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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: bathroom sex, fellatio, ball-fondling, cunnilingus, fingering, doggy style, light spanking, anal fingering.
A thousand thoughts plagued Weiss Schnee's mind as she walked back from class. It was bad enough that she was in a relationship involving more than two people, but that was only where her problems began! All she wanted was to drown her sorrows in a grapefruit from the cafeteria and hope to suddenly wake up from such a weird fever dream.
Alas, that was not to be; Yang had other things in mind. As Weiss passed the bathroom, the door swung open, only for a hand to grasp the back of the heiress's jacket, pulling her inside.
"Aaaah!" Weiss yelped as she found herself in another location. "Who is- Yang, what are you doing?!"
"We need to talk. Privately." And Yang had made sure they wouldn't be disturbed. She had managed to steal an "out of order" sign, and had wrapped that around the handle outside. But to make things even more secure, she locked the door, leaning against it.
And instantly, Weiss felt the beginnings of arousal building. This was not at all a conscious decision; simply being isolated with one of her lovers after a full day of classes brought it on. But she would not give in so easily.
"Yang, before y-you say whatever you wanted to say, I just want you to know... I'm going to the nurse this afternoon."
"The nurse?" Was Weiss ill? The nervousness in her eyes said something was definitely wrong. But then she remembered the obvious reason. "Ooooh... about your ding-dong?"
"Ding-dong?!" Taking a few deep breaths, Weiss struggled to remember that Yang wasn't being inflammatory on purpose. "Yes, about... that. It seems to be in perfect working order, even though I wasn't born with one. Still, it would be reckless not to have it looked over, wouldn't it?"
"Guess you got a point. You never know if it has some unknown effect. Smart thinking." Though that meant the possibility of her no longer having said part, if she desired. "So... big decisions?"
Shrugging, Weiss crossed to the mirrors and looked herself over. In every other way, she was female. Why had the Dust affected her in that way? Why had it simply changed that one part of her anatomy so completely without affecting the rest of her? She almost could have accepted it more readily if it was a complete transition into being male.
"Yeah. Big decisions."
"Well, whatever you decide, we're here for you. It's your body; do what you want to do." She smiled, even stepping away from the door to give her a quick, tight hug.
"Thanks," Weiss breathed against Yang's shoulder, soaking in the comfort of her nearness. "So... if you wanted to... alter our arrangement afterwards, that's also for you to decide."
The arrangement. That was the very reason Yang had dragged her into the bathroom in the first place. And with that, she pulled away.
"Actually... I wanted to talk to you about that."
"I'm sure you did," Weiss purred at her with a smirk. "What kind of talk are we having? Let me know if it's going to involve a change of clothes afterwards, I'd like to schedule my trip in my mind."
Yang's eyes slightly widened, cheeks flushing red. That wasn't at all what she had planned, for once. But the prospect was certainly a good one...
'For once, can you NOT think about what's between your legs and FOCUS?!' she thought to herself, shaking her head. Then she said, "T-This time, it's not that. I... I was wondering about the terms of something."
Again, Weiss felt wrong-footed. "Oh? What kind of 'something' is that?"
"Well... It's Blake."
"Blake," Weiss repeated, clearly not following. "If it's about her knowing Ruby isn't the only one I have an arrangement with, your secret's safe with me... though I hope you would know that."
"No, no, it's... this is so hard to explain." Closing her eyes tightly she attempted to rally her thoughts back together. That night, what Blake had said to her. What she said to Blake... What would she even say about this? Would she even agree? "I mean, you're partners with me and Ruby, right? But Ruby and I aren't together. Well... I was wondering how you'd feel if..." Swallowing again, she took a deep breath, before saying quietly, "If I was partners with you... and Blake."
"You want- oh. Ohhhhh. So wait..." Weiss paced back and forth slightly as she continued speaking. "Would it be the same sort of arrangement, or would she be entirely separate? Not that I have an opinion either way, I only want to know the situation."
"You'd be involved, so you do so get an opinion." Leaning back against the sink, she watched as the heiress paced. "It would be the same as our arrangement, except this time, it's me in the middle. A relationship with two people, cuddling, kissing... everything." Then came the news the heiress would probably not like. "But that would mean I would have to tell her about you and me already, uh, doing stuff. And that's what involves you, specifically."
"R-right," Weiss breathed. That part, she was less wild about. Already, Blake knew that she and Ruby were more than mere friends. Would that mean their fourth teammate would have to find out about her condition? Did she want anyone else to know about that? Perhaps it would be best to ask.
"What else would she have to be told?"
"If you're referring to that..." She gestured to her crotch area. "She wouldn't have to know about it. Not unless you and her... y'know. Did to me what Ruby and I did to you. But even then, if you don't want her to know, she wouldn't have to."
"Hah! That would be awfully hard to camouflage!" However, even as Weiss said that, she was starting to envision how it might be done. Wearing trousers, it could be implied that the implement was artificial. Blake need never know. That was something to contemplate later, though. Once she knew for sure that it would even be an issue. "As for you and she wanting to, um, do things, I can't imagine how I could object. You're both your own people, and you don't 'belong' to me, Yang. Thank you for telling me, though."
"Hey, there ain't no disloyalty here." She sighed in relief, getting up away from the sink again. "Aaaand... that was all I wanted to say, really."
"Alright, then. Thank you very much for your consideration." Turning away slightly, Weiss then remarked, "By the way... as long as we have this bathroom to ourselves..."
That was true. They certainly did have the bathroom to themselves. And if Weiss didn't have her appointment for a while... "You sure I wouldn't hold you up?"
"I'm only on my way to lunch; my appointment's for after classes." Ever since Yang had clicked the lock closed, Weiss had started thinking about it; other conversational points had driven that to the back of her mind, but it never left entirely. "Of course, we don't have to, and I'll understand if you're not in that... state of mind."
The more Weiss talked about it, the more she thought about it herself. The things they could do in there... the room was plenty big enough for them to stretch out the floor, or they could go against a wall. Or even seated. Images in her mind of the many different positions they could get into brought more and more heat to her cheeks, and between her legs.
"Well... I have been hungry for a hot dog."
After such a line, how could Weiss resist any longer? Leaning back against the sink, she folded her arms over her chest and said, "Are you really? I see no evidence to back up that claim."
"You're about to."
It seemed in that short moment, a wave of lust had swum over Yang. She needed her heiress. Needed her lover. And she barely even gave the woman enough time to get ready. Crouching down in front of the heiress, she lifted her skirt and then pulled down her underwear. Taking a short moment to stare at the semi-flaccid length, she couldn't help but let out a small laugh.
"Poor li'l man. Might be the last time I see you."
For whatever reason, even though the thought was morose, it only served to inflame Weiss's desire further as the open air hit the skin of her sex. Allowing her legs to slide a few more inches apart, she breathed, "Might be. Care to give him a... proper sendoff?"
"Hell yeah." Already, she trailed her hand up her legs, taking the longer route until she placed her hands upon the ever hardening flesh. There was another part that would also vanish if she were to have it reversed. Another part which Yang moved her hand up to cup in her hands. As she rubbed the surface of her sex, the other hand began to massage the soft balls in her fingers. "Almost a shame, really."
Swallowing hard, Weiss's breath slowly became more laboured as Yang gave her organ its due attention, head slowly falling back. "Mmhhh... yeah, almost is. I do... wonder how you feel when I touch you, but I can tell you that this feels fantastic."
"Well... we can always have a test run once you get the whole thing reversed. But for now, I have a meal to savour..." Once Weiss had reached an acceptable length, she leant toward her hardened organ. And her tongue was already out, pressing up against the head and beginning to lap away. Not one to leave the job half done, she continued to gently massage the heiress's small orbs beneath, trying to match it up with the movements of her tongue.
"Mmmhhh," Weiss breathed again as Yang took her length. The feel of her tongue around the head was just too good - so much so, in fact, that she felt her orgasm climb dramatically close in an appallingly short window of time. It must be more sensitive there. Overjoyed, she allowed one hand to fall and rest lightly against the crown of Yang's head, too fearful to grasp the hair but needing to initiate her own contact with her lover.
Thankfully, Weiss's grip was nowhere near enough to set off her semblance. Not this time anyway. But now was the time for them to take things up a notch.
Once satisfied with how wet the head was, Yang leant forward further, right away taking it into her mouth. Unlike Ruby, her movements were far rougher. There was more sucking for a start, her tongue was relentless, and occasionally she would move her head around, to predict the best possible angle for her to enter. She had a lot of experience, it seemed.
"O-OH!" Weiss burst out, slapping her other hand over her mouth immediately afterward once she had heard her own volume. "You... nnnff, Yang! How are you so, so good at this?!" Already, her hips were moving forward of their own will to meet the succulent lips of her girlfriend, thighs twitching in glee. Even though the daring of their act was making it that much more decadent, it truly was Yang's technique that was going to wring every last drop from her in a matter of minutes.
There was no answer. It was rude to talk with one's mouth full, wasn't it? And when Weiss started to push herself in and out of her mouth, it was becoming even fuller by the minute. Hands still massaging the perfect orbs below, another went upward, toward her rear entrance. It wouldn't be wet enough to enter, but perhaps teasing would at least do the trick.
Both of Weiss's eyes went wide. There, again?! "NO YANG, you can't do th- AAAHH! Okay, you can!" The overly-sensitive skin covering that muscle delighted at being toyed with. It was no use: the hand that had been at her mouth flew back to grab the edge of the sink to steady herself, lest she fall over at the most inopportune time. Yang really seemed to have a thing for that particular part of her, didn't she?
With the reaction Weiss gave each time it was toyed with, how could she not? Whenever she had touched it, or experimented with it, she was greeted by joyous screams, or further moans of passion. She thrived off it. Especially the night when she took her entirely from there.
But her focus had to remain on what was in her mouth, as she attempted as best she could to run her tongue all around her, coating the object in as much saliva as possible. The wetter she could make it, the more satisfied Weiss would be. Or, that was her logic.
There wasn't much more to be done. Weiss felt three parts of herself being punished by Yang's thorough care; perhaps her entrance wasn't to the degree it had been before, but it was still just enough to tip her over the edge.
"Yang! Yang, I'm... I'm going t-to... MMMHHHHAAAAHHH!"
Spurt after spurt of viscous love shot into the tall blonde's throat as Weiss held her head in place, her throbbing length as deep within as she could get. It was glorious.
Not expecting to be met with such fluids so soon, the blonde unfortunately choked, having to retract her mouth from the length to give herself more room to breathe. Once confident that the fluid was no longer flowing, she released the orbs from her grip, and took away the hand that was fondling with the small ring of muscle.
"Oh no, it's- YANG!" All Weiss could do was watch as she dripped all over the inside of her panties and down onto the bathroom floor. She was able to save her shoes and socks from being marked by the sheer width of her stance, of course, but that was little comfort. "What'll we do?!"
"Hey, relax. We're in a bathroom, plenty of paper to use to wipe this up." She said in regards to whatever hit the floor. But as for the insides of her panties, she was stumped. Unless... "Um, I guess you better take my undies."
As Weiss snatched a few squares of toilet tissue and used them to blot away the worst of her underwear, she remarked, "I'm sure mine will be acceptable enough to get back to my room, at any rate. However... maybe I will take your panties."
With no forewarning, the heiress began to back the blonde into the opposite corner as she pulled her underwear back up into place, shivering when they slid into place and smushed her own juices against her skin. A tiny smile pulled at her lips as she pressed her body flush with Yang's, looking up into violet orbs and breathing hard as she reached under her skirt.
"Just as I thought; you are thoroughly soaked."
Suddenly, fingers were pressing up against her panties. She hadn't expected the heiress to be so bold, at least not yet. But there she was, being even more forward than she had ever been before. It was one of the most erotic things she'd seen.
"Well... can you blame me?"
Weiss's delicate fingers pressed in harder as she began to rock them back and forth, grinning up at Yang's face which was obviously full of growing pleasure. Leaning up to press her lips against her ear, she whispered, "Get on the sink."
In no mood to argue, she closed her eyes, nodding as she obeyed her lover's wish and hopped back on the sink. The sudden dominating nature of the shorter woman was certainly getting her juices flowing, as it were. It was rather rare, at least when Yang was involved. Now wasn't the time to ruin it by making a comment about her height, no matter how tempting it was.
As Yang situated herself, Weiss quickly drew her panties down and off, draping them over the faucet before she began to kiss along Yang's inner thigh. Why was she being so forward? Okay, so Yang had given her a fantastic blow job, but that had also been her own idea. Was it because Yang was talking about bringing Blake in on their unconventional relationship? Perhaps. Perhaps Weiss simply wanted to show Yang that she was, indeed, important to her.
Meanwhile, Yang was in heaven. No previous partner had ever treated her in this way. With loving care, and gentle touches. Most of them took one look at her voluptuous body and treated her as an object. Even if she was the blonde powerhouse of their team with a killer rack, she still adored being treated with loving hands.
Weiss was never anything like the others. She knew that there was more to pleasing her than repeatedly thrusting a dick inside of her. And that in itself made her love their relationship all the more. It was flexible, it was loving. It was perfect.
Presently, Weiss left a long lick on the creamy skin as her mouth approached the waiting sex. Unbidden, the thought occurred to her: would she taste like Ruby? Not only because they were sisters, but because that was the only other vagina she had the pleasure of sampling before. Yes, she once possessed one of her own, but she'd never been in the habit of tasting herself.
There was only one way to find out. "You ready?"
"Oh you bet..." She purred, spreading her legs a little wider to egg her on. "Show me what'cha got, Ice Queen."
Wasting no time, Weiss pressed her mouth inward, drawing in the thick fluid from inside her partner with the insides of her lips. The flavour was sharper than Ruby's, and stronger, but still somehow more satisfying than she expected. She let out a heated breath through her nostrils as she savoured the moment, then drew in another one, letting the scent wash over her and double her enjoyment.
Sliding her legs onto Weiss's shoulders, the blonde couldn't help but grip onto the side of the sink, allowing a moan to pass her lips. She'd practised. That was obvious. She just had to shake the thought that it was on her little sister away.
"Yyyeeeaaaahhh" she sighed, leaning herself forward as Weiss continued to lick. Which she did with increasing speed. Every soft fold and wrinkle danced over Weiss's tongue for a minute until she worked up the courage to lick up toward the clit, tracing the very tip of her tongue around its circumference.
"Hah! Ah, Jesus, aaaah..." A quiver went through her legs, and one of her hands shot straight to the back of Weiss's head, holding her in place as she ran her fingers through it. She really was treating her like a goddess today! Delicate touches were already driving her wild... and she hadn't even entered yet!
"H-have I ever told you... you're the best I've ever had?"
"You have not," Weiss replied in a winded voice, pausing to lick along the soft lips again. "But the sentiment is appreciated, Yang. Now... what else shall I do with you? Oh, I know."
Then she began to glide two fingers along the opening, tracing up from her perineum to just below her clit, almost lazily. Being that they had already tried the "missionary position", she had a feeling Yang would not object, but she was also somewhat nervous about doing this when she had never even tried it on herself.
Fingers grinding so close only made Yang more eager for what was to come. It was making her even warmer, and possibly for her to feel, even wetter. Fingers didn't match with the size of Weiss's length for a long shot, but when paired with a tongue to her clit, she was sure this would be an experience to remember.
"God... You just know how to... get me going without needing to shove it in all the time."
Smirking, Weiss reminded her by saying it directly against her fragile, soaking flesh: "I've only done that once. Perhaps next time... I will again." And with those words, she thrust her middle finger in as deeply as it would go.
The thoughts went through Yang's mind once more. The many positions they could try one day. Against the door, on the bed, from behind. Even what she could do to Weiss again with the fake phallus. A mental image of the delicate, beautiful heiress, on top of her, riding the fake phallus crossed her mind again. 'God, I really have got a thing for that...'
But all the thoughts disappeared once a finger thrusted inside, forcing out a long, low toned moan. And when it drew out just so she could repeat the action, more moans began to follow, pouring forth into the empty bathroom.
"Mmmmm," Weiss intoned as she began to set a rhythm, feeling the subtle wrinkles and bumps along Yang's inner walls as she explored while she stimulated. "You're so warm inside... it feels very different when I'm using a finger." As she began to thrust harder and harder, the finger curled upward as she had felt Yang do to reach that odd knot of pleasure inside herself. Perhaps the same would work for the blonde's body.
"OH! YEP! BEST I'VE EVER- GYAH!" No one but herself had ever found that spot within her sex before. But Weiss was pumping away at it in a steady rhythm, brushing against the soft walls of her insides. It was sending ripples of pleasure through her veins, making her howl out louder and louder.
The increase in volume made Weiss duck her head. Apparently, she had indeed found the spot. As she continually prodded it, milking all the pleasure from the contact that she could for Yang's benefit, she began to form a deliciously evil idea... but she was unsure if she should really implement it or not. Maybe this was enough to be going on with - and besides, Yang was already making far too much noise as it was.
"Can't you keep it down?" Weiss hissed. "Do you need something to bite down on?"
"S-sorry!" She said in the midst of her moans. Her free hand immediately left the heiress's hair, shooting up to her mouth as she covered it, in an attempt to mask her moans. From the tone of the heiress's voice, this was far from over.
Another evil idea came to Weiss. Why was she so full of those today? Reaching behind Yang, she brought up the girl's own panties and handed them to her. "Muffle yourself." Then, without waiting for her to decide whether or not to obey such a command, she withdrew and added a second finger to the first before re-entry.
The blonde knew she had no choice. If she was going to muffle herself, she would need to use her own underwear for that task. But aware it would not only keep her quiet, but also satisfy the heiress to watch, she did as was asked without question, grabbing them and shoving them up to her mouth. And the first thing she had to do, was let out a loud scream as she was re-entered, successfully muffled this time.
After seeing that Yang had successfully muffled herself, Weiss felt a thrill of delight shoot through her stomach. Mostly, she was just curious as to whether Yang would do it or not. She had, and it was erotic beyond her expectations. Licking her lips, she fell to the ruddy clit and began to lap at it as her fingers slid in and out of the well-lubricated opening of her lover, swishing up and against the sensitive area every time she dragged them back out.
Once more, her legs began to twitch and quiver, shoes digging into her back on occasion. It felt amazing! No part of her was being ignored. All of her insides and outs were being satisfied. And each time Weiss dragged her tongue over her clit, she seemed to only go crazy. "MFF! MRFFF!"
The sounds, though muffled, were more than invigorating. Weiss's mouth parted from her sex just long enough to pant, "Good? You want more?" before falling back to work.
There was more squirming, more twitching. But the nod was a yes. She did want more.
However, the "more" Weiss had in mind was probably not the same as what Yang did. Nevertheless, she proceeded to trace a finger of her other hand over the soft, sodden folds of her lover, which was tricky while the first hand was still doing the important work of ravishing every inch of her inner heat.
"HMMMM!" Tilting her head to one side, she tried to contain herself, wanting to hold on as far as she could possibly go. It was going to be huge, she could feel it. Perhaps even multiple on this rare occasion. As her legs began to quiver more and more, and her breath began to run short, she knew she was so very close.
Yang was close already? Perhaps her plot could wait for another time. Taking a deep breath, Weiss began to suckle on the clit hard while her tongue rolled all over the surface, still thrusting in and out of her with more roughness than she would have thought the blonde could withstand - and yet she did, and seemed to crave more and more. This was unthinkable, and yet very exciting. In fact...
Weiss felt herself begin to stir. It wasn't much, and she could very easily ignore it, unlike that time in class. Even so, she had to marvel at how easily both of her lovers could encourage her to climax more than once in a given day. From what she knew about male anatomy, that was most unusual.
And then Yang's legs seemed to be quivering again. It seemed to be a sign of finishing that Ruby and Yang both shared, even if the scream didn't give it away. But Yang was determined not to. Trying her best to stop herself quivering too far, she allowed the pleasure to course within her veins, the climax pass right through.
It wasn't strong enough. Desperate for more, she had to take the muffle away, only so she could whisper to Weiss as she was about to withdraw her fingers. "Don't stop."
"O-oh?" That surprised the heiress. Yang had clearly finished; all the signs were there. She didn't want her to stop, though? It seemed she was not the only one who craved more than one orgasm per day on occasion. "Yes, I... I'll keep going."
As her fingers began to slowly regain their former speed, having nearly stopped, the dark thought returned to her. Yes, it seemed that might be in order. As before, a finger on her other hand began to roll through the wetness, getting well coated as she began to lick very lightly at Yang's nub.
The blonde had to recompose herself after that first climax. Licking her lips and taking a deep breath, she prepared herself for more. For whatever Weiss was going to give. And more moans into her underwear were only heightening her lingering pleasure. As was watching Weiss as she was doing these things to her body.
Then Weiss's mouth drew away for a moment as the two fingers continued to roll around inside of her, grinning up at Yang from the hem of her skirt. "Now... to see how you like this."
Which was when the well-coated finger slipped down a bit further, finding its way to the tightly-closed rear orifice.
"MFF!" Her eyes snapped open again. It seemed the blonde was going to get a taste of her own medicine! The very thing she enjoyed doing to Weiss most, that place she enjoyed stimulating to see her reaction, and even the slight humiliation it brought; it was now her turn to feel it. As one leg quivered, she stared down at what she was doing, seeming to debate on if to let her continue. "Mffff!"
Instead of relenting, Weiss pressed against the ring of muscle, twitching her finger back and forth the tiniest amount. "Something the matter, Xiao Long?"
Drawing the panties away from her mouth slightly, she half closed her eyes again, panting deeply as she made direct eye contact. "You... are so... gonna pay for this..."
"Now, now," Weiss said with a fake frown of concern, "is that any way to talk to me while I'm in this position?" It was an easy matter for her to move one thumb inward until it pinched a fragile lower lip.
"HGG!" Slamming her eyes shut tightly as she bore the pain, she finally submitted, leaning back and pressing her panties up against her mouth again. "...A-as you were."
"That's what I thought." In truth, she would have gladly stopped had Yang protested. The very thought of where she was willingly placing her finger made her stomach slightly queasy. Still, if it did to Yang what it had done to her, it was reason enough to push through her discomfort.
Actually... doing that was having another effect on part of her. Before she knew it, Weiss' lady-boner was already at half-mast and climbing. Why, of all things, did prodding a sphincter set her off? The more she did it, the more she wanted to do, but all of those ideas would have to wait. For now, it was enough to just press against the resistance with gentle force.
As fingers were pumping in and out of her again, she could feel yet more pressure building. And a well lubricated finger right by the tight muscle was helping become just the thing to power her into another orgasm. All she had to do was continue for a little longer. More and more...
And then she noticed Weiss was already growing again. That hadn't been long, she thought. Could it be possible that she too could go again and again? From being female at birth?
The more Weiss pressed against the smaller opening and writhed inside the other one, the more she found herself unwillingly thrusting against her own underwear. Yes, it really did seem she was already craving another round. Perhaps it was because she had been brought off so quickly, or perhaps just because she'd had a good night's sleep. Either way, her body was ready and willing for more.
"Yes," she panted as she began to lick and kiss the labia, the clit, pressing in with both mouth and fingers. "You... do you like what I'm doing to you?"
"Dust... Yes!" She groaned, watching the heiress intently. But whenever she watched her grind against her underwear, the more she thought to herself. If this truly was the last time Weiss would possess that part of her anatomy, why waste it? Surely, it would be best to 'go with a bang' and use it as much as possible.
"...W-Weiss?"
It was with a throaty voice that she answered, "Yes, Yang?"
"If this is the last time... do you want to... y'know?" she asked, looking down to gesture her crotch once again. She was well aware the heiress was ready again.
A slightly bashful smile graced Weiss's face. "Is it that obvious I'm, um, ready to go again?"
"The grinding gave it away," she chuckled breathlessly as she slid backward to draw Weiss' fingers out of her. A faint shiver went through her as she did so. Those fingers were thoroughly soaked.
"Very well, then, I... I guess we could, but..." The finger that had been up against her partner's secondary entrance was still glistening with sweat and juices. "But I want you to flip, bend over the sink for me. If y-you don't object, naturally."
The once gentle treatment and worship had gone. This time, the heiress was in control. And Yang was more than willing to accept her command. Hopping back down from the sink, she turned around, bending over it and lifting her skirt just enough to show off to the heiress.
"I'm yours."
Why was the sight of Yang's plump posterior so enticing to Weiss now? Especially when it had not been a few short days ago. Unable to help herself, she leaned down and took a short nip at the soft flesh with her teeth.
"OW!" Swinging her arm back, she lightly hit the side of the heiress's arm. "It's not polite to bite!" she laughed.
"Mmm, but you taste so good!" Weiss intoned as she licked the skin. "Fine. Are... we ready?"
Wriggling her posterior from side to side again, she smirked back at her. "I am if you are."
Finally, her need overtook her usual sense of decorum and Weiss found herself saying, "You really do have an exquisite bottom... and I can't wait to slam up against it."
"Now you're speaking my language, stud."
And with that, she faced forward again, bracing herself as she held onto the sides of the sink once more. But to further aid, she parted her legs that bit more. Anything to make her job easier, and give her another climax, would do.
Thankfully, when Yang did this it also lowered her torso. It was somewhat hard for Weiss to admit that this would make it a lot easier for her to get the proper leverage. Debating for a moment, she slid off both her panties and her skirt and laid them over the nearby toilet tank, feeling her arousal bob in mid-air. It even brushed against one of Yang's thighs as she moved.
Just to tease even further, Yang rolled her hips backward, bumping her rather plump cheeks against the heiress's own hips. "C'mon, what are you waiting for?"
"Hey!" Pursing her lips in both irritation and amusement, Weiss grabbed her length by the base and slapped one of the fleshy hind cheeks. "You cannot rush an heiress!"
She yipped loudly when her cheek was slapped. But with a laugh, she looked back forward again, staring at the heiress who was reflected in the mirror. "Ready."
"Okay, here we go." Gulping, Weiss began to slowly trace the head of her shaft up and down the slick opening of her partner, dearly desiring to shove it right in but knowing that the pleasure would be that much more heightened for their hesitation. It felt like warm, sweet paradise already.
"Mmmm..." The blonde purred, half-closing her eyes again as she was teased more and more. Oh, how she would miss this when it was gone. Unable to help herself, she found herself backing up against it all the more.
The action of Yang's hips told her that she was, indeed, chomping at the bit. Therefore, she gave her what she desired. Licking her lips in anticipation, she leaned in and began to work her way inside an inch at a time, bringing her feet together to make the process easier.
"You know," Weiss grunted as it was an inch beyond the entrance, "on the off chance we ever... do this again, I'll have to keep... my shoes on and you take yours off. Would make it easier to g-get the proper angle."
"That cause you're short?" she had to ask. But when another spank was her response, she soon went back to looking in the mirror ahead of her again. As best she could, she crouched her body downward to attempt to aid Weiss with said angle, making herself level with the sink. "Better?"
"Y-yeah!" Weiss moaned as she pushed all the way inside Yang, her hind cheeks clenching, heart heaving with effort and lust. Oh, but she felt so fantastic inside... how could she even think of giving this up?
It was something even Yang would admit she'd miss. It Weiss were to keep things as they were, it would be the best of both worlds between her and Blake, if she were to accept the relationship. In a way, that made things more interesting.
But this was now. And she was going to savour each moment. As Weiss thrusted repeatedly against her backside, she moaned out happily, pushing her hips back up against hers.
Speaking of said backside... as the skin rippled with every thrust, Weiss found herself staring hungrily down at it, at the skin stretching to accommodate her. Couldn't she stretch yet more of it? Yang seemed to find that plan agreeable before. She began sliding one thumb into Yang's sex alongside her shaft, just inside the very edge of it, feeling the thick liquid clinging to her digit.
"WHOA! Wha- what are you-?" She didn't expect yet another digit to enter her sex, and yet, feeling that move at a slightly different pace to her length felt even more satisfying. But she knew what was coming. From where the thumb had just been, she knew what purpose she was intending for it by soaking it in juices.
Sure enough, Yang's prediction came true: the thumb moved directly from there to her lightly-moistened rear opening, pressing against the puckered skin with moderate force. Weiss held it there as she decreased her thrusting to a slow grind in and out, hoping to give Yang some time to adjust. First-hand experience had taught her how important that step was.
"Just relax into it," Weiss told her imperiously. "Or have you received this treatment before?"
"Not... n-not much." Meaning boys had attempted. But when they did, they were met with a powerful punch in the face, forcing them off her. But in truth, she seemed to enjoy the sensation. Seemed to enjoy the feeling of satisfaction it gave her as the muscles began to loosen. And accompanied by her slow thrusting in and out... it was wonderful.
The imperious tone faltered. "Do... you want me to go slower?" In her haste to repay Yang for the "favour" she had done her with the strapped-on phallus, Weiss had never stopped to properly ask - and even though she knew Yang most likely would have resisted in a very violent fashion given the chance, she still felt remiss if she didn't at least say something now.
"You're... fiiiine!" she moaned out again, leaning forward against the sink as her cheeks began to flare up once more. Now she knew why she liked taking Weiss that way so much, because she was experiencing the very same thing she was putting Weiss through. To be taken there was indeed humiliating. And what made things worse? She was enjoying it.
Having established that much, Weiss allowed her voice to become slightly more lewd as she asked, "Want me to go farther?" A light push with her thumb punctuated the question. Already she was a fraction of an inch inside, though Yang had not yet truly opened to her efforts.
Pushing her hips back once more, further against the thumb, she best attempted to push her in further. She wanted her deeper. "More, more!"
That caused Weiss to blink with surprise. She hadn't been expecting quite so enthusiastic a response! Her hips still driving her length into the slick sex at a light and steady pace, she began to press inward with the thumb a little at a time, widening her way in as she felt the muscles relax to admit the foreign appendage. All while she watched with her own eyes and drank in the glorious sight. Yang was taking a thumb into her ass! Didn't she regret this? Didn't she regret that it was Weiss's thumb humiliating her in such a way? Then again, Weiss had asked several times, so it couldn't be so humiliating after all.
Of course Yang loved every moment. Both of her most private areas were being completely dominated by her lover. It was like she was leaving her mark, proving that she belonged to her. What would Blake possibly do to claim her in such a way? That was an interesting question for the future. But there was current pleasure to focus on. Especially as her length was pounding against her inner walls, and thumb was heading further into the tight skin. Both together were glorious. She felt completely full.
"NNNN!"
Finally, Yang's body was ready. As Weiss geared up to apply more pressure, she whispered, "You're so tight back there, Xiao Long. One would almost... think you didn't want me to do this. But you do, don't you?"
"Yes!" She called out, readily backing herself up against the thumb once more. "I... I want it so badly... I want you, you so badly!"
"And I want you," Weiss breathed as her cheeks heated up from the earnest words, hips automatically beginning to roll faster at such encouragement. "This feels... so incredible!"
Wasting no more time, she then pushed her thumb all the way in, feeling skin just barely edge open to accommodate.
"YAAAAHHH, TAKE ME!" she called out, grasping the sink as best she could as once more her plump behind was being pounded, and her rear entrance was being filled. The inside of her behind already felt so tight with the thumb alone, but every time the phallus went in, she could feel it there, too!
Another thrill shot through Weiss at her lover's volume. Surely someone had heard that one! Yet the danger only served to bring her yet closer to another orgasm when combined with her warm sex and the thought of the taboo act she was laying upon her other opening. There were other things she wanted to do that were impossible in that moment, including kissing Yang, but her fevered mind only rejoiced at being allowed to touch her at all.
Already, the blonde could feel her legs beginning to quiver. As her breath began to heave heavier and heavier she looked back to Weiss as best she could, and back at what she was doing. How was she taking it all? It was glorious. And so would her climax be.
And Weiss's would surely follow. Just like last time, there was the "where would it go" factor, and others to consider. Was it possible to become pregnant if Weiss was still female? Did science work that way? Assuming not, she half closed her eyes, talking between moans.
"Inside... fill m-me inside...!"
"Are you sure?!" Weiss insisted, but there really never was a question. They already had quite the mess to clean up off the floor, and most other places she could aim would result in stained uniforms that would be hard to explain away. This was going to be glorious.
Her hips ramped up to the speed they had been at before she moved her thumb to pierce Yang's anus, the thick shaft sliding in and out of her at a blinding rate that nearly reduced it to a blur. Every other swing, she felt her sack swing upward and brush against her soft hair. Everything was tightening in preparation for her second release since entering the bathroom, and she could feel it happening for Yang both against her member and the thumb.
"Yes! Yang, you're so good, so tight! Everywhere! I want it so bad! SO! BAD!"
"Weiss! Weiss! WEISS!"
And below the heiress, she became undone. Yet more delicious pleasure coursed throughout her veins, setting each and every nerve ending on fire. She could barely see, and certainly couldn't think. The walls of Yang's rear and sex were already tightening, twitching in excitement as she made her journey beyond. It really was as good as she'd hoped.
The involuntary reaction of Yang's body was enough to produce one in Weiss. Shortly thereafter, she let out a long, low moan as her anatomy throbbed and pushed seed deep into Yang's body, and she stood on her toes as she thrusted a few more times, trying to coax all of it out while her thumb wriggled back and forth.
At long last, she fell back to her heels and rested her hand on Yang's back for a moment, still halfway in her body. "That... that was so... I have no words to describe it..."
"You're... telling... me..." Panting heavily, the blonde went slack, practically lying against the sink as she tried to catch her breath. Weiss was still inside her, even now. But it was over.
"... That may be the... Last time."
"Maybe... but if it isn't..." Another wriggle of her thumb, one even more pronounced than the last. "Another idea has occurred to me. Then again, it might be the last time, and if it is then the matter is beside the point, isn't it?"
The thumb wriggling once more made her cheeks flare up again. But in her current state? There was no chance. No chance she would be able to stay conscious for it. "Let's see how it pans out. But no matter what, I'm here."
"Of course." Then Weiss coughed quietly. "Er... which should I pull out from first? Is there any certain order that would cause you less stress?"
"The... the one in my b-butt." Even saying it brought more humiliation to the blonde, making her slam her eyes shut. If anyone found out about this...
A slight smirk played across Weiss's face. "So, there does seem to be something that brings the great and mighty Yang at least some tiny amount of shame."
"Shut... up..." She glared. Once her rear end was finally freed of the foreign object, she pulled herself slowly off be phallus. Unable to help herself, she moaned once more as her plump behind slid off. "Hnnhhh... God, you did a number on me."
"I'd gladly do one again," Weiss chuckled as she stepped back for Yang to stand properly, and then moved forward to wash her hand quite thoroughly. "Perhaps the same way, perhaps not. We'll have to see, won't we?"
"Yeah... I... damn." Still regaining her breath, she leant back against the sink. It was going to be a while before she could leave. But that mattered not. She was on no schedule.
And then she remembered Weiss was. "H-hey, you're not late, right?"
As she dabbed the last of their combined fluids away from her softening member and tossed the toilet tissue where it typically ends up, Weiss shrugged and reached upward for her own skirt and panties. "Not at all. Still plenty of time for me to run through the cafeteria and nab an apple before my next class, and then the appointment's after that. Oh, and one last thing..."
With that, she suddenly snaked a hand out and snatched Yang's panties from her own slack hand.
"Wh- hey!" After pushing her own skirt back over her rear again, she stood up right again and turned around to the heiress. "What are you doing with those?"
"Oh, you don't mind if I borrow them for a few hours, do you?" Weiss asked in a would-be innocent voice as she pulled them up over her other pair. "Aside from a light breeze, I can't see any problem."
Weiss was sending her back out... with no underwear. The idea was rather thrilling, but even more terrifying than the activities they had just done.
"The... the skirt isn't that long you know, all it needs is a gust of wind a-and-"
"Then you'll just have to make sure there isn't any wind." As Weiss adjusted her clothing, and brushed it all flat to make sure she looked as presentable as possible, she looked at Yang over her shoulder. "I'm fairly sure you'll be alright, though. After all... you're the great and mighty Yang."
And with that ominous proclamation, she skipped out the door.
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She Wants The Dust