a fair while to regain her strength to stand again.
"Yang, perhaps you should take a breather," Weiss said reasonably, dancing back and forth to show off her light footwork as she kept a wary eye on her opponent. "Your skills and perceptions are lacking today."
The blonde only began to growl loudly, quickly placing her hands either side of her head as she threw herself back to her feet. Right away, she made a dash for her battle partner, holding a fist up high to get ready for yet another punch to impact.
Something was off. This time, Yang was far more aggressive rather than balancing her attack and defence. It was as if her body only carried aggression. Perhaps extra testosterone? This time, Weiss didn't even bother to trip her, or to otherwise retaliate; she simply side-stepped deftly, delivering a very glancing blow to her back to send Yang staggering toward the wall at full speed.
That blow was enough to knock her off balance, to send her straight into the ground again. This time, sliding face first a fair few feet across the ground until she finally stopped by the wall. She couldn't hit her, she couldn't lay one hit on the heiress at all. How was this possible?
"C-cheat!" she yelled, struggling to haul herself to her feet again. "I-I won't be… beaten!"
"Apparently, you will," Weiss laughed lightly, even though she was starting to get a bit worried. "Seriously, do you want a drink of water? A nap?" Tittering, she folded her arms over her chest. "Perhaps your blankie?"
"You… don't you dare!" Once more, she prepared herself, this time running forward and ducking low, delivering this time a rolling kick around to attempt to sweet the heiress off her feet. But of course, to no avail. It was no use, Yang was no good at quick. She was better at brute force.
However, she did succeed in throwing Weiss off slightly - causing her to stumble in her haste to dance away. Though she recovered quickly, it had cost her a few precious seconds of concentration.
"I'll show you who needs a blankie!" she yelled. And this time, there was a rather new move. This was no longer a training match; this was getting even. Yang dashed toward the heiress, launching herself forward with her arms out stretched as she tackled her to the mat, very quickly placing one if her hands on her cheek to hold her face against the floor.
"Look who needs a nap now, huh?!"
"RGH!" Weiss grunted, hands raising up to pull at Yang's arm. Of course, the blonde brute had the advantage of sheer strength, but there had to be some angle she could work, wasn't there? After a few seconds of fruitless struggling, she snapped, "So you caught a lucky break; the odds were in favour of it after that many blunders!"
"Oh really?! Well looks like I got you under my thumb, huh?!" she asked again, pressing more of her body weight on top of the smaller woman. This time, her hips pressed right into the heiress's rear end, thrusting themselves forward. This time, there was something rather hard between her legs, the cause of her mistakes.
She had taken a vial of the Dust.
At that, both of the heiress's blue eyes shot wide in complete shock. Firstly, it wasn't all that insane for her to have tried the Dust formula; they all had access to it now, after all. Much more surprising was that she hadn't noticed before now - and also, that she hadn't noticed Yang was aroused. For that matter, how could Yang be aroused at a time like this? They were fighting each other! Slamming each other's faces into the floor, apparently! What sense did it make for her to be in the mood to do such things? Then again, Yang was a very… physical person. Hands-on. Of course activity like this would work her up into a lather in more ways than one.
"You've got me under… more than just your thumb ," Weiss growled, shifting her hips back and forth teasingly for just a second before going still again. "How… much of our match did you fight in that condition?"
Although what was currently being teased was hard, Yang was very aware of another factor of her sex. It wasn't completely hard yet. She knew that although her sex wasn't as big as Weiss's, it was very hard when it was aroused. Perhaps she could taunt with that was well.
"Half of it, probably. But you think that's hard? This is just a semi," she stated, pressing her hips against the woman's rear once again so she could feel it more firmly against her.
"This is obscene, you know," Weiss snapped at her, lowering her hands to the mat and attempting to push her body up and off. "NHH! We're in the middle of the gym, sweating and nasty, and you… wow, that’s hard…"
It was true that Yang wasn't fully erect, but plenty erect to make it impossible to miss – and if that was only half-mast, she was impressed. Already her own body was responding to it. That wasn't intentional, of course, but how could she resist with such an appetising length of flesh right up between her cheeks?
"You bet," she growled, only pressing more of her weight down onto the girl as she tried to escape. One hand began to take advantage of the situation whilst she was pinned, as it reached to her hip, and then inward. "Let's just say, he doesn't like being called a baby."
"W-well, he hasn't grown up fully yet, has he?" There had to be a way out - a legitimate one other than asking Yang to stop. Obviously if she did, she would, but that was a cowardly way out when they were both capable fighters. Wriggling to one side and ignoring the exploring hand, she grunted, "That means h-he's a baby. Little baby Xiao Long."
Weiss was walking on a very thin line. Talking trash to her in a normal situation was one thing, but when she had just had the adrenaline rush from battle, especially from taking so many hits; it was asking for trouble. But she had a point, this was in the middle of the gym. They would get caught, easily. But there was another option.
"Careful, Daddy's girl. Or Mr Xiao Long might have to take you under the bleachers and teach you a lesson."
Half laughing and half exasperated from her inexplicable arousal, the trapped prey called over her shoulder, "You cannot be serious! Really, like this? I'm slightly damp, and you're covered in sweat and dirt and who knows what else! What makes you think I want to touch your clammy cock?!"
"What makes you think I'll let you touch?" she immediately responded, now rolling her hips forward to bash onto the heiress's again. Each time was making her arousal grow harder, and it wouldn't be long until she really was fully aroused. "After all this, you'll be lucky if you'll be able to walk, Schnee."
Her anger simply kept rising, even as her arousal did. Not only did Yang want her, but she needed her so badly that she was going to forego all the niceties in favour of what could only be described as "a cheap and dirty fuck". And Weiss couldn't help but love the idea as much as she despised it.
"Oh, really? Is that so, you brute? How are you going to get me behind the bleachers? I might run away. In fact, I might pin you; do something to you instead. What then?"
"That a challenge?!" She exaggerated that word by once again rolling her hips forward, pressing the ever hardening length right between her cheeks. She couldn't wait much longer to get there, to really teach Weiss a lesson. "Oh… you like this. I don't think you'll be running away. Who knew the Heiress of the Schnee Dust Company liked to be slammed down to the ground, huh? Have a cock grinding against her ass?"
The comment about her liking the rough treatment only inflamed Weiss's irritation. Glaring twin daggers, Weiss looked over her shoulder and haughtily snapped, "What cock? I don't feel anything. Obviously yours must be defective."
This was only fueling her anger even worse. Considering she had yet to use her sex just yet, the comment about it not working could even be true. Still, to let the Schnee girl know, she let out a low toned growl. "Watch it."
Not that Weiss planned on letting this happen in that fashion, if at all, but she had to admit that every thrust up against her backside made her ache to have the cock deep inside of it. As she had done for Ruby so recently. Her sex was already responding, but there was also a tingle in her other entrance.
"Like I said, what can I watch if there's nothing there?" she goaded, face flushing deep red and wind rushing in her ears. "You don't have the stones to go through with it, anyway!"
"THAT'S IT!" she yelled at the top of her voice, launching herself off the girl, only to grab her by the arm roughly as she paced toward the bleachers, dragging her with her rather quickly. Once beneath, she was quick to shove Weiss back on the floor, only to then place her foot on her chest, keeping her down.
"You are so going to regret trash talking me!"
"HEY- OOF!" Growling, Weiss looked from the foot in between her slight breasts back up to Yang. "How dare you step on me with your giant dirty feet like this! It's... so degrading!" However, not all of her body had received the memo that this was a degrading situation. Licking her lips, she glanced over at the bleachers, then back up at her "captor". How far would she be willing to let Yang take this?
"Make me," the blonde growled, applying more pressure down against the heiress's chest once again. For such a comment about her new sex, she wanted to make her pay.
"So you think there's nothing there, huh?" Already she held the waistline of her shorts, tugging at the elastic. "Maybe I should give you a closer view, huh?"
Desperation prompted Weiss to do something she definitely did not want to do: she wormed a few fingertips under the arch of the foot holding her down and began to trace her nails all over the surface. Whether or not Yang was ticklish would soon be determined, or else the brute would make good on her threat to give Weiss an eyeful.
And she did squirm. If it was any other situation, Yang would have probably been laughing or even fallen over. But the pure anger from being talked to like trash powered her to continue in this way. She would indeed make good on her threat, as she moved her foot away, to the other side of her chest. Quickly lowering herself down, she sat on top of the heiress's chest, once again pulling at her waistline.
"Nice try princess, but no deal."
It hadn't worked; maybe Yang wasn't ticklish, or maybe she was just too determined to let any such thing distract her. Now it was going to be a lot more difficult to budge her substantial weight - all of it muscle and breasts. Already, Weiss could see the enormous bulge through the fabric of her shorts - smaller than hers on her "boy" days, but that didn't mean it was small at all.
"Oh yeah?" Her legs kicked up and she attempted to wrap her heels around Yang's neck, but she missed on the first try. That move wasn't easy to do with a heavy opponent on her chest. "So what, n-now you're... going to prove your manhood?"
"Let me tell you what's gonna happen, slave." Right away, she thrust her hips forward again on the heiress' chest, deliberately pushing her new manhood closer to Weiss's face. "I'm going to clean out that trash talking mouth of yours with this guy. Then I'm going to pin you down, and fuck you till you can't take any more. How's that for punishment?"
A flush crept into Weiss's face. It was two parts arousal to one part humiliation. She wasn't going to stand for this, even if her body wanted her to give in... because she knew it would be phenomenal.
"We'll see about that," she growled, digging her fingernails into Yang's thighs. Just because she wasn't going to try to throw her opponent off didn't mean she was going to just lie back and take it.
"Yeah. We will." The pain of Weiss's nails pressing her skin made her wince. But any additional pain the heiress would give to the blonde brute was only ammo for her 'attack' on her.
Of course, she would never do any of said things without Weiss's consent. But she knew the heiress well. Well enough to know if she truly wanted this to stop, she could send her to the floor with ease. At the present, it was too much fun to be the dominant party.
Continuing to lower her shorts, and then forcing her underwear down, her hardened sex was beginning to become visible. And such an action only made Yang smirk even more.
As the thick, smooth flesh came into view, Weiss turned her head away. Part of her really wanted to look, to show eagerness, but that wasn't how they were playing things - and it wasn't her instinct, anyway. Truth be told, from here she could probably have grabbed Yang's entire package and twisted it until she screamed in pain. Or at least screamed.
"What's that supposed to be?" Weiss continued to goad her, curious as to whether there was a point that would be deemed as "too far". If Yang were actually male, it would probably have already been too far, given how entitled most men could be. "A wart? A Rapier Wasp sting?"
"You're going to be telling me how it tastes in a minute."
Shifting her legs from where they were straddling her chest, she allowed herself to adjust her position, placing her feet either side Weiss' head in order for her to slide her shorts and underwear. Tossing them to one side, she returned straight away to the straddling position over her chest. Now her length was fully exposed. Rock solid, standing to order right in front of her face.
That was unexpected; Yang was half-naked already, and in the gym! The proximity made it impossible for her not to smell the mingling scents of arousal and sweat that clung to the length. They called to her lust, even as she tried to pretend they didn't, that she could care less what Yang wanted.
"You wouldn't dare," she hissed, knowing it was a hollow threat. Again, she kicked her legs up, but only succeeded in a very glancing blow off her back with both knees.
"Oh, but I would." She edged herself even closer to the heiress' face again. This time, one of her hands began to stroke the length of it, teasing her right back. "What's wrong? Too chicken?"
Instantly, Weiss felt her ire rise. "Excuse me? You think I can't do what I want, when I want? Please!" Her breath was coming faster, despite her efforts to keep it even. Add into that the desire her body was beginning to feel against her will, and she wasn't sure what would happen when Yang stopped teasing and actually pushed the glistening object up against her face.
"I think you're too chicken," she countered quietly. "I think it's fine and dandy for you to threaten and wave that tiny little flag of yours, but now that you have me here, you won't know what to do with me. Because let's face it..." And there, she allowed herself a haughty leer. "You couldn’t use yours the way I can. And the way I have. On you."
A comment about the size of her again, a comment about her ability to make good with her threat, and a comment about their previous endeavours. All of this created a lustful combination, fuelled by pure anger. So she did what she wanted to do, forcing her hips forward again to force the solid sex against her face. But that was only the first stage. The second was when she demanded, "Open wide."
A spike of pure shock shot through Weiss at the contact. There might even have been something like fear - but no, not quite fear. Adrenaline. She was being insulted and degraded, and wanted to fight back. At the same time...
The thick, warm skin felt very inviting against her face, despite the pungent scent. How long ago had Yang taken the Dust? How long had it been since she washed it? Neither of them had done anything sexual since that night with Ruby, because Weiss wasn't sure how she felt about that now. Not with Ruby expressing such an earnest affection for the heiress. If she was going to be a one-woman woman, didn't it make sense for her to at least try out monogamy?
And Yang hadn't asked questions. She got the feeling that she and Blake were plenty busy enough that Yang wasn't going to pry - especially since questions about the reasons for Weiss not being with her would probably lead to talking about her and Ruby being together, which Yang most certainly did not want to hear. Don't ask, don't tell.
So her lips were sealed - much as they were against the sweaty sex being pushed up against them. For now.
"I said," she began, drawing her hips back slightly again, the mass of skin sliding back over her face as she lined it up with the lips instead. It was a rather strange sensation. Unlike what she had felt before. Yes, Blake had used her hand on her cock before, but no one had used their mouth. This would be a new experience.
"Open wide!" she repeated, pushing her hips forward to slip her sex between the soft lips, attempting to force her to open her mouth.
Weiss experienced a thrill of vertigo when she realised that, much to her surprise, Yang really could force her mouth open with that part of herself. The salty tang was already filtering past her lips and teeth, even before she allowed her mouth to open. She shook her head back and forth, partly to continue playing her role, but partly to feel the skin slide over her lips. A primal part of her was already hungering to accept it, but her dignity, her pride as a Schnee, valiantly resisted.
She was in her mouth. Weiss had actually accepted it inside her lips, at least. Perhaps not completely willingly according to their play, but she was in regardless. What a strange feeling! It was warm, wet, soft… she kept going and the tongue she could feel against the underside only made the sensation even better. No wonder the men she had been with in the past asked her to do this! A sigh sounded from her mouth as she pushed in further, her hands grasping her partner's hair to keep her in place.
That's when Weiss understood that Yang wasn't going to stop. True, it was the natural progression of this situation, but she wasn't sure she could take such a thing all the way into her throat! Already, she was widening her mouth so her teeth didn't rake over its surface, accommodating Yang's girth. Where was her tongue supposed to go?! Once she figured that out, slipping it under, she felt Yang pushing even further into the back of her mouth, the strong flavour only growing stronger the more it was inside. It was offensive, much more offensive than her sister's had been, but she wasn't altogether sure she disliked the rich, heady palate - especially now that the wealth of her taste buds were only experiencing the salty sweat and not the additional arousal. The entire experience was... interesting.
And the sight was another experience for Yang to withhold. She had indeed taken Weiss when she had male genitals, looked up at her when she did so. But seeing it from her point of view this time was entirely different. The heiress's lips had enveloped her sex entirely, and they continued to do so as she pushed in and out of her, watching as her expression began to loosen the more she went on.
Not that she would continue for much longer. Finishing here would be too easy. It was only half of the punishment.
"Yeah, that's it," she growled, grasping her hair tighter. "You liiiike this."
The humiliation couldn't have been more complete. For Yang to have won over completely, and then to choose that moment to gloat when she could not speak in her own defense... it was unbearable. Glaring, she felt her eyes water from the tugging at her scalp as the meat pumped in and out of her mouth, sliding through into the back of her throat, and after a few more thrusts she even felt the soft sack underneath brushing her chin. Yang was really going to consummate her mouth and there was very little she could do to stop it.
But that didn't mean she was going to take it lying down. On one single thrust, she closed her jaw very slightly, just enough so that her teeth could be felt as Yang drew back out. A reminder that she might have been conquered, but she had not been tamed.
Such an action could not have come at a worse time. Yang was just about to let out another moan in pleasure, one that soon became a yelp in pain. The teeth grazing right against her sex just as it was at it's most sensitive had really put her off!
It was time to initiate the next part of her plan. Drawing herself out completely, she released the heiress's hair, backing herself back onto her chest again. She wouldn't let Weiss go just yet.
"You just made a big mistake..."
"As if you didn't make one already," Weiss half-coughed, not expecting the sudden withdrawal. She wanted to cry, to scream… to put Yang back in her throat. Or somewhere else. Instead, she settled for reaching around a muscled thigh and boldly grasping the saliva-slick length in her hand, tighter than she would have in another situation but not so tight that it was unnecessarily painful.
"What are you going to do, hmm?" she snapped. "With this?"
"Hnnn…" she couldn't help but growl once more, pushing her hips up against the hand. Now that it was wet, it only made the grip against it all the more pleasurable. It reminded her of one of their first times, when she first took Weiss with the fake phallus. They had to get that one just as wet to do the deed in question. Perhaps, she could repeat the action if it stayed this wet.
"Th-that depends…" she began. "Depends if… I feel like putting it in you where it was… or if I take your ass again."
"You really do seem to have an affinity for my ass." However, in the current mood boiling in Yang's veins, maybe that wouldn't be wise. What if Yang got too... vigorous , and forgot to take care in regards to the delicate nature of the tissue back there? Perhaps another well-placed taunt was in order. "I would almost think you're afraid to use it on my actual vagina for some reason."
"You think I'm scared of you?!" The plan was working. The taunting was indeed putting Yang off the idea of taking her ass again, and making her only want to take Weiss as rough as she could. Sliding herself down the woman's body, she kept eye contact with the heiress at all times, glaring.
"I can take you as much as I damn well please."
"I'll believe it when I feel it. If I even will." One last taunt to push her over the edge. Weiss knew she wasn't going to like what was coming, though her flesh might enjoy it anyway. Her body was practically screaming for Yang to get on with it! Part of her wanted tender kisses, thumbs to caress her nipples... massages, flowers, soft music. But she would be denied all of that on this occasion, and that denial was somehow just as much of an aphrodisiac as all those other things.
And she would feel it very soon. Especially as Weiss kept taunting her more and more. She was desperate or revenge, and her sex was desperate for release. So edging herself lower once more, she laid her hands on Weiss's own gym shorts, quickly pulling them downward along with her underwear, tossing them with her own.
And right away, she pressed a hand up against her sex, sliding her finger between the lips to feel the wetness that laid there. And to continue their teasing game. "You feel that? Huh?"
"Hhhahh!" Weiss couldn't help but moan, mouth hanging open. The frustration, the long sparring session and all the teasing, had apparently been driving her more wild than she realised. Their forceful play had got her soaked! Chest heaving, she snatched a hand at Yang's face and missed, flopping back against the floor weakly. Yang really had her now. "Y-you... of course I feel it, you dolt!"
"Yeah, well get ready to feel me!" she shouted once more, now reaching for both of her legs as she pulled them open, right away pressing her hips between them to prevent her from re-closing them. Her sex laid against the soft lips Weiss possessed again, and began eagerly grinding against them. This felt good. Really good.
And Weiss grudgingly agreed; it felt wonderful. In fact, it felt perfect , but she wasn't going to admit that aloud. The hands around her ankles kept her from doing anything further to retaliate, and her arms weren't long enough to reach anything.
Anything except...
"And I do feel you," Weiss grunted as her fingers trailed down to hold the sex against her own, feeling it slide over her yet more firmly with every increase of her own force. "Are you ready to feel me?"
She was. She was more then ready to feel the heiress. She was desperate for it. And so, pulling her sex back to better align herself with the entrance, she then quickly pushed herself forward, entering the heiress rather quickly and hard.
God, it felt amazing! A strangled cry loosed from Weiss as she was taken so roughly. It was unlike any other time, and she felt her head already going white with the overwhelming pleasure. How could Yang treat her so badly and make her like it all at the same time? It truly was a gift.
Yang couldn't help herself. When she pulled out slightly, she found herself having to force her way back in! Over and over again, without stopping. It was heaven. She loved every moment! Releasing the ankles, she instead moved her hands to Weiss's, pinning them either side her head as she began to push in and out quickly. She was going to make sure the heiress would take it.
And now Weiss was pinned. Trapped again, and unsure of how she felt about being slammed into over and over, partly against her will. Of course she had allowed it; she could have executed a few moves with her Semblance and thrown Yang across the room, but she had only been trying to break free with her physical capabilites alone. It had been a personal challenge, and she had lost.
Or had she? Really, neither of them were going to lose in this situation, so long as they both got to climax.
"You brute," she growled out between moans of ill-concealed pleasure. "You... dare take me like this! Disrespectful jerk! You dare shove your huge cock into me whenever you want!"
"Huge, huh? So you admit it's big!" she growled. That was a victory in it's own. After the comments of it being small, hearing the heiress finally admit it was actually large was an achievement to her.
And keeping the slamming against her up, she best attempted to angle herself to hit the special point inside. That was one advantage of having the experience with both sets of equipment; she knew what to aim for.
"FINE!" Weiss wailed as she felt herself being filled and stretched out, rocking in time with Yang. "Fine, you are big! Just... just not as big as I am! And don't you ever forget that, Xiao Long!"
Then, partly for stability and partly because a portion of her own heart craved the closeness, her legs wrapped around Yang's waist... but one of them went in an unexpected direction. Surprising herself more than anything, Weiss found that her heel was now resting comfortably between Yang's firm hindcheeks.
Such an action caused the brute's eyes to flare open, as she immediately stared down at the heiress. What was she doing?! Yang had threatened to take that area of Weiss again, and now Weiss was threatening her own?
But why did that feel... Good? Even more good now that it was her only entrance. There was indeed something deliciously dark about playing around back there. Just as there was something about watching the heiress rock back and forth as she continued to slam herself inside. This time, doing matching a hard thrust to go with her speaking.
"Who," One thrust. "Said," and another. "You, could, TOUCH?!"
That was a very harsh reprimand - but it had the opposite effect of what had been intended. Weiss was just about to withdraw her heel and apologise, even in the heat of their session. It was a weird thing to have transpired. However, the face Yang had made and the following punishment made her want to do anything but.
"No one!" Weiss snapped, panting and sweating and being jostled over and over. "I decide what I do! And I'm doing this!" Fully aware of her actions this time, she used her other foot to pull Yang wider, opening her so that the heel rested more solidly against the tiny, clenched opening. Even as she did this, she could feel the muscle flexing, voluntary or not.
"NNN! You... YOU... ARGH!"
Yang really as fighting a loosing battle. And things were only going to get worse for her. The more Weiss pulled her cheeks apart and exploded the tiny opening, the more she wanted. The more she wanted for someone like Blake to also be there, to begin poking her either with her finger or with the fake phallus.
She wouldn't give Weiss that satisfaction. Not when she was continually thrusting her most sensitive area inside over and over. And she wasn't going to give up. She was going to keep going until Weiss could take no more.
"Say my name!" she yelled, pressing herself down firmer against her. "If you're going to spread me like that, I want you to say my name!"
Swallowing thickly, Weiss's mouth remained shut as she tugged even harder, finding it almost impossible to open Yang up with her toes but determined to accomplish this ridiculous new goal. Especially since she could tell Yang was enjoying this. Very much more than she wished. Maybe the blonde couldn't tell, but the added stimulation to her rear opening was causing her to buck even more wildly into her lover, for every grunt to be suffused with twice the pleasure as before. It was making things better for both of them.
"S-say it!" she repeated, having to lick her lips to stop a moan from sounding out from them. The wider Weiss held her, the more vulnerable she felt down there. It was both awful, and delicious. But the blonde couldn't give up her fight so easy, couldn't just give in like Weiss wanted.
But nor was Weiss going to give in it seemed. Neither of them were going to get satisfaction from their battles. But both were to get sexual satisfaction. And Yang could feel the beginnings of a climax starting to build.
The same was true for Weiss; everything together was making this time much faster than her previous adventures with this anatomy. Even Yang's sack bouncing against her own rear was making her feel both dirtier and hotter. In the spirit of that, she ground her heel into the tight ring of muscle as hard as possible, wishing she could do more - that she could duplicate herself, walk around behind Yang and...
"Yang!" she gasped weakly, an evil glint in her eye. "Yang, you... want it back there, don't you? Want to be... taken from behind!"
"Nnn... NNN!..."
She was on the verge of instantly denying it, either so she would shut up, or so she would stop. But no matter what, she couldn't. She loved it. She loved each and every second. And the ring of muscle tightened and loosened under Weiss's heel with such demands. It was obvious.
Yang Xiao Long had lost this match.
"YES!" She confessed, trying to push back against the heel with each thrust backwards. Keeping her eyes tightly shut she continued. "I do… God, I do… I want it so bad!"
Weiss felt her heart leap up into her throat with that admission. Yang really did want it, and quite a bit more than she had been expecting! That information was filed away for later use. Of course, she was going to make use of it immediately, but this wasn't the type of thing you learned and only used once.
"Yeah, of course you do! You want a big hard cock in your ass! You want it to be mine, don't you?! You want me to take your virginity!" But she was already starting to moan from her orgasm - so soon! It was unbelievable! "YES! YOU WANT IT! YOU WANT ME SO BAD YOU CAN'T STAND IT, AND... AND I WANT YOU, TOO!"
As Weiss already began to orgasm, she could feel the inner walls tightening against her length. It was making each thrust firmer, tighter. It was bringing on her own. As was the dirty talk. It was entirely true; she wanted someone inside her, whether it was Weiss or not would be known later. But for now, as she felt the keep right against her, she called out loudly.
Finally, her thrusting disappeared. Apart from two firm, deep thrusts as far as she could get. Each one shooting the white fluid straight into her, depositing far into her body.
And her stomach rolled over when she felt Yang climaxing inside her. That was it; they had really done it. Weiss hadn't been thinking too deeply on it before that moment, so focused on the act, but she had let Yang orgasm inside of her. It was a point of no return in their relationship.
Finally, her own climax ended and she felt her mind stabilise, felt her heart begin to slow its beating. Her breathing evened out. And after all of that, she thought to lower her leg from where it had been teasing Yang.
"Whoo," she finally let out, completely limp against the floor of the gym. "That... wow..."
Unable to help it, Yang also went completely limp on top of the heiress's body, her head ending up by her neck as she couldn't help but nuzzle against it. At least this time, there was no rush for her to get out; all in their own time Yang could take herself out with no resistance.
"Wow's one word," she added, wrapping her arms around her to keep her close in her moment of altitude. "I... Heh... Yeah... Wow."
"Have I... done something to personally offend you?" the heiress half-laughed, half-panted as she caressed her back very weakly with one hand. "Because you... were even rougher than I expected that time. Not that it was necessarily bad, just... different."
"You.. Just kept winding me up. Saying more and more." In the girl's weak grasp, she managed to shrug. She truly had no idea what powered her to keep going so fast. Perhaps it was even sexual frustration.
In the end, she blamed their training. "Adrenaline, I guess."
"Yeah." Weiss went back and forth in her mind, even as she felt the thickness still lying inside of her body. At last, she decided to tell the truth. "Actually, that… wasn't the worst thing in the world. It set me off in ways I didn't think I could be set off!"
"So you did like it!" Yang finally teased, letting out a small chuckle as she finally placed her hands either side the heiress, preparing herself as she slowly slid herself back out of her, unable to help but let out a shakey sigh when the air hit her soaking wet cock.
A sickly groan of mingling grief and leftover pleasure drifted out of Weiss, and she reached down to grasp the dripping, ruddy length, stroking over it and her smooth sack. "Yeah, of course I did. Unexpected as it was today."
"C-careful…" Yang warned, wincing as she first stroked over the length of her. Such and action had made her very sore.
"Alright, alright," Weiss told her with just the slightest hint of tenderness to cut through her usual pride as she let her go and simply drew her in closer, wrapping both arms around her back. "Wouldn't want to damage the goods, I suppose."
"You'd know about that…" She couldn't help but chuckle again. This time, she rolled on her back to simply lay by the heiress's side.
After the encounter they had prior to this, she remembered that Weiss had headed back to the bedroom with Ruby. And Yang had noticed her sister had been rather quiet as of late. Maybe it was time to finally ask. "So... Did'ja find out what was up with Rubes?"
"Oh." Weiss wasn't sure how to respond. Should she tell Yang what Ruby had brought up to her? Was that fair to Ruby? Meanwhile, did she even want Yang to know about it? The subjects of being in love and possessiveness just didn't really suit the mood. "She just... was feeling kind of left out lately, apparently. We have both resolved to see that doesn't happen again."
"Left out?" It somewhat surprised Yang. She'd always known Ruby to be solitary in such matters. But that was before all this. "Is… she okay?"
"She'll be fine," Weiss reassured Yang, snuggling closer. "But maybe we should try to arrange more group activities. So she doesn't feel left out."
"Group activities... Like that first night?" she asked, wrapping her arms around the smaller woman as she continued to recover. Did she mean with or without Blake in this situation? As much as she agreed leaving Ruby out wasn't a nice thing to do, she didn't exactly want to leave out her new lover, either. Not to mention, it was the taboo of doing such things with her sister all over again. That was just awkward.
Although… she remembered a mission they had signed up for, in the Emerald Forest. Camping, monitoring the Grimm population. It meant they would be off campus, and all together.
"Perhaps next week? The camping trip?"
That made Weiss cock an eyebrow. "I... you would want to do that again? But I thought you weren't wild about us all being together at the same time. Familial ties and all that."
"I know, I know. But I guess... I guess if it'll help Ruby feel better, then I want to help out. It makes sense, right?"
"Wow, I... mostly meant maybe we could play Remnant: The Game or something, but... I guess that would definitely make her feel more included!" The very thought was bringing redness to Weiss's cheeks. She honestly believed that they were never going to have a repeat of that night again, due to their feelings about "sisterly contact". In point of fact, she was no longer sure how she herself felt about the idea... other than slightly aroused.
"Well... Anything to make you blush is a win win to me," the blonde teased, squeezing her slightly closer again. As long as the "No Naked" rule still stood between her and Ruby, she saw no problem with said activities in truth. And last time was rather enjoyable, even if it did end in her leaving the room whilst her sister lost her virginity.
But would it still be as enjoyable a second time?
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She Wants The Dust